How did he get here? How the hell-
Greg takes a fistful of his hair, yanking it so that his head snaps back, so that he can hear every filthy word the guy mutters as he fucks him - Take it bitch, yeah, take it take it, you like that don't you? Yeah! - a stream of obscenity that he can't escape - Fuck you right in the ass, right there, tight ass, pretty boy… you my bitch? - and he cries out because it hurts and it's his first time and the dude on his back doesn't care…
This should have been with her… Should have been with Shannon… He can't even remember why he agreed to this…
Then suddenly there's a jolt inside him, like a buzz, a numbing, pulsing shock and his eyes go very wide and now he understands - he gets why Greg does this - why guys let Greg do this.
He winces, his dick twitching awake, his balls tightening under Greg's vice-like grip. It hurts, it's wrong, it's everything he's struggling against - this guy with his suits and his money. He's soul-less but he knows just what to do and just where to do it and… oh SHIT… it's never felt like this, not even when he jerked himself ragged that night he took a bunch of magic mushrooms… it's never felt like-
"Urgh!" He chokes out, bracing himself against the wall, both hands flat on the cold tiles. Greg's hips are slamming hard against him now, he can feel every inch inside him, rubbing insistently over that sweet spot, faster and faster until he sucks in a breath and he's coming, eyes shut tight, trying to block out the loud grunting sound just behind his right ear. His dick erupts and he ejaculates over Greg's fist, splattering the wall.
It's filthy and base and nothing he ever wanted. Yeah… who's a pretty little bitch…? He's gasping for air. You like that? He wonders if Greg says those things to Shannon, or just to the boys he fucks?
Greg pulls up his pants and pinches his arse so hard that he yelps. You wanna do this again tomorrow?
Barney shakes his head.
Then you'll shut the fuck up about what happened here tonight? Not a word, or I'll send the boys round and you'll wish I shoved my fist up your skinny ass…
Barney winces. Greg really didn't need to worry.
It's not like he was ever going to tell anyone.