“That’s better,” the leader taunts. Someone else laughs. And the first finishes inside Pope with a grunt. Slaps him on the thigh and pulls out rough.

There’s another. And the man holding Carver doesn’t let up at all, just holds him by the hair and fucks him slow with the vibrator. There’s no here to go, he can’t get away, not even inside his head.

It goes on like that for a long time. Carver makes small sounds when they make him come once, twice, three times, shaking and digging his nails in the mattress. He was Riley so bad. And it doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop even when he’s exhausted and numb, trying to reach out and grab onto Pope’s arm just to touch him, hold onto him. It doesn’t stop when the one holding Carver down comes on his back and the leader finally lines up to fuck Pope. Going last like he’s owed.