Bare-Knuckle Love (biker gay dark erotic romance) (Rabid Mongrels MC Book 1) (5 page)

Hyde gritted his teeth and sent him the glare of death. “You will wear it if you don’t want to be the new accidental celebrity.”

Jason scowled and shut his mouth, but still took another step back. This was so out of his comfort zone he wanted to howl. The last thing he needed, though, was to end up on Xtube for everyone to see him moan around a cock and swallow the load. But if Hyde thought that after this threat and the collar, he’d ever get a blow job again, he had another thing coming. Though Hyde probably wouldn’t want one from a guy and only did it for the blackmail video. Jason couldn’t help but look around. Did the others know what Hyde had done?

Spotty came over, his thin lips pressed into a pale line. “Kindergarten’s over. We’re having beer now. Right?” he asked Titan, with a mean slap to his bruised arm.

Hyde walked up to Jason with a low growl, holding up the freaking collar. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“You ever use it and you’re dead,” Jason whispered, looking into Hyde’s eyes as the guy locked it around his neck, standing all too close.

Hyde pursed his lips, sending him a silent kiss the moment he locked the collar with a metal bolt. The four men behind his back roared with equal amount of laughter and angry babble, and Jason wasn’t sure which came from where. He wanted to lock himself in his motel room and just sleep forever. Not have to deal with his sexuality, going mental on Titan, or having a crush on an obnoxious, manipulative prick.

Jason put his hand over the thick collar, and an unpleasant chill went to his stomach at the memory of getting Tasered. He could probably somehow remove it, but what would be the point of it if he wanted to settle accounts with the club anyway?

Titan spat on the floor, and Hyde scowled at him but said nothing.

Spotty shook his head before raising his eyes at Jason. “Fetch us some beers.” He pointed to the fridge in the corner of the room.

Jason shifted uncomfortably, but Titan pushed him forward. “You deaf, motherfucker?”

The young guy with a beard, whom Jason already noticed was called Jack, snarled at him. “You cost us a fuckton of money tonight, so you might wanna get creative with your apologies.”

“Just don’t bring in any human jerky,” chuckled Spotty, holding on to Titan, who showed off his teeth again. Jason was pretty sure the guy would gladly return the favor to Jason.

“I could flay his ass,” Titan snarled. “It’s not like anyone’s gonna see that at the next fight.”

Jason didn’t blink, but cold sweat broke out under his T-shirt. He was sure the guy would be more than capable of doing as he said if given the chance. He got the beers in silence, trying to come up with scenarios of what he would do depending on the type of torture the Rabid Mongrels wanted to indulge in. He was resigned to his fate at this point, knowing there was no way he could just run from five armed men with a shock collar around his neck.

Babyface, a guy with round, oddly ageless features, grinned and pulled out a crooked knife as Jason slowly approached the set of leather sofas and armchairs where the bikers sat. “We do have the right tools. You could make a belt out of his skin.”

Hyde snorted. “Come on, guys, you really want to fondle another man’s ass? How about we each grab a beer and chill out with a game of darts?” he asked, leaning back on the leather sofa.

Spotty rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Darts?”

“Or we could make a belt buckle out of his teeth,” said Babyface.

Jason watched them, wishing his face were made out of stone, but his insides were the softest pudding, and his stomach clenched in anticipation of pain. Looked like getting humiliated and blackmailed would be the “fun bit” in comparison to what was about to happen.

Jack drank half his beer in one go and looked back to Jason. “That kind of shit should be up your street, right? Since you’re the cannibal and all that?”

Jason’s gaze slid over Hyde but quickly fell to his bare feet when their eyes locked for a split second. “I’m not insane. It was an accident,” he mumbled.

“Guys, hear me out, yeah?” asked Hyde, slowly getting up from the couch. He walked up to Jason and took one of the beers before pushing him to face the fridge again. Despite Jason’s best intentions, the fleeting touch of Hyde’s hand burned him through the shirt. “I thought his back would make a great target.”

The laugher and howls of satisfaction made Jason’s skin crawl.
Fuck.
Sure, why not? Why not stab him to death with those darts in an attempt to make his death the most pathetic way to go?

“I’ll drink to that!” Jack said, and a gulping noise followed.

“I’m gonna turn him into a fucking pin cushion!” Titan cheered. “Get some markers, Spotty.”

“The one who wins gets a bigger share of the money next week,” announced Hyde, much to his friends’ enthusiasm, but each word that left his mouth made Jason number. He supposed being shot at was better than being exposed as a cocksucker.

As Hyde grabbed the remaining beers, Babyface took his place next to Jason and put a hand on his neck, squeezing it, with a dark grin.

“We’ll see if he’s as tough as he made everyone believe. Can you stay still during the game, Cannibal?”

Jason gave the fucker a hard stare. “Try me,” he said through gritted teeth, and someone behind him whistled. He had stayed still when his brother and his friends had shot real ammo at him, so he could bear with this. So typical that he’d be the target, though. Always on the outside.

The bikers laughed, Hyde joined Babyface and gestured for Jason to pull his hands up. “So far, so good. Impress us and maybe we’ll patch you up afterwards.”

“As if. I won’t be pouring good vodka over his back,” snarled Jack, but Titan had other ideas.

“We can make do with gasoline. My backyard could use a torch.”

Jason held his arms up. For a moment, he wanted to take off the T-shirt himself, but then he thought that it was a nice opportunity to get more of Hyde’s touch. He looked over his shoulder at Titan. “Your
face
could use a
cheek
.” Jason knew he shouldn’t be tempting fate, but he couldn’t just listen to that bullshit.

Spotty laughed, pushing his battered friend back to the armchair as soon as Titan got up with murderous intent.

“Relax. You just need to aim right, and maybe we’ll vote on making him a torch for your backyard next week.”

Titan growled but stuffed his mouth with the beer bottle. Hyde pulled the shirt off Jason and tossed it to the sofa. He briefly looked into Jason’s eyes, with the same calm interest as before.

“Stand by the wall.”

Jason clenched his teeth and followed the order, as Hyde attached a leash to his collar and tied it to a hook in the wall.

Spotty couldn’t stop laughing behind Jason. “Is that so the pup doesn’t run away with its tail between its legs?”

“Why, you interested in looking at his tail?” asked Hyde, and his hand skirted under Jason’s navel, making him climb up to his toes. No one else could have seen the gesture, but it had Jason on pins and needles.

“Oh, fuck you,” said Spotty good-naturedly.

“Who wants to draw the target?” called out Hyde, and soon, there was someone new approaching Jason.

“Make it art,” said Spotty.

As the marker began trailing all over his back, the laughter and chatting commenced; Jason’s mind drifted off to another place in space and time. What he wanted was to not hear the slurs thrown at him, to detach himself, but all it got him was the memory of the time when he had been in a similar situation. Never a part of his brother’s group, always the subject of nasty fun. Fourteen, with a bucket of water on his head, serving as target practice. His teeth had clattered, his heart hammered in his chest like mad, but he hadn’t moved a muscle, only prayed that the game would end sooner than later. When Jason peed himself, Rick and his friends laughed so hard they couldn’t shoot anymore.

“There,” said Babyface, finishing the drawing with a few dots. “Which hole should be the bull’s-eye?”

The other bikers debated this for a second, and from the scraps of conversation he heard, Jason realized he had a woman’s crotch and legs drawn all over his back, complete with a heart-shaped bush and dollar bills sticking out from underneath her garter. The men eventually settled on the rules, and he was left standing there, with a collar on his neck, leashed and humiliated. He never thought he’d be in this kind of situation as an adult man.

“Brace yourself,” shouted Titan from behind Jason’s back. “Don’t you dare cry when I drive this into you!”

Jason sneered at the sound of those words, since no one could see his face. He’d done enough crying tonight to last him a few years. Father never approved of tears, and when Jason was a kid, Father showed him exactly what he thought about them. Jason couldn’t sit for days after that.

A dart slammed into the wooden wall in front of Jason, and as the guys behind him laughed at Titan’s aim, Jason couldn’t help a little smirk as well. The smile was wiped off instantly, though, once the next dart pierced his skin and made him bite his lips. It hurt like a motherfucker.

“Yeah! Right in the cunt!” Jack yelled, cheered on by his friends.

“Try to get her in the ass next time,” laughed Hyde, and it triggered an unwanted stir in Jason’s groin. Now that he’d seen Hyde’s cock, he had a hard time keeping it out of his mind, which made the whole situation even worse, since Hyde was clearly not on his side, yet another tormentor out for blood and humiliation. Like getting Jason to suck his cock on camera wasn’t enough for the night. No, he had to also comment on the sleazy picture on Jason’s back and throw darts at him, as if it were their fucking night out in a bar.

“That ass is mine!” shouted Babyface, but when the dart stung Jason, he knew Babyface missed before the thing dropped to the floor.

Jason tried not to think too much, but the longer the game lasted, the more his back throbbed, screaming at him to get away. He must have nearly switched off his mind, because the touch on his arm that brought him back to reality came out of nowhere.

Hyde nodded, taking the leash off the hook. “Not too bad.”

Despite his body being tense and aching, Jason stood strong, pretending he didn’t care about the blood trickling down his back from a few spots. “I bet none of you managed to hit the pussy.” He forced a smirk and turned around.

He expected a slur, but before Titan could say anything, Jack laughed out loud. “Fucker’s got a mouth on him.”

Hyde’s eyes lit up. “They did, but it wouldn’t stick.”

“That’s because the spikes on our darts aren’t long enough to stay in the flesh,” said Babyface from his spot on the sofa.

“Whatever, you wouldn’t win anyway,” said Jack, the winner of the game on Jason’s back.

Hyde gave Jason the shirt. “Put that on. We’re going home.”

“You better keep that remote for his collar close, or you might end up with your face eaten off,” Spotty advised in a serious tone.

Jason might as well have been invisible. Even though they lost money tonight, even though Titan got injured, they still found a way to have fun and chill out— at Jason’s expense. When Jason was younger, he thought that he was still to meet close friends, but as the years passed and that never happened, he became increasingly alienated from how other people lived.

As odd as it was, he was happy to be included somehow, especially since it gave him the chance to make a show of his endurance. There were no more dirty comments as Hyde said good-bye to everyone else and led the way into the wet-smelling backyard of the run-down gym on the outskirts of town. A light went up the moment they stepped outside, illuminating five mean-looking bikes waiting for their riders. Hyde looked back at Jason, stroking a gray cruiser with green flames painted on the sides.

“You alive?”

Jason curled his feet on the cold gravel. “I’m fine.” Just another night in the life of Jason “Cannibal” Myers. Ripping a guy’s cheek off, getting Tasered, sucking dick, and being used as a human bull’s-eye. This was not how he planned the big comeback to his hometown.

Hyde stared at him for the longest moment, and then mounted the bike and told Jason to hop on. Jason followed on an invisible leash. The bitch seat. How appropriate. He sighed, letting out some of the tension from his aching body.

He gripped onto the metal at the back, but his crotch still touched Hyde’s ass, making him more light-headed and more awake than he’d like. He wondered how many of the darts were thrown by Hyde.