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The traders kept their word. Apparently, this wasn't the first time they had to smuggle people in or out of a city. When they had spare oxygen, they would help people like me escape Leviticus and drop them off at the next city.

It wasn't as simple as pretending to be a fellow trader. No, I was crammed into one of the carts under a floorboard as the caravan passed a checkpoint. My heart raced as guards asked questions and looked for anything illegal. Eventually, the cart began to move again before it stilled. After about ten minutes of waiting, the hidden door slid open, and Ava helped me climb out. "You're on your own now. Good luck."

I nodded and waved at Virgiline as I left the group behind. I wasn't going to thank her for saving me and forcing me back into this hell hole.

Pulling the hood over my head, I kept my face down as I ambled through Swappers Village. It would take hours to get to Lowervill, but I had no other choice but to walk. Every time a person glanced my way, I nearly had a panic attack. The sight of bright green cop uniforms made my hands shake violently. What am I doing? Why don't I just turn myself in and be done with it? What was Trevor going to do to me? Kill me? Make me suck off ten different guys while he rubbed one off? Beat me? I was so done with caring.

As the sun set, I finally began to recognize my surroundings. I was in Lowervill, and Vic's apartment was only a few blocks away. I determinedly marched to his apartment and then stood frozen in front of his door. What was I going to say to him? The angry part of my mind insisted that he owed me at least this much. After all, what other option did I have? Turn myself in or try my best to live on the streets?

Swallowing down a thick sense of anxiety, I knocked on the door, keeping my head down just in case. Nothing. After another knock, there was still no answer, and with a heavy sigh, I turned to leave. He was most likely at work. The moment I stepped away, the door opened. "May I help you?"

I turned around and yanked my hood off. Vic squinted in confusion, most likely puzzled by all the fake face tattoos. "It's me."

His eyes widened in recognition. "Isaac?"

I brought a finger to my lips. "Shh. Can I come in?"

He nodded, ushering me inside. "Isaac, what's going on? What's with the new look?" Vic asked after locking the door again.

"I ran away."

"You what?!"

I hushed him again, pressing my hand to his mouth.

"How did you get the shackles off?"

A soft-looking black sofa in the living area was just begging for me to sit on it, so I did and patted the seat beside me.

When Vic settled in, my face got serious. "First, I need to know why you came to me that day." The tears were welling up, and I tried to fight them, but it wasn't working. "Why did you pay for it when I offered it to you for free? And tell me the truth."

He sighed defeatedly. "I'm sorry. I should have stuck with Alex's plan. I just felt like you had to know. I've wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. You're beautiful. Everything about you is amazing. You're a complete masterpiece... I don't know what it's like to be forced into having sex, but I know what it's like to be taken advantage of." A look of shame crossed his face. "My bi side started to awaken when I was about thirteen, and when I was fifteen, I had a serious crush on an older guy. I was friends with his brother, so I hung out with him a lot. One night, I spent the night drinking with my friend. When he passed out, his brother kept feeding me alcohol. I blacked out and woke up in the morning naked with a sore ass. I lost my virginity that night and don't even remember it. He used me for sex, and I never got over it. Aside from shitting on someone's lawn, that's the other reason I don't drink much." He placed his hand gently over mine. Surprisingly, I didn't feel the urge to pull away. "That's why I didn't have sex with you that night. I didn't want to turn into the man who did that to me, and I didn't realize I did it anyway at that appointment. I wanted to say no, but at the same time, I wanted you so badly. I was an idiot to not realize that you were putting on an act. The same thing you have to do every time you're forced to please a client. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I still want to help you."

Maybe the drugs had finally cooked my brain, but I leaned over and pressed my lips to his.

He pulled back, running a rough hand along my cheek. "You don't have to."

"I want to," I breathed, kissing him again.

Before he could stop me, I removed the shirt from his body. My toes curled as he bit at my neck, and I yanked at his hair, drawing him in for another heated kiss. While our lips locked together, he fumbled with the button on my pants as I tugged on the buckle of his belt.

Eventually, Vic pulled back and breathed, "We should move to the bed."

"Have a way for me to prep? Don't want mud on the dipstick."

He chuckled. "Bathroom is over there. Check the cabinet."

"You'd better be naked and stroking that cock when I get back." He nearly tripped on his pants as he rushed to the bedroom.

Vic really wasn't a housekeeper. There were dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, toothpaste globs were stuck in the sink, and at least three used towels hung from the shower rod. If I stayed, I had a lot of work ahead of me to clean the place up.

But that was an issue for another time. I dug around in a cabinet, finding three bottles of Starburst-brand anal douches. "What the fuck?" I chuckled. I knew about the lube but had no clue I had my own brand of anal douches. They must've not been the highest quality if Trevor never forced me to use them.

I did the deed, making sure I was perfectly clean. And before I left, I checked a small basket that caught my attention. It was packed with all types of junk, from hair ties and tweezers to Chapstick and floss. There was also a single tube of grape-flavored lip balm.

I grinned as a wonderful idea popped into my head—something Trevor often made me do for clients who liked to eat ass. To make the experience even more pleasurable, I rubbed a flavored lip balm over my puckered star and scented my ass cheeks with a matching lotion. I lifted my leg onto the tub and applied the lip balm generously, and when I was finished, I left my clothes behind.

As directed, Vic was on the bed stroking his meat.

"I'm stealing your lip balm."

"I have lip balm?"

I held it up close to his face. "Grape."

He shrugged, still slowly stroking his cock. "Are you sure about that? I have a feeling it belonged to an ex of mine, so that means it's really old."

"Well, nobody is going to want to put this on their lips ever again anyway." When he gave me a questioning look, I asked cheekily, "Ever eat ass, big boy?" I twirled the tube in my fingers. "I'm now grape flavored."

Vic slid down the bed and pulled me forward, making me lean over him. He grabbed my ass and spun me around until I was lying on my back. His mouth crashed onto mine as his hand snaked down my body to stroke my cock. "Roll over. Get on your hands and knees."

I was kind of turned on by his commanding tone. As a typical power bottom, I was usually the one in control, but I decided to be a good boy and let him temporarily hold the reigns. Arching my back, I gave my butt a little wiggle.

My mouth fell open in a noiseless moan as he firmly spread my cheeks for his warm tongue. It ran from my scrotum all the way to the top of my crack in long, languid strokes. My body shuddered at the sensation as my pleasure grew to a fever pitch. Just as my orgasm built at the base of my cock, Vic pulled away and gave my cheek a firm slap. "I think grape may be my new favorite flavor."

I rolled over, pulling him down on top of me, locking my lips with his. Our tongues danced as he adjusted our bodies, lifting my legs slightly so that he could get a good angle. That first graze of his thick cock against my hole dragged a groan of delight from my throat. The sound morphed into a delighted gasp as he slowly pushed inside. With a few gentle thrusts, his member was fully in my ass to the hilt. Vic moved slowly at first, gradually increasing his pace until I was gasping with every thrust.

I coaxed Vic onto his back and straddled his waist. Grabbing his cock, I guided it back to my hole and slid down with a heavy groan. His hands rested on my hips, helping me keep my momentum as I bounced up and down. Every time I dropped, his cock rubbed my prostate in just the right way.

"You feel so good, baby," I cried, arching my back and biting my lower lip.

His fingers grazed along my abs, which flexed with each roll of my hips. "You're going to make me cum."

I reached between us, stroking my hard cock. His eyes were filled with pure desire as he watched, transfixed. "Cover me with it," he hissed.

I moved faster, keeping my eyes locked on him. Butterflies danced around in my stomach as his lips twitched and his body convulsed. He was close. I could sense it. I picked up my pace, and the sound of skin slapping together echoed through the small room. A loud, pleasure-filled moan escaped my throat as cum erupted in hard spurts, coating his chest and chin. With a guttural growl, his warm, manly juices shot inside me.

As we drifted in post-orgasmic bliss, he scooped up my cum and licked it from his fingers.

"Kinky," I giggled through shaky breaths. I rolled off him and lay at his side, propping up on an elbow to better trace his happy trail with my fingers.

With a contented smile, he pulled out some wipes from a drawer, and like a complete gentleman, he handed me a few before wiping himself off.

"I should leave."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to end up like me, Vic. If people find me here and figure out that we slept together, Trevor will go out of his way to make sure you're his newest servant."

Vic gripped my chin. "I'm not afraid of your sponsor. We will figure this out. I want to bring Alex here. He will be better at explaining what we found out. We are going to get you out of this, Isaac." Leaning over me, he pressed his lips to mine. "Hold tight here. I'll be back."

"You think it'll be safe?" I asked nervously.

"Alex wouldn't work this hard to find a way to free you if we couldn't trust him. I need to get to work anyway. I'll talk to him, then hopefully he will come here, and we can figure out how to get you free of Hobbs."