Page 76 of Stable Hand

“Yep.”

“Poor Luke,” Trey commented.

“Or, lucky Luke?” Callum said wistfully. “I’d give anything to have Kamal twist my balls and make me cry.”

Brian laughed. “I’ll let Adam know.”

“On second thought…”

“You big chicken,” Ben said.

“I heard he’s big on paddles. I hate paddles.”

“So does Luke,” Trey offered. “Or so he says.”

“Shit,” Callum muttered.

“Yeah,” Brian coughed, ducking back into the bathroom.

Callum sauntered over to my bunk, staring down at Noah who had woken up and now blinked sleepily up at him.

“So, what, may I ask, was Luke using Adam’s room for? No doubt he tricked you into a nefarious rendezvous. I’m surprised you’re not all under house arrest.”

“We didn’t do anything wrong,” I stated. “Luke said Adam had given him the okay to use his room.”

At least three of the other men started laughing.

“And you believed him? Jesus, you’re dumber than I thought, cowboy,” Callum scoffed.

“Don’t call me cowboy,” I said, pushing out from under Noah and standing up. I was slightly shorter than Callum, but I made the taller man step back.

Callum shrugged. “Why the fuck not? Everyone else does.” He grabbed my hat off the hook and waved it in the air. “Yee-haw!”

“Callum,” Ben said. “Knock it off.”

“I’m not your cowboy, Callum. I’m your fucking stable hand. I jacked your fucking cock my first day on the job.” I grabbed my hat back and put it on. I probably looked ridiculous, since I only had boxer briefs on, but I really didn’t give a damn.

Callum shrugged. “That’s an important part of your job, right? Jacking ponyboys when they’re all hard and eager? Next time you can suck me off.”

Brian had come back into the room. “Hey, Callum. Jerking your sorry dick is not a part of the job. That’s voluntary. He didn’t have to give you any help. He did it because he’s a nice guy and could tell you needed some relief.”

Callum ignored Brian and stepped closer. “You know what I need right now, cowboy?” Callum said, crowding me against the bunk.

“Fuck off.”

“Since Luke’s up at the house for a few days, maybe you can sit on my cock sometime.”

“I’d rather get paddled by Kamal,” I said through clenched teeth.

Callum grinned. “Pretty sure he’d beat you. I heard him talking about you the other day. Said you had a sweet ass, made for a paddle.”

Noah spoke up from behind me. “Shut up, Callum.”

“What did you say?” Callum looked past me to Noah with a scornful expression. “You think we don’t know? You think we haven’t seen you with Luke’s cock in your mouth? You want a nice cock in your mouth, you come and see me, Buttercup.”

And that was my limit. The anger made me feel twice my size. My fist shot out and caught Callum square in the jaw, knocking him backwards into Noah’s empty bunk.

He bounced off the ladder, then fell to the floor, cursing and clutching his face. “What the fuck?”