Sins of the Father by Fyn Alexander

million times before.
    “Anything you feel like giving.” The man ordered more beer and gave one to Jack as well, who looked a bit uneasy about taking it. When the man was distracted, he whispered in Angel’s ear. “I don’t like older blokes. They make me nervous. Your daddy makes me nervous. Let’s go before he expects anything back.”
    Angel tipped his head back and drank most the bottle.
    “Take this with it,” the man said. He handed Angel a pill and gave another to Jack.
    Angel popped the pill, washing it down with the remaining beer.
    The flashing lights on the dance floor, which Angel usually loved, were scrambling his brain in his drunken state. He couldn’t think, and he was very uncoordinated, which was kind of good and kind of scary at the same time. He didn’t want to think about Daddy because Daddy was upset with him, and he didn’t want to think about his future because it was too complicated. Being drunk was a relief, but he’d better not do anything he would regret later.
    At first he thought the hand on his arm was Jack, and they were halfway across the dance floor when he realized it was the dude who had bought him the beer. Now he was steering him down the passage and into the washroom. “I have to go home.” Even to Angel, his voice sounded strange and slurred.
    “Yeah, you can go home afterward, kid.”
    “After what?”
    Two men already in the washroom left when they entered. The flashing light was replaced by a harsh fluorescent light that blinded Angel’s sensitive eyes momentarily. The pounding music was muted by the closed door. Suddenly he was alone with a man stronger than himself, and he was too drunk to use his self-defense moves. The reality of what he was doing began to set in.
    “I made a mistake. I want to go,” he said. The man pushed open a cubicle door and shoved him inside, locking the door behind him. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I really just want to go home. I’m actually in a relationship.”
    “With your little friend at the bar?” The man was unfastening his fly as he spoke.
    Jack! Where was Jack? How could he let the guy drag him off like this knowing he was out of his mind drunk? And what the hell was that pill he had taken? He must have been nuts swallowing an unknown substance. Daddy would be so mad with him. The man had his pants down around his hips and was unfastening Angel’s fly. Angel had worn the jeans with the buttons at the fly, and they were stiff. The dude was having trouble getting them open, especially with Angel shoving his hands away.
    “Jack! Where the fuck are you?”
    “Shut your mouth and don’t shout. You wanted this, you little tart.”
    “I don’t. Please!” A flash of Dudek making Angel suck his cock in his car in Paris last year flashed into his head. He wanted to throw up. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
    The hand came out of nowhere, striking him a head-rattling blow across the ear. Angel’s head shot back, slamming into the metal partition. It was like in a cartoon when someone gets smacked and sees stars. Everything whirled around him. He could taste blood in his mouth. “Let me go, please.” The last thing Angel expected was to start crying.
    With his jeans finally unbuttoned, the man turned him round to face the metal partition. Angel didn’t even try to fight him anymore. His head hurt like hell, his lip was bleeding where he’d bitten it, and there was so much beer in his stomach he wanted to vomit. Snot ran down his face. Mucus filled his throat. He thought he was going to choke, but he couldn’t stop sobbing.
    The man laughed suddenly. “You’ve got slave printed on your arse. Right now you can be my slave.”
    Someone tried the latch and, when the door did not open, began to kick it.
    “What are you fucking doing?” the stranger said. “Fuck off. I’m busy.”
    A shadow fell over them as someone climbed with scary agility over the partition and dropped down into the tight