Rin's eyes raked over Rory, a malicious snarl to his lips as he took his seat and snatched the wine from Sabastian. "Rule one: What happens in this house stays in this house, when my father or Beth calls for their updates."
Rory frowned, already finding Rin's 'rules' problematic. "I understand I missed some big revelation during my meeting with your father, but wouldn't I expose that fact and get myself fired even faster if I lie to them when they call?"
Rin was just about to go off when Dillon chimed in. "That's not what Rin means. Rin means..." His eyes moved to Rin, then back to Rory. "His personal life. You can report work progress, which is Beth and Rodric's main concern, where you are involved... but Beth will try to press you for..." His eyes moved dramatically slowly over Rin and Sabastian, drawing emphasis to his next words. "More private affairs..."
"Two." Rin bit out. "Don't question what you've been told to do by either of us. You will be working with us, for us. My dad only signs your paycheck, got it? Fucking you is only the more entertaining, fun way to get you fired... There are plenty of other ways."
Rory swallowed hard as he nodded.
Dillon blew out a heavy sigh. "You will be working as an assistant, don't get that wrong. We will need skills in a wide variety of areas, but I'm sure it won't be anything you can't handle. As we said, play nice and we'll work around as much as we can."
"Three, avoid private meetings with my father and Beth as much as possible. When possible, record or have your phone on so that one of us can hear." A smirk curved Rin's lips as he ran his hands over Sabastian's body. "You know, sitting on my lap like this would be ideal. Then I could hear everything."
Rory's gaze moved around the room in shock. Rin was back to the seduction tricks already?! Sabastian simply shrugged as he continued trailing kisses along Rin's throat and rubbing himself against him like a cat in heat. His cheeks heated as he nodded.
A twisted smile curved Rin's lips. "I'm half tempted to have you bind our new contract with your body, but the more I think about it, your naivety could come in handy."
"Naivety?" Rory asked in confusion.
Dillon nodded. "I was thinking the same thing. It would keep him here regardless of what Beth tries to pull. Your father would simply have to ask a handful of the right questions to determine whether or not you've sullied his new minion or not."
Rin gave a half-smirk, half-snarl while egging Sabastian on as if for no other reason than to taunt Rory. "True... but I'm sure there's still a way to have fun with him..."
Dillon finally blew out a sigh. "Not where your father is involved and you know it. You know how he is."
Rory frowned. "I don't understand...What is all this with Mr. Perish? And I've already said multiple times, I'll not be sleeping with anyone regardless!"
Rin narrowed his eyes. "This is getting boring now. Four, if I say fuck off... fuck off. You understand?"
Rory sprang from the seat, but Dillon grabbed his hand and coaxed him back down.
"We're not done here." Dillon shot Rin a glare as he retracted his hand from Rory and leaned back into his own seat. "To answer your question and Rin's frequent hostilities... There is a lot of stress that comes with being a creator... let alone being the star writer for your..." Dillon's eyes met Rin's as he struggled for the correct word to describe Rodric's parenting thus far.
"Asshole? Oppressive? Cock sucker? Suffocating? Tyrannical?" Rin filled in for him.
Dillon sighed heavily. "Those... those could work, I suppose." Dillon reached forward and retrieved the wine bottle, taking a long chug. He turned his attention back to Rory. "Any questions?"
Rory bit his lip. He wanted to ask so many questions, but realized this was not the time. "Is... is there anything else?"
Dillon shook his head. "We'll address everything else as we come across it." He took another long drink straight from the bottle before offering it to Rory. When Rory refused, he frowned. "What now? You prefer a glass? Want a fresh bottle we haven't drunk out of yet?" He pushed up from the seat, but Rory stopped him. Dillon's eyes moved to the tiny hand gripping his shirt hem before shifting his gaze to Rory's troubled eyes and arching a brow.
Rory quickly jerked his hand away. "No, it's not that... I've just... already drank enough at dinner..." Rory's eyes moved nervously from Dillon over to Rin, who had slid the back of Sabastian's pants down and was fingering his ass. Rory's eyes widened and quickly shot back up to Dillon. "I... I... I'll just go back to my room..."
Dillon glanced over and shrugged. "If you're going to stay here and work with us, you might as well get used to seeing this kind of thing. It's not altogether uncommon... even when Rin's not taunting someone new."
A wicked smile spread across Rin's lips. "We could just blindfold him." Rin licked his lips as his eyes moved hungrily over Rory. "Look at him. Flushed cheeks, clenched fists. I bet if you checked the front of his trousers, he'd have full wood."
Rory shook his head, his face turning pale. "I'd do whatever is required of me, but not this... If you're done... if we're done. I'll be leaving now..." His entire body trembled as he began to stand, memories of what Mike had forced him to do countless times flashing through his mind, drowning out the taunting, teasing words coming from across the room. His legs buckled as he tried to stand, but Dillon caught him.
Dillon frowned as he stared down at Rory, reading the terror reflected in his distant gaze. He helped Rory right himself and held on as he struggled to achieve stability. "Enough for now, Rin. Come on, I'll show you back to your room." Dillon shifted his hold to the small of Rory's back and sent Rin a glare when he began to protest.
"Party pooper..." Rin muttered before shrugging. "No matter... Be a good boy and go get the treasure box." He purred into Sabastian's ear but didn't break eye contact with Rory as he was led from the room.
Rory watched Sabastian obediently get up and go to a shelf, and retrieved a large, lidded box. He then brought it back to Rin as he was led from the room. There was no doubt in Rory's mind what was inside. Sure enough, within minutes, moans began to echo down the long hallway. Rory could feel his face turn red and his body harden against his will. The hand around his lower back slid away. Rory risked a glance up.
Dillon tugged the band from his hair and ran his fingers through the long strands before taking a generous drink from the bottle. "Listen, I can tell you're uncomfortable... and it's about more than just Rin's aggressive come-ons... If you're serious about staying and about helping us out... then consider it a test. Rin's really not a bad person once you get to know the person under the act."
Rory clasped a hand over his arm and rubbed it. His eyes searched the other man as they navigated the heavily shadowed halls. "And you? Am I to believe you're a decent person just because you helped me out back there?"
Rory's words caught Dillon by surprise. He pulled Rory to a stop in the hall, the sounds from the living room still reverberating around them. He took a step closer before he began speaking. "Am I decent?" His eyes moved from the nearly empty bottle in his hand before gliding over Rory. "No... Not in the least... But there are some boundaries that even I won't cross. Rin's problem is... Rin isn't used to hearing no... I'm used to rejection, and I know when it's authentic." He tilted his head. "I don't think you would say yes tonight even if your job wasn't on the line... am I right?"
Rory lowered his head as he squeezed his arm tighter. It felt like Dillon's eyes were seeing straight into his mind... his soul... and he hated it. "No... I wouldn't... I... Have no interest in that kind of thing."
Dillon tilted his head, his eyes moving over Rory's lower region. "No? Did your body not get that memo?"
Rory's blush deepened as he released his arm and tugged his baggy sweater lower. He couldn't bring himself to answer or meet Dillon's burning gaze, however.
Dillon clasped Rory's chin and tugged his face up to meet his gaze. "If you don't want unwanted attention from Rin, do what you're told to do, don't fuck us over, and..." His eyes moved pointedly down to the front of Rory's slacks. "Keep your body in check." He released Rory's face and pointed the bottle toward a door a few rooms down. "That one is yours. If you need anything, Rin is directly across the hall, and when I stay here, I usually stay in the one right beside it... Lock your door. Sabastian tends to get drunk and sleepwalks." Dillon gave him a charming grin as he glanced down at Rory's tented pants. "Plus, who knows, if you don't lock your door, and I drink another bottle, I may become even more pushy than Rin."
Rory brushed off the last comment as another thought hit him, and his brows knotted. "You don't share a room?"
Dillon shrugged. "When I'm in the mood... We'll see how the night goes." He sent Rory a wink as he lifted the bottle back to his lips and turned back toward the living room and the sounds coming from it.
Rory collapsed against his door as soon as he was inside his room. He couldn't believe how things had gone since getting to this awful house. His eyes moved around the simple beauty of the room. It was well-decorated for a spare bedroom with high-end furnishings and eye-catching paintings hanging on the walls... though he couldn't place the artists... He slid to the cool hardwood of the floor as he stared up at the paintings, getting lost in their beauty, disassociating as the sounds outside the door seemed to multiply.
He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep on the cold floor until banging and loud panting moans broke the quiet night's air. His first reaction was to jerk away and seek a fitting place to hide, but once he realized he was alone in his own room, he breathed out a shaky breath. His eyes moved to the door as more loud noises echoed from just across the hall now. He groaned as he forced his tired, aching body from the cold floor and moved over to the bed. He searched the ornate dresser for his cellphone and immediately pulled up his favorite music streaming service. At least it hadn't been canceled yet, though it was only a matter of time before Mike realized he was still using his account. Rory searched for the playlist he'd created and turned the volume of his phone up as loud as it would go before crawling into bed.
To Rory's dismay, the banging and sounds of well-enjoyed sex could still be heard over his phone from time to time, making it extremely difficult for him to get back to sleep. He searched his computer bag for his worn-out headphones and buried his head under a pillow.
***
"Who told you to stop sucking? Shouldn't you be grateful I'm keeping such a useless faggot around? You think the guys here want to see your disgusting cock while we fuck you? Maybe we should just cut it off? You'd like that better anyway, wouldn't you?" Mike chuckled, the combination of drugs and alcohol causing his wicked words to slur.
Rory squeezed his eyes tighter, whimpering more as the smooth side of a cold blade brushed against his testicles. "No, please..." He begged, but his voice came out in weak, hoarse rasps.
"You don't need these... what use does a faggot have with balls?" Mike's snarky words bit out, drawing drugged laughter from around the room. His relentless thrusts didn't stop as he flipped the knife and ran the sharp point along Rory's shaft. "I bet if we cut it open, at least two other cocks could fit in it while I fuck your ass." He pushed the blade harder against Rory, drawing blood this time and bringing depraved laughter along with it.
"Ah, hurry up and do it already, then, I'm getting hard just thinking about it." A husky, drunk voice echoed somewhere to Rory's left. He could hear several zippers slide down as the blade bit deeper into his flesh. He tried his hardest to stifle his whimpers, knowing it would only increase the sick fucks' pleasure... but he couldn't it hurt too bad. He tried his hardest to struggle against the administration, but it was useless. Before he knew it, he was getting pinned more firmly against the table by more hands.
"Make yourself useful." Another harsh voice snarled near his head before his jaws were gripped painfully tight. A dick was forced between his lips. "Bite and I'll cut your dick off myself." The man growled.
Rory's body shook with sorrowful gloom as he resigned himself to another night of torture and abuse at the hands of Mike and his drugged-up friends.