"Darrel?" I ask, unable to believe that he is a part of this.
He looks away from me, like he is ashamed of himself. He is not the one who is a s*x slave for a sick sadist, now is he?
"Darrel was the one who brought you to my attention. He knew that your father was desperate for money, and I needed a new slave, so here you are," Master says.
I'm too shocked to say anything. It was one thing being betrayed by my father, but I would have never expected Darrel, my best friend since the third grade, to have hurt me like this.
"So," Master says, standing up. "Who is ready to have a little bit of fun? I broke him in last night, so you fellas don't have to worry about that."
Oh no...
I look up at the other men who stand there grinning, nodding in excitement. Darrel remains still, emotionless
