CHAPTER TWO
Blake woke in a heap on the floor. He was naked, and his body felt clammy. His crotch was oily and there was a large rubber on his now deflated c**k. Dried blood decorated his knuckles, and he was pretty sure that was come on his stomach, although there was none in the rubber. He crawled onto his knees and looked up.
“Get the f**k out, I said!” Darren shouted, standing across the room from him. He was naked and screaming. Gazing at Darren’s crotch, Blake realized why Darren had said he wasn’t going to be upset if Blake had a small member. Darren was definitely not playing with a major league bat.
“Darren, I’m sorry. I tried to tell you.”
“Tried to tell me? Tried to tell me that you are a psycho f**k?”
“I’m not a psycho, I just black out sometimes.”
“Great, you black out w
