*This scene contains explicit depictions of non-consensual s****l activity between men. Please be advised that the content may be graphic and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are not comfortable with mature themes or explicit s****l content, please do not proceed.*
The private room at the club was dark, lit only by a pulsating, crimson neon sign that read “EXIT.” It strobed across the scene. The carpet was plush and deep, the color of dried blood. Jack was on his knees by the minibar, his cheek pressed against the cool lacquered wood, his body held in place by a heavy hand on the back of his neck.
The man above him, Mr. Greer, was still mostly dressed—a tailored suit jacket hung open over a loosened tie. He was on a speakerphone call, discussing merger arbitrage, his voice a
