Free Bringing Home Danny by M.A. Blisher Page B

plastered he thought, Crap! What am I going to do now? Drunk and belligerent, Danny wasn't sure how to take them. Having experience with drunks, he knew enough to lay low until they slept it off. If lucky, they wouldn't remember what happened the next morning. Unfortunately, he didn't have much prior knowledge about his roommates' drinking patterns. He didn't know if they were they being serious, or if they were angry, or if they were just seriously angry drunks. Would they hate him if he were gay? Would they hurt him? These were questions Danny couldn't get answers for. He couldn't think straight. His thoughts wouldn't stay in focus. He soon realized his thoughts weren't the only thing he couldn't keep in focus. His vision blurred, and the more he blinked the more out of focus things became. Is the room swaying or am I?  
    “ Whoa, kid! Let me help you before you fall.”  
    Danny could hear the room laughing at him. He felt a large hand grip his arm. It didn't steady him, but it kept him from falling. Another hand yanked his other arm, and he could feel himself being dragged in a direction he had no control over.
    “ There's an empty room down the hall. Let's get him in there before he passes out.”  
    The voice and the menacing laugh that followed he recognized as Greg's. Danny instinctively knew he did not want to go into that room. His mind yelled, STOP! His body wouldn't cooperate.
    “ This way, kid, time for a roommate initiation.”  
    More laughter.
    Danny felt himself being pinned down against a bed. How did I get here, he vaguely wondered. His body seemed to be moving without benefit of free will.
    “ So, you like cock do you?” Carl mocked.  
    “ Good thing for you, you're pretty enough to fuck,” Greg taunted.  
    Fuck, was he paralyzed with fear, or just plain paralyzed? Unfortunately, Danny was conscious enough to know he was in a room with his two roommates along with few other drunks, and he was completely defenseless. The smell of hot putrid alcohol infested breath smothered his face and penetrated his senses. Danny felt his stomach convulse; he thought he was going to be sick. He turned his face in time to feel wet slobbering lips descend upon his cheek. A tongue licked his jawline.
    “ Aw, don't play hard to get now. Give me one of those sexy kisses.”  
    Danny tried to hurl himself off the bed, but was immediately pushed back into the mattress. Someone was holding his arms over his head. Carl straddled him and bent down to attempt another kiss. Danny turned his head in the other direction. Carl grabbed Danny's face squeezing it hard between his fingers, and roughly forced a kiss upon his mouth, causing their teeth to clash. Danny fought to get away from the punishing kiss by jerking his face back and forth. The tussle excited Carl, and he backhanded Danny across the mouth. He leaned in savagely to lick the blood from Danny's mouth.
    “ Now, now, don't be like that. I haven't been with a woman in over a week, and you're pretty enough to pass. Hell, you're even prettier than my last girlfriend.”  
    Danny squeezed his eyes shut to close out the world.
    “ Stop sweet talking him, Carl, and help me get his pants off.”  
    More laughter echoed through Danny’s head. He felt something wet drip down his face, and he wondered if he was crying.
    “ Be patient, Greg, you can't rush a first time.”  
    Carl slowly lifted Danny's shirt and began to caress his chest. Danny was trapped. He couldn't free himself as he felt fingers pinching his nipple, followed by a bite. Finally, Danny cried out, or at least he thought he did. Hands further down unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. Probing fingers reached inside the slit of his boxers and took hold.
    A moment of clarity tore through Danny's panic. He kicked out wildly, yelling, “Fuck you!”
    “ If you don't mind, we'd prefer to fuck you instead,” Greg snickered.  
    More laughter exploded through the room along with demands to