“Waylon won’t agree to any of this,” Oliver whimpers as I ease out of his well used hole and collapse beside him. What Oliver doesn’t know about what Waylon is willing to do to him, with him so long as he’s willing, can fill an Olympic sized swimming pool. “He will. You don’t have to worry about that. If you want both of us, you can have both of us.” I turn my head to look at him. He’s flushed pink, covered in a fine shine of sweat and refuses to meet my eyes. I stroke his jaw with my…