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fucking mind? This is some first-class bullshit!”
    Hyde gritted his teeth and sent him the glare of death. “You will wear it if you don’t want to be the new accidental celebrity.”
    Jason scowled and shut his mouth, but still took another step back. This was so out of his comfort zone he wanted to howl. The last thing he needed, though, was to end up on Xtube for everyone to see him moan around a cock and swallow the load. But if Hyde thought that after this threat and the collar, he’d ever get a blow job again, he had another thing coming. Though Hyde probably wouldn’t want one from a guy and only did it for the blackmail video. Jason couldn’t help but look around. Did the others know what Hyde had done?
    Spotty came over, his thin lips pressed into a pale line. “Kindergarten’s over. We’re having beer now. Right?” he asked Titan, with a mean slap to his bruised arm.
    Hyde walked up to Jason with a low growl, holding up the freaking collar. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
    “You ever use it and you’re dead,” Jason whispered, looking into Hyde’s eyes as the guy locked it around his neck, standing all too close.
    Hyde pursed his lips, sending him a silent kiss the moment he locked the collar with a metal bolt. The four men behind his back roared with equal amount of laughter and angry babble, and Jason wasn’t sure which came from where. He wanted to lock himself in his motel room and just sleep forever. Not have to deal with his sexuality, going mental on Titan, or having a crush on an obnoxious, manipulative prick.
    Jason put his hand over the thick collar, and an unpleasant chill went to his stomach at the memory of getting Tasered. He could probably somehow remove it, but what would be the point of it if he wanted to settle accounts with the club anyway?
    Titan spat on the floor, and Hyde scowled at him but said nothing.
    Spotty shook his head before raising his eyes at Jason. “Fetch us some beers.” He pointed to the fridge in the corner of the room.
    Jason shifted uncomfortably, but Titan pushed him forward. “You deaf, motherfucker?”
    The young guy with a beard, whom Jason already noticed was called Jack, snarled at him. “You cost us a fuckton of money tonight, so you might wanna get creative with your apologies.”
    “Just don’t bring in any human jerky,” chuckled Spotty, holding on to Titan, who showed off his teeth again. Jason was pretty sure the guy would gladly return the favor to Jason.
    “I could flay his ass,” Titan snarled. “It’s not like anyone’s gonna see that at the next fight.”
    Jason didn’t blink, but cold sweat broke out under his T-shirt. He was sure the guy would be more than capable of doing as he said if given the chance. He got the beers in silence, trying to come up with scenarios of what he would do depending on the type of torture the Rabid Mongrels wanted to indulge in. He was resigned to his fate at this point, knowing there was no way he could just run from five armed men with a shock collar around his neck.
    Babyface, a guy with round, oddly ageless features, grinned and pulled out a crooked knife as Jason slowly approached the set of leather sofas and armchairs where the bikers sat. “We do have the right tools. You could make a belt out of his skin.”
    Hyde snorted. “Come on, guys, you really want to fondle another man’s ass? How about we each grab a beer and chill out with a game of darts?” he asked, leaning back on the leather sofa.
    Spotty rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Darts?”
    “Or we could make a belt buckle out of his teeth,” said Babyface.
    Jason watched them, wishing his face were made out of stone, but his insides were the softest pudding, and his stomach clenched in anticipation of pain. Looked like getting humiliated and blackmailed would be the “fun bit” in comparison to what was about to happen.
    Jack drank half his beer in one go and looked back to Jason. “That kind of shit should be up your