Chapter 49
The Sprouting Grass Moon, he thought, letting his mind wander back to the village of his youth. How far away that seemed to him now.
He heard voices.
“Do it, I tell ya!”
The voice was barely audible, but Sam could tell the speaker was angry. He stopped to listen. He could not understand the reply.
“Ya did it for Donovan, so now you kin do it fer me, moffie!”
Sam turned and quickly made his way down a narrow passage between the sheds, where the voices seemed to be coming from. There he saw a large man whom Sam had never seen before, towering over another smaller man, pinned against the side of the shed. The larger man was pushing the small man to his knees. Sam could see the large man’s erect cock sticking out of his pants.
Todd! Sam thought frantically.
“I said suck it!” the attacker almost shouted, thrusting himself forward against Todd’s face.