– Forced Witness He tried to look away, but Brent held his head forward. “You caused this,” Brent whispered in his ear. Then greedily. Mitchell slid in halfway, moaning, gripping Ty’s braids as that hot, wet mouth took him deeper. “Shit,” he grunted. Gay sex This what they givin’ out in the hood?” Tyreese moaned, biting his lip. You wanted this.” Brent slammed into him, sweat dripping down his back, balls slapping against those soft, chocolate cheeks. “Damn this nigga got grip,” Brent groaned. His heart thudded in his chest as the old wood walls seemed to lean in, listening. He hadn’t even made eye contact with the man sitting across the room. His father. Harold Massey Sr. “You mean like the… college kids and all that?” Brent leaned in, his voice low. “For what? I believe in… correcting behavior. Slowly. That’s a man’s ass. His eyes were calm, predatory. Officer Mitchell, early 30s, lean but strong. Flesh tearing. – Forced Witness He tried to look away, but Brent held his head forward. “You caused this,” Brent whispered in his ear. He was the fix. 7:32 a.m. And now he was sitting in this strange private room, his son across from him, shaking. He watched Dre squirm in that chair like he was waiting for a guillotine to fall. “Son,” he said low, “what the hell is this about?” Dre’s lips
