I sucked harder. Denny’s hand slipped down to the side of my face. About every ten seconds he’d take a little gasp. For the rest he just held his breath. He’d begun to pump, too. I was beginning to dribble cum in my pants.

“I don’t want Hogg to see us take ’im,” the nigger went on. “He’s taken a shine to the little bastard, and he might just not like us runnin’ off with him right now, you know?”

“Hogg?” Hawk asked. “You mean that big motherfucker back there? Shit, I’ve gotten drunk with him a couple of times in here. He don’t care about nothin’—all he’d want would be a cut of the damn money.”

The nigger laughed. “That’s for goddamn sure!”

“What about this guy here he’s suckin’ on?” Hawk asked.

“Shit,” the nigger said. “Just look at’im. Denny’s so out of it, he won’t be able to remember nothin’… will you there, boy?”

“… all right,” Denny said again, softly, and strangely.

“Jesus,” Hawk said. “What’s the matter with him?”

“He crazy,” the nigger said. And chuckled.

I think Denny’s “all right” had been to me. It felt like he was about to come.

“Well, let’s go, then,” Hawk said. “Come on and get him out of here.”

Someone grabbed my shoulder, yanked.

I fell back against someone’s knees

“Come on, cocksucker!”

—and tried to stand up against the hands pulling at my arms.

Denny said: “Uhhhhhhh …!” One hand flapped at, but didn’t quite touch, his cock, bobbing and discolored and pierced with metal. His other hand still held the jukebox edge.

“Come on, come on!” Hawk hissed. As I got my feet under me, they pulled me back.

In jukebox light, Denny’s face was streaked with red and blue tears. His eyes were unfocused and had that white stuff in the inner and outer corners. His hand jerked forward on the jukebox. The beer bottle overturned, fell to the floor.

Islands of foam slid across the boards.

“Come on …!” Hawk’s boots and the nigger’s bare feet splashed.

They dragged me through the back door. The sky opened up outside, darker blue than the jukebox light.

Through the open door, I heard Hogg shouting: “Hey, wop—! Come on and get another one of these cocksuckers up here for your bitch. Come on!” A lot of bikers were yelling and shouting over him.

But through the laughter, I heard: “Okay, okay …” That was the wop. “Which of you motherfuckers is gonna be next? Come on—look at her, she’s crazy for it! She’s so hot, she’s gonna bust. Come on! She’s my old lady, and I know how hot that pussy can get. Who’s gonna be the one … yeah, you? Well, you’re a lucky motherfucker! Let’s see your money, boy!”