Male Order

Male Order written by Cassandre Dayne

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Chapter One

Razer Willis grimaced as Phillip continued taking picture after picture. It wasn't that he hated modeling but he was weary from posing like some warrior God for a damn provocative ad for vodka of all things. Granted, the gig paid well and would cover his expenses for the month, which was something he desperately needed. Being out of work for almost a year, modeling kept Razer from being homeless given that marketing positions were tough to come by these days. "Just a few more and we're done," Phillip said as he changed the angle of the light and inched closer "Spread your legs for me. I wanna see that delicious cock of yours." Fighting a hiss, Razer opened his legs and placed his hands on his hips. He tipped his head toward the light as he had done several times and held the stance, adopting the look of a hungry beast stalking his prey. While the Neanderthal shoot prickled his anger, it was the photographer's overt flirting that was really driving him insane. Phillip Kruger was the hottest photographer in the business and was sought after by many of the most coveted models gracing covers. The heavy set older German made sure Razer knew he wanted more than something professional. The wretched part about the thought was that Razer knew Phillip would call him again and get him more work if Razer allowed the guy to fuck him in the ass. "You need me to suck that hot stick of yours and make you hard?" Licking his lips loudly, Phillip knelt between Razer's legs and took a close up shot of shaft and balls. Razer resisted the urge to strike him. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his flaccid dick and closed his eyes, imaging a tall golden haired blond ready to suck him off. "I'll do it." Stroking his shaft all the way to the base, he squeezed his balls, relishing in the pain. "That's beautiful, baby. I like that. Keep it up," Phillip cooed as he continued shooting. "I love seeing you masturbate. Turns me the hell on." Makes me sick. Razer envisioned Blake, his sometimes lover and best friend and groaned as he pumped his hand, his nails digging in to his flesh. His breathing ragged, Razer thrashed his head back and forth, fueled by Phillip's thick accent as the photographer cooed and inched

closer and closer. Opening his eyes, Razer stared down at the man who remained on his knees leering at him, his eyes dancing with lust. "While I'd love to see you cum, I need the shot. Move your hand away," Phillip commanded. Razer nodded and lifted his hand, darting his eyes across the Phillip's face. Striking a pose, he remained hard and hungry. Desperate to cum, Razer's body shook needing relief and there was no doubt Phillip sensed his condition. "Perfect. You're so damn sexy to look at." Setting the camera down on a small side table, Phillip slowly rose to his feet and closed the distance between them. Sliding his hand down Razer's chest, Phillip toyed with his chest, flicking his finger across Razer's nipple. "Allow me to give you some satisfaction for your good work." The tone dripping with innuendos, he twisted Razer's nipple between his thumb and forefinger until Razer hissed. "I know how you enjoy a touch of pain with your pleasure. Don't you, boy? I know exactly what you like. You need a good master to train you. Would you like to be my permanent boy?" Shivering, Razer sucked in his breath as Phillip's other hand moved down and cupped Razer's crotch. He allowed the moment of intimacy, telling himself this was normal in the world of high priced modeling and that he should get over his concerns. Pursing his lips, he fought his demons, his heart thumping in his chest. He could do this. The man simply wanted to give him a blowjob. Right? "I see you like my touch. Seriously I'd enjoy turning you into my boy toy while I help mold you into a star. Would you like that?" Philip breathed as he leaned in and licked across the seam of Razer's mouth. "God you taste sweet." Stroking him in long, even pumps, Phillip chuckled as he moved to Razer's other nipple, pinching and squeezing until Razer hissed. "Let me suck you. It'll feel so good. I want to suck your juicy cock and have your cum slide down my throat. Is that something you can handle? Of course you can." Unable to say anything, Razer turned his head, willing his nerves to settle. Razer certainly loved the taste of men but this was… "Good boy. I'll make sure you have something a little extra in your paycheck and perhaps we'll set up more work for you next week. I have some clients that will flip for your beauty. There's nothing quite like a sexy raven haired hunk of a man to boil my clients' blood. You know

you could sell millions with those green eyes of yours." Capturing Razer's mouth, he pressed his tongue inside as he pumped Razer's cock. Razer groaned and imagined another time and place, humiliated that he craved relief so badly. As the echo of his heart roared into his ears, he broke the kiss, palming Phillips's chest and panted. "I see you're hungry. I love that in my men." Sliding to his knees, Phillip purred and breathed a swatch of hot air across Razer's swollen erection. "You're gonna be so damn good to eat." Taking a single finger, he grazed it the length of Razer's cock until it twitched. Darting out his tongue, he sliced it across the tip before easing back and gazing into Razer's eyes. "You make this old man want to fuck you hard. Can you imagine how damn good it'll feel as I drive my dick into your sweet ass?" Opening and closing his mouth, Razer began shaking. Phillip chuckled and took the head of Razer's cock into his mouth, sliding his tongue around in lazy circles while he gripped Razer's balls, squeezing with enough pressure Razer threw his head back and roared, the intensity of Phillips's mouth and hands was both scintillating and disgusting. Think of the money. Think of what it'll mean for your future. It's just sex. It's just… "That's it. Yyyyeeessss…you're one hot fuck and I'm going to enjoy taming," Phillip hissed before he wrapped his hands around Razer's thighs, cupping his ass and thrusting Razer's shaft into the back of his throat. "Aaaaahhhh!" Dazzling sensations rushed Razer's body sending a series of white-hot jolts dancing across his skin. Squeezing his eyes, trying to take himself anywhere but here, suddenly the insanity of his act flashed through Razer's mind. He didn't want this. This…man was not his lover and barely a friend. Hell, the man was a horrible representation of everything Razer hated and exactly what he'd succumbed to so many years ago. And it had nearly destroyed him. "No." Phillips clamped down on Razer's ass cheeks, forcefully driving Razer's shaft into the deep recesses of his mouth. "No!" More insistent, Razer pushed at Phillip's shoulders trying to jerk free. "I don't…want…this!"

Phillip's grip tightened as his mouth muscles clamped over Razer, sucking as he swirled his tongue in manic motions. Grunting and growling, he bobbed his head with enough force he yanked Razer's tense body forward and backward. "I said…no!" Giving Phillip a long, hard shove, Razer stumbled backward, slamming into a set of lights. As the entire cluster of equipment tumbled to the floor, smashing hard against the hardwood floor, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glared down at Phillip. "I said no." "You whore!" Phillip dragged his body to his feet and hissed. "Get the fuck out of here." Breathless, Razer grabbed his clothes and yanked them on, embarrassed and horrified at not only his impetuous behavior but what would come next. Phillip could make or break a model and Razer knew damn good and well he was toast. "You fucking kids are all alike. You think you can come here and preen and show off your naked bodies and expect to be paid for what, looking pretty?" Phillip strode to his desk and grabbed a book, forcing the pages open. Grabbing a pen, he wrote furiously. "I'll tell you one thing, pretty boy. You'll never work in this town again. Given the state of how I hear your bank account looks, you'll be coming to me in about a month begging for my forgiveness and for my cock. But you know what? You won't get a damn thing." Ripping off a check, Phillip held it out and glared at Razer. "Your pay for the job." Razer tucked in his shirt and zipped his jeans. Keeping his eyes pinned on the furious man, he pulled on his boots and brushed his hands through his hair. A model he could be but he refused to be a whore. Gathering what was left of his dignity, he walked forward and grabbed the check out of Phillip's hand, stuffing it into his pocket. Phillip laughed and folded his arms. "Don't even know if I stiffed you. Interesting. Well, I'll tell you when the proofs are ready. Now get the fuck out of here." Nodding, Razer opened his mouth to apologize but just shook his head instead. He had nothing to apologize for. Throwing his shoulders back, he sauntered toward the door, swaying his hips as a brazen tease. The asshole didn't deserve the likes of him or his talent. As he closed the door, the sound of something glass shattering against a wall forced him to jump. Razer slumped against the outside wall and cringed. "What the fuck did I just do?"

****

Rage pulsed through Razer's body and he took it out on his car and the road, driving at speeds in excess of eighty miles per hour. It was late, he was exhausted and the mother fucking jerk had stiffed him out of two hundred dollars. While he longed to stop at a bar and drown his sorrows, he knew nothing good would come of it given his piss poor mood. Besides, he had a tentative date with Blake. While he certainly wasn't in the mood for chit chat, Blake knew his dark moods and would give him space while sharing in his need something hard. Chuckling, he stopped at the corner liquor store before traveling the rest of the way. He was in the mood for tequila. At least his paycheck could afford a tall bottle. Hissing, he licked his lips, realizing his hunger was tremendous. Why? Because the ugly man turned him on? Damn it all to hell. Slamming his hand against the steering wheel, he swallowed hard as he pulled into his driveway. Why the hell couldn't he find a real job? He couldn't believe that with all his connections he was still unemployed. It had almost been a year. Razer climbed out of his beloved Miata wondering whether he was going to have to sell his prized possession at auction. Tugging at the check, he eyed the amount as he leaned against the driver's door. It would get him by for a little while anyway. He stuffed the slip of paper into his pocket before heading inside. There was no need for Blake to know yet Razer would lose everything within the span of two months without securing a job. Opening the door, he smiled, pleased Blake hadn't waited for his call. Blake Myers was his best friend and on again off again lover for the last several years. They both understood there was nothing but warmth and sex between them but the relationship was safe and offered pleasure on lonely nights for each man. "You're late," Blake said, grinning until he gazed at Razer's face. "I know that look. What's wrong?" Reaching into a cabinet, he pulled out two glasses. "Why do you think anything's wrong?" Razer yanked out the tequila and twisted the cap feeling like guzzling it straight from the bottle instead of using a glass.

"Because you stopped at the liquor store when you have a cabinet full of liquor here." Plopping ice into the glasses, Blake pushed them toward Razer. Razer chuckled. "Long day." "How was the shoot?" "Okay, I guess." "Right. Let's try lying in another language. The old bastard come on to you?" "Yeah and I turned him down." Shrugging, he poured heavy amounts of the pale amber liquid into both glasses. As he set the bottle down, he realized his hands were shaking. "Don't think I'll be doing any more modeling." "What? Oh come on. This isn't the fifties." "No, but the man has connections. I'm ruined." Razer gulped half his glass in one long pull. "You'll find something else. Fuck em." Blake moved around the kitchen island and rubbed his hand across Razer's face. Razer sighed and titled his head, nuzzling into his hand. "Not that pays the bills. What am I gonna do, sell my freaking art?" "Your art work is incredible. I have no idea why you haven't had a show yet," Blake admonished. "Because you need connections and evidently I have none." Razer clenched his eyes shut, his heart thumping. It wasn't like him to whine about anything but he was dead tired from interviews and rejections. While painting and writing music kept his mind from falling into the pit of hell, it was also reminding him he wasn't good at either thing. Blake jerked the glass out of his hand and set both down on the counter before grabbing Razer's chin and shaking his head. "You're a wonderful man, a fantastic artist, excellent in business and damn sexy. Fuck the rest of the world." "Then why doesn't anyone want me?" Growling, Blake yanked Razer's body to his. "You're incorrigible." Crushing Razer's mouth, he wrapped his arm around Razer's waist and pulled him into the heat of his body, pressing his tongue inside Razer's mouth.

Razer shivered from the sensations rushing his body. He trusted this man with his sex and his life and Blake was one of the few men that knew his secret. He ground his cock against Blake's hips moving in long luxurious motions as every part of his body tingled, needing relief from the angst that he'd carried with him for days. Breaking the kiss, Blake inhaled deeply and darted his tongue, encircling Razer's lips. "You smell damn good." Nipping his bottom lip playfully, Blake groaned and moved away, giving Razer a seductive glance. Grabbing his glass, he took a long swill. "Music?" Razer instantly felt better. "Sure. Why are you here by the way?" He watched his lover walk into the living room and eyed fresh ingredients on the counter. Blake loved to cook but they usually did it at his house instead of Razer's. "I thought you weren't sure you could get out of work." The lilting sounds of Ottmar Liebert fluttered throughout the townhouse as Blake sauntered back into the kitchen. "I had a meeting with my boss today." Razer lifted his eyebrow. "Uh-oh. What does that mean?" Working as a high powered attorney in one of the best firms in Atlanta, Blake had a six figure salary and excellent benefits. But Razer could tell by the look in Blake's eyes that something was wrong. "Let's go out on the balcony," Blake suggested. Razer trailed him outside where they stood gazing across the landscaped back. His townhouse had a dazzling view of the pool and at the hour it glimmered in the full moon. "What is it? You can tell me anything." Blake sighed and gripped the iron railing. "My boss offered me a promotion." "That's fantastic!" "You don't understand. It means I have to move." "Where?" Blake turned slowly and gazed into Razer's eyes. "Los Angeles." While the news was startling, they both knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Mahoney, Trevillian and Parker was blazing a trail. Considered to be one of the most influential law firms working with artists and entertainers, Los Angeles was a given. "That's wonderful, Blake. It's what you've always wanted."

"But it means I have to leave you, unless you want to come. You'd do great modeling there. Think about all the connections I'll have. It's perfect, man. You can live with me until you find… What? What did I say?" Razer closed his eyes, hearing the same ugly words Philip said and groaned. "You know Los Angeles and I won't fit, besides, I…well…we…" Blake let out a deep breath. "I guess there's something in the back of my mind that keeps thinking we can fall madly in love with each other. We have passion and friendship and everything that makes a great relationship." Razer inched forward and lightly touched Blake's face. "Except love. We've been through this before." Blake grabbed Razer's hand and kissed his fingers, drawing his index finger inside of his mouth, suckling as he gazed into Razer's eyes. Razer shivered as his cock stirred. Blake could turn him on instantly. With his long blond locks and dazzling smile, the man was the sexiest man he'd ever been to bed with. "You keep doing that and we won't make dinner." Blake removed his finger, allowing the pop to permeate the air as he blazed a salacious trail down Razer's body. "Food is highly over rated unless you mean your sweet cum sliding down my throat." "Fuck, you know how to turn me on." Razer used the flat of his hand to caress Blake's chest, relishing the feel of his chiseled muscles, kneading until his hunger forced him to inch down. Toying with the waistband of Blake's jeans, he slid his finger inside and touched the tip of Blake's cock. "Teasing me with no underwear?" "Just the way you like it. Dinner or me?" Razer narrowed his eyes before setting his glass down. "How about both?" While he knew a few of his neighbors could see his actions on the second story balcony, the thrill remained and as he kissed Blake he sighed, excitement roaring through him. Blake moaned as Razer broke the kiss and fumbled to set his glass down on the table, barely pushing the dense crystal past the slick edge. "Suck me."

Chuckling, Razer dropped to his knees and pushed Blake hard against the iron railing. As he unfastened Blake's jeans, slowly lowering the zipper, he pressed his face into Blake's groin, inhaling the musky scent of his sex. There was nothing he enjoyed better than having a man's cock in his mouth, sucking as he writhed in pleasure. There was no top or bottom in their relationship as Blake wasn't into the concept and Razer was timid at suggesting anything kinky. Razer's past kept him from enjoying anything except basic vanilla sex but lately he hungered for more and he sensed Blake knew it. Tonight however, Razer felt a little wild and crazy. "I like it when you want me so damn much," Blake whispered as he gripped the railing. Razer hissed as he yanked down Blake's pants. As his lover's cock sprang free, he took in the throbbing erection. He slid a finger down the length of Blake's shaft until he reached his balls. Circling first one and then the other, he tipped his head and gazed into Blake's eyes. "You want me to suck you?" "God yes." Toying with him, Razer slid his tongue across the sensitive slit as Blake bucked. Cupping his balls, he squeezed, rolling the tender sacs in his fingers as Razer lowered his head and engulfed Blake's head in his mouth, rolling his tongue in slow and deliberate circles. "Fuck! You're so damn good at this!" Blake tossed his head back and allowed a strangled cry to filter into the night air. Encouraged, Razer took Blake's dick down an inch at a time as he stroked the base, gripping and pulling as he swirled his tongue back and forth, hungrier than he could ever imagine. Blake jerked away from the railing and impaled Razer's mouth with his cock as he grabbed his head, entwining his fingers in Razer's long stands. "I'm going to fuck your mouth hard. Can you handle it?" Growling his answer, Razer relaxed his throat muscles and took Blake's shaft until the tip hit his throat, forcing him to gag. Swallowing and using his strong jaw muscles, he fought down the urge to reject such a gorgeous piece of flesh and squeezed tightly, clenching around Blake's swollen erection like a tight vice. Crawling further between Blake's legs, Razer crouched as Blake took control jerking Razer's head up and down his throbbing muscle until Blake simply held his lover.

"That's it. Take all of me. Swallow me whole. God, you're so fucking hot," Blake breathed and pulled Razer's head, lifting it slowly, pulling his cock almost all the way out of Razer's mouth. "You want more?" "Mmmm…" Razer reached around Blake's massive thighs and gripped his buttocks sliding his fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Blake shifted, his breath becoming rattled as his body quaked before he pumped into Razer's mouth, using the strength of his legs to drive into the back of his throat. "Yyyyeeeesss…" Razer's legs trembled and he parted Blake's ass cheeks, running the tip of his finger around Blake's dark hole. As he darted the tip of his index finger inside, Blake clenched his ass muscles and groaned. "God, I won't be able to…to…shit man!" Razer pushed his finger further inside Blake's dark hole, longing to have his cock buried there. Sliding further, he hit the tight ring of muscle and pushed past, his efforts rewarded with a single howl. "Aaaaahhhh!" Blake stopped short and panted as he held Razer's head. Blake's cock filled his mouth and he closed his eyes and inserted a second finger in Blake's ass. Growling, Razer flexed his fingers. He knew his lover was close to cumming and he wanted nothing more than for Blake's tangy juice to slide down the back of his throat. "I can't hold it. I can't…" Blake sighed, his voice barely a whisper. Pumping faster into Razer's mouth, his legs shook as he struggled to hold on. Losing grip, he reached back for the railing, barely able to grab hold. Razer continued his manic actions, thrusting into his ass as his pulse raced. Nothing had ever felt so damn good. "Oh…ohohoh!" Blake jerked and slammed his cock into Razer's mouth as he erupted, sending hot spurts into Razer's mouth. Razer held him, his fingers buried inside Blake's asshole as he drank, savoring Blake's sweet cum. "Sweet Jesus!" Blake roared as his body bucked.

Blake pressed the back of his hand across his mouth and groaned. "You're so fucking good." Falling back against the railing, he chuckled and threw his head back. Razer licked his lips and gazed up at his lover. "I'm not done with you yet." "Who said I was done with you?" "Me first." Yanking Blake's body around in one swift motion, Razer forced his waist over the railing and yanked his legs as far apart as the dense material would allow before using both hands to open Blake's ass cheeks. "Another taste before dinner." Burying his face into Blake's ass, he slipped his tongue inside his dark hole, peppering the forbidden entrance with licks. Arching his back, Blake growled and dropped his head. "God, I'm gonna miss this."

Chapter Two

"Look, I know how bad it is," Blake said quietly as he sipped a glass of tequila. Razer eyed him and sighed. "What do you think you know?" Leaning forward in his chair, Blake swirled the hefty crystal back and forth between his hands. "That you've spent all your savings. That you only took the modeling gig to make ends meet and that you're a very proud man." "Snooping?" "Christ! You're my lover and my friend. It's not hard to tell when I pick up the phone and it's a damn bill collector. Why didn't you tell me? I know how damn tough the market's been. Let me help you!" Growling, Razer jerked to his feet. "You mean a hand out." "I mean one friend helping another." "I can't do that." "Because you're stubborn." "Because it's not fair to you." Razer rubbed his eyes and rested his hand on the fireplace mantel. "I have money." "I don't want your money. I want to make my own." Blake rose to his feet. "It won't do you any good if you're homeless. Take a loan from me until you get back on your feet." Razer realized his pride might ultimately destroy him but he didn't want to drag Blake into the middle of his mess. "I have no clue when I could pay it back and I don't want that shit hanging over my head. I was there. Remember? I was at a man's mercy and look what happened. He nearly destroyed me body and soul." Razer's tone sharp, he caught the look of hurt cross Blake's face out of the corner of his eye and instantly regretted his words. "I'm sorry. It's just that…" Blake sighed and leaned back in the chair and it was several seconds before he spoke. "I'm not a monster. You know I'd never hurt you."

"I know that." Razer clawed the wood surrounding the fireplace before turning around. "The nightmares are back." "I knew that too." "How?" "Because every once in awhile you allow me to hold you all night long like real lovers do, remember?" Razer clucked his jaw and tried to figure out what to say. It had taken him years to get over what the man had done to him and why he was having the horrendous nightmares again, he wasn't sure. What he did know was they kept him from resting over the last few weeks. Swallowing hard, he shook his head. "I'm sorry." "It's time you dealt with the misery that freak put you under. If memories of your time with Tim continue to haunt you after all these years, then you need to get some professional help. And you know what? I think it's time you fell in love." Razer burst out laughing. "Not gonna happen." "Exactly what I knew you'd say." Blake climbed out of the chair and walked toward the bar. "I got you something." "What's the occasion?" "Getting your head out of your ass," Blake smirked, giving Razer a wry grin. Grabbing a folder from the top of the bar, he sauntered back toward him. "Look, I wasn't sure how to give this to you. I've had these folks thoroughly checked out from a credit check to the Better Business Bureau. They're legit and they've been around for nearly a decade." Fingering the pamphlet, he narrowed his eyes. "Why do I feel a nightmare coming on?" Razer sighed as he eyed the bright blue folder. "I want you to look at this with a completely open mind. I mean it. Not only will it give you a job but you might enjoy entering into their type of…contract. It's totally your decision and you can take all the time you want finding the right one but I strongly encourage you to do this. I've taken the liberty of enrolling you because I knew you'd be tempted to say no." "What?" Razer chuckled as Blake moved forward then realized his lover was very serious. "What're we talking about here?"

Blake handed him the folder but kept his hand on it as he gazed into Razer's eyes. "It's very out of the ordinary but it's the only thing I can think of that might drag you out of your doldrums. If you agree, you'll go in for testing in a few days and then you can begin enjoying. You've already been prescreened and an entire year's membership paid so you can't back out. You're exactly what they're looking for and I'm told you'll fetch a pretty penny. Before you say a damn thing, you have to promise me you'll look this over before you throw it in the garbage." There was something about his dark tone that surprised Razer. Inhaling deeply he gazed down at the cover and sighed. "Male Order?" "Catchy title eh?" Razer took it from him and moved toward the bar, setting down his drink. "What do they do?" Flipping through the colorful brochure, the pictures appeared like a dating service. "They get people together that are damaged, lonely or in need and yes the corporation caters to the gay society. They also provide an avenue for developing a network." "A fucking dating service? You're not out the door yet and you want me to pick another guy to go out with and what? Fuck?" Shocked Razer had no idea what to say but as he read several passages, he could tell it wasn't a traditional dating service. "It's much more than that. The exclusive club utilizes the internet to locate and select qualified candidates for work situations and for love interests, yes. They pre-select only the top notch people that are drug free, disease free and have the same interests. After certain introductions are made, it's up to the two parties to talk via chat rooms and emails first and then more traditional conversations before meeting in person. If a contract is signed then…" Blake hesitated. "Then?" "The contract's for life." "Life? What the fuck?" "You promised," Blake breathed. "I didn't promise a damn thing." Razer's pulse crested as he flipped through the folder. The glossy brochure was certainly beautiful and alluded to all things necessary for men to find men in a world filled with uncertainty. It also spelled out in no uncertain detail that if he accepted,

he'd be nothing more than a mail order groom that also worked as a contracted employee. "You're fucking out of your mind!" Tossing the brochure onto the bar, Razer grabbed his drink and stalked onto the deck, anger flashing through him. Why the hell would Blake do this? Why? After all the years that they'd shared. Swallowing hard, he lowered his head as tears slipped from his eyes. "If you want to know why, it's because I want you to be in love. I want you to be in love with me but it's never going to happen. You've closed off your heart to real feelings. I thought if you could have love and sex the way you need it then you might heal. I'm hoping you'll find yourself again." Hanging his head over the railing, Razer fought the demons that he'd carried for too many years. The ones ripping away at his soul piece by piece. Unable to say anything, he concentrated on his breathing, controlling his nerves as memories of the monsters voice flashed through him. All you are is a good fuck and I'm going to keep you for just that. You hear me? You'll never amount to anything but a good lay and now you belong to me. Blake eased forward and placed his hand on the small of Razer's back. "I love you even if you can't love me." Hearing Blake's confession for the first time, Razer sucked in his breath and when he spoke, his haunted voice startled him. "I'm damaged. How could anyone want me?" Wrapping his arm around Razer's waist, Blake pressed a series of kisses across his neck. "I want you and you've never been damaged. You're the most incredible man I've ever met in my life and I want you to be happy." For the first time in years, Razer broke down into a wave of sobs that racked his body. As Blake held him tenderly, caressing his back as he spoke words of love and encouragement, Razer realized it was time to forgive himself and to get on with his life. Blake was the only soul he trusted with certain portions of his story regarding his past and the rest would remain locked away forever. While Razer was normally strong, the nightmares robbed him of portions of sanity and he was dead tired of fighting. He was more than ready to live. If only the monster would allow it.

"I have an idea," Blake whispered. Wiping his eyes, Razer sniffed and smiled. Blake was the one that always made him feel better. Closing his eyes, he went to his place of calm and smiled. "I can tell by the sound of your voice it's going to be naughty." Blake chuckled. "You know me too well. It's a beautiful evening. How about a shameless swim?" Leaning over the railing, he directed their attention to the glistening pool. "No one uses it anyway so no one's going to find us. If they do, it'll be that much more sinful." Razer sucked in his breath. "You have very good ideas." "Besides, we need to work off dinner, right?" "I thought you might've had more in mind than just swimming." Pressing a single finger past his lips, Blake sucked it before easing it out of his mouth and sliding it down the length of the back of Razer's neck. "You'll have to follow me to find out." Razer turned and watched his lover saunter back into the living room. When Blake shifted and gave him a come hither look, Razer grinned. The guy knew how to turn up the heat. Blake placed both hands on either side of the open door and swayed his hips back and forth seductively. "No swimsuits. We won't need them." Tossing back the rest of his tequila, Razer waited until he heard the front door close before moving into the living room. Setting his glass down, he walked to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. One thing was certain. Blake's ass was getting impaled tonight. Razer slowly made his way to the pool, watching for any interlopers along the way. His complex mostly filled with an older crowd, few were ever out past ten. Strolling into the pool area, he closed the iron gate softly before glancing across the water. Illuminated by a series of vibrant LED lights, the colors danced and swirled under the water, casting shadows around the perimeter of the pool. Blake was at the far end swimming back and forth across the width. "The water's surprisingly warm." Eyeing a heap of clothes, Razer glanced over his shoulder one last time before pitching the towels down on the small table and removing his clothes, allowing Blake to drink him in. Naked,

he slid his hand across his chest. He heard Blake sucking in his breath as Razer inched forward, pushing the flat of his hand down his stomach to dart his fingers across the top of his groin. "Come to me." "Not yet." Toying with the soft hair surrounding his cock, Razer grazed his other hand down to cup his balls, squeezing as he moved his hips. "You want this?" His dick already swollen, he stroked the base of his shaft sending a series of shivers dancing down his spine. Grunting, he inched forward toward the stairs relishing the way Blake's gaze followed him the entire way. Blake pushed off from the wall and glided through the water toward him. "Yes." Razer walked into the pool and moved toward him. Blake allowed passion to enter back into Razer's life through their friendship and for that he would forever be grateful. While sadness swept his system as he thought about Blake leaving, tonight was a time for ecstasy. He moved forward like a hungry predator. Blake swam around him in circles, splashing water across the surface. "Do you want me?" "Uh-huh." Razer tilted his head, hunger racing through his body. Blake knew how to push every button. "Then you're going to have to come and get me." Chuckling darkly, he kicked his legs out, spraying a wave of water over Razer. Wiping his face, Razer growled and took off after him. The stronger swimmer, he had Blake in his clutches in seconds. "You're mine." Dragging Blake's body to his chest, he moaned as he crushed his mouth over his lover's, tasting the sweet essence of the man. Blake wrapped his arms around him and ground his hips back and forth across Razer's groin until the friction sent a series of waves over their heated bodies. He entwined his fingers in Razer's long hair and yanked his head, breaking the kiss. "You're going to have to fight to get me," Blake breathed as he nipped Razer's bottom lip, drawing the tender flesh inside of his mouth. Razer kicked out hard in the water, the momentum building until he pushed Blake against the side of the pool. "You belong to me tonight to do exactly what I say." Barely able to recognize his husky voice, he tipped his head back and howled quietly, telling the world around them Blake was his for the taking.

"What do you want?" Razer studied Blake's sensuous features and pressed his thumb across the seam of his mouth before pressing it inside. "What do I want?" "Mmmm…." Blake sucked Razer's thumb, dragging his tongue across the tip as he slid his hand down to cup Razer's cock, caressing and tugging the base as his body shivered. Razer savored the feeling as he breathed in the heady scent of the man before removing his finger and lowering his head to lick the side of Blake's cheek down to his chin and further down to nip his Adam's Apple. Blake moaned and tilted his head back as he grabbed for the edge of the pool, trying desperately to keep his head above water. "Fuck! You're on fire tonight." "I want to fuck you hard," Razer growled and licked down further as he pushed Blake's body out of the water. With one hand he kept him aloft as he brushed the other over Blake's chest, pinching his nipple until his lover groaned. Leaning forward, Razer licked the hard bud before biting down. "Shit!" Blake struggled to grab his arms, his breath coming in strangled pants. "You…shit…" Razer moved to his other nipple, licking and sucking before biting down harder this time, knowing how much Blake enjoyed a touch of pain with his pleasure. "Are you ready for me to fuck that sweet ass of yours?" "I…oh…" Blake panted as he tried to move away from the wall. "You ready for me inside your tight ass?" It wasn't a question as much as a statement of what would happen. Purring, Blake gazed into Razer's eyes. "You can't handle me." As the mischievous glint in his eye shimmered in the moonlight, Razer growled. "Oh no?" "No." Blake pushed solidly against Razer's chest and maneuvered away from his body, swimming quickly toward the other end of the pool. The cat and mouse game was nothing more than a delicious show and Razer licked his lips before kicking out from the wall and swimming toward his lover, his powerful legs pumping hard.

Blake managed to make it to the end of the pool and to the gentle sloping of wide stairs before Razer grabbed him. "Ooooohhh!" "You're not getting away." Razer lifted Blake's body out of the water and onto all fours. "I mean it." Placing the tip of his cock at Blake's dark entrance, he impaled his ass in one long plunge. "God I love making love with you." "Aaaaahhhhh!" Blake threw his head back and yelped before cutting off the sound. Clawing the cement, he sucked in his breath and lowered his head in complete acquiescence to the man that had been his lover for so long. Razer kicked out Blake's legs and gripped Blake's hips as he began driving into him in slow, deliberate strokes forcing the man to accept all Razer had to give. "Does it feel good?" "Yyyyyeessss…" Blake hissed. Arching his back, he struggled with his position as the water lapped around them. Razer plunged in and out of his tight ass as Blake's muscles clamped around him, milking his seed from the base of his cock. His balls ached with the need to cum and as he continued thrusting in frantic motions, the water created a wave over their heated bodies, pulsing against the side of the pool. The sound reverberated into the night sky, fluttering into the cool breeze. "More?" "Yes!" "Harder?" "God…yyyyeeeesss!" Blake could barely speak, his words nothing more than scattered pants. His fingers digging into the tender flesh of Blake's hips, Razer drove in harder until he could no longer hold back his orgasm. "I'm cumming!" "Yes!" "Oh God...ohohoh…yes!" Razer bit back a scream as seed rushed from his swollen balls and raced up his shaft. As he exploded inside Blake's ass, a rush of adrenaline dragged his very soul onto the shoals of brazen rapture. He wasn't sure if he wasn't feeling something as close to love as he'd ever felt. And it scared him to death.

****

"I like this one, Tim. He's beautiful. Can I take a taste?" He hissed as he ran a finger down Razer's back. Razer fought screaming as he stared up at his master who held the chain tightly, jerking his head up. "For a price, Joel." Tim cooed and yanked the chain again. "You eye your visitors, slut. Do you understand?" "Yes, master," Razer breathed. "You need to tame this one," Joel chuckled as he stepped back, glancing down at the Razer. "Are you sure you don't need some help here?" Tim inhaled and entwined his fingers in Razer's hair. "Not yet. I'm having way too much fun showing him off and toying with him. He's going to the ranch next week." Razer's ears perked up. He shivered knowing exactly what that meant. So many went to the ranch to be trained as dogs and so many didn't return. Suddenly the collar seemed tight around his neck. Closing his eyes, he controlled his breathing as he always did during times of punishment. It was the only way he could survive the torture. "If you're sending him to the ranch it must mean this beautiful creature is worth more than I thought. I'll give you two thousand dollars for one night before he goes," Joel said as he sucked in his breath. Leaning over slowly, Tim pressed a single finger into the man's chest. "And what will you give me after his return?" Razer heard the words but went inside the special place that kept him sane. Fighting the shakes that always garnered additional strikes of the whip, he swallowed hard and remained still. Joel smiled and knelt down. "May I touch?" "Certainly," Tim stroked Razer slowly. Joel cocked his head and reached out, lifting Razer's chin with a finger. "You have incredible eyes. I bet you're a damn good fuck. Lift him if you will."

"Certainly. Up, pet." Tim wrapped his hand around the chain and pulled Razer to his knees. "Show the man your wears." Razer shook and clenched his fist closed as the man called Joel cooed and grazed his hand down Razer's chest before cupping his cock and balls. He winced and bit back a moan as Joel squeezed hard. He wasn't to speak no matter what. "Very nice. He's thick and long and you've done well with him so far. I love seeing the cock ring on him. Very sexy. If he comes out better than he goes in then I'll give you ten thousand for one night upon his return." "Deal," Tim growled. "Not so fast!" Joel held up a finger as he rose from the floor. He sniffed and turned his hungry gaze toward Tim. "As long as I get to have him my way." Razer blinked furiously. Everyone on the circuit knew what Joel enjoyed and as Razer's heart skipped, he knew he was going to break free of his imprisonment before that night could ever happen. Tim sighed and allowed Razer to slide down on all fours. "Very well but he's not to be harmed permanently." Joel snickered and pulsed his finger inside his mouth as he stared down at Razer. "Very well." As he sauntered away, he glanced back once, blowing a kiss. "You're coming up in the world. I'll make sure you have a few more scraps of goodies tonight."

"No!" Razer fought hard, striking out into the darkness, his heart racing. Unable to breathe, he clasped a hand over his heart and moaned, almost falling out of bed. While he knew where he was, the visions kept him from understanding what was around him. Flashes of light marred his vision as echoes of his screams filtered into his ears. "I got you, Razer. It's okay." "What? No! NO!" Razer fought with his captor, scrambling to get out of his reach. "Please don't! No. No! I'll be good!"

"Razer, its Blake. Blake. Blake," Blake whispered softly as he held Razer, forcing him to stop moving. Using every bit of strength he had, he forced him to stay on the bed as they both panted. "No…no…I…I…" Razer lolled his head and sucked in his breath. He knew Blake was holding him and the damning vision was just that but as he gulped air, he struggled to calm his breathing. "I'm…okay…I'm…" "Just shut up and let me hold you," Blake breathed. Razer dropped his head and sighed. "Why now?" Blake eased back and took Razer's hand. "Because it's time to let go." As he took Razer's head into his hands and pressed a kiss across his lips, he whispered softly, "you're ready to let go. One of the reasons you can't love me is that I don't want to be anybody's Dom and you need that in your life. Whether you choose to admit it after what Tim did to you or not, it's true. I think finding the right one is the only way you're ever going to heal." "I…" Blake held his finger over Razer's mouth. "Don't argue with me. You're well versed in what true loving Dom/sub relationship means and Tim was nothing but a fucking sadist. That's not what you signed up for and certainly not normal. I wish I could give you what you need but I can't. When you do find a Dom that'll nurture you and provide the trust you need, your life will be complete. Until then, you're going to have the flashbacks. While I honestly believe you should consider talking with a doctor, I know you won't. I gave you my gift as a method of reminding you that something else exists out there." Razer looked away, unsure what to say. "You amaze me. I wish you weren't going." "In a way I do too but you know I'm just a crutch right now. You need and deserve more." Razer smiled. Blake was absolutely right. "When are you leaving?" Blake sighed deeply. "Soon. Too soon."

Morning dawned with a bright stream of sun sliding past the thin blinds. Razer heard Blake leave almost an hour before but somehow couldn't rouse himself from bed. The nightmare had taken its toll on his soul. Turning over, he stared out the window as he wrapped his arm around

the soft pillow. Blake was right. While the damning experience with Phillip might've sealed his fate straight into hell, Razer was determined to find his way out of the muck. Rolling over, he threw the pillow hard against the wall and hissed. "Damn it!" Climbing out of bed, he stumbled into the bathroom and tilted his head to stare at his reflection. "A cross between hell and a hot night." Chuckling, he turned on the cold water and threw a handful on his face. Gripping the counter, he licked the remnants off and watched the water trickle into the drain, the sound somehow comforting. Razer sighed and shuffled into the kitchen for some strong coffee and a jolt of reality. Perhaps it was time to start looking for manual labor jobs. He was strong as an ox and could work with almost any tool. After he made coffee and turned the machine on, he grabbed the paper and sat at the kitchen counter, scoping the want ads. Fifteen minutes and two cups of coffee later, he growled, pitching the paper to the floor. "Argh!" Brushing his hands through his hair, he jerked up and walked into the living room, the vibrant blue cover of the gift drew his attention to the bar. "I can't do it. I just can't," he said under his breath yet he walked toward the bar as if drawn to the information inside. Fingering the gold lettering, he tried to remember exactly what Blake said. For life? Razer had heard of such exclusive clubs. They were cropping up more as relationships were destroyed and more and people struggled with the depressed economy, yet he'd never investigated something so incredulous. Grabbing the brochure, he leaned against the bar and flipped through the pages. Being owned by a monster for two years had been the most horrific period of his entire life and in truth, he'd willingly entered into the situation. Having craved the attention of a man since he was a young boy, Tim was sophisticated, wealthy and in the beginning, he was wonderful. Razer gazed out to the deck. Suddenly Tim wanted more. The first clubs were fairly benign with the typical punishment stations and group sex but as Tim grew bored, he began searching for other methods of enjoyment. Oddly enough, the club that Tim belonged to catered to a clientele that was certainly darker and more savage in their flavors. Blake knew this would be a cathartic moment for him. There was no doubt Razer continued to crave the lifestyle of being a submissive but the situation had

to be right and the relationship based on trust and love, not about inflicting pain or watching others attempt to break Razer's spirit. He eyed the web address. If Blake thoroughly checked out Male Order then that gave Razer at least an initial level of comfort. Padding to his desk, he turned on his laptop and waited. It would have to be the perfect situation with the perfect man or he wouldn't meet the guy, period. Could there be the one man out there that he could fall head over heels in love with? Studying the home page of the corporation, Razer had to admit he was intrigued. As he surfed and read the testimonials, he grew hungry for more information. If Razer agreed, he answered on line questions and went for a detailed physical. After that he had a phone interview then a meeting with the owner of the company before he was allowed to even talk to anyone on line. Rubbing his face, Razer sat back in his chair and thought about it. What could it hurt? He could talk to the group and if he didn't like it then he could back out, right? Remembering what Blake said, he sorted the papers. Blake had already set up the appointment for the physical. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" He grinned and shook his head. Blake was determined. Turning his gaze back to the screen, he entered in the log in information and a welcome screen instantly popped up. "It's now or never guy." Clicking on the interview questions button, he gazed down the list and sighed. Razer was going to be in the chair for a good while.

****

Trenton Masters stared at the final design of the Pryor house and grimaced. Homeowners should never be allowed to have final say in an architectural schematic and yet his junior man allowed the two to intervene at the last moment. While the requested change was doable, it wouldn't garner his firm any award winning magazine covers. That was certain. Still, the clients were well paying and had connections. Masters and Associates wasn't suffering but given the current economy, he enjoyed driving his Porsche and planned on keeping it that way. "Mr. Masters. You have a guest."

He turned as gazed at his assistant. "Thanks, Sheila. Who this time?" For some reason there'd been one too many visitors over the last two weeks and the interruptions caused him to work well into the night. He was exhausted and needed a vacation. "Just me," the man said as he pushed past Sheila, giving her a once over before settling his eyes on Trenton. "You know, the one you live with sometimes. Do you remember me or should I introduce myself?" Trenton shook his head. "Thanks, Sheila." "Dyson Withers, nice to meet you." Dyson stuck out his hand, his grin mischievous. Sheila nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her. "I'm not ignoring you," Trenton sighed. He was well aware their relationship had suffered over the last few months. There was too much work and not enough hours and somewhere in between he had a business to run. "Could have fooled me. I tried you on your cell phone three times today." "I was in meetings all morning." "You mean like every day," Dyson lifted his eyebrow and leaned over Trenton's desk. "We need some fun time. We need some us time and I'm not taking no for an answer." They did need some time together and while they'd grown apart to the point Trenton was considering asking Dyson to move out, he realized it wasn't fair given his work-load as of late. "You're right." "Dinner tonight." Trenton shook his head. "That I can do." "You say that every day." "That I will do." "That's better. Maybe I'll have to spank your little ass. Oh wait, you're the Dom here. I keep forgetting. Not that I'd know. When was the last time we made love or spent any time in our luscious playroom?" Trenton smiled. "I hear you." He thought about their playroom. A fortune had been spent on the top notch equipment and it was rarely used. It wasn't just about time. Dyson merely tolerated being a sub. He had no intentions of truly living the lifestyle. Perhaps they both knew

they were biding time until something better came along. While he hated to think that way, Trenton knew Dyson was much more vanilla that he'd care to admit and Trenton wanted nothing more than to teach his lover to be exactly what they both needed. "Uh-huh. I know you too damn well. I could call for reservations in the finest restaurant in Atlanta and you'd call at the last minute with some unknown client that just happened upon your doorstep. I'm beginning to think you don't want me in your life." Opening and closing his mouth, Trenton wanted to deny the words but he knew better. "Dinner tonight. Your choice and then we'll grab a movie after or go to a club like we used to." "A club? What clubs have we ever gone to together? Honestly. Think about it, Trenton. Since I moved in almost three years ago we've been home bodies. Not that I don't adore your fabulous home but something has to give here. We're stale, stagnant and old." "Speak for yourself!" Trenton admonished but Dyson was right and the last club Trenton dragged him into had turned Dyson's stomach with their state of creative proclivities. It had taken him a solid week to convince Dyson he didn't want to crucify him on some cross. He chuckled from the memory but the event bothered Trenton to the point that he'd sworn off going out. "You know I'm right." Dyson leaned back and reached into his jacket. "I've had enough so I'm going to mix it up a little." "What does that mean?" Trenton watched as he pulled out a crisp blue pamphlet. "I can't go on a trip right now." Raising his eyebrow, Dyson hissed. "So like you. It's not about going to the islands, although God knows I freaking wouldn't mind. This is far more appealing for you and perhaps for us." Trenton walked around his desk. "Now you have me intrigued. What's so appealing?" "This is really the kind of club you need and if I'm right, this will add more than spice to our relationship." Dyson held out the pamphlet. "Take a look with a damn open mind for a change." "I'm the master of open mind," he breathed as he grabbed the folder. As Trenton gazed down at the title, something rang a bell. "Male Order? Where have I heard this before?" "From our buddies, Mark and Sam. You know, the ones we never see any more?" Dyson laughed. "Seriously. The corporation is how they got together and while Sam was working for

Mark's firm as well, they're now semi-retired. Course you wouldn't know that given you barely talk to them." "Fuck you!" Trenton said playfully as he flipped through the pages. "The club really exists?" "It not only exists but is thriving so I hear. They're a major corporation with a Board of Directors and the whole bit I had them checked thoroughly Mr. I-only-work-with-top-notchbusinesses. Take a look and don't say no until you see what they have to offer. I've paid for a membership for you and all you need to do is take a physical and fill out some paper work." Trenton glanced at pages and sighed. "I don't completely understand. What's in this for you?" Dyson moved forward and brushed his fingers across Trenton's cheek. "I'm no fool, lover. We're going to be through if we don't do something. See, I'm not opposed to having another in my bed with you as long as you're in my life. If you can find the man you can share your other needs with then I figure we both win. Don't you?" Shocked at his suggestion, Trenton had no idea what to say. Dyson sighed and pressed the tip of his finger around Trenton's mouth in lazy circles. "I mean it." Trenton captured his finger, drawing it inside his wet mouth, savoring the flavor of him. Their problem had never been about sex. They were well suited together and he still hungered to have Dyson's thick dick inside his mouth. Unfortunately the passion had been tamped out from exhaustion more than anything. He wrapped his hand around Dyson's wrist as he pulsed Dyson's finger in and out of his mouth. His cock grew hungry, aching as it pressed against the tight linen of his pants. "Careful or I'll have to fuck you right here in the middle of your office," Dyson breathed. Trenton stole a glance at the closed door as he removed Dyson's finger and licked down the underside, teasing. "And I would mind why?" Cocking his head, a smile curled on Dyson's lip. "You don't really want to?" "Try me." Trenton palmed Dyson's chest and moved his hand down slowly as licked his lips. While his employees certainly knew he was gay, he'd never flaunted their relationship. He

certainly didn't need staffers wondering about his dark hungers either. Trenton kept to himself when at work and few knew anything about him socially. Anonymity suited him just fine. "Well, my idea must have spurned something on. I think I like this wild side," Dyson cooed as he brushed his hand back and forth across Trenton's cock. "I can tell how excited you are." Closing his eyes, Trenton swayed, relishing in Dyson's strong touch. "Famished." Fumbling with Trenton's belt, Dyson unbuttoned and unzipped, slipping his hand inside. "You're hard." "Suck me," Trenton commanded. "No. You've been a bad boy." "Don't tease me or I'll punish you later." "This time I might allow you to do whatever you wanted. Would you like that? Would you like to chain me to the cross and flog my ass before forcing me on all fours and fucking me hard?" Cupping Trenton's shaft, he freed the throbbing muscle and stroked in long, even pulls the entire length of his cock. Trenton's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he gripped the edge of his desk. It had been long enough since they'd had sex that he ached with desire. "Yes." Panting, he wanted nothing more. Opening his eyes, Trenton gazed down Dyson's body and back before reaching out and yanking Dyson's shirt from his jeans. "I said suck me." "And I said no." Crushing Trenton's mouth, Dyson pushed his tongue inside, entwining as he slid his hand to the base of Trenton's cock with one hand while he squeezed his balls with the other, causing Trenton to buck forward. Trenton grazed his hands up Dyson's arms, caressing his lover as a series of electric jolts trickled down his spine. The kiss a passionate roar of what used to be, he wrapped his hand around Dyson's neck and jerked him forward. Moaning through the kiss, his heart thumped hard into his chest. He was as hot and horny as he'd ever been. Breaking the kiss, Dyson inhaled and licked his lips as he pumped Trenton's hardness. "Mouth or ass?" "Me or you?" Seeing the brazen lust washing over his face, Trenton couldn't resist. "Maybe both."

"Hmmm…" Eyeing the closed door, he grunted and pushed Dyson back, jerking his button fly roughly. "I can't wait until tonight," he grunted, his tone nothing more than a savage hiss. Every move more aggressive than the one before, he tugged at Dyson's waistband as he pulled him toward the desk. "I'm going to fuck you hard right here." Dyson's breathing became ragged as he held up his arms and allowed Trenton to take control, freeing his hard shaft. "Shit! You haven't been like this in a year." "Perhaps it's time to start." Pinning his gaze onto Dyson's throbbing dick, he dropped to his knees, lifted his cock and slid his tongue down the length to Dyson's balls, taking each in his mouth. Rolling the tender flesh over his tongue, he stroked the base, inhaling the rich scent of his musk. "Jesus!" Dyson breathed as he struggled to reach the desk, his legs shaking. Licking back up Dyson's shaft, he engulfed the tip, swirling his tongue around the head before relaxing his throat and taking him all the way down in one long drive, squeezing the base roughly. "Fuck! Holy…fuck…me…sweet…aaaahhhh!" Throwing his head back, Dyson clamped down on a strangled scream as his body bucked forward. Trenton used his strong jaw muscles to clench around his lover like a tight vice, holding him in his mouth and sucking for several seconds. As he moved up Dyson's cock, he raked his teeth across the sensitive flesh as he squeezed Dyson's balls until he grunted. "Ah…ahahah!" Removing his cock completely, Trenton let out a long hiss as he stood, towering over his lover. "Now I fuck you." Giving him no choice, Trenton yanked him over his desk, pressing his stomach hard over the edge. "You'll obey?" It wasn't really a question but a command about how the entire evening was going to go. "Yes…" Dyson panted as he scrambled to hold onto anything. Pushing a stack of files, they fell hard onto the floor with a thud, scattering papers across the floor. "What did you say?" "Yes!"

Jerking the thin material of Dyson's shirt up from his ass, he ran the flat of his hand across both cheeks. "I can see you need a lesson in who's in control here." Crack! Slap! "Oooohhhh!" Dyson groaned as the force of the hard spanks pushed him into the desk. Crack! Pop! Slap! "I didn't hear you," Trenton hissed. Slipping into the other man, the dark and dangerous creature he kept locked away, he narrowed his eyes as he sliced another hard series of smacks across Dyson's ass. There was something about this moment and the thrill of being in his office that fueled the raging beast the dwelled in the darkest reaches of his soul. "Will…you…obey?" With every powerful strike, his eyes shimmered as he savored the way Dyson's ass was turning a bright crimson. Crack! "Yes, sir!" Dyson moaned. "Hmmm. Better." Rubbing Dyson's ass, he brushed his finger down the crack as he opened his cheeks with the other hand. Pressing his finger inside his mouth, Trenton slathered himself with saliva before sliding it around Dyson's tight dark hole. Slipping his finger inside, Razer inhaled deeply and pushed past the tight ring of muscle. "Yyyyeeessss…" Dyson groaned as he tossed his head back and forth, his breath coming in scattered pants. "Ready to be fucked?" "God. Yes!" Placing the tip of his rock hard cock at the entrance to Dyson's ass, Trenton gripped his hips. "Good." "Mr. Masters…oh…oh!" Sheila's sharp screech filtered around them. "Fuck!" Trenton breathed as he swallowed hard. Dyson burst out laughing. "Perfect."

Chapter Three

"No, I understand completely, Bart," Razer hissed. Sure as shit I do, you mother fucking asshole prick son of a bitch. "I kinda figured you wouldn't need me for the shoot." Phillip had made damn good on his threat. This was the second job Razer had been cut out of in less than a week. Rubbing his eyes, he gazed down at his checkbook and groaned. He'd have to dig into the last of his savings just to purchase groceries by early next week. Damn it! At least he'd taken Blake's advice and contacted an art gallery and they were interested in seeing some of his work. "It's nothing personal, Razer. We just had too many guys on the shoot. That's all," Bart's voice was terse. Razer chuckled. "I've been around the damn block more than once, guy. Tell me somethin'." "Sure. Anything." "How many times a week do you allow him to slide his fat little dick inside your ass?" There was silence on the other end of the phone. "What? Hit a sore spot there, Bart? Do you suck him in between takes or does he allow you to save it all up until the end?" "You…fucking…son…of…a bitch! How dare you condemn me when I know you've allowed him to taste you, you worthless…" "Go fuck yourself!" Slamming down the phone, Razer lifted it and tossed the cordless across the room. Shattering against the wall, the broken parts slid to the floor in slow motion. "Fuck!" Jerking to his feet, he walked into the kitchen and snatched out a beer and then laughed. Four beers, one two liter bottle of coke and a half dozen eggs were the only things inside his refrigerator. Razer popped the top and took a long pull of the golden liquid as he glided back into the living room. With Blake gone for a couple of weeks to secure a place to live, he had little to keep him occupied at night. Think of the bright side. You're all approved for Male Order and they're sending you a match tonight. Grunting, he shook his head. Was this a stupid move or what? Everything he had read about the corporation including reviews from happy clients glorified the group. Run by a well known Neurosurgeon, a public relationship guru and a relational psychologist, the team put the

company together years before, building their clientele through word of mouth. While engaging in certain conversations was encouraged, nothing was required. Razer could back out at any time. "What the hell." Razer knew he sure as shit didn't have a damn thing to lose. He checked his email before walking into his studio. Flipping on the light, he cocked his head and stared at his latest creation. The oversized piece depicted the rage buried deep inside him. Splashed with bold strokes of scarlet and orange, the lone figure standing on the hill was haunting. It turned out exactly as he'd hoped. The man in the painting appeared alone and very lonely. He glided through the selection of canvases and sighed. Suddenly the entire lot seemed sad and given the limited critical acclaim he'd received, he remained convinced that the pieces were worth trying to sell. Razer set his beer down and grabbed an empty canvas. Art was nothing if not a healing mechanism for him. Reflecting on when the painting started, it was right after he'd fled the dungeon like confines of Tim's house and the very city he'd grown up in. Placing the four by six canvas on his easel, he gazed down at the array of colors in his palette and selected a vibrant purple. Passion Purple. It was an interesting choice for what he was about to delve into. Grabbing a brush, he walked to the small stereo nestled in the corner and turned on his favorite hard rock satellite station. The pulsing strains of Rev Theory suited his mood perfectly. Draining the beer, he set the bottle down with a hard thud and went to work. Glancing at his watch a few minutes later, Razer was shocked. Almost three hours had gone by. He stepped back and looked at his creation and gasped. "Wow!" The vibrant mixture of powerful colors and textures was perhaps the finest work he'd done in years. Nearly complete, the stunning setting reflected deep in his soul. Swallowing hard, he moved toward the wall and turned on several lights, illuminating the canvas. Laughing, he shook his head. While he was no expert, Razer knew this piece was a money maker. "Shit!" Content for the first time in months, he sang along with a Kamelot song as he put away the paints and cleaned the brushes. Turning out the light, he walked toward the computer to find out who was interested in him.

****

Trenton sat behind the computer and gazed at the website, a glass of bourbon within reach. It had been a long week and he was grateful that Dyson had been called away on business. It was the first time in weeks he was home and settled in before the clock struck ten. Swirling his finger around the edge of the glass aimlessly, he read and re-read the information on Razer Willis. The man certainly seemed like his type and he was a damn good-looking hunk to boot. At thirty-seven, Razer was college educated and had lost his job almost a year ago. He had a few modeling gigs in the interim. Hell, that was easy to see. With his shoulder length raven hair and dazzling eyes, Trenton was shocked the guy wasn't gracing the covers of every magazine on the stand, even at his age. He had no criminal record, was physically clean and from the report, came from a reputable family in upstate New York. That's where his past dropped off. There were several years Razer refused to talk about. Perhaps it was nothing more than a job experience he didn't want anyone to know about. Trenton grabbed his glass and brought the dense crystal to his lips. His gut instinct told him the guy was hiding something a little darker. Perhaps it was the haunting look in the man's eyes. In every single picture Razer was frowning, his eyes almost hazed over. Leaning forward, he fingered the computer screen, tracing his handsome face. "What are you hiding?" What surprised him the most were Razer's answers. While frank as he could imagine, they were also telling. When asked about his sexual proclivities, he answered to the point that Trenton had to wonder whether the guy was playing. No one wanted the kind of domination Razer admitted to. And then when asked about a relationship, he was sketchy. Trenton flipped through the other answers. Razer had been involved until recently with one partner. Hmmm… there was something missing. Regardless, Trenton wanted to meet the guy. As he went to Razer's private email, he thought of what to say to the man to entice him. Taking a long sip of his drink, he relished in the tang as the bourbon slid down his throat. Razer had his information as well and while Trenton was the contract owner per say, he didn't want this to be anything but a mutual sharing. He eyed the screen as Razer popped on. "Hhhhmmm…

What do I want to know about you? The one thing Trenton realized Razer failed to mention was playtime other than his craving to learn more about BDSM in a controlled environment. Razer, I'm Trenton. I've been reading your profile. I'm very intrigued. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? He decided on a simple question first. What do you enjoy doing? Taking another sip of his drink, Trenton thought about everything Dyson said about his childhood. Since Trenton was barely thirteen he'd been fascinated with finding out more about control. He didn't understand at the time but his curiosity with pain and pleasure blossomed as he grew thirsty for a taste of sex. During his teenage years he had engaged in activities he was shocked he'd never gotten a disease or raped because of. Then there'd been the dark years. Shaking his head, Trenton willed the ugly thoughts away. Swearing off the brutal practices when he left his beloved city for a scholarship at UVA, he maintained a fairly vanilla lifestyle throughout the years. While he enjoyed women periodically during his college days, he found the relationships unsatisfying. As his tastes darkened he studied more, talking with several Dom/sub societies that gave him a full understanding that the relationship was about trust and bonding, not about pain. Although Trenton had to admit he craved finding a man that could handle controlled infliction of pain. The people he had talked to lived in an entirely different world than what Trenton experienced during the dark years. He thought about Dyson realizing he adored the man and didn't want to lose him entirely but Trenton couldn't deny his needs were growing. Taking Dyson in the middle of his office behind closed doors had proved unprofessional and telling. Something had to change. Growling, he shook his head and wondered if Male Order was right for him. You have few choices unless you want to engage in additional dangerous behavior. The thought was true enough. Trenton cruised bars before entering into his current situation finding only young boys that wanted to get off on the pain. Pain freaks were a rage and while he wanted nothing to do with being involved in any kind of sex in that manner, he understood their needs. He'd tasted a few along the way. And he thanked God he'd practiced safe sex. Trenton held the glass to his head and groaned. Maybe there was something wrong with him like his brother was constantly reminding him. Little did anyone know about the pain he harbored.

The subtle blip brought his attention back to the computer screen as he eyed Razer's answer with growing interest. I paint and I write music. It was a simple answer with no fluff and was close to what Trenton had anticipated. Razer wasn't going to give without getting. You can ask me anything you want and I'll answer truthfully. Would Razer bite so to speak? He didn't have long to wait. Why in the hell would a good looking, professionally trained and obviously wealthy man succumb to using a service to find a good fuck? What are you hiding? "Whoa…you're filled with anger, Razer. Whew." Trenton realized his hands were shaking as he lifted his glass. Barely a sip left, he knew he needed a bracer before he answered the question. Gliding to the bar, he poured too much and didn't give a shit, taking a long gulp before heading back to his chair. As he sat down, he watched the dancing cursor and shook his head. How the hell do I answer that? Of course. The truth. Because I have needs that aren't being fulfilled in a normal relationship. I'm a man that enjoys many tastes and I long to share that side of myself with a man that can understand my darker needs. I value trust and companionship along with the truth. Always. I want a man that will enjoy the pleasure along with the discipline as we move toward creating a life we decide on together. I want what doesn't exist. Hovering his index finger over the send button, he hesitated and took another gulp of his bourbon. There was something about Razer he wanted to get to explore yet he realized one wrong word and he'd scare the man away. Lifting his head, Trenton prayed he'd put his thoughts out there the right way and hit send. He finished his drink and poured another then stared at the computer screen for what seemed like eternity before he heard the blip. That's exactly what I want. I'd like to talk. "Halle-fucking-lujah!" Trenton hooted then chuckled. Never in his forty-two years had he been shaking as hard as he was when he typed his response. Trenton would never know the

reason a mysterious stranger was pre-selected by a group of "qualified" individuals but he didn't care. He wanted to find out more. If you have a Skype account, let's talk day after tomorrow. Trenton drained the rest of his third drink and groaned. Thank God tomorrow was Friday and while he had to go into the office, he had no appointments. Leaving early was a definite. That sounds reasonable. "Shit!" God the man didn't know how to make him hot and hard. "Fuck!" As his cock pressed against his pants, aching to the point he had to have relief, he licked his lips. You and me, Razer Willis. I'll show you what I long to do to that sexy body of yours. I'll leave you an email with my Skype information. As soon as he hit send, Trenton realized Razer had already signed off. This was going to take everything he had to control his own needs while in turn helping Razer harness his. "Unbelievable." As he gazed at Razer's picture, his dick twitched. He'd never been one to crave someone he'd never met but in a matter of minutes he found he'd gone from nothing out of the ordinary to wanting to bury his shaft deep inside Razer's ass. Licking his lips, he grazed his hand down his cock feeling his throbbing erection through the dense material of his jeans. He set down his drink, kept his eyes pinned on the wickedly hot man and unfastened his pants. As he pulled out his dick, he wrapped both hands around his throbbing muscle and groaned. Closing his eyes briefly, he imagined Razer taking his throbbing muscle into his hot mouth and swirling his tongue around the head of Trenton's cock, tasting and licking as Trenton moaned and rocked his hips forward, fucking his mouth. Swallowing hard, Trenton stroked his shaft the entire length and the incredible sensations sent a series of electric jolts thrashing through his body. He'd never experienced a reaction so strong while masturbating. Sliding his hand down to his balls, he squeezed and rolled his tender sacs between his fingers and the joyous rapture of pain infused with pleasure infused instantly creating a series of darting pulses traveling down his spine. Envisioning Razer on all fours, Trenton smiled at the feeling of slipping inside his tight ass for the first time, driving past the tight ring until his balls flapped against his carved ass. There was nothing like the sensations of a man's ass muscles tightening around his cock until it ached to

explode. His breath ragged, Trenton opened his eyes to stare at the man he willed to be his lover and sighed, tugging the length of his shaft, tightening his grip around with each long stroke. His pulse racing, Trenton inhaled and bucked up from the chair, meeting the driving thrust of his hand as it tugged and pulled in manic motions. The first drop of pre-cum trickled out of his slit and he gazed down at the luscious pearl, licking his lips and longing to have Razer's mouth tasting him. Trenton stroked harder, barely able to focus as he was lost to the pleasure filling his body. Panting and groaning, his savage grunts floated through the room as cum filled the base of his cock, filling his swollen testicles until he could no longer hold back the storm. "Ffffuuuuucccckkkk!" Exploding, he gasped as his hot strings of cum flowed into his hands and through is fingers, erupting all over the top of the desk. Blinking furiously, Trenton sucked in air and tried to focus as he licked his dry lips and darted quick glances at the pooling sperm. Chuckling softly, he turned his lust filled gaze to the computer screen and as he smiled and rubbed his thick cum all over the base of his belly, he nodded. "You're going to belong to me."

****

The building for Masters and Associates wasn't difficult to find. As Razer stood outside the glass and steel high-rise, he shook his head. After doing a bit of research, Razer found Trenton's books open to the public and learned he paid his employees well both in salary and benefits. Trenton owned the majority of stock in the company and the firm was doing well. Trenton Masters was obviously business savvy. It took Razer a little while digging through public records and newspaper clippings but he also found Trenton had interests in several other businesses including two well known restaurants and a club. Chuckling, the club was perhaps the most interesting piece of the puzzle. Posh and by invitation only, Club Trinity catered to the S & M crowd. Celebrities and the upper echelon of Atlanta society frequented the eclectic and very expensive bar. In scoping through the only two media articles that Razer could find that even hinted at the club, he

quickly learned club rules prevented outsiders to see past the entrance. On some level Razer knew he should be terrified even thinking about venturing into a sex club but he'd heard enough about this one to know it was tame in comparison to what Tim was involved with. More glow and show, the ideas were seductive and enticing, rather than torturous. Razer felt a little better knowing with the number of celebrities involved at Club Trinity, the place would be shut down instantly if anything illegal or truly sickening happened behind the hallowed walls. Before taking the trip to downtown Atlanta, Razer drove past Trenton's gated neighborhood. The well maintained upscale community association was filled with perfectly coifed houses where landscapers worked tirelessly to keep lawns pristine. It was the type of place Razer both hated and longed to achieve. Razer thought about their brief conversation the night before and his heart raced. Clenching the steering wheel, he knew instinctively that Trenton was playing with him or he was exactly the kind of man Razer longed to have in his life Trenton was good looking, well educated and lived with another man. Perhaps their relationship was his secret. Razer suspected there was something else. Perhaps Trenton simply wanted a good fuck and a decent ménage. Then again, maybe his partner didn't enjoy the same sensual proclivities Trenton did. Either way, Razer was determined to find out more about the gorgeous blond. Entering the building, he scanned the atrium style foyer before gliding to the directory. Smiling, he shook his head and gazed at the myriad of people coming and going. Masters and Associates had the entire top floor. Stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket, he walked to a bank of windows and gazed out at the manmade lake surrounded by a grouping of planted trees. The atmosphere was lovely. What the hell are you doing here? Razer nodded to himself. The million dollar question. They were scheduled to talk the next day. Was he simply trying to garner a glimpse of the man and perhaps size him up? Hmmm…it wasn't a bad idea. Making the decision, he turned to head toward the elevators as hackles rose across the back of his neck. Trenton Masters stood with a group of people waiting to get onto the elevator. Paper in hand, Trenton gazed absently at his surroundings saying nothing.

Razer placed his hand over his heart and sucked in his breath. Computer generated pictures and newspaper articles didn't do the man justice. Tall and broad shouldered, he had long legs that fit snugly into a tight pair of well-worn jeans. His sun kissed blond hair was shoulder length and thick, the kind Razer could imagine falling across his chest as they embraced. His blood sizzling, Razer realized he'd taken two long strides forward before he could stop himself. Trenton turned and cocked his head. Their eyes locked and Razer held his breath. Thank God Trenton looked past him. Whew. Inching back slowly, he moved out of his line of sight and chastised himself. "Damn." Muttering under his breath, he darted his head out to steal another glance and breathed a sigh of relief. The elevator had come and gone. Chuckling, he gazed down at his shaking hand. He'd never had such a strong reaction to a man he didn't even know before. Why Trenton Masters? Because he's awakened the sleeping beast buried inside you. True enough, Razer hadn't slept at all the night before. Terrified, excitement surged through him as he thought of the possibilities. His cock twitched, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. He thought about his two raucous rounds of masturbation and licked his lips. For the first time in months he was grinning like a kid in a candy store. But Trenton wanted to own him. Surely there was something desperately wrong with his thoughts. As he glanced at his watch, he sighed and gripped the handle of his portfolio tightly. The appointment with the gallery owner was easy to get. Winning the deal was something else entirely. Garnering his nerves, he strolled out of the building into the October air and gazed into the sun. At least the gallery was close by.

****

Almost two hours later Trenton stood in his office staring out the window at the scores of people coming and going as if anticipating seeing Razer standing in the street. Swallowing hard, he checked his watch for the third time ignoring the paperwork on his desk. The moment he saw Razer in the foyer downstairs, he fought going ahead and forcing the meeting and let it be. This had to be played not only as required by the rules of Male Order but because of Razer's

skittish reactions. Now wasn't the time to act like an impetuous lunatic that needed a quick lay. Trenton was going to do the right thing for once. Cocking his jaw, he rubbed his two-day stubble and wondered if suggesting Club Trinity was an option. Trenton chuckled knowing Dyson would refuse to go and in truth, he could barely think about setting foot inside himself. It was too close to home. When the owners of the club approached Trenton barely eighteen months before, Dyson called him insane for considering investing in something so scandalous. While he'd considered the options carefully before signing on the dotted line, the club was something he craved sharing with the right partner, if he could get over his fears. With the infusion of cash and some business changes and updated rules, Club Trinity was thriving and membership was highly sought after. "Would you enjoy something so decadent, Razer?" Was it something that could help ease the memories? Trenton breathed as he palmed the glass. Damn, the man was better looking than his pictures suggested. Adjusting the bulge in his pants, he envisioned their first meeting. Dyson insisted on being a part of the night and Trenton had no problem with it but he wondered what Razer would think. He certainly didn't join Male Order for a ménage, at least that was nowhere in his information. His office phone rang, dragging him out of his scattered thoughts. Striding over, he snagged the receiver. "Trenton Masters." "Andre Pilan." Trenton knew he should recognize the name and the man's Russian's accent. "Yes?" "From Gallery Chenko?" "Oh yes, of course. What can I do for you?" "I have a new artist I'd like to schedule a show for." "You don't need my permission," Trenton turned on his computer screen. The sooner he signed off on the invoices, the sooner he could leave. "He's an unknown sir and if you remember it's part of the contract. I can't sign him without permission." Trenton sighed. This was the part of owning several businesses that droves Trenton nuts. "Okay. You're right, Andre. What's his reputation like?"

"He has none right now. Just starting out but I have a really solid feeling about his talent. I think taking a chance is a good idea. Besides, Drago cancelled at the last minute." Drago was only the hottest artist to hit the States. Cancelling wouldn't bode well for the gallery. "Fine, fill the spot," Trenton said. "Good enough, sir, thank you." "Just out of curiosity, who's the artist?" As Andre told him, Trenton smiled. Karma was finally showing him some grace.

****

Saturday night came and Razer was edgy. For some God forsaken reason he'd changed clothes several times like seeing a man on Skype meant everything. Gazing at his reflection, he shook his head. The cerulean blue shirt highlighted his eyes and he purposely left his beard, the shaggy look fitting his mood. Getting the gig for his paintings meant he was going in the right direction. Shocked, the acknowledgement of his work thrilled him. Checking his watch, he realized an email should come in at any time. He fixed a vodka tonic and settled in front of his computer. As he stared at the screen and sipped his drink, he groaned with each passing minute. Razor finally closed his eyes and fell in to the strains of Rascal Flatts and almost didn't notice the email. Jerking forward, he sloshed his drink and groaned. His hand shaky, he set his drink on the desk, barely making it past the edge and clicked open the email. If you're so inclined, Trenton.Masters is my Skype account. Seven sharp and you're far more beautiful than your pictures show. I crave more. "Shit!" He'd seen Razer in the building. Fighting back laughter, Razer glanced at his watch. Two minutes to spare. Could he do this? Why wouldn't he? What was wrong with exploring something else? Nothing. That was the answer, nothing. He opened up his Skype account and counted down the minutes. Connecting, he waited for an acceptance. And when it came, he dropped his mouth. "Razer." Razer nodded, blinking furiously. The man's voice was delicious. "Yes. Trenton?"

Trenton smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Last time I checked. How are you?" "Fine. And you?" "I'm doing well this evening," Trenton said as he leaned into the computer screen. May I suggest that we do away with the pleasantries? You and I both are intelligent men that completely understand what we're getting in the middle of, don't we?" "Touché," Razer laughed. He could see amusement light in Trenton's eyes. "Then if you don't mind, I'll be completely direct with you." "I wouldn't want it other way." Trenton offered. "Why are you doing this? You're already involved with someone and have been for several years. Why the service?" For Razer this was the make it or break it question. If Trenton answered honestly he'd know it. Trenton gazed into the camera and nodded. "Nice play." "Meaning?" "Meaning I anticipated you'd cut through the bullshit. You've obviously had my background checked thoroughly as I have yours and certainly know more than the whimsical questionnaires answers Male Order utilizes." "I have," Razer heard the quiver in his voice and hoped Trenton couldn't. "I'll tell you the truth. I didn't enter into this endeavor of my own fruition. My partner of three years, Dyson Withers, is a wonderful man and a great friend. We've known each other since I was in grad school and while I don't want to lose him, I'm not in love with him. Our tastes and needs are dissimilar and I can't really give him what he needs. Dyson is well aware of this fact and gave me a gift to spark our relationship. I'm not certain he completely understands the aspects of the contract however. I think Dyson hopes this will spur on something else." "Something else?" There was a ring of sincerely in Trenton's tone which sent a slice of pain through Razer's brain. Trenton rubbed his eyes and took a sip of a dark liquid before continuing. "I have no doubt Dyson wants marriage." "And you're not the marrying kind?"

"I'm not opposed to it but I'm not the kind of man most want to enter into a relationship with." Now they were getting somewhere. "Meaning?" Trenton chuckled. "Meaning I have some alternate ways of thinking that turn the majority of men and women away. Most are terrified to explore heightened levels of sexuality and take a taste of something that makes them uncomfortable. While I play with Dyson, he's not interested in my penchants. He prefers a vanilla lifestyle. I share that with him and adore him but I need more and as time goes on, I find it only... Do you understand?" More than Trenton realized. Inhaling deeply, Razor wanted to be very clear about his answer. There could be no misconceptions or he might lose his sanity. "I do. I also crave the darker side of passion but there's something I have to have in my relationship. Complete trust. I'm not a toy and not a slave. I'm a man that longs to have a Master that treats me with the utmost respect." While he was surprised at his honest admittance given it was something only Blake had heard, he was glad he had the courage to say the words. Trent cocked his head and nodded slowly. "Trust is vital in a relationship and as a Master Dom, I teach and train with kindness and patience. I give pain and pleasure as agreed and feel the relationship is about two souls entwining to share a common lifestyle. When you hurt, I hurt. When you cry I wipe your tears. When you feel joy I relish in the moment of pleasing you and the passion that we share. But none of it matters to me without an unbreakable level of trust." Every part of Razer's body was shaking from Trenton's frank words. Nodding, he licked his lips and steeled his nerves. "Exactly." "Tell me, Razer, is this something you want to explore further?" "Yes." "But you're frightened. I can tell. Is it because you've never experienced what you think you want or is it because of something that happened in the past?" "I…it's because I'm cautious in general. I refuse to enter into any aspect of a relationship or partnership without knowing every detail."

"Agreed. Are you willing to work for my firm as well?" Trenton narrowed his eyes and took another sip of his drink. Razer smiled. He could easily see himself working for an architectural firm. "I don't take handouts." "And I don't give them, period. I value my employees as much as I do the people I bring into my personal life. If you don't perform, you'll be fired. Does that sound reasonable?" Trenton smiled and licked the edge of his glass. Razer's heart skipped a beat. From Trenton's words to the clear meaning and the savage look on his face, Razer wanted to taste the man, to suck his cock until his hot sperm spewed down his throat. "Yes." "Do you want to have a Master adore you?" "Yes." "Are you willing to explore the darker side of your soul and allow another human to take control of your wants and needs?" Razer opened and closed his mouth, his heart racing. That was the question. Suddenly unsure, he hesitated and tried to put words together. "You're right to question." Trenton took another sip of his drink and sighed. "It's not about you. It's about knowing what I'm getting into." "I understand. You don't know me. No amount of information based on background checks or business portfolios can tell you about the man behind the brawn. "True. We can be anyone we want to be and who's the wiser until someone is nearly destroyed." "Said like a survivor," Trenton breathed. "Said like a man ready to live again." They gazed at each other for several seconds before Trenton smiled. "I have a suggestion." "I'm listening." "Let's meet for a drink tonight. Nothing else. That way you can at least see the man you may want to spend the rest of your life with."

Until Trenton said the words, Razer didn't completely understand what the contract meant. The rest of his life. "Agreed." "Do you know Riley's on the corner of Washburn?" The choice was interesting. As close to a dive as a neighborhood bar could be, it was known for beer, darts, sports channels and little else. "I do." "Nine o clock?" "Agreed." As Razer flipped off his computer and stood, his legs shook. Gripping onto the corner of the desk, nausea overwhelmed him.

Chapter Four

Trenton sauntered into the corner joint just before nine and scanned the perimeter. Razer hadn't arrived. Sighing, he headed for the bar and took a corner spot with a clear view of the door. The stench of stale cigarette smoke and greasy food was overwhelming but he had a feeling that an unassuming location would be more comforting for Razer. There was something tragic that the man was hiding. Trenton had no doubt. It wasn't just the carefully crafted words or the hesitation, it was the manner in which he answered that rattled Trenton. "What'll ya have?" "Whiskey and a Bud chaser," Trenton said, eyeing the grizzly bartender. While there was nothing about Trenton's appearance that spoke of his sexual orientation or his particular needs, he had a feeling as the older guy was guessing Trenton was in the bar scoping sex. "Comin' up." Trenton chuckled as he watched the guy give him a second glance before grabbing a glass from the counter. If Razer had any experiences at all then he understood the lifestyle. If the experience was horrific why come looking for more? It was a ridiculous question. It was the same reason he refused to be satisfied with a vanilla lifestyle. Trenton was a true believer that everyone was wired with a pre-disposition whether it be in the darkness sex could bring to a relationship or the need of something straight vanilla. "Running a tab or wanna pay out now?” The bartender set the bottle of beer down next to the cocktail and grinned. "I'm waiting for someone so a tab," Trenton said, giving him a don't-fuck-with-me look. "Aren't they all?" As the bartender walked away he snickered softly. As he took a long pull on the ice cold liquid, Razer entered through the door and Trenton's breath was ripped away. He watched as Razer scanned the crowd until his eyes locked on Trenton's. Razer nodded as he sauntered toward the back corner, his eyes never leaving Trenton's.

Whew! His body tingled in anticipation of Razer's being close to him. Surprised at his reaction, he shifted on the stool in an attempt to ease the ache building in his groin. Trenton stood as Razer closed the distance and held out his hand. "Thanks for coming." Razer gripped his hand tightly, holding the shake as they gazed into each other's eyes. "This was a good suggestion." Trenton smiled. "Drink?" "Whatever you're having." Trenton waved to the bartender who curled his upper lip before grabbing another glass. "Interesting choice," Razer said as he gazed the length of the bar. "I hoped it would make you comfortable." "Thank you. You're usual kind of joint?" Trenton laughed. "In truth, I have no usual type of place. I can't remember the last time I was at a bar let alone frequented one on a regular basis." Razer grinned and turned to him. "Home body, eh?" "Something like that." Trenton could tell Razer was dropping his guard. As the drinks arrived, he began talking about his work and sports and anything he could think of to find out more about the man that was keeping Trenton's dick hard and his face flushed. Every part of him ached. As Razer became more relaxed, he settled into the stool and talked openly. "Right now painting is my passion." "How long have you been into painting?" "Since…about ten years ago. I'd just gotten out of a relationship and I was angry, God I was angry. My therapist suggested that I take up something to deal with the rage." For some reason the information caught Trenton off guard. He wouldn't have guessed Razer was easily thrown by the normal conflicts and arguments within a relationship so the break up must have floored him. He decided to let it go. "I feel that kind of anger with my clients who honestly think that we're just an interior designer and decorating shop." Trenton laughed and inched closer as a jolt of heat thrashed between them. Startled, he bit his lower lip to keep from gasping. The chemistry between them was off the charts.

Blinking rapidly, Razer obviously felt the sizzle as well. Shifting his leg, he pushed up against Trenton's. Suddenly the heat rose a solid twenty degrees. Unsure if he could put two coherent sentences together, Trenton hid behind his beer, taking long pulls until it was done. Bouncing the bottle down with a hard thud, Trenton looked for the surly bartender who'd stepped away from the bar area. Getting a grip on his sanity, he turned and gazed down Razer's chest. "Clothed or unclothed?" Trenton breathed, his timbre dropping to a sensuous level. It was time to push the envelope. "What?" Razer chuckled. "Modeling?" Trenton licked his lips and scooted forward, crowding Razer's space. "We'll just say scantily dressed." "Ah. I bet you burn down the house with your looks." Full court press Trenton lifted his head and smiled. "Be right back." As he climbed off the bar stool and headed for the darkened hallway that held the bathrooms, he held in his breath. Would Razer take the bait? Hugging the wall, he waited until he heard a shuffle of feet. It was Razer's scent, masculine and musky that accosted him first. And it was the sight of the gorgeous hunk standing in the shadowed light that dragged him from the depths of his self imposed hell. "Come here," Trenton commanded after several seconds of silence. Without saying a word, Razer moved forward into the darkness until he was just inches from the man. "What do you want?" His voice a husky whisper. "What do I want?" Trenton a fingertip down Razer's cheek to his lips, circling his mouth as he pressed the flat of his other hand on the man's carved chest, savoring the way his muscles pressed against the soft shirt. "Everything." Razer captured the finger Trenton pressed inside his mouth, sucking as Trenton took his hand and brushed it down Trenton's sides and then down until he held their hands over his cock, cupping himself through the tight denim of his jeans. "I want this dick inside your mouth." Trenton pushed and pulled his finger as he leaned forward and licked the side of Razer's face. Savoring the essence of the man, he chuckled darkly

and moved his hand sliding it past his waistband to Razer's throbbing erection. The hunk was hard as a rock. Tipping his head back, Razer allowed Trenton's finger to fall. "Yes." "I want my thick erection buried deep in your ass while I milk your cock." Shivering, Razer swallowed and nodded as he continued caressing and kneading Trenton's bulging erection. Trenton leaned forward and breathed against the side of Razer's neck before darting his tongue out to taste his tangy flesh. Nipping the underside of his chin, he drew the tender flesh past his lips, biting down until Razer groaned. As he squeezed Razer's balls, he sighed, the sensation of having the man's hands touch him so intimately sending shivers down his spine. Licking up Razer's neck in slow motion, Trenton reached his mouth and brushed his lips just over Razer's, holding the stance. "Tell me you'll belong to me." The words somehow stunned Razer but instead of scuttling back, he wrapped a hand around Trenton's waist and pulled him forward. "I'll obey you as you teach me to become yours." "And give you years of breathtaking ecstasy." Crushing his mouth over Razer's, Trenton continued stoking him the entire length of his shaft as he explored Razer's mouth, entwining his tongue as they both moaned. Pushing him back to the wall and further into the darkness, he maneuvered his hand and slid his finger past the tight confines of Razer's jeans until he touched the tip of his cockhead. Relishing in the fact he went commando, Trenton fought his urges to rip off Razer's clothes and ravage him in the dirty hallway. Instead, he flicked his finger across the sensitive slit, his hunger burning out of control. Razer's body quaked as he bucked forward and grunted. He grazed his hand up and down Trenton's back, cupping and squeezing his ass. Every part of his blood sizzled but it couldn't happen this way. His heart racing, he heard noises from behind them. The startled gasp filtered around them seconds before the man hissed. "Get out of here, faggots!" Breaking the kiss, Trenton whipped his head around and snarled. "Fuck you!"

The angry exclamation seemed to startle the overweight redneck. Instead of challenging the two, he backed out of the hallway, holding his hands up. His breathing labored, Trenton palmed the side of Razer's head and nipped Razer's bottom lip, biting down until he tasted blood. Razer palmed Trenton's chest as he arched his back, his moan long and strangled. He broke the hold and eased back, licking his lips. "Tuesday night, my house." Razer swallowed hard. Opening and closing his mouth, he kneaded Trenton's shirt, pulling and tugging the fabric between his fingers. "Will you accept another man?" His tone commanding, Trenton was merely setting the stage for what would be the beginning of an entirely new relationship for both of them. "Tell me." Lifting his head slowly, Razer nodded. "Yes." Trenton smiled and pulled back, pressing his thumb across the seam of Razer's swollen lips. "I can assure you that the night is about trust and passion and quenching our hunger, nothing else to start. Yet. Do you understand?" While Razer shook, his voice was strong. "Yes." "Do you trust me?" "I… A little." "Good. Because if you don't at least that much I won't touch you." Razer smiled. "I believe you." Trenton turned and walked back into the bar slowly and knew he could fall hard for Razer. If they could both come clean and tell their secrets. Trenton tossed several bills onto the counter and wiped the sweat from his eyes. He only prayed Razer could stand to be in the same room with him if that day ever came.

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Razer sat in front of the gated community on a side street for fifteen minutes before gathering the courage to drive to the guardhouse. Lowering his window, he nodded to the older gentlemen.

"Can I help you, sir?" "I'm here to see Trenton Masters," Razer almost burst out laughing as he heard the crack in his voice. They were having dinner. And you're going to serve not one but two men until they're sated. The thought unnerving, he licked his dry lips. "You must be Razer Willis. Mr. Masters said you'd be arriving about this time. Go up to the top of the hill and take a right. Mr. Master's house is the last one in the cul-de-sac." "Thank you." As Razer raised the window and pulled into the community, his full understanding of just how rich Trenton became apparent. The mansion style houses were gorgeous. While many mimicked old southern plantations, several others were modern in design and every one of them appeared to be well over eight thousand square feet. "Shit!" Stealing a glance at his attire, he groaned. At least he'd selected charcoal linen instead of his usual jeans and a tee shirt. As he rounded the corner and gazed at the tree lined street, his mouth dropped open. The Mediterranean style house complete with a cobblestone driveway and bubbling fountain in the front couldn't have seemed more out of place. He would have thought neoclassic or modern. As he climbed out of his car, Razer gazed across the periphery impressed by the tropical surroundings. While the house was huge, the homey feel caught him off guard. Ringing the doorbell, Razor anticipated servants fawning over him, leading him through long hallways into some highly impressive master suite. Instead, the barefooted man with tussled hair and a mischievous grin seemed genuinely happy to have him there. "You must be Razer." His voice soft and slightly effeminate, his smile was genuine as he offered his hand. "And you must be Dyson." "Guilty as charged. Please come in. I apologize for my disheveled behavior. I was out of town and wouldn't you know the plane was late coming in. Trenton was caught on a phone call so my shower had to wait." Razer was instantly comfortable with the equally sun-kissed creature. Thinner than Trenton, his dashing almost golden eyes and long runner's legs suited his boyish appearance. "This is a beautiful home."

"One of Trenton's designs. That's how we met. He was in school and loved showing off the design of this house." Dyson said as he walked down a hall into a brightly lit kitchen. Razer fought not gawking at the incredible view of a small lake surrounded by some of the most beautiful landscaping he'd ever seen. "Wow is all I can say." "I know. I sometimes stand here and gawk myself. Beer, glass of wine, tequila? We have it all." "I'd prefer Bourbon, neat but I think I'd better stick with water." "A man of discriminating tastes. You're perfect for Trenton. Sexy and intelligent with a body that… Well, let me just say that I'm horny." Razer blushed as he stole a glance. "I don't know what to say." "Oh don't be embarrassed. I'm no fool. I knew months ago if I wanted to keep any level of a relationship with Trenton I needed to allow a third into our life. Not that I was prepared for anything like you however." Chuckling, Dyson grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured a shot of dark liquid before grabbing a bottle of water. Razer smiled. "Trenton told me you were a very good friend." Handing Razer the bottle, he nodded. "That's just it, we're very good friends. Don't get me wrong, I'm in love with him but not in the way married couples should be." He took a sip of his drink and walked toward the long bank of floor to ceiling windows. "That's what I've had recently. I adore my partner and we're comfortable together but there's no forever." "Then we're all in the same place. I'd prefer to stay in Trenton's life but you're so much more his taste." "His taste?" Razer asked. Dyson turned his head slowly. "Dark and dangerous and willing to do things that I can tolerate in only miniscule amounts. Trenton is a born Dom and needs a sub that gets it." "Telling all my secrets already?" Trenton voice boomed as he strolled into the kitchen. Razer sucked in his breath. The man looked positively edible with his hair unruly, stubble cresting his face and his shirt half buttoned.

"Damn! I wish like hell you looked at me that way," Dyson breathed. "Time for my shower. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Razer watched Dyson leave and hid behind his drink. "You have a beautiful home." "I hope you'll consider yours one day," Trenton said as he moved forward. "I think I'll have one of those and then show you around before I start the grill. Steak and lobster tail all right tonight?" "You have to be kidding me," Razer snorted. Trenton grabbed a bottle and eyed Razor. "It's a celebration. Come, allow me to show you my dream." "Your design?" Razer followed him into the living room. The massive stone fireplace was the centerpiece and jutted to the cathedral ceiling. Open on both sides, the inviting space was decorated in rich colors set against the Jacobean hardwoods, a refreshing combination. "I toiled over it for years before I found the right piece of land." "You've added touches that remind me of you, uninhibited." Trenton laughed. "I can tell you're an artist." Trenton explained each room as Razer grew more impressed with Trenton's skill and his eye for detail. "Wonderful. Thank you for showing me your baby." Trenton turned and gazed the length of him before settling his hungry look on his face. "Would you like to see my final room and one that only Dyson has seen?" "I'd love to." Leading Razer down a flight of stairs, Razer knew what Trenton was going to show him next. And what he'd saved for last. Trenton walked in first and flipped on a single light. A wash of shimmer surrounded the room, highlighting several pieces of equipment. Razer knew the majority of the pieces. As he glided forward, his heart pulsed raggedly. This was a dream room for him and one he now feared. "I researched the pieces thoroughly before I selected. Like what you see?" "God, yes." He walked forward and slid his hand across the horse, marveling at the feel of the cool wood before moving to St. Christopher's Cross. The gleaming wood and steel piece

took his breath away. While Tim had him tied to many apparatuses over the years, they were homemade and crude and the wooden horrors were more painful than anything else. Blinking furiously, a fleeting vision of dark days clouded his sight. As a single bead of perspiration trickled down the back of his neck, he resisted panting. The walls were suddenly closing in on him. "You're flushed. Are you okay?" Trenton wrapped his hand around Razer's waist. "Whoa, you're shaking. Come on, sit down over here." He guided Razer to a small bench and sat him down gently, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from his face. "What's going on?" "Nothing." "Trust means honesty, remember?" Razer nodded and tipped his head. "An experience years ago. Nothing like it, I assure you. Or I wouldn't be here. I want this." Trenton brushed his hand across Razer's cheek. "We've all had wretched experiences. I'm no exception. Nothing will happen unless you want it to. I'm no monster." Just hearing the word was enough to drag him from his private moment of hell. Leaning his head forward, he pressed his forehead to Trenton's chest. "I'm just scared," Razer whispered so quietly he wasn't sure Trenton even heard him. Trenton remained quiet holding Razer. Razer eased back and brushed his hand across Trenton's half naked chest and his hand tingled from the touch. "I almost lost my mind the other night." Trenton chuckled. "You have no idea how close I came to fucking you in the bathroom." "I would've let you." "You shouldn't have, you know that right? But there's nothing stopping us from a bit of an appetizer of sorts now?" Somehow Razer knew he wasn't talking about food. "Please." Trenton took the water out of his hand and set both his bottle and Razer's on the floor. Growling, he moved his hands over Razer's button and zipper, keeping his eyes locked onto Razer's. "I told you tonight was only about pleasure. I'm not your Master and you're not my

sub. Tonight I want to show the man I'm very interested in what it's like being with me and with Dyson as an equal. Fair enough?" His breath stolen, he nodded and gazed down, lifting his hips as Trenton maneuvered his pants over his hips, freeing his throbbing dick. "Your cock is incredible." Trenton grazed a finger across the tip as he pushed Razer's pants to the floor. "I'm going to suck you." He opened Razer's legs and crawled between. Tilting his head, he captured Razer's mouth, pressing his tongue past his lips. Raging emotions rushed his body and Razer clawed the edge of the bench, falling into the heated moment of passion as his heart thumped against his ribs. On fire and on edge, he panted into the kiss as Trenton wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft. Cupping his balls and squeezing, Trenton broke the kiss and inched down to lick down from his lips to the underside of his chin to his neck, suckling his Adam's Apple. "Feel good?" "Yyyyyeeesss!" Razer hissed as he tossed his head back, allowing Trenton to take him any way he pleased. Excitement surged through him sending a spark of light dancing across his vision. Trenton licked down the length of his neck to his collarbone and sucked the flesh around his carved bone as he pressed the flat of his hand down to Razer's stomach. Caressing, he moaned as he licked a zigzag line between his nipples before sucking and nipping each one. Razer entwined his fingers in Trenton's long locks, holding his head as he panted, his blood pulsing. "Yes…God…so good." Biting down on Razer's nipple, Trenton slid his hand down to tease the soft fur encasing his cock, grazing his finger across the base of his stomach. "Aaaahhhh!" Jerking up from the slice of pain, Razer hissed and jerked his head down. "God, I…I…can't…" Growling, Trenton darted his tongue down the length of Razer's chest, planting a series of wet kisses along his stomach. "You want me to suck you?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" Trenton teased as he dragged his tongue across Razer's cockhead with a single pass before lifting his head slowly, pushing against the force of Razer's hand.

"Suck me!" Trenton purred and lowered his head, slicing a series of long licks across the tip as he moved he pumped the base of Razer's cock, stroking in slow and practiced motions. As the incredible feeling of being cared for raced through his system, Razer sighed and lolled his head back, arching his body and bucking his hips. "God!" Trenton slid his other hand down to cup and squeeze Razer's balls, rolling his sac between his fingers as he lowered his head down an inch at a time. Using a combination of strokes and rough clenches, he went up and down Razer's dick in methodical motions while his tongue swirled around the tender flesh. "Fuck! God…oh God…" Razer moaned and tossed his head from side to side as he gripped Trenton's head and pushed and pulled him up and down, meeting each thrust of Trenton's mouth with one of his own. Trenton took him down further and drew his cock all the way out, toying and licking the tip. Rewarded with a series of pearls of pre-cum, he darted his tongue to gather the tangy drops as he breathed over the tip. "Do you want to cum?" "Yyyyeeeesssss!" Barely able to focus, Razer struggled to hold on as mind boggling sensations rushed his body. Never had a man's mouth felt this good. "I…want…" "What do you want?" Trenton encouraged, drawing his cock head into his mouth and slicing his tongue back and forth in lazy circles before drawing his shaft all the way out. "What…do you want?" Razer eyed him with haze filled eyes, his lust overpowering his will power. "Let me cum!" He growled. With a savage roar, Trenton took him halfway down and stopped as he roughly cupped Razer's balls between his fingers, squeezing until Razer cried out. Taking his shaft all the way down, he licked the sensitive underside before taking first one ball into his mouth and then the next. "Good?" "Fuck! Yes!" Razer loved having his balls sucked, the intense feeling as Trenton drew seed from his swollen sacs.

Trenton caressed Razer's tender balls as he sucked them before pulling away completely, a sizzling pop permeating the air. Purring, he licked the underside of Razer's shaft before taking the tip back into his mouth. Trenton relaxed his throat muscles and held him in his wet mouth, suckling and licking as he used his strong jaw muscles to clench around Razer's swollen shaft. "God yes! Yes!" Pumping his hips up and down, Razer hissed and shuddered, his body shaking as white-hot shards of electric heat thrashed through his body sending his pulse in to overdrive. Unable to focus on anything, he clenched his eyes shut and allowed the sensations to overtake him until echoes pulsed in his ears. "Yes…ohohoh!" Trenton took his shaft all the way out, dancing his tongue across the tip as he grunted before taking him all the way down. Repeating the move, his actions became more focused as he used his fingers, tongue and mouth in wicked orchestrations. As the scent of sex and need permeated the air, Razer tilted his head back and roared, trying to keep his savage orgasm at bay. "Ggggaaaaawwwwwddddd!" Trenton feasted on Razer's throbbing cock, pumping and squeezing the base harder and faster, grunting with each long pass, sweat pouring off his brow. Razer growled and hissed as he tugged at Trenton's head until he drove his cock into the back of his throat. "I…can't…" Clamping down on the heated wave, he willed his orgasm to hold back for a few minutes longer. But Trenton would have none of it. Driving Razer's cock in and out with enough force that Razer's balls hit the underside of his chin, he clenched around the throbbing muscle as it swelled in his mouth. "God…yyyyeeesss. Fuck!" Gripping the base with one hand, Trenton stopped his actions and simply held him in his mouth, squeezing and suckling. There was no control left. Razer exploded in Trenton's mouth with enough fury his entire body jerked up from the wooded bench. "Aaaaaahhhhh!" His cry barely audible, Razer struggled to breathe as the climax overtook him, his bursts coming after the other until he could no longer feel his legs. Panting and jerking, his vision stolen, Razer bit his lower lip to keep from screaming as blood rushed through his system. "Fuck!"

Trenton licked and sucked, unwilling to let him go. He licked up and down Razer's shaft, cleaning him as he grunted, his satisfaction evident. "Sweet Jesus you're tasty. God damn!" Razer wiped his hand across his face and tried to calm his breathing. "Shit…shit!" Chuckling, Trenton eased back on his haunches and gazed into Razer's eyes. "Enjoy?" "You have to be kidding me." Razor panted, his voice barely audible. Hearing a noise, he looked up to see Dyson watching them, a wry grin settling on his face. Licking his lips he glanced down at the man's open pants and his cock that stood at attention. Trenton wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before climbing to his feet. Turning as if on instinct, he nodded to Dyson. "It's time for dinner." "No, it's time for a feast," Dyson breathed. Razer controlled his breathing and stood on shaky legs. He laughed softly to himself as he fastened his pants. This wasn't at all how he'd anticipated the evening starting but he was damn glad he'd lowered his guard. And to think the night was still young. Dyson moved to join them, closing the distance. "You're delicious looking when you cum." As he raked his fingers down Razer's chest, he tilted his head and captured Trenton's mouth, pressing his tongue inside. The act terribly intimate, Razer sighed as he watched the two savoring his cum and shivered. This was so much more than he'd bargained for and yet as his heart struggled to find a balance calm, he remained on edge. Tonight would be cathartic and telling and while Trenton told him the night was nothing more than passion, Razer knew better. The night was all about seduction into a lifestyle. Forever. He touched the empty spot on his neck remembering the tight collar held by his Master and the monster that once controlled his life as a new series of shivers snaked down his body What if his new Master wanted him collared? Could he handle such a moment? Willing his nerves at bay, Razer decided he'd wait to make the final decision until after tonight. After all, it wouldn't be fair to judge. Breaking the intense kiss, Trenton sighed and pressed his hand down Dyson's chest before turning his heated gaze Razer's direction. "Will you help me prepare dinner?" Razer smiled. "Of course."

Holding out his hand, Trenton held the two men and sighed. "This is very good."

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Trenton watched Razer all through dinner, studying his moves and judging his level of comfort versus discomfort. He could barely get the thought of tasting the man out of his mind and focus on food. The taste of Razer, so tangy and yet a touch sweet was exactly what he craved. The rest would come later. He could tell easily that Dyson was taken with Razer, enjoying his company as much as the thought of developing their sexual relationship which pleased Trenton immensely. "Dinner was incredible," Razer said quietly as he settled back into his chair. "It was," Dyson added, sipping on his wine. "We haven't had a feast like that in months. Then again, the real feast is about to come, isn't it?" Chuckling, he turned his dark gaze toward Razer. "Down boy," Trenton teased. "I'm allowed to enjoy the thought of dessert, aren't I?" Dyson cooed. Razer leaned forward. "Only if I'm a part of it." He grazed his finger down the side of Dyson's cheek before sliding it across the seam of Dyson's mouth. Dyson sucked in his breath and kissed the tip of Razer's finger. "Hard core press. I love it." "Let's clean up and pour a cognac before we retire to the bedroom," Trenton suggested although his voice held a powerful vibe. He knew the others realized the evening was going exactly where he wanted it to go. Dyson looked intrigued and Razer was very much on edge. He watched the two interact and somehow felt like the big brother. Only this was not brotherly love. The thought made him chuckle. Settling into the living room, they raised their glasses. "To our guest," Dyson said, gazing between the other two. "Wonderful dinner," Razer kept his eyes pinned on Trenton. "Then just imagine dessert," Trenton hissed as he leaned forward. He could see Razer's body shaking as he drew the glass to his lips but stopped before he took a drink. Razer looked into his drink and turned his heated gaze at Trenton. "I want…everything."

Dyson sighed. "I think we have the perfect third." Trenton swirled his drink. "I think we do." He took Razer's hand, intertwining their fingers. "You're incredibly hot." "I'm incredibly hard," Razer breathed as he pulled his hand away and brushed his finger down Trenton's chest, toying with the material of his shirt. "Then we're going to have to do something about that." Nipping Razer's bottom lip, he inhaled deeply and sighed. Easing back, he gazed into Razer's eyes and smiled. Dyson grazed his hand down Razer's back. "Are you ready to taste both of us?" "More than ready" Razer said as he reached back and ran his hands down the side of Dyson's thigh. Trenton watched the two men interact and shook his head. This was more than right. "Come." Leading them into the bedroom, he yanked his shirt off in one move, pitching the unwanted material to the side. "A bedroom fit for a king," Razer commented as he unbuttoned his shirt. "And his court." Dyson laughed as he kicked off his shoes and drew his shirt from his shoulders. Razer grinned. "True enough." Standing still, he gazed back and forth between the two men. "Don't tease us," Trenton hissed as he stripped the remainder of his clothes off. When he was completely naked he closed the distance to Razer. Razer licked his lips. "Nice." Dyson chuckled and removed his clothes. "I think we may have to show him who's boss." "I think you're right." Trenton pressed his finger to his mouth. "Tsk tsk. Absolutely right." In one move, he jerked Razer's shirt off and wrangled him to the bed, straddling his waist. "Will you do the honors and take off his pants, Dyson?" Razer hissed and fought, struggling to keep from laughing. "No you don't!" "Oh yes we do." Dyson moved to the end of the bed and pressed his hand over Razer's cock, stroking. "You're so hard." "Yyyyeesss!" Razer moaned and closed his eyes.

Dyson sighed and unfastened Razer's pants, slowly pulling them down his carved hips. Tossing them to the floor, he took both hands and slid them up either side of Razer's cock as he knelt on the floor. "I'm going to suck you hard." Razer shivered and lifted his head to stare into Trenton's eyes. Trenton pulled Razer's arms over his head. "Keep your arms here, please." His tone playful, he rose to his knees and pressed the tip of his cock back and forth across Razer's mouth. "You want this?" Razer smiled and darted his tongue out, sliding it across the sensitive slit. "What do you think?" Dyson stroked the base of Razer's cock, alternating between squeezing his balls and fingering the underside of his shaft. "Open your mouth," Trenton said, loving the way Razer was staring at him, his hunger evident in his unfocused eyes. When Razer hesitated, Trenton tapped the tip of his dick across his mouth. "Please open, Razer." Forcing himself to tone it down, Trenton had to remember his promise. Tonight was pleasure only, no Dom/sub stuff. There was no way Trenton wanted to scare Razer away before he was ever really here. Razer purred and complied, opening his mouth wide. Trenton pushed his shaft inside until it hit the back of Razer's mouth and removed it quickly, not risking a chance Razer would gag or feel his breath was being held against his will. "Show me what you want." Razer greedily licked and sucked, his tongue swirling in a zigzag pattern. "Mmm…" Trenton sighed. Razer repeated the move, drawing the throbbing muscle deep into his mouth as Trenton tossed his head back. "Jesus!" Dyson bent his head and licked the entire length of Razer's shaft before taking first one tender sac into his mouth and then the other, sucking until Razer moaned, his throaty vibrations echoing off Trenton's dick. Rolling the soft flesh inside his mouth, Dyson grunted as he stroked the back of Razer's cock, tugging at the soft skin.

Trenton closed his eyes and used the power of his muscular thighs to fuck Razer's mouth, gliding in and out in long, even strides. "Yyyyeeeesss…that's it. I love fucking your mouth. Does it feel good?" Razer grunted his response and struggled to keep his hands above his head. Dyson wrapped his arms around Razer's thighs and lifted them up, pressing them back toward his chest. Open and exposed, he gazed down at Razer and sighed. "Beautiful." Leaning over, he took the tip of Razer's dick in his mouth, slicing his tongue across the slit as he pulled at the base. He took him down an inch at a time, relaxing his throat until his mouth rested at Razer's stomach. Razer grunted and jerked up from the bed, impaling his mouth with Trenton's cock. Trenton growled and changed the angle, pumping into Razer's mouth in harder strokes. "I could do this all day." Razer squeezed his jaw muscles, clamping down over Trenton's cock like a tight vice and Trenton knew he wasn't going to last long. Clenching his eyes shut, he willed the intense orgasm at bay as he continued driving hard into the back of Razer's throat. Razer's arms came down to grip the base of Trenton's shaft, pumping and squeezing as Trenton's eyes flew open. Panting, he licked his dry lips and wanted to scold him but electric jabs prickled his system. Barely able to focus, stars floated in front of his eyes and for a minute he thought he'd pass out. "Hurry. I can't hold it." Dyson chuckled and removed Razer's cock. "I have no intention of having him cum in my mouth just yet." Pushing Razer's legs back forcefully and opening his ass cheeks, exposing his dark hole, Dyson licked his lips. Leaning down, he darted his tongue over Razer' puckered hole as he groaned. Trenton's body tensed as a tidal wave of love filled his balls with seed. "Oh…yes…." Dyson licked Razer's asshole, sliding his tongue in and around, burying his face into the carved flesh of Razer's ass. Razer bucked and struggled to hold on, arching his back, every move forcing Trenton's dick further into his mouth.

Dyson licked and fingered Razer's asshole, using both his hands and tongue shamelessly. He pressed first one and then another finger inside Razer's dark opening, pushing past the tight ring of muscle before flexing his fingers inside. "That's it, open for me." Trenton fell forward as his shaft filled with cum. "I can't hold it. I can't…" Throwing his head back, he roared as he exploded inside Razer's mouth, pumping harder as every part of his body shook violently. Dyson continued his practiced moves, pressing a third finger inside as Razer's ass muscles clenched around the invasion. "Mmmm…" Razer wrapped both hands around the base of Trenton's cock, pumping as strings of cum flooded his mouth. "Fuck!" Trenton screamed, his voice little more than a rasp. Leaning back slowly, he grunted and gazed down at Razer, marveling at the way he was cleaning his shaft. "Damn! You're fucking fabulous." Dyson removed his fingers and licked up the length of Razer's shaft, sucking the tip before slowly rising to his feet. "My turn." Winded, Trenton climbed off Razer and gazed down at Dyson. "What do you suggest?" "I think he needs some relief. Lie down and lift your legs," Dyson purred as he took Razer's hand, pulling him to his feet. Turning his heated look toward Razer, he narrowed his eyes. “Tonight is about pleasure and my choices. He’s not ready to be fucked yet,” Trenton cautioned. This wasn't the time to push Razer. Giving Dyson a knowing look, he could see Dyson understood. "I'd enjoy tasting his sweet cum," Dyson smiled. "Razer, I'm gonna suck you off while Trenton tries to convince you to make this situation permanent." Razer's eyes opened wide and he stole a glance at Trenton. Trenton grinned as he eased onto the bed, motioning for Razer to move beside him. Pulling Razer to him, he reached down and lifted Razer's legs, pulling them against Razer's chest, opening Razer wide and exposing his sex. Razer pursed his lips as he shook his head. "Not sure I can do it," Razer hissed, struggling to free his legs. Cocking his head, he gazed into Trenton's eyes.

"Nothing rough, babe. Just relax and let Dyson make you feel good," Trenton soothed. He could tell that Razer was bordering on running. Brushing his hand across Razer's cheek, he leaned over and pressed his lips across Razer's, the kiss a gentle reminder of passion, not force. Razer relaxed in Trenton's arms. When the kiss was broken he sighed and planted his palms on Trenton's strong arms as he settled into Trenton's chest. "You taste tangy." "You're incredible, Razer," Trenton breathed. Laughing softly, Razer purred. "I love the attention." Dyson dropped to his knees and smiled as he ran his hands up the inside of Razer's thighs. "Very sexy." Lowering his head, he traced a line where his hands had been and inhaled deeply before peppering a series of licks across Razer's swollen sac. Razer shivered. "Yyyyeeesssss…" Trenton could tell Razer was getting more comfortable, enjoying the moment. There was something about this time that was so special. As he stole a glance down at Dyson, he could easily tell the man was hooked on the ménage and perhaps the lifestyle. And for the first time Trenton wondered whether this was a good decision for any of them. Dyson licked up to the tip of Razer's cock, swirling his tongue around the bulbous head as he inched closer, pressing his finger around Razer's puckered hole. Inserting it just until the tip was inside, he grunted as he took Razer's cock into his mouth, going up and down in deliberate moves. "Feel good?" Trenton asked as he continued stroking Razer's chest with the tips of his fingers. "Yes." His breath ragged Razer nuzzled into Trenton as he reached down and entwined his fingers in Dyson's hair. Dyson pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle as he clenched his mouth around Razer's cock, squeezing. He pushed and pulled his finger in and out of Razer's ass in slow drives as he wrapped his other hand around the base of Razer's shaft. Pumping up and down his actions became more manic with each stroke. "Yes…oh yes…" Licking his lips, Razer closed his eyes and moaned.

Trenton's heart swelled as he watched the moment of bliss. Part of him knew that he was already falling hard for Razer. As he watched Razer's reaction fill with rapture, he smiled. "You feel damn good in my arms." Removing Razer's shaft from his mouth, Dyson grazed the tip across his mouth before licking across the sensitive slit, drop of pre-cum oozing from the delicate hole. Savoring the beads on the end of his tongue, he gave Trenton a coy look. "He tastes damn good, too." Chuckling, Dyson licked down the underside of Razer's cock taking each ball into his mouth in turn. "Mmm…." Razer moved his head from side to side as his fingers dug into Trenton's leg. Licking up to the tip, Dyson engulfed Razer's cock, taking him all the way down to the base as he added as second finger, pulsing two into Razer's dark cavern. "Aaaahhhh!" Razer jerked up from the bed. "Fuck," he grunted. "I can't hold it!" "You don't have to," Trenton said. "No. I'm…I…" Razer struggled. "Cum, Razer. Cum and enjoy," Trenton encouraged. He could tell how badly Razer was struggling not to cum. Damn it! Anger boiled within him. Razer deserved so many wonderful things. What kind of freak had hurt him? This moment was about forging a bond of trust and while he could sense Razer wanted so much from this new relationship, Trenton refused to push the envelope. "I want you to cum." As if understanding the issue, Dyson concentrated on giving Razer a moment of pure bliss. He pumped his mouth up and down Razer's cock as he flexed his fingers inside Razer's tight hole. Razer arched his back as his legs trembled. Opening and closing his mouth, a single howl pushed past his lips, Dyson's combination driving Razer over the edge. "Ooooohhhh!" Erupting into Dyson's mouth, he pushed Dyson's head down, forcing Dyson to take the entire length of his cock into his mouth. "That's it," Trenton said as he rubbed his hand up and down Razer's chest. "I…oh…yyyyeeesss…" Razer licked his lips as his body jerked involuntarily. Sucking in his breath, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tipped his head to gaze at Trenton. "Amazing."

Dyson emitted a low growl as he eased Razer's shaft from his mouth. "Yes you are." "I want you to fuck me, Trenton," Razer said. Tears filled Trenton's eyes and he inhaled deeply trying to catch his breath while blinking furiously, fighting the burning tears. "Not yet, babe. Not yet." Knowing how badly he wanted Razer made saying 'no' pure torture. But he had to take this very slowly. There was no doubt in Trenton's mind. "You taste like heaven," Dyson whispered as he continued thrusting his fingers into Razer's ass. Removing then, Dyson lowered his head and opened Razer's ass cheeks before darting his tongue around Razer's rosy hole. "Oh fuck!" Razer moaned and clenched his eyes closed. Trenton shook as he held Razer, his body on fire at the thought of Dyson rimming their partner, an act he rarely performed on Trenton anymore. "God," he muttered, amazed at the passion he felt for the new man. Dyson continued licking for several minutes. When he sat back, he blew a swatch of hot air across Razer's cock and sighed. "I think I love this arrangement already." As Razer opened his eyes, he nodded. "I think I do, too." For several minutes they struggled to breath. Trenton lowered Razer's legs and wrapped his arms around Razer's waist as he pressed the sweaty strands of hair from Razer's face. "That was…incredible." Not blinking, Razer stared at Dyson, his body quivering. "I'm so sorry I couldn't hold it. So sorry," he offered. Trenton prayed for the day he'd get his hands on the monster that had taken Razer's soul.

Chapter Five

"You don't get to have an opinion. I own you and you know it, boy. You'll do as I say or I'll throw you to the dogs," Tim snarled as he took a long pull on his beer. Razer bit his tongue to keep from lashing out, anger coursing through his veins. His blinding rages had been getting worse and now Tim whipped him daily for his insubordination. His skin bruised and torn, he'd had enough but had no idea how to get away. "What's wrong, you little fuck? Cat got your tongue? You don't get to think for yourself cause you're too stupid. If it weren't for me you'd be on the street, thriving off selling your body cause you can't do nothin' else. Then again, you're turning into a lousy lay. Not sure any man in their right mind would have you." Laughing, Tim turned on the television and pointed to the cage. "Get the fuck inside and shut up. You need cage time." Razer hesitated, defying the man. He didn't give a shit any longer. His body broken, his soul shattered, there was no reason to live. "No." "What did you say?" Tim narrowed his eyes. "I said no!" The single word infuriated Tim to the point he turned bright red. Slamming his beer down on the coffee table, he jerked to his feet and in two strides had Razer by the throat. "You fucking whore! You'll do what I say you piece of shit. That's all you are to me, shit. You got it?" Razer shivered but glared at him defiantly. "No." Tim jerked Razer over to the cage. Taller and much stronger than Razer, he overpowered the thin boy immediately. Thrusting him over the cage, he kicked Razer's legs out and held his neck as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants. "You'll get a beating later you worthless piece of ass." Pressing the tip of his cock to Razer's dark hole, Tim impaled his ass, driving Razer hard into the cold steel of the cage. "Aaaahhhhh!" No matter how many times he had been taken this way, it always hurt. Razer struggled to breathe as he started counting, using memory tricks as a way to keep his mind from thinking about the torture. Falling into the zone, Razer concentrated on the numbers, saying them slowly in his mind as the abuse continued.

Tim plunged as the steel drove into Razer's ribs, the power of his drives pushing Razer up on his toes. No longer able to feel anything, Razer allowed the soft lull of his heart thumping into his ears to take him to a distance shore. The event over, Tim jerked him up and tossed him inside the cage, slamming and locking the door. "You fuck head worthless piece of trash. I can't wait to sell you off."

"Don't sell me!" Razer's strangled cry permeated the room. Unable to breathe, he clamped back his scream as he heard movement and tried to put the pieces together. Where was he? Fuck. Another Goddamn nightmare had taken him to the worst place of all. A sudden sadness washed down over his body. Holding his arms tightly, hugging himself, he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, counting slowly. "Are you all right?" Trenton asked, his voice filled with concern. "Fine!" Razer hissed. "Just a nightmare. I get them sometimes. I've had them since I was a…a kid." Trenton sat up and slid his arm around Razer. "Do you want to talk about it?" "Not really," Razer said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. Why were the dreams escalating so much? "I have nightmares too. They paralyze me sometimes." I bet they're not about a fucking monster that nearly destroyed you. "I'm sorry. I guess we all have them. I'll be all right. Just gonna go to the bathroom." Without waiting for an answer, he tumbled out of bed and realized Dyson wasn't in the room. As Razer stumbled into the bathroom and flipped on the light, he grimaced seeing his angry haunted expression. Gripping the counter, he shook his head and whispered to himself. "What the hell is going on?" He turned on the water and splashed his face remembering what the counselor he'd been seeing for the last month told him about fleeting dreams being one way his mind might try to heal itself. Razer hadn’t been able to admit to Blake that he was seeing a professional. It was simply another shameful moment in his life. It wasn't about the company or the sex. The night

they'd spent together had been wonderful, so much so Razer could see signing the contract with ease. He adored Trenton and Dyson was a welcome surprise. Then why? Perhaps the dreams had surfaced because he didn't know what happened to Tim. After Razer ran, he never looked back, leaving the state almost immediately. Risking everything getting away, he'd even stayed away from his family for two years. Tim was a vengeful man and would have tortured everyone he knew for information if Razer wasn't careful. Wiping his face with a towel, he made a promise to himself to find out what happened to the monster. Maybe that would end the nightmares. As he opened the door, the light shimmered across the bed and he could see Trenton sleeping peacefully. If he continued with this, Razer was going to have to tell Trenton everything. And that thought was almost as bad as the nightmares.

****

"You look like shit. What the hell happened after I left you two alone?" Dyson asked, chuckling as he grabbed a cup and poured coffee. "Nothing," Trenton stood staring out the window. "You didn't have to leave." "Trenton, you two needed time alone. I'm not greedy. I tell you what though, I like the man more than I imagined. Whew!" He cut his laugh short as he walked closer. "What's going on?" "He had a nightmare." "We all have them. Why the hell is that bothering you so much?" Trenton shook his head. Razer not only had a nightmare but talked in his sleep. Razer's words were more than haunting. They reminded Trenton too much of a time that he wasn't proud of and one that he'd never told anyone about, at least not all of it. "I think he was abused." "Abused?" "Yeah." Brushing his fingers through his hair, Trenton wasn't sure what to make of it. "Shit man. You figured all that out from a dream?" "He talked in his sleep. I think…hell, I can't even talk about it."

Dyson flanked his side and leaned into the counter. "Look, if that's the case then perhaps this is what he needs. What you both need." Trenton shifted his glance toward Dyson. "Meaning?" "Meaning you haven't dealt with all your pent up angst either. Jesus man. I can see pain in your face this morning." Trenton shrugged. "Not something I need to deal with right now." "You'll have to tell him eventually if you're going to create a life with him." Looking away, he hissed. "No, I don't." "That's not like you. You're going to keep something that significant away from him?" "I don't need to tell him…" "Je-sus Christ!" "Let me finish!" Trenton snapped. "Whoa," Dyson hissed as he held up his hand and backed away. "I'm sorry. That was shitty. I don't have to because I'm not going through with the contract." "Excuse me?" "Nope." Trenton clenched his eyes shut. Running wasn't like him but he couldn't open up his can of worms and he couldn't hurt Razer. Whatever someone had done to him, Trenton refused to create any more nightmares. Besides, Razor would run from him at the first inkling of truth about his past. "Not good enough in bed for you?" Dyson admonished and when Trenton said nothing, he growled. "Un-fucking believable. You've found the perfect guy to share your life with and you pull this shit?" "If he was abused, this lifestyle isn't good for him." "Then why does he want it? Tell me that." Trenton shrugged. "Think here. Maybe he had a bad relationship but Razer obviously craves being a submissive and you need to live your life as the Dom I know you to be. He's not a dumb man, Trenton. He knows exactly what he's getting in the middle of. Give him some credit."

"He doesn't understand." Trenton wasn't sure how to put it to Dyson. If he hadn't heard Razer's cries and the damning words, perhaps he could go through with the contract. Now there was no way. "What, that you were abused too?" The ugly words hung in the air for several seconds before Trenton slowly turned to face Dyson. "You don't understand." "Then tell me. Talk to me. I deserve to know. Razer deserves to know." Trenton inhaled deeply. "Nothing to tell. I'm not going through with the contract. Period." "Then do you want to wake sleeping beauty and tell him to get his fucking ass out of the house or should I? I think you need to do it and make sure and tell him he was a great one night stand but we're moving on to the next selection. You're pathetic!" Dyson gave him a hard look before turning and stalking out of the kitchen. "He's not here." Dyson stopped short but didn't turn around. "What?" "Left before I awoke this morning." "Figures. You probably drove him away. Damn it!" Trenton gripped the counter. "Dyson." "What!" "I think his owner forced him to live in a cage," Trenton said quietly, barely able to say the words. As Dyson turned, he opened and closed his mouth. "Oh my God." Trenton nodded. "Now do you understand?"

****

Two days and Razer heard nothing from Trenton. He left several emails and tried to contact him on Skype but it was as if the man disappeared. Sighing, he sat on his deck and thought about their incredible night together. Hell, just describing the event had Blake jealous from afar. At least Blake would be coming home in about a week for a few days. Maybe the two

could meet. No, maybe the three could meet. Growling, he laughed at the entire situation. He'd felt more alive that one night than he had in years and he thanked Blake for giving him such an amazing gift. Granted, he had a lot to do. Getting the gallery showing was fantastic but the timing was tight. While he knew some big artist had cancelled allowing him the spot, he was grateful for the opportunity no matter how he'd gotten it. It took him an entire day to pack up the selected paintings and that meant dollars he didn't have. At least a crew was coming to take the pieces to the event. Wringing his hands, Razer gazed at the twelve bundled canvases and wondered if he'd selected the right ones. There were more to choose from than he realized. Damn it! His heart racing, he wasn't entirely sure it was because of his introduction into the art community. The surprise of the day had been the call from Andre telling him that a renowned art critic was going to be at the show on Saturday night. Razer shook his head. No one garnered a review for their first show. He gazed at the clock again and tried to figure what to do next. Nervous wasn't his style and yet today his hands were shaking. And that was before he even thought about the way his heart felt. Maybe he just needed to go to see Trenton in person. Could he just be busy with day to day life? Of course that must be it. Sighing, Razer knew better. Something told him Trenton was unhappy with his performance. Clenching his fists, Razer fought the demons that laughed at him. "You're an idiot." Hearing the knock at the door dragged him out of his pity party and he hesitated before opening it. "Dyson. Shit. I wasn't expecting you." Dyson nodded. "I know. Can I come in? I need to talk to you." Cocking his head, Razor could tell by the look on Dyson's face something was wrong. Opening the door wide, he nodded. "Of course. Coffee or a drink?" "I think a stiff drink is in order." Glancing at his watch, Razer frowned. At barely three in the afternoon, this meant something was wrong indeed. "Bourbon? Tequila?" "Whatever you're having. Nice place." "Thanks. Feel free to look around. I'll be right back." As he stepped into the kitchen, Razer shook his head. What the hell was going on? A moment later he strolled into the living room to

find it empty. As he walked through the house, he found Dyson in his studio. No one but Blake had ever seen his work up close. Swallowing hard, he walked inside and watched the man drink in his work, appreciating it and not simply acknowledging it. "You do wonderful work. Are you in galleries?" Razer moved beside him as he stared at one of his earlier pieces. "Oddly enough I have my first showing at Gallery Chenko tomorrow night." Handing Dyson a drink, he could see recognition cross Dyson's face. "You know the gallery?" "I do. I'm certainly only a novice in my level of appreciation but I know the art placed there. Only the finest works are shown. You should be very happy." Razer sipped his drink and nodded. "I'm thrilled. It's a dream come true." For some time they remained quiet as Dyson studied the various pieces. "I don't mean to sound rude and I certainly appreciate the wonderful comments but I can tell you're here with a purpose in mind. Is something wrong with Trenton?" Dyson chuckled. "You're very direct." "I have to be." "Interesting comment. You're right. Something is going on and I know Trenton will never tell you." "He hated the other night?" "Quite the contrary. You're exactly what he needs and that's why he's ripped apart inside," Dyson said as he turned to stare at Razer. "I don't think I'm following." Dyson tipped his head back and groaned. "You're both damaged souls." His blood chilling instantly, Razer sucked in his breath and walked closer. "You have to explain what you mean." He realized his tone was harsh but there was something about the way Dyson said the words that mean one or both of them knew about his past. "Trenton was interested in being a part of a society for awhile during his early twenties. I didn't know him then but he told me that a friend lured him into the lifestyle. While he enjoyed many aspects of BDSM and sex clubs, something happened that he's only told me a part of over the years."

Razer bit his lip and took a long gulp of his drink, his own hand shaking. "And what does that have to do with me?" Dyson turned and locked eyes with Razer. "Your nightmare." Almost stumbling backwards, he sucked in his breath and closed his eyes. "What about it? What did he tell you? I don't understand. I don't know what this has to do with…" "Whoa. Calm down. Can we go somewhere and talk? I need to tell you a story and I need your help." "My help?" Dyson sighed as he walked closer. "Because he's ready to give all of this up from fear that he'll hurt you. Trenton already cares about you and this is killing him." Razer cocked his head. "I don't understand. If he doesn't want me and I'm not good enough in bed or anything else then fine, fuck him!" Turning on his heel, his pride forced Razer toward the door while his heart skipped, longing to talk to Trenton to ask why for himself. "Hold on. Please." "What good will that do? I don't want to be somebody's boy." "That's what I'm talking about!" Dyson said, his voice dark and angry. Stopping short, Razer turned around. "The truth." "Will you hear me out?" Razer groaned as he studied Dyson's eyes, sadness filling them to the point he could only nod. "Fine. Tell me and we'll see how much I'm willing to help. I won't go where I'm not wanted." Dyson clucked his jaw and took a long sip of his drink. When he spoke, his voice was strangled. "There are several things you don't know about him. Trenton's led a complicated life." "Seems he's led a posh life to me," Razer chortled. "That's where you're wrong. Trenton had nothing. He has no family and when he came back to his hometown of Atlanta just out of college he had a dream and nothing else. Hell, I followed him here because I believed in him so much. He built everything around him and it took

everything he had, including his soul," Dyson eyed him carefully, his eyes staring holes into Razer's. Razer sighed and moved closer. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because Trenton won't. He's afraid you won't understand the abuse he went through." "Abuse?" For some reason the comment surprised him. Dyson shook his head. "That's why I'm here. So that he won't fuck up the best thing that's ever happened to him." "I don't understand why you're doing this. You obviously care about him," Razer breathed. "So you'll listen to me." "I can't be in another relationship that is just about sex or even about companionship. I need more than that" Dyson closed his eyes and shook his head. "That's just it. Trenton's afraid he'll destroy you."

****

Razer stood in the shower allowing the warm water to cascade down his body for longer than he should have. The start of the gallery showing was in two hours and he had no drive or energy to perk up and pretend like he was an accomplished man. This event meant the world to him yet he was filled with a chill. The event was simply a method to a future and little more without someone to share it with. Blake promised he'd try and make it back in time but he was having trouble getting a flight. Razer was all alone. What Dyson told him was heart wrenching. For some reason he never would've suspected that Trenton had been in an abusive relationship. One similar to his own. Why Dyson felt the need to tell him was beyond him unless Trenton was worried about the nightmare. He'd longed to come clean and explain his past but Razer didn't have the strength. Besides, Dyson wasn't the man that… The thought crashed through his system like a bottle rocket and he fell against the cold tile and covered his face with his hands. There was no way he was feeling this close to a man he didn't know. As he stood shivering, the combination of apprehension, lust and something he never thought he'd experience again stunned him.

Razer was falling in love. How? The information Dyson gave him allowed a better understanding of Trenton and certain pieces were falling together. Two damaged souls were trying to find the one aspect of their life that had been ripped from them. Love. Climbing out of the shower, he selected linen pants and a crimson shirt for the evening. If he was lucky enough to have pictures taken the color would pop for the cameras. He studied his reflection for several minutes before checking his emails. Seeing none, he grabbed his keys and headed out for the bright lights of the big city. Traffic was surprisingly light and Razer made it to the gallery just as Andre was illuminating his pieces. "There you are. I was wondering if we were going to have to send out a search party," the blond man chuckled, giving Razer more than a once over. "Honey, you look positively good enough to eat tonight. You'll show well yourself." Razer nodded and ignored the sexual overtones. Andre wasn't his type. Effeminate and very much on the glam side of homosexuality, he exuded all things Razer couldn't tolerate. Razer never flaunted his sexuality openly which was one reason he'd entered into a relationship with Tim. Tim appeared as little more than a reserved homebody. It was too bad Razer was months into the relationship before Tim's true personality rose to the surface. Subversive control was Tim's specialty. "Everything looks incredible, Andre. Thanks again for having me." "Oh honey, you got friends in high places now," Andre cooed as he adjusted a picture and tipped the light above the oversized piece. "I think you'll be surprised how many people will consider purchasing your work. Friends in high places? Razer walked further inside and realized trickles of sweat were racing down his back. And he was nauseous. "Don't look so damn nervous, honey. You'll be surprised how much you're going to enjoy this." Andre clapped his hands and stepped back. "I must say. You're very talented." "Thank you."

"The pieces are a reflection of your soul," Andre said as he paced back and forth from one to another. Razer chuckled. "That obvious?" "I've been in the business for almost twenty years my friend. I know my art. The best artists drag themselves from the very pits of hell and their paintings are the extension of their healing process. Whatever you went through almost destroyed you. It's easy to see." Razer opened his mouth to retort when another man stepped into the room. "Andre, you have a phone call." "Thanks, Jacque. We open in fifteen minutes so make sure the wine is ready." Andre turned to Razer and cocked his head. "Make yourself at home. When the guests arrive, mingle and answer questions. That's all you need to do." Razer nodded and watched Andre sashay away. Checking his watch, he knew Blake wasn't going to make it. Minutes later the front door was unlocked and within a half an hour, there were fifty people milling about the gallery. Razer was stunned at how much everyone seemed to enjoy his pieces. "You're the artist?" The woman smiled and licked her lips as she gazed down to Razer's crotch. "I am," Razer said as he flashed a smile, turning up the heat. He knew how and when to turn on the fake charm with the best of them. Modeling was an excellent teacher. "Very nice. I'm impressed. Perhaps I'll get my husband to purchase a snazzy treat or two. Tell me, does the artist come and help hang his work?" Cooing, she inched closer and slid a finger down his chest, circling a button on his shirt. "That can be arranged," Razer said eyeing the authoritative man that entered the front door. Narrowing his eyes, as the man pulled out a notebook his heart thumped into his chest. Andre made good on his promise. He stepped back out of sight of the door way and the woman followed, gazing at another piece. "They're all so beautiful. I'm not sure which one I'd choose," she breathed, giving Razer a hungry gaze.

"I can certainly help you select the right piece if you have a location in mind. I have others in my studio if you're interested in seeing them." "I'd be more than interested in seeing them and seeing the artist in action. Tell me, do you do any nudes?" Heat crept up Razer's neck. "I don't, no." "Pity. I'd love to model for you." Inserting her index finger into her mouth, she pulsed the digit in and out as she batted her eyelashes and removed her finger, allowing a tiny pop to filter into the air. Lord, he hadn't had a woman come onto him in such a brazen fashion for months. Full court press had nothing on her. "As I said, I could help you select if you'd like." "Well good then, sugar. I'll see what I can do." Leaning in, she pressed a kiss on his check as she allowed her hand to travel to his crotch. Flinching, Razer sucked in a breath as the woman cupped his cock, stroking freely in the dim lighting of the store. Swallowing hard, he nodded and willed her away. His nerves were getting the better of him. "That's wonderful." She allowed her long nails to scrape down his arm before she walked away her hips swaying back and forth. "You should get used to that type of behavior," Blake cooed as he slid behind Razer, wrapping his arms around Razer's waist. "You came," Razer said as he leaned into Blake savoring the comforting scent of him. "Not yet," Blake chuckled as he pressed his lips across the heat of Razer's skin. "But I will later." Razer closed his eyes as Blake ground his hips and throbbing cock across his ass sending a series of tingles dancing down his spine. "I've missed you." "Hey, you sound like you're in pain. What gives?" Blake turned him around slowly and lifted Razer's chin with a finger. "This isn't like you. What's going on?" Raw emotions flooded his mind, filling Razer with a sense of foreboding. He yanked Blake toward him, capturing his mouth. Pushing his tongue past Blake's lips, he devoured his mouth, hungry for the man that was his friend. As they held each other, they moaned into the kiss.

Somewhere in the back of Razer's mind he realized they were in a public location but the need to be held by a man he trusted completely outweighed his fears of being caught or seen. Breaking the kiss, Blake inhaled deeply and nipped Razer's bottom lip, biting down until Razer shuddered. Easing back, he shook his head. "Well. If that's the kind of greeting I get from being away then I can only imagine what it's going to be like when you visit me in LA." He darted a quick look around the perimeter before coping a feel, cupping and squeezing Razer's groin. "Ooooohhhh… God, I want you. Fuck. I want you so bad." Hearing a sound, Razer turned and caught a glimpse of a man that looked like Trenton. And he'd seen the passionate embrace. "Shit!" Of course Trenton knew about Blake but didn't know he wasn't out of his life forever. "What's wrong?" Blake asked, following Razer's gaze. "Be right back." The dichotomy of emotions he felt confused the hell out of him. As Razer pushed through the crowd, he scanned the gallery seeing no one that reminded him of Trenton. Heading for the entrance, he bolted outside onto the crowded sidewalk and quickly turned his head in both directions. There was no one on the teeming streets that resembled him. "Shit!" What was he supposed to do? Was it really Trenton or simply a patron admiring his art? His broken heart gave him the answer. Shaking his head, he paced the sidewalk, frustrated at his childish behavior. Granted, there was nothing exclusive about his relationship with the man. And it appeared there never would be. Still, after worrying he would destroy Razer, the last thing Trenton needed to have shoved in his face was a gratuitous act of lust. "They're looking for you inside," Blake said quietly, flanking his side. Razer stole a glance at his stoic face and groaned. "Wanna talk about it?" "Nothing to talk about." "I know when you're lying, Razer. Remember me, your friend?" Blake moved in front of him and studied Razer's face. "You're falling in love with him, aren't you?" "Who?" Razer looked down. Why was it so difficult to face Blake? "Stop with the crap. Trenton Masters."

"Of course not!" Razer snapped then softened his voice. "I just had one date with him and with…" "Uh-huh. For God's sake, stop denying it. It's written all over your face. Why are you fighting it and why are you so damn forlorn? You've got a gallery showing most people would kill for. You're involved in a situation that will employ you and give you what you crave sexually and you're falling in love. Why do you look like the rug was pulled out from under you?" "Excuse me, gentlemen." Andre cleared his throat. Razer darted a quick look his direction. How long had he been standing hidden in the shadows of the doorway? "Yes?" "Jameson Caruthers would like a moment of your time, if you're available. He seems impressed with your work." Andre stepped into the light and studied Blake, disdain riding his face. "Thank you, Andre. Please tell him I'll be right in," Razer said as he sighed. Nodding, Andre gave Blake a hard look before strolling inside. Blake burst out laughing. "Jesus. That man needs a good fuck!" "I better go." Razer moved away, his heart racing. Jameson Caruthers. The art critic. Blake gripped his arm, yanking him back. "Wait a minute. Allow me to finish. You have to follow your heart, Razer. I've known you long enough to know you found something with Trenton. You're a smart guy but get your head out of your ass. Go to his house after the show and talk to him. Okay? I'll go to your house and wait for you and if you don't come home, it'll thrill me. I want you happy. I want you to be happy. I want you to fall in love. Do you understand me? Do you believe me?" As the streetlight cascaded across them in a warm hue, Razer really heard Blake for the first time. "You're a damn good friend. I adore you." "But you're not in love with me and you know what, that's perfectly acceptable. I'll always be your friend. Go find your heart and bring back the life you lost. Do it for me." Blake smiled and pressed his fingers across Razer's mouth before turning and walking into the street.

Razer held his arms and sighed. He knew at that moment he wanted nothing more than to talk with Trenton and to enter into the contract. If only the man would have him. Hissing, he gathered his nerves and walked back into the gallery. For once he was going to follow his heart.

Chapter Six

"You're not starting with that bullshit again, are you?" Dyson hissed. Trenton said nothing as he tossed ice into a glass and poured a copious amount of bourbon, sloshing over the side of the glass. "Un-fucking believable. You knew about this guy Razer was seeing before you had him out to the house." "Yeah. I did. But you didn't see the way they were basically fucking in the middle of the damn gallery," Trenton snarled. "Let's see where we are with this. Okay?" Dyson sauntered to the cabinet, grabbed a glass and poured a drink for himself. Taking a huge gulp, he set the glass down with a thud. "Oh yeah. You haven't returned any of Razer's emails or phone calls in say three days now and it's because you say you don't want to hurt him yet you're hurting him. He's got a huge gallery opening and instead of being there to support him, you remember, the guy that's broke. The one you said you wanted to enter into a life with. But you treat him like trash when he embraces his past lover. The guy he's ready to give up for a life with you! Am I missing anything here or are you just a stupid, cruel asshole?" "Fuck you!" "Truth hurts, eh?" Trenton clenched his fist. Never had he anticipated falling this hard for a man he barely knew and to see him kissing another man shocked him to the point Trenton ran like a rat. "I told you I'm afraid of hurting him." "Then why did you go to the gallery showing?" "Because…" "Shit. You're pathetic. You have everything you've even wanted waiting for you and you're too arrogant to reach out and grab it. You're not the only guy in the world and Razer has a life too. So get your head unstuck from your ass and talk to him!" "You don't understand what I've had to deal with!"

Dyson snorted. "I understand enough and care about you enough that I went to talk to Razer…" As soon as he said the words, Dyson sucked in his breath, his eyes opening wide. Swallowing, he grabbed the glass off the counter, his hand shaking visibly. "What did you just say?" Trenton glared at him. Dyson looked away, saying nothing. Trenton closed the distance between then and huffed. "I asked you a question. What did you just say? You went to see him behind my back?" Anger rattled through his chest. He'd never felt this level of rage with Dyson and not since...since… Flashes of light spun around the periphery of his vision and his heart thumped raggedly, sending echoes of electric pulses into his ears. Unable to breathe, he grabbed his chest and panted. "Whoa! Are you okay? Shit! Trenton, let's get you into a chair. You're white as a ghost." "No!" Trenton gripped the counter and blinked, concentrating on calming his heart rate. Dyson backed away and sighed. "What's going on with you?" "Why did you do that?" Barely able to get the words out, Trenton took a long sip of his drink before pushing the glass onto the counter. He had to get a grip. "Why?" "Because you care about Razer and you weren't going to tell him." "You had no fucking right! None" Anger flashing through him again and Trenton gasped, panic filling his body. "Look at what you're doing to yourself. This is nuts. It's not like you." "It's my life, damn it! I don't need you or anyone else to interfere." Dyson clucked his jaw and shook his head. Slamming the glass down on the counter, he stalked toward the kitchen door. "We are you going?" Trenton knew he'd hurt Dyson and it wasn't his intension at all. He cared desperately about him but the past was too horrible for him to deal with. "I'm going to my house for a damn change to give you space," Dyson huffed. "I'm sorry." Dyson shook his head and stood still. "I know you are. You need to figure this out, Trenton before it kills you." Hesitating, he turned back briefly. "And while you won't tell me the real

truth about what happened during those years of torture, you need to tell Razer. You both need to heal." Hearing the words stunned him. Caught in a blazing vision of the past, several seconds passed before he turned around. "Wait." As the sound of the front door slamming reverberated into the kitchen, Trenton fell against the counter, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes. Sighing, he sucked in his breath and for the first time in years, he wept. Every action, every deed and every moment of horror flashed in front of his eyes like a slideshow straight from hell. Trenton had never forgiven himself for that period of time. How could he? How could he have succumb to such insanity? Struggling to reach his drink, he managed to get it to his mouth but his hand was shaking so badly the expensive liquid dribbled to the floor instead. Trenton dropped his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Tipping his head back, he laughed through the tears and had no idea what the hell he was going to do. As the sounds of the doorbell floated into the room, he jerked his head up. Maybe Dyson forgot his keys. Maybe. No, that wouldn't happen. With no announcement from the guardhouse meant it was a neighbor. Wiping his eyes, he brushed his hands through his hair and glided toward the front door. Throwing open the door, his mouth dropped open. "Razer." Razer stood in the glowing moonlight, his eyes searing holes in Trenton. "Came I come in?" "How…" Trenton gazed around him into the night. Razer shrugged. "I was driving in as Dyson was coming out." "Come in." His heart aching, Trenton licked his dry lips and for some reason he couldn't look Razer in the eye. Saying nothing, he walked toward the back of the house. "Can I offer you a drink?" "Water." Without giving Razer an option, Trenton poured them both a glass of whisky and pushed one in his direction. "What's on your mind?" "Can we skip the formalities?" Trenton smiled. "Always the upfront one."

"Somebody has to be." Trenton looked way. "Touché. You're absolutely right and before you say it, I was at the gallery. I saw you with that man." "That man is Blake and I told you about him." "It's obvious you care about him." "He's been my best friend for years. I didn't lie to you about him. Blake's moving to LA for a huge promotion," Razer toyed with his drink, twirling the glass in aimless circles. "I think it's more than that." "Damn it! You're as stubborn as I am!" Hissing, Razer moved away from the counter. "When you didn't return my calls, I didn't know what to think." "So Dyson came to talk to you." Obviously surprised, Razer's eyes opened wide. "Yeah. He wanted me to know that you're concerned about something that happened in my past and worried about my nightmares." "I am." Trenton's heart hurt. He longed to reach out to him, to take Razer into his arms but everything about this relationship was wrong. For him. For Razer. "Don't be. Meeting you and knowing your needs match my own has been a Godsend." Razer closed the distance until they were barely a foot apart. "When Dyson told me that you'd had a similar, horrible experience like I did, then I knew Karma was finally telling me it was time to live again. Then you disappeared." Trenton bristled. "He had no right to tell you." "Maybe, but Dyson cares about you like Blake cares about me. He didn't tell me any details, Trenton. What it helped me realize is that you might be the only one that can understand me and respect my needs. It's not that Blake doesn't but he knows I'm not in love with him. Like I suspect you aren't in love with Dyson. Right?" Trenton rubbed his eyes. "You're right. And Dyson knows that as well which is why he gave me this gift." "Then we're in the same boat." "Apparently," Trenton breathed. As Razer moved closer, every part of his body screamed with longing. This was no longer about fucking but about sharing his life and his heart with a

man he adored. Dare he allow himself to feel this way? Closing his eyes, he tried to figure out the best thing for both of them. Tick. Tock. "What are we going to do about it," Razer purred as he slid a finger down the side of Trenton's cheek. "Um…I don't know." His body shaking, Trenton opened his eyes slowly. Seeing the shimmer of love in Razer's eyes startled him but it was exactly what he hoped for. "Do you have any suggestions?" "Let me think" Razer grazed his finger across the seam of Trenton's mouth as he inhaled deeply. "I have a few ideas." Capturing his finger, Trenton sucked the long digit as he pressed the flat of his hand down Razer's muscular chest, caressing every ripple. Inching slowly, it was all he could do to keep from ripping Razer's clothes off. "I think you get my drift." Removing his finger, he moved the slickened tip past the thin material of his shirt. As he flicked his finger across Trenton's nipple, he sighed. "I want you more than I ever thought I could." Chuckling, Trenton pushed the ugly thoughts about their wretched pasts aside and leaned forward, brushing his lips across Razer's. "I want you." His voice a husky whisper, he wrapped his arm around Razer's waist and pulled him into his chest, crushing his lips and forcing his tongue inside Razer's hot, wet mouth. Savoring the essence of the man, he fell into the kiss, their tongues entwining and exploring. Razer brushed his hands down Trenton's back, caressing and kneading. Lowering them to Trenton's ass, he cupped both cheeks and squeezed, grinding his hips back and forth. Trenton moaned into the kiss, stars floating around his eyes causing him to lose his focus. Intense sensations rushed through his body and for several seconds he couldn't breathe. Breaking the kiss, Razer palmed and kneaded his chest. "I'd love to make love with you." His voice barely a whisper, he lifted his head slowly and locked eyes with Trenton, a slight smile curling on his face.

Nodding, Trenton moved back and grabbed his hand, pulling Razer down the hall to his bedroom. For once he wasn't going to think or worry, simply feel and enjoy the power of being in love. Saying the simple word in his mind, joy crashed through his heart sending a shower of tingles to his brain. Could he really be in love? Razer chuckled as he broke the hold and yanked off his shirt. "Hungry?" Trenton purred, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his shirt. "Famished. You?" He pulled off his shoes and began unfastening his pants, keeping his eyes pinned on Trenton. "Dying." Trenton waited as Razer removed his pants and underwear, blazing a long trail down his naked body and sucking in his breath. He wanted nothing more than to taste the stunning man, tasting every single inch of his body. His blood sizzling and he shook his head as he admired. "You are one hot man." Razer sauntered toward him. When they were barely inches away from each other, he unfastened Trenton's pants and pushed the dense material past his hips, allowing gravity to take them to the floor. "So are you." As Razer gripped his cock, holding his aching shaft in his hands and Trenton sighed, kicking out of his pants. "Sweet Lord I want you." Cupping and squeezing Trenton's balls, Razer leaned forward and licked the side of Trenton's neck, slicing a long trail up to his chin. Nibbling on the underside, he breathed a swath of hot air across his heated skin as he wrapped his hand around the base of Trenton's cock, stroking in deliberate moves. Closing his eyes, Trenton fell into the moment of blissful rapture, allowing his lover full access to his body. He let out a strangled breath as Razor licked his mouth. "What do you want?"Razer breathed as he slid his tongue down the other side of Trenton's neck until he reached his collarbone. Easing back, he grinned and pursed his lips. "Would you like me to suck you?" Trenton chuckled, his voice dangerously dark. "That'll do for starters."

Dropping to his knees, Razer held Trenton's dick in both hands, caressing and stroking as he gazed up into Trenton's eyes. Lifting Trenton's shaft, he licked the sensitive underside, taking his time as he squeezed and pumped the base. "Feel good?" "Dear God yes!" Tipping his head back, Trenton moaned. The man knew how to give good head. Resisting grabbing Razer's head and forcing his mouth over his cock, Trenton placed his hands on his hips and allowed the man to play, to enjoy and to take control. "Good." Using his teeth, Razer grazed back up his shaft and darted a series of licks across the slit before sliding his tongue all the way down to the base. Taking a swollen sac into his mouth, he sucked with just enough pressure that Trenton bucked forward, grabbing Razer's head. "Shit! That feels good." Razer repeated the sensuous move with Trenton's other ball, rolling the flesh around his in mouth, sucking as he stroked Trenton's cock in lazy motions. Lifting his head, he slid his tongue across the tip before taking the blood engorged head into his mouth. "Yes." Trenton panted and entwined his fingers in Razer's hair as he slowly pulsed his hips forward. "Take all of me." Engulfing Trenton's cock, Razer took his shaft all the way down until the tip of Trenton's dick his the back of his throat. Holding his stance and the base of Trenton's cock with his hand, he began torturing his cock with even strokes. "Fuck yyyyyeessss!" Trenton tried to hold in the raging beast but as the first drops of precum floated from his sensitive slit, he began fucking Razer's mouth, bucking forward and backward wildly, his heart racing. As white-hot shards of electric heat sizzled his blood, he growled and tipped his head back, roaring. Razer held him tightly, relaxing his throat as Trenton swelled inside. He used his strong jaw muscles to squeeze as he used his hand to clench around the base of Trenton's shaft. The effect was too much. Trenton knew he was going to explode too soon. Longing to be inside his lover, he pushed Razer's shoulders. "Stop, please." But Razer refused to stop. Moving in a manic fashion, he sucked harder with each pass. Trenton tossed his head back, hunger ravaging his body. "No!" Pushing heard, Razer lost his grip and tumbled backward. "I want to be inside you." Holding out his hand, Trenton grinned

and gripped Razer, pulling him to his feet. Brushing his lips across his lover's, he turned him around and eased him onto the bed as he climbed on. Hovering over Razer, his arms locked, he lowered his head and kissed Razer's forehead before licking down the bridge of his nose to his lips. Circling them with the tip of his tongue, Trenton sighed. Razer smiled and ran his hand around Trenton's shoulders, digging his nails into Trenton's flesh. "Make love to me." Trenton growled and eased back onto his haunches as he pushed three of his fingers in to his mouth, slathering them with saliva. "You sure?" "More than sure." Razer breathed as he lifted his legs, pulling them back to his chest. Trenton nodded and lowered his head, kissing Razer softly as he slid his wet fingers over Razer's ass. Finding his dark hole, Trenton pushed his fingers inside, pulsing in and out in slow, even strokes. Rising up, he kept his gaze locked onto Razer as he sighed and licked his lips. "Being with you is wonderful." Razer let out a long breath and closed his eyes. "Yes." Trenton pushed his fingers past the tight ring of muscle. Instantly Razer clenched around the invasion, drawing him deeper inside. Trenton thrust in and out, flexing his fingers open and closed as he watched the beautiful expressions crossing Razer's face. Contentment and lust mixed together in a wonderful moment of pure need. "More?" "Yes," Razer whispered. "How much more?" Razer's eyes opened. Unblinking, a slight smile curled his lips. "Everything." Trenton swallowed and removed his fingers, instantly placing the tip of his cock to the entrance of Razer's tight bud. Palming the bed beside his lover, he slowly pushed his shaft into Razer's ass, until he was all the way inside. "God you're tight." His body shaking, he held the stance as Razer's muscles wrapped around his cock, pulling at him. "Feel good?" "Yes. Ohoh." Arching his back, Razer gripped Trenton's arms, clawing into his flesh. "Please." Grunting, Trenton slid his shaft out until just the tip was inside. Every part of him on fire, he smiled and teased Razer, holding still. "What do you want?" Razer growled and dug his nails into Trenton's arms. "Fuck me!"

Trenton gave him a sullen look before impaling him in one long thrust, driving Razer up from the bed. "Yes!" Moaning, Razer closed his eyes and hissed, his breath coming in scattered gulps. As Trenton plunged into Razer's ass, his actions became more manic, his savage beast fighting to bridge the surface. Never had making love with a man felt this intense. Panting, every part of his body shook from the moments of nearing ecstasy. "I'm not gonna be able to hold it!" He longed for the beautiful moment to continue. As if to answer, Razer changed the angle, enabling him to grab his own cock. Pumping up and down on the length of his shaft, Razer grunted as Trenton continued thrusting into his ass. "Then cum." Pinching his eyes closed, Razer fell into the heated moment of electricity, stroking his cock roughly, pulling at his hardened flesh in harsh tugs. Shuddering, Trenton held his climax at bay until he knew Razer was close to cumming. His hunger building to the point of anguish, he threw his head back and roared. "Aaaaaahhhh!" Exploding into Razer's ass, he could no long feel his legs as his heart thumped into his chest and a shimmer of color flashed across his eyes, marring his vision. "Fuck!" Razer's body bucked up wildly as he pumped his cock, white string of heated cum spilling out over his hand. Trenton gazed down with hazy eyes at the creamy mess and grinned. This was better than he'd imagined.

Trenton and Razer lay together in the aftermath, arms and legs entwined. Trenton aimlessly brushed his thumb across Razer's heated skin, allowing the warmth of their bodies to meld together. "What are you thinking?" "That I could get used to this," Razer breathed. "That's what you're supposed to say." Chuckling, Razer twisted Trenton's nipple in between his fingers. "Yowl. What's that for?" "For ditching me at the gallery. The event was amazing." Trenton sighed. "I'm sorry. I have no doubt you were amazing."

"But you haven't seen my art yet." "I've…I'm sure it's wonderful." Rolling onto his stomach, Razer glanced up into his eyes. "Why do I feel like you're hiding something?" Trenton laughed. "You're too suspicious." "Comes with the nature of my past," Razer hissed, his voice catching. "Will you tell me what happened to you? Do trust me enough to share your secret?" Trenton knew this was the moment for truth and yet he feared every bit of it. He remained quiet stroking Razer's arm. Several seconds ticked by. "I was involved with a group at school. They were into Goth clubs. I wasn't necessarily into the scene but it was something to do. I always wanted something darker than just sex since I was a boy. I heard people that enjoyed my brand of need frequented the clubs." "Brand of needs?" Trenton whispered. He rose onto his knees and straddled Razer's waist. "Again?" "Back rub." Trenton knew he had to try and make Razer even more comfortable if he was going to get the whole story. "Yum." Razer let out a strangled sigh. "Um…so anyway, I met a guy at a bar we all went to a lot. He was very quiet and very professional or so I thought at the time. We started talking and one thing led to another and he asked me back to his house one day." Trenton could tell Razer's tension was increasing. Rubbing his shoulders, he sighed. "And?" "And Tim, that was his name, was good to me. We had sex that night and it was really nice. So we decided to meet again. After a couple of months and my prodding given our conversations he introduced me to his playroom. I enjoyed it for a good two months. Everything was great." "What changed?" Barely able to say the words, Trenton methodically massaged Razer's back and arms. Every part of his body tingling, the deeper Razer went into the story, the more horrible he felt.

"I don't know. I think he was baiting me, drawing me into his little house of hell. I moved into Tim's house and suddenly one by one every freedom started disappearing. He wanted to be head of household so he was, punishing me at first for only a major infraction but then it just got worse. I could do anything and was whipped for it." Razer's breath skipped. "I…I…" "Shhh…you don't have to go on." Trenton moved between Razer's legs and kneaded his lower back, barely able to focus. Swallowing hard, he fought to keep his breathing even. "Yes I do. You need to know why I…have issues. That's when the club started." "The club?" "Yeah. It's a club that was…uh…private. He…Tim…he…" Hearing a hard glitch in Razer's voice, Trenton moved off his body and brushed his hand through his hair. "You're shaking." Razer turned his head. Lifting his hand away, it shook enough they could both see it clearly. "Shit! I'm such a fuck head." Razer sat up slowly and took Trenton's hand. "I know this is bringing up bad memories. I'm sorry." Trenton closed his eyes and shook his head. "No. Please go on. You need to tell this and I need to hear what happened to you." "I…don't know." He pressed his fingers across Razer's mouth and shook his head. "Please. What kind of sex clubs?" Razer hesitated as if debating. "The very private kind." "Meaning?" "Meaning where you show off your slaves to the group members who get to fuck you at will given the right bargaining techniques. Meaning the kind that enjoy whipping and torture and locking you in a cage while they drink copious amounts of alcohol. Then you get to be dragged out and paraded around by your cock as one after another of the men or women has their way with you. The kind that…that…" His eyes opening wide, Razer began to shake violently as bubbles pulsed past his lips.

"Razer. Razer! Oh fuck!" Trenton could tell Razer was completely entrenched in the memory. He knew them well. He remembered every horrible moment, every touch and every strike of the whip until he turned the table. Until he became… "I…I…" Razer gripped Trenton's arms, blinking furiously. "Don't do this. Come back. It's okay. I'm here. I'll take care of you." Trenton wrapped his legs around Razer's waist and drew him in against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down Razer's back. As he rocked him back and forth, he hummed a tune for the first time in more than a decade. It was the only song he sang in his zone and as he hummed softly, fear gripped his heart. Razer cried in his arms and suddenly pushed back against him. "I'm fine." Wiping his eyes furiously, he shook his head over and over again. Trenton cupped Razer's chin and held him still. "What else did the monster do to you?" He licked his lips and sighed, his breath nothing but scratchy pants. "He caged me." Sucking in his breath, Trenton fought wailing to God above. Nothing he'd experienced was on this level, not even when… He could tell there was something else. "What else, honey? What else?" As tears slipped from Razer's eyes, he slowly lifted his head. "He sold me like common trash to the highest bidder. He was tired of me." Gasping, Trenton opened his mouth and allowed a single whimper to escape his lips. "And?" "And…I ran."

****

Razer yawned and stretched. Hazy, he knew exactly where he was and was happier than he had been in years. Rolling over, he anticipated finding Trenton. Instead he was met with an empty bed. Opening his eyes, he tried to focus in the early morning light. Perhaps he was just getting coffee or showering. Lifting his head, he heard nothing but typical house sounds. He shifted and though about the incredible night. Between making love and their conversation, he was at peace and… Actually, Razer Willis was in love.

He rolled back in bed languishing in the feel of the covers and the thoughts of the future before curiosity got the better of him. Climbing out of bed, he tumbled into the bathroom and turned on the light. As he gazed at his reflection he smiled. For the first time he could smile without reservation. He was happy and almost sated. Almost. Razer found a robe on the back of the closet door and slid into the soft material before padding out of the bedroom. Unable to find Trenton anywhere in the house, he sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of juice from the refrigerator. Cracking open the bottle, he gulped half as he stared out the kitchen window, trying to figure out where Trenton could've gone. Suddenly it dawned on him. Gliding down the hall, he noticed the cracked door to the playroom and inched toward. Hesitating briefly, he shook his head and opened the door. Hearing nothing, he could see a hazy light and Razer moved down the stairs softly. When he reached the bottom, he could see Trenton sitting on a bench toward the back of the room, his back to the stairs. "Trenton?" Trenton bristled. "Stay there." The request surprised him. "Why?" "Because I asked you to." "Whoa. What's going on?" And then he got it. Razer knew it had to do with his story. It had to. Of course. Shit. To think he could tell the story to anyone was stupid. He was stupid. Shit! Shit! Shit! Biting back tears, he inched forward. He had to hear the truth. He deserved the fucking truth! "I shouldn't have told you." Trenton laughed. "No. You should have." Razer could hear the strain in Trenton's voice. "Right. You're being kind I can tell. I wish you would've stopped me in the middle before I made a fool of myself." "Is that what you think?" "Obviously." Trenton laughed bitterly. "Then you'd be dead wrong." Confused, Razer bit back an angry retort and flanked Trenton, realizing the man was shaking.

Trenton immediately turned away. "What the fuck are you doing? What are you hiding from me? What's going on here? We were so close last night. You said things no one has said to me, not even Blake. You feeling regret this morning? God!" "That's not it." "Then what?" The sound of silence enveloped them like a strangling blanket. "Then what is it? I deserve to know!" Razer snapped. Trenton exhaled, his breath coming in a long hiss. "It's more than you can understand and more than I can deal with." "What does that mean?" This was far too confusing. Razer closed the distance until he was barely a foot behind his lover. There was no doubt the man was suffering by the sweat that rolled off his naked back. From where he stood, he could tell Trenton had been crying. "Please talk to me. Did my story bring back your memories?" "It's not that. It's…" "Come on here. I took a chance telling you everything that monster did to me. You heard every ugly detail. Can't you trust me by telling me what your monster did to you?" Razer had no idea what to do to help him. Reaching out, he placed his hand on Trenton's shoulder. Trenton flinched and shifted away. "Don't." "Why?" "Because!" The man was infuriating. "Trenton. What's going on? I'll help you through it if you'll allow me to." "You can't help me. You're the last person to help me," Trenton hissed as he lowered his head. "Jesus Christ. Fine. Sulk. I'll bite. Why can't I help you?" "Because you're the victim." "I was and so were you."

"Aaaahhhh!" Trenton threw his head back and wailed. Jerking to his feet, he turned and faced Razer, shaking his head. "No, I wasn't!" So it was a lie? This didn't make any sense. "I don't believe you. Why are you telling me this?" "Because…because…" Trenton brushed his hands through his hair in manic motions and Razer shifted back hearing the sounds of hair ripping. Slowly Trenton lifted his head, his eyes nothing but vacant pools. "Because I wasn't the victim. I was the abuser."

Chapter Seven

Nearly a week passed and Razer found himself barely able to get out of bed. While Blake tried to comfort him, the fact remained he was nearly destroyed from Trenton's information. Never would've he suspected that Trenton was an abuser. Trenton tried to explain his actions but given the evening and their raw emotions, he could barely speak. In the end, Trenton locked himself in his bedroom, refusing to open the door. When Blake left the day before Razer immediately felt the loss. Blake's last words were haunting. You need to talk to Trenton. There's something he's not telling you. Please. Do yourself a favor and just talk to him. How could he? Trenton barely said a sentence about what happened but Razer put the pieces together. He had been involved in a club much like the one Tim dragged Razer to and ended up using and owning a boy to the point the kid was destroyed mentally. No matter what changes Trenton made in his life or atonements he offered, he was a monster through and through. Razer had no energy to face anything and yet the phone continued to ring. Finally checking messages, the one from Andre was encouraging. Every piece of Razer's work had been sold at the ridiculous prices Andre asked for. At least Razer would be able to remain in his townhouse and paint for a few months without worry. Reflecting on Karma had been interesting and the exercise of checking databases to find out the whereabouts of Tim Garner proved to be healing as well. The asshole was serving time for molesting a boy. Served the mother fucker right. Trenton tried to call several times but never left messages and while Razer checked his email daily, there was nothing. Growling, he knew he had to get the guy out of his mind. He grabbed a quick cup of coffee and dressed quickly. Andre needed some paperwork signed and then a solid check for over thirty grand would be in Razer's hand in a matter of days. As he drove to the gallery he thought about the future wondering if the woman from the gallery purchased a piece or two and whether she'd indeed want him to help her locate the perfect place in her house for his work. Perks of the trade, right? Shaking his head, Razer knew

he wasn't that kind of guy. His stomach lurching at the thought, he needed to cleanse his soul and work on his art for a few months until he figured out what else to do. Finding a parking spot close, he walked toward the gallery slowly allowing himself to admire the city streets. This was a new beginning for him and one that he was going to relish and take by the balls if it fucking killed him. Gliding into the gallery, he could see Andre talking on the phone. Andre motioned him over. "Yes, sir. I have no doubt. We'll make sure you get what you need. Actually he just walked into my humble little abode…sure. No, that's fine. I'll be happy to tell him. I don't know but I'll find out for you." Hanging up the phone, Andre crossed his arms. "You're very lucky and I have a feeling you're going to be a wealthy man if you play your cards right." His grin mischievous, he looked up and down the length of Razer before sighing. "What does that mean?" "That means that I just got off the phone with our little art critic friend and your piece is going not only in the Atlanta Times but in the piece he's doing for the syndicate magazine. You're going national. He wants another interview photographing your studio and wants to know when it's convenient. You do remember Jameson, don't you?" "What?" Razer blinked furiously. "Of course I remember. But I can't believe it. Why?" Andre shrugged. "Not only does he like your pieces but there's been enough interest in your work that he's encouraged to move you up in the world." "What does that mean?" The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Razer could smell a set up a hundred yards away. Andre leaned forward. "It means you have some friends in high places." "Who?" Razer demanded. "Oh no you don't. They elected to remain anonymous. What does it matter anyway if you're a wealthy man?" Andre chuckled. "Artists." "I want to know who." "For crying out loud. It doesn't matter." Razer tried to keep his anger in check. Whether it was the woman that wanted payment in bed or someone else, he had to know. "I won't sleep around to get this."

"Sleep around? Honey, what the hell do you think I'm selling here?" Andre's voice held a distinct edge. "Just because you're a pretty boy and from what I've heard you were a sought after model, I don't run that kind of business no matter what you think." Opening his mouth to retort, Razer stared as Dyson strolled in from the back. "It's okay, Andre. He deserves to know," Dyson said quietly. Razer had no idea what to say. "You?" "Andre, can we use your office to talk?" Dyson asked. "Sure. See if you can calm the boy down," Andre hissed. "Talk? What do we have to talk about?" Razer clenched his fists. "More than you know." Dyson nodded toward the back. "Please?" Against his better judgment, Razer nodded and followed Dyson. The story was just getting better and better. As Dyson closed the door, he kept his tone even but anger was building. "Talk." "Fine. Straight and to the point. Trenton purchased nine of the paintings. Now, before you say a damn word, you're going to hear me out. He has clients interested in them." "Why the fuck should I? Let's face it. You two are no better than the fucking assholes I had to work with in modeling. No. Wait. You're worse, you fucking bastard!" Razer growled. While he knew he should bolt and never see any of them again, but he couldn't. He had to know the truth. "Razer. You're talented." "Whatever." Razer looked away. "Is he trying to buy my silence, my affection or both? Andre is in on this too, isn't he? Did he somehow arrange all of this for Trenton? And you? What, is Andre the flavor of the week or is he just your lackey?" "I can understand your anger," Dyson said through clenched teeth. "There's no way you can. Which is it, Dyson?" "Neither. Trenton is part owner of the gallery. The deal came with some other stores that he's a silent partner in. There were some contractual obligations that required Andre to contact one of the partners for permission to have an unknown for a showing. He didn't lie to you that an artist cancelled at the last minute. Drago cancelling was huge."

"And how do you know all of this?" Razer gazed at anything but Dyson, yet he couldn't help stealing glances at his haunted face. He knew the artist and was surprised. That kind of a lie would be hard to hide. Dyson sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Look. It's been a long few days. I could barely get Trenton out of bed and that's not like him. No matter what you think, you're wrong about him and about what happened over twenty years ago." "I don't think so. He told me clearly that he was the abuser and I want no part of it. I'm sure he told you my dirty little secret and my embarrassment for my stupidity thinking I cared about a man who's little more than a monster himself. I'm sure he relished in knowing he used the same level of mental coaching and persuasion to get me to trust him. Why? I've been in the playroom. Were the two of you really going to use me as your new slave? Were you going to keep me locked in a cage so I lost the rest of my life? Do you think I'm that stupid?" His chest heaving, Razer could barely breathe. Gripping the edge of the desk, he dropped his head, admonishing his trust, his belief. It would never happen again. Dyson said nothing for several minutes. Walking to the small window that overlooked a back alley, he stood staring, barely blinking. "There was something haunting Trenton. He told me after the first two months we were together that he'd been abused. It was really hard for him to talk about and honestly, I couldn't understand much of what he went through. How could anyone fathom something so horrendous?" The sound of Dyson's strangled voice kept Razer quiet. "Anyway, Trenton told me a few stories about what happened to him over time. I allowed him to tell me when he could. He was a kid, barely eighteen when he got involved with them. They were an international group that sold kids into slavery but he didn't know that. His owner took a liking to him so for several years Trenton was allowed certain privileges the other boys weren't. Then everything changed when they had a new owner come into the group. I couldn't get much out of Trenton but from what I gathered he was a real monster." Dyson clucked his jaw. He'd read enough about the middle-eastern slave trades to know they were the worst. Selling boys and girls into slavery for Sheiks was profitable and the kids were

never seen again. Beaten and used as nothing more than fuck machines, their life of servitude usually ended early from torture. Shivering, he tried to envision such horrors. Dyson stole a glance before continuing. "When everything changed with this new freak coming into the fold things got dicey and new kids were being traded in and out all the time. Trenton's owner certainly didn't have clout. So…" Sighing, he shook his head. "So the new owner took a liking to Trenton and a forced deal was made. Of course he mistreated Trenton and as you can imagine, Trenton didn't take to his new owner well so he fought back and…" Closing his eyes, Dyson shook his head. From where Razer stood he could see a tear slip from Dyson's eye. His heart racing, he moved toward Dyson knowing the story was the truth. "What happened?" "The freak gave Trenton a choice. Either beat and rape a new boy or take his place with every owner that stood hungry and waiting." "Shit!" Razer could barely believe what he was hearing. "What…" Dyson shook his head and wiped his eyes. "Yes, Trenton beat the boy but he could go no further." "That meant…" Fuck! In his wildest imagination he couldn't visualize the horrors Trenton had gone through. Dyson waved his hand. "He wouldn't tell me and you know, I didn't ask but he did say he was able to escape and he was able to get the boy away with him but by that point the kid was catatonic. You know most of this story we'll never be able to confirm but I was able to check on this kid. I found some newspaper articles about the missing boy and several others at the time. There was a rash of kidnappings because of this gang of fucking savages." A sense of love filled Razer's heart. No wonder Trenton couldn't tell him the entire story. Given what he knew about Razer's past, for him to harbor such guilt when he was the hero was unbelievable. "Anything on the boy?" "All I know is that the boy was reunited with his family and they were going to get him help. I haven't looked any further and I'm not sure I want to know," Dyson whispered as he stared at Razer. "Now do you understand? It took everything Trenton had to make a man of himself and he's fought harder than most. You know what the oddest thing about this is?"

"What?" Razer closed the distance and took Dyson's hand, intertwining their fingers together. Dyson swallowed hard and pressed his fingers across Razer's cheek. "I have no idea why either one of you would want to have anything to do with playrooms or the thought of being tied up. I don't understand. Can you tell me why so I can try and understand?" It was a good question. Sighing, Razer tried to find the right words. "Because it's something that we both crave and enjoyed certain aspects of the lifestyle. Because it's about the most extraordinary level of trust that two people can share. For me and perhaps for Trenton I suspect now that I know about what he endured, it's about healing and righting horrible wrongs. Karma has an interesting way of making us relive our horrors and either face them or delve into our own private worlds of insanity. Trenton and I lived that way for too many years. Our private monsters stole our needs and a part of our souls. It's time to stop the vicious cycle." Dyson allowed the words to settle before nodding. "Then I have to ask you two very important questions and if either one of them is no, I'll leave you here today. But I refuse to have you throw your life or your talent away and you'll be a part of this gallery for as long as you want to be. Fair enough?" Razer smiled as a new level of peace entered his system. "Fair enough." "Do you love Trenton? Do you trust him?" As the simple questions raced to the back of his mind and stilled his heart, he knew the answer immediately and the joy that filled his soul brought tears to his eyes. "With all that I am and all that I have." Dyson smiled, his eyes darting back and forth across Razer's. Yanking his body forward, Dyson hugged him tightly. "You're amazing. You're both amazing. I'm so damn happy!" As Razer pulled back, he wiped the tears from Dyson's cheek and smiled. "And you're a wonderful friend to both of us." Dyson looked away. "Please don't tell me there's something else."

"I have an idea. One that I think one that will really allow both of you to get rid of your monsters. I think it's going to be more difficult than you know so I want you to think about it before you agree." Narrowing his eyes, Razer nodded. "Tell me." Dyson shook his head. As Dyson explained his idea, Razer smiled. It was the perfect suggestion and one that would either bring them together or shove them apart or good, but it was worth the risk. Either way, it was something they both needed. "I'll do it."

****

"I don't want to be here," Trenton hissed as he climbed out of the passenger seat and stared at the marquis. "You know better than to bring me here, especially now." "I had to get you out of the damn house. You were driving me crazy," Dyson sniffed as he locked the door. "You're going to follow me or else." "Damn it!" "You own the club, Trenton. Yet you've never even been into it!" "I own a small portion of Club Trinity and you know damn well why I've never been here other than to sign the bloody papers." Why in the hell would Dyson do this? He'd barely slept over the past week and going out was rough enough. To be forced to go to a sex club was too much to ask. "Then why did you spend so much money putting together a playroom?" "Because…" Hell, that was a good question. Dyson eased in front of him and took his hand, bringing Trenton's palm to his lips. "Trust me." "Said the spider to the fly." Chuckling, Dyson held out his hand. "Come on. We'll just stay for thirty minutes. I think this will be the beginning of your healing process." "I'm already healed, Dyson."

"Then why haven't you confronted Razer and told him told him the complete truth?" Opening and closing his mouth, Trenton shook his head. He'd longed to tell Razer every ugly detail but he knew his lover would never allow him back into his life, not after the betrayal and not after learning part of the truth. His heart ached. "I tried and he refuses." "Uh-huh. Let's go." Pulling Trenton toward the entrance, they brushed past security and into the club. Trenton had been in the club during the daytime signing papers and surveying activities before purchasing a portion of the club. His attorneys handled everything else. Seeing the colorful neon lighting and shimmering LED's pulsing throughout the darkened space was inviting but his heart raced knowing what was happening behind closed doors. He gazed at the signs above the doors. There was a room for almost every type of proclivity from group sex to voyeurism, BDSM and vanilla spanking. No matter how high or low your level of kink was, Club Trinity could meet it. "I can tell you like what you see," Dyson pressed a kiss along the side of Trenton's neck as he drew him further into the bowels of the club. "The designer did well," Trenton acknowledged as the bar and center portion of the club came into view, the elliptical design banking the center allowing access on all sides. Rows of tables surrounded the area. A dance floor with streaming lights and heady beats was nestled in the corner. While Club Trinity was primarily a sex club, many patrons came to enjoy and simply watch the erotic activity. By the looks of collared and uncollared guests, there seemed to be a fairly equal number of Dom's to subs. Every corner of the joint packed, Trenton could easily see why the place was so popular. The managers kept the place clean, well run and trouble free. "You were the designer my friend." "Tell me what we're here for again. Exactly?" Trenton's blood sizzled as they passed an open door. As sounds of intense flogging floated out and his heart skipped, creating an echo of thumps in his ears. "A few drinks and a bit of relaxation." Dyson headed for a booth in the far corner of the room.

Trenton could tell there was purpose in Dyson's step and as they neared the large table surrounded by red leather, instinct kicked in. "Who are we meeting?" "Meeting?" Dyson stopped and turned, gazing into Trenton's eyes. "Whatever do you mean?" "I know that bad boy look. What do you have up your sleeve?" Dyson moved behind him and wrapped his hands around Trenton's waist. "This is long overdue." Trenton's eyes opened wide as he was pushed forward. "Razer." Barely able to breathe, he bit his lower lip as the gorgeous man stood. Flanked by the man he'd seen in the gallery, Razer stood and nodded. Dressed in tight leather pants and a flowing white silk shirt, Razer reminded him of a dream he never wanted to stop living. "I'm glad you came," Razer said as he moved from the booth. "This must be Blake," Dyson said, inhaling deeply as his eyes sparkled. Trenton smiled sensing an instant connection. "Did Dyson put you up to this?" "Let's just say he convinced me," Razer took Trenton by the hand. "Blake, allow me to introduce you to Trenton Masters and Dyson Withers." Blake tipped his head and smiled, his eyes darting the length of Dyson. "You've been holding out on me, Razer. Your friends are positively edible." Trenton burst out laughing, tension easing from his body. "This could prove to be an interesting evening." He nodded to Blake and then Dyson as the two men shook hands. Suddenly there was enough testosterone in the room to fill an entire evening with blazing sex. Smiling, he thumbed Razer's palm absently, inhaling his rich scent and spicy cologne. Everything about Razer turned him the hell on. Razer glanced back and forth between Blake and Dyson and grinned. "Why didn't I think of this little pairing before?" "Why indeed," Blake purred. "I've missed you," Trenton sighed as he tried to figure out how to apologize, thankful that Dyson cared about him so much.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted to talk to you." Pulling his hand away, Razer wrapped his arms around Trenton and pulled him into the heat of his body. "You still me." Capturing Trenton's mouth, he kissed him gently before pressing his tongue deep inside Trenton's mouth, French kissing him in a slow and passionate manner as he brushed his hands up and down Trenton's back. Trenton shivered as he fell into the kiss, his heart racing from nothing but unadulterated desire. His cock twitched and for a minute he contemplated encouraging Razer to try one of the rooms. "I think we might want to leave the two love birds alone to play," Dyson cooed. "I think you're right. Care to dance?" Blake asked, his voice dropping to a dangerously sensuous level. Breaking the kiss, Trenton turned his heated gaze to the two men as they sauntered off and chuckled. "Zero to sixty in less time than it took us." "You know what? Those two are the only reason we're together. I'm thrilled," Razer cupped Trenton's ass, kneading as he nipped Trenton's lower lip, taking the tender flesh inside his mouth. The move so intimate and so telling, Trenton sighed and closed his eyes. Grinding his hips back and forth across Razer's, he could tell the man was in as much need as he was. "You too, huh?" Razer purred as he moved back. "Sit. I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of champagne." He led Trenton to the table and as they set down, Razer gave him a wicked look. "You keep looking at me that way and we won't talk much." As Razer poured a glass of bubbly and refilled his glass, he inhaled deeply and let his breath out in a slow and languishing manner. "I hope that's true." "What are we celebrating?" Trenton knew in his heart why Dyson suggested the club for both of them. This was the moment that would either be cathartic, dragging Karma smack in the middle of their lives again or it would break them both. If they could survive their combined pasts and the club even for one night, they might be on their way to healing. "To throwing monsters away and beginning a new life together." Razer raised his glass.

"Together." As they clinked glasses, Trenton knew what Razer felt and yet Trenton wanted to be the first one to say the words. "Razer, I love you. I won't be the perfect man or the perfect lover but I can promise I'll never keep anything from you again. Can you trust me?" Razer licked around the edge of his glass and nodded. "I have no idea how this happened but I fell in love with you the first minute I saw you. I trust you completely." As they leaned in and kissed, Trenton could swear he heard angels singing, forgiving him.

****

Razer lay in bed savoring the feeling of the soft sheets on a lazy Sunday. In the two months since he'd moved in with Trenton, he'd been blissfully happy. His art was selling well and working in Trenton's company was much more exciting than he had anticipated. They'd openly shared every ugly detail about their past and then literally wrote their horrible stories down on pieces of paper, each forgiving themselves before rolling the damning notes into scrolls and tying a red ribbon signifying blood lost and love found. Placing the scrolls into an ebony painted box, the lock was forged of steel and the key throw into a nearby landfill. Together they buried the box in the backyard, planting a scarlet rose bush directly on top. Afterwards they'd cried and held each other until night fell with the promise that the past was never to be mentioned again. Razer wiped a tear from his eye thinking about the beautiful moment and the second Trenton walked back into their bedroom, his cock standing at full intention, two glasses of champagne in his hand, his heart swooned. "That's the kind of morning greeting I want to for the rest of my life." "Think you can handle me?" Trenton cooed as he handed Razer a glass before easing onto the bed. "Hmmm…I might need another taste before I let you know for sure." "That can be arranged. Let's toast." Razer sat up and scooted closer to Trenton, folding his legs over Trenton's. "What are we celebrating?"

"Some news." "Wait. I have news first." Razer kept the snazzy bit of information from Trenton for an entire day, trying to figure out how to tell him. "All right. You go first," Trenton teased. "I had a call from Blake yesterday. Seems that Dyson is going to be moving to LA." Razer smiled as Trenton thought about the news. "They're…really?' Beaming from ear to ear, Trenton smiled. "That's wonderful." "Get this, they're talking about getting married." "What? Those buggers," Trenton said, laughing. "I said more than that. We might be attending a wedding in the spring. What's your news?" As a mischievous glint crossed Trenton's face, Razer groaned. "Seems you've been holding out on me. Do you know a Mrs. Worthington?" "Who? No." Razer met a few of his clients selling his work but the name didn't ring any bells. "Is she interested in a painting?" "I'll say and more than one. Mrs. James Sutterling Worthington? Seems she's a huge fan of yours. Said she met you at the gallery opening and loved your work so much she wants to commission you for several pieces. Oh, and Andre also said she brought in get this, fifteen of her friends that want you too. I wonder in how many ways." Trenton grinned. Razer narrowed his eyes. Why did the name sound familiar? Suddenly it dawned on him. "You mean…" His hand shaking, he took a gulp of champagne. "As is the Governor's wife?" "The very one and a real Southern Bell. Daddy owns half of Atlanta. So a toast and if you ever hold out on me like this again, I'll beat your ass. By the way, we have a contract to talk about. You know the one I mean." "Contract eh?" Razer sighed. They hadn't discussed his supposed contract through Male Order in two weeks. Hmmm… Feeling a bit naughty, he moved back from Trenton and grabbed his glass. "What are you doing?" Trenton purred. "Lie down." "What?"

Trenton let out a long slow breath. "Then you're going to tell me what you're doing." "Perhaps," Razer took a long sip of the champagne and held it in his mouth as he set both glasses down. Crawling in between Trenton's legs, he wrapped his hand around Trenton's cock, stroking and caressing before lowering his head and pressing his shaft inside his full mouth. "Aaaahhhh!" Trenton roared, arching his back up from the bed. "What the shit!" As tiny bubbles floated out of his mouth and trickled down Trenton's dick to his balls, pooling across the shimmer of his skin, Razer sucked and caressed, going down on Trenton's cock as he squeezed his balls. Every action more crazed and hungry, Razer drew Trenton's shaft up to the tip, dragging his tongue across the sensitive slit before engulfing the entire length of Trenton's throbbing dick. "God you're going to… Shit!" Trenton moaned as he pitched his head back as he bucked his hips, pumping into Razer's mouth. Their actions growing wilder by the minute, he clawed at Razer's head, entwining his fingers in his long locks and forcing his head up and down. "Fuck…I can't…" Using his strong jaw muscles to clamp down over Trenton's cock, he continued his frenetic actions, refusing to let his lover go. He drove Trenton's dick into his mouth as his lover's breathing came in scattered pants and whimpers. "Ooohhhh!" Trenton groaned. Encouraged, Razer picked up his speed, drawing his cock inside his hot mouth, each pass slamming against the back of his throat. Squeezing Trenton's balls roughly, he knew there was no holding back. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Trenton exploded into Razer's mouth as his body thrashed up and down on the bed. Panting, his muscles jerked involuntarily as Razer licked and cleaned Trenton's cock and balls. "Seems like I made my point." Razer grinned as he eased back, wiping his mouth. "What the hell was that about?" Trenton struggled to sit up as he glanced at Razer grinning. "That my friend is what we call contract negotiations. I think we're done with Male Order, don't you?" As he watched the twinkle in Trenton's eye turn into something deeper, Razer sighed. Karma was indeed on his side.

The End

About the Author Cassandre Dayne began writing in her early teens penning everything from science fiction to romantic poetry. Unfortunately she allowed her love of writing to take a back seat to real life, but ideas for very wicked stories never fully left her mind. Suddenly awakened by the rampant fantasies and untold stories of characters that flowed through her dreams every night and filtered into her daylight hours, she could hold back the creative process no longer. Writing highly erotic stories and novels delving into all your most secret sensual fantasies, she is published with Rebel Ink Press and several short stories and novellas will be coming out in the next few months. In addition, she is the new radio show host at Robin Falls Red River Radio for their erotic writers corner debuting in January 2011. Tentatively titled "Sensual Writings – Dare To Take the Plunge," the first show will air on blog talk radio on January 31st. Enter her many worlds where dreams and fantasies become realities and the desires for all things decadent hopefully will keep readers intrigued for many years to come. Visit her website www.cassandredayne.com for a taste of her spicy world, trailers and free reads. Married and currently living in a small town in Virginia with her two wondrous four legged friends, her world is filled with endless possibilities of the future. Remember...... always dare to take the plunge!