Three Wishes - 1 

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Three Wishes 
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Copyright  2010 by Sean Michael 
Cover illustration by Alessia Brio 
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Three Wishes - 2 

Three Wishes 

By Sean Michael 

Prologue 

"Listen to me, you sneaky little fuck..." 
James slammed his hand down on the desk, snarling 

into his headphones. "No. No fucking way, Warren. You 
listen to me. I want that equipment delivered, and I want 
it delivered quietly and on time. We spend an amazing 
amount of capital with your company, and I have clients 
arriving in twelve hours." 

Twelve hours to get the compound ready for three 

scenarios. Then five days to ensure that everything went 
off without a hitch. He had been planning this week for 
three months, and getting the table in was the last piece 
of a vicious fucking puzzle. 

Three months of work for an income of one and a 

half million dollars. 

James would be damned if Warren's lack of planning 

on the mainland fucked this up. He got the assurances he 
needed, Warren sniveling and simpering, the fool. The 
last thing he wanted to hear when he finally hung up on 
the man was a sharp knock on his door. 

"What?" He didn't allow visitors in his cabin. 
Guard's voice came through the door. "Let me in, 

James. Your fucking phone has been busy all damn 
day." 

"I'm been working." Asshole. He wheeled over to the 

door, checked the monitor. "Are you alone?" 

"No, I have twenty naked twinks with me waiting to 

rush you as soon as the door's open. Of course I'm alone, 
James. Come on." He could almost hear Guard's eyes 
roll. 

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He worked the locks open, one after another, click, 

click, click. 

Asshole. Pushy, bossy, beautiful fucking asshole. 
He swung the door open. "What do you want? I'm 

working." 

"I want to check in with you and make sure we're all 

set for this week. I have clients to greet at the airport in 
less than two hours, and I've been trying to get a hold of 
you since this morning." Big, blond, and beautiful, 
Guard towered over him, all muscles and stupid 
Hawaiian shirts. 

"That shirt is atrocious." He wasn't going to back up, 

even an inch. Except that he couldn't shut the door with 
Guard there. 

Guard's annoyed look was replaced by a shit-eating 

grin, and he brushed at his shoulder with one hand. As if 
lint would be caught dead on anything as atrocious as 
that. "I like it. It brings out my eyes." 

"So would a sharp spoon." James wheeled himself 

backward. 

"You're in a fine mood." Guard stepped in, closing 

the door behind him and coming toward James. 

James kept backing up. "I'm busy." Too busy to play 

with Guard. Too-too. 

"Then let's get right down to business. Where are we 

with the medical?" Guard hit a few buttons on his 
iPhone and looked at James expectantly. God, the son of 
a bitch was beautiful. 

"All set but the table and the lights. I have 

confirmation from Warren that delivery is in four and a 
half hours." 

"That's cutting it close. The doctor wants a chance to 

look things over before the patient comes in." 

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"He can look in the morning before the scenario 

starts. I have a private meal arranged for both parties." 
Their scenario didn't start until seven a.m. 

"The doctor comes in at five, the patient at seven, and 

we've set them up on two different ends of the island. 
The last thing we need is for them to run into each other 
before the fantasy begins." Guard's voice was deep and 
husky. A voice for seduction. 

James ignored Guard's voice and his so very loud 

shirt. "That's your job, stud. Lock the patient in his cabin 
if you have to. Whatever. How about Mr. Valenti? 
That's a delicate situation, and I want it handled right." 

Body modifications were a sensitive thing, and that 

man was in for a week, paid double. 

"All the forms have been filled out, as have the 

waivers. He has a private cabin. It was a smart move, 
bringing in medical fetish guy's partner as a consultant 
on Mr. Valenti's fantasy -- an excuse to get him here, but 
nothing really for him to do. With Mr. Valenti, that is." 
Guard scrolled through his iPhone, made a few 
notations. 

"That's what you brought me in for." James checked 

his files. "I have a group of five pros in for the 
Vicuna/Nedders scenario. Medical files on record, no 
one new. Oh. Kevin Matthews has given notice; he got a 
movie deal. We'll need to hire a replacement leather 
daddy for an on-call status." 

"No shit? That sucks -- he was fucking good at his 

job. Five pros, huh? Can you double check we have 
enough kitchen staff and food on hand?" Guard was 
good with details. Not as good as he was, but good. 

"Absolutely. Carmen and Luis are in the kitchen, and 

they brought in Carlos and Tino. No booze available for 
any scenario, as requested." 

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"Cool. The Vicuna/Nedders couple are already here, 

ensconced in their private bungalow. Everyone else is 
still running on schedule. So from what I can see, we're 
good to go." Guard looked up from his electronic files, 
met his gaze. 

"Of course we are. I made the arrangements. Have 

you heard from Damien?" 

One of Guard's eyebrows went up. "You mean in 

recent history?" 

"No, I mean in your lifetime." Jackass. 
Guard stuck out his tongue. "I've had the same 

fucking business emails you have. That's it." 

"Huh. He'll have to stop in eventually. He'll need 

money." James wasn't stupid. He cut all the credit cards 
off if the sneaky bastard didn't check in. 

"I suppose." Guard shrugged and shook his head. 

"Whatever." Then the light blue, laser eyes were trained 
on him. "You going to have dinner with me tonight, 
after all the guests are settled?" 

His body responded immediately, viciously, the 

desire that he ignored every second of every day 
flooding him. Torture. Having Guard this close and not 
begging for a touch was torture. 

"Sure. Carmen's making me pizza." 
Guard smiled warmly. "Chicken and onions?" 
He nodded. "Feta cheese." 
"Make it a double and tell her I want the nice cream 

soda, not that pink Crush shit." 

"Spoiled brat." 
"I just have good taste. In men as well as food." He 

could feel Guard's look, right in his gut. 

He opened his mouth, then spun around, headed back 

for his computer. Guard deserved someone whole. 
James didn't participate in the physical world if he could 
help it. 

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James heard a low growl and something that sounded 

suspiciously like "damned stubborn asshole," and then 
Guard called out, "I'll see you at ten," and the door 
slammed closed behind him. 

James closed his eyes, let himself remember when 

there were three of them -- healthy, whole, laughing, 
loving. If the boys would just give up on him, this whole 
thing would go easier. 

Guard was proving to be stubborn, though, and 

Damien was probably too mean. 

The phone rang, caller ID showing the number for 

their pilot's cell. 

Time to get back to work. 

Three Wishes - 7 

Chapter One 

Guard changed into a lilac shirt with huge green and 

yellow flowers on it. He had matching shorts, but they 
were probably a bit much. Instead, he put on his bright 
yellow board shorts and his flip flops. 

Grabbing his clipboard with maps, room service 

menus, keys, and stuff attached, he walked down to the 
water, where the deck ran out into the ocean. Aldo 
would be here any minute with their medical fetish 
client. What his name? 

Guard checked his clipboard -- it would be better not 

to call the guy med fetish to his face. Names were a 
good thing and made the clients feel comfortable. 

Sage Q. Williams. 
Sage. 
What kind of name was that? 
He'd bet the man's mother was a hippy. Or at least 

had been when Sage was born. He would keep that tidbit 
to himself, too. 

The radio on his belt went off and he picked it up. 

"Guard." 

"It's Aldo, we're three minutes out." 
"Thanks." 
He clipped the radio back on his belt and waved to 

Carmen's nephew Luis. The kid came trotting over with 
the wagon for luggage, and they made their way down to 
the end of the dock together. 

"Buenos tardes, Señor Guard. Is the man for cabin D, 

si?" 

"Si. He's Señor Williams." 
"Si." Luis nodded, smiled at him. The kid wouldn't 

remember for ten minutes, but it didn't matter. After 
tonight, no one would see Sage Williams until it was 
time to fly back to L.A. 

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He heard the motor of the plane and shaded his eyes. 

There it was. Cool. He was ready to get everyone tucked 
in and go see J. Maybe tonight was the night. He 
laughed a little to himself. Right. He had faith, though. 
He had talked to Damien back at the beginning of this 
nightmare, and they weren't fucking letting James just 
fade off. Not now. Not tomorrow. 

The plane eased down, landing in the water with 

surprisingly little splash before heading to the dock. 
Guard watched as it came in and waved when he could 
see their client through the little window. 

As soon as the plane stopped next to the dock, Luis 

grabbed the rope Aldo threw and Guard moved up to 
open the door for their guest. "Good evening, Mr. 
Williams. Welcome to the island." 

"Thank you." Sage was lovely, muscled and tanned, 

bright blue eyes picking up the colors of the sea. 

"I'm Guard, and if there's anything I can do for you 

while you're with us, you just need to hit the pound sign, 
then three on your phone. Zero gets you the concierge 
on duty, though, and he can probably help you with 
most of your needs." He could see Luis had the luggage 
ready to go. "If you'll come with me, please." 

"Of course. I... I was told that everything would be 

arranged for tomorrow." 

"Yeah, everything's ready for you. And the kitchen is 

at your disposal this evening -- they'd be happy to 
prepare whatever you'd like." He led the man to the little 
golf cart Luis was loading the luggage into. 

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. I'm... I'm a little nervous." 
Guard would bet the farm that Sage was more than a 

little nervous. 

"Everything's set up to run as smoothly as possible. 

It's our job to make sure your fantasy happens just the 

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way you want it. So if there's anything I can do to make 
you feel more comfortable..." 

"I... I just. I've never done anything like this before, 

you know?" 

"It wouldn't be a fantasy if you had." Guard had a lot 

of experience soothing nervous guests. Hell, he knew 
being nervous enhanced the whole thing for most 
clients. 

Sage's laugh was warm, self-deprecating. "I guess 

you're right." 

"Of course I am." He gave Sage a wink and turned 

the golf cart up the long drive to the private bungalow 
he'd assigned the guy. 

"It's lovely here. Is there a place to swim?" 
"You've got a pool behind your bungalow." There 

was also the entire ocean, but they didn't have life 
guards. Besides, most of the guests were looking for 
privacy, and while there were no outsiders here, there 
were other guests. 

"Excellent. Is it private?" 
"Of course. Your privacy is assured." 
"Thanks." Sage looked around, smiled. "I hope I can 

sleep tonight." 

"I could have a masseuse brought in, or someone to 

guide you through some meditation." Unless he missed 
his guess, though, the nerves and lack of sleep were part 
of the fantasy. 

"I... Can I think about it? I really need to find my 

headspace." 

"Of course. You can ring the concierge or me if you 

need anything at all." 

Sage nodded. "Thank you. I know I'm being a 

nervous Nelly, I just... This is such a big deal for me." 

Guard pulled up in front of the man's bungalow and 

clapped a hand on his shoulder. "It's the chance of a 

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lifetime, and I hope it gives you what you want." He 
wanted to be a fly on the wall, actually. It was amazing 
what made some people tick. Amazing and fascinating, 
even when it otherwise seemed weird. 

"I do, too. Thank you." Sage stood up, smiled back at 

him. "Will... someone come get me tomorrow?" 

"Yes. At seven thirty. He won't speak, he'll simply 

lead you to the place where you'll... see the doctor." 

"Oh. Okay." The man pinked, but the tent being 

erected in the loose pants Sage wore was impressive. 

Man, it took all kinds. It really did fascinate him, the 

things people wanted. The things people needed. That 
thought sent his mind back to James, back to those near 
black eyes, the pointed chin, the brilliance. 

He was smiling as he helped Luis get Sage's bags into 

his bungalow. "If you need anything at all..." He handed 
over the keycard and the information pamphlets. 

"I... My safe word is on file. My... the doctor will 

know it?" 

"He'll have your file, yes. Should you use your safe 

word, everything will stop." 

Sage grinned at him. "That's comforting. Thank you. 

I'll call about my dinner decisions." 

"Terrific. Enjoy your fantasy, Mr. Williams." 
"Thank you." 
Guard made sure his client made it into the cabin, 

luggage and all, before he left. 

He drove the golf cart back to the dock to let Luis off 

and glanced at his watch. He had about an hour before 
the next guests came in. Maybe he could go find some 
flowers to bring with him for dinner. 

*** 

Three Wishes - 11 

"Señor James? The men are all in their cabins and 

settled, and the big house is ready." Carmen smiled at 
him, put a huge pizza on his dining table. 

James checked the last few items off his to-do list. 

The main house held the kitchen and housed the staff. 
He'd make sure the morning alarm would get the staff up 
early enough to deal with the beginning fantasies, 
though if he knew Carmen, she already had that well in 
hand. "Thank you, ma'am. The pizza smells amazing." 

"It does. Whatever did we do to deserve you?" Guard 

came in and kissed Carmen's cheek. "And you got me 
the good cream soda. Thank you." 

"De nada." Carmen hugged Guard tight. "You boys 

try to rest, si?" 

"We'll be fine." Guard gave her a one-armed hug and 

turned half away as he locked the door behind her. 

James shivered, watching that fine ass. Even if it was 

covered in the loudest fucking yellow pair of board 
shorts known to man. 

"Everything good?" 
"Yep." Guard turned and then brought his hand 

around in front of him, holding out a bouquet of flowers 
at him. 

His eyebrow rose. "Daisies?" He loved fucking 

daisies. 

"Yep." There had to be two dozen of them. "I had to 

drive all over the island to find them." 

"They're beautiful." He hadn't seen any in months. 
"I'm glad you like them." Guard grabbed a vase from 

the top of one of his bookcases and put the daisies in it, 
then set it on the table. 

James got himself over to the table. "Everyone seems 

settled." 

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"Yeah. Williams is a little nervous, but he's here 

without his lover. Or so he thinks. The Vicuna/Nedders 
pair are ecstatic." Guard sat in the chair next to him, 
laser-blue eyes trained on him. 

"And our modification man?" He was not going to 

get hard. Not. 

"Already asleep. There's nothing for us to do but 

enjoy the rest of the evening." 

James nodded, knowing full well his cheeks were 

burning, damn it. "Grab a plate." 

"That's not what I want to grab." 
"What?" His hands slid a little. 
"You heard what I said." Guard was looking at his 

mouth. 

"There's pizza." He wasn't going to do this. 
"I'd rather have you." 
"When are you going to give up on this?" He was 

broken. Permanently. 

"I'm going to haunt you when we're both dead, J." 
"You two would be happier if you just forgot about 

me." He waved his hand. They'd had this discussion 
before. More than once. "Pretend I'm virtual." 

Guard growled and grabbed his hand. "Why don't 

you let me be the judge of what's going to make me 
happy?" 

"Don't touch me, damn it." He stared at their joined 

hands. He couldn't do this with Guard touching him. 

"Why not? Do you know how much I want to do 

more than touch your hand?" Guard's voice stayed soft, 
the note of pleading in it enough to break his heart. 

"Guard. Don't do this. We all decided this was best." 
"No. No, I don't think we decided anything. You laid 

down the law. End of story." Those blue eyes wouldn't 
let him look away. 

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It was all he could do to gulp in one breath after 

another. 

"J..." Guard leaned toward him, moving in slow 

motion. 

"I..." 
The rap on the door was loud, sharp, rattling the 

house. "Let me in, asshole. I smell pizza." 

Damien. 
Fuck him. 
Fuck him raw. 

*** 

He pushed his hair back over his shoulder, looking 

over the assholes he had the misfortunes to be hooked 
up with. "Guard. Wheels. Que tal?" Then Damien 
walked over and grabbed a piece of pizza. 

"What are you doing back, man? I haven't cut you off 

yet." 

Damien shrugged at James. "Got bored. Also, the 

dude who's into the hard-core mods? I wanted to see the 
end results. I mean, damn. He's like a fucking romance 
novel cover model -- perfect hair, perfect skin... That's 
deeply fucked up." 

"If you're going to have dinner with us, the least you 

could do was sit like a decent human being." Guard 
looked ticked off. Or maybe put out. Or maybe he just 
needed to get laid. 

"What? I'm not invited?" Damien knew better. James 

loved him, and Guard needed his ass, his cock, his 
mouth -- all of it. "You got any booze, Wheels?" 

"We're dry this week, Dame. Sit already." Guard's 

eyes followed his every movement. Oh, yeah, the man 
was hungry. 

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Damien nodded, his ponytail heavy with the damned 

humidity. James looked exhausted -- stupid fuck, always 
working. "So, tell me the mod fantasy guy I found is 
perfect." 

"More perfect than me?" Guard batted his eyelashes 

and winked. 

"For this job? Yeah." He blew Guard a kiss, grinned. 

"Tell me there are cameras." 

"Damien." James stared. "Have you lost your mind?" 
Guard just shook his head. "They're here for their 

fantasies, not ours." 

Goody Two Shoes, the pair of them. "Jesus, you two 

are hidebound." He took another piece of pizza, 
munching down happily. He'd been busy -- of course, he 
was already plucking out players for scenarios months 
away. 

Guard stuck his tongue out and began to eat. 
"So, I'm staying a couple of days, at least. I need to 

let some things marinate. Can I stay here with you, 
Wheels?" 

James looked at him. "You have a cabin." 
"I get lonely." 
"What am I? Fucking chopped liver?" Guard had 

stopped eating again to glare. 

"Nope. I was hoping you were fucking James." Not 

that any of them had done that in a long damn time. 

Instead of bitching back at him, Guard sighed. "I was 

hoping so, too." The man shot James a look. 

"Are we still pretending that we can't fuck because 

your legs are messed up?" Damien wasn't sure if that 
was it or if it was just Puritan guilt. 

"I don't know if I would have put it quite like that," 

growled Guard. The man was always so protective of 
James and his shit. 

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"No? It's true." Hell, he knew. He'd fucked up. He'd 

been the one who had brought the crazy fucker that hurt 
James here. Still... 

"We'll get there, Dame. You need to be patient." 

Guard had more faith than a temple full of monks. 

"I'm right here, you shits!" James was hot when he 

was mad. 

"That's what I keep saying." Guard grabbed James' 

hand. "You're right here and we're right here and the 
bedroom's just over there." 

"We are not doing this!" Yeah, James was definitely 

adorable in screaming idiot mode. Very hot. 

"Why not?" Guard demanded. "I'm not giving up on 

you, and neither is Damien." 

James met his eyes and Damien grinned, chewing 

meditatively. "I could just blow you now. Derail the 
whole conversation." 

"Go for it, J. You remember what his mouth is like." 

Guard squeezed James' hand. 

James' mouth opened, snapped closed again. "Have 

you both lost your minds?" 

Damien pondered that. "Not recently." 
"No. And you haven't lost any of your appeal, J." 

Guard leaned in and pressed a kiss to James' ear. 

Damien grabbed a third piece of pizza, watching. 
Guard kissed the same ear, tongue snaking out to lick 

at the lobe. It was the most he'd seen anyone touch 
James since it had happened. 

James moaned, then wheeled back away from Guard, 

shaking his head. "Don't." 

"Why? Guard wants you. You want him. I have a 

video camera..." 

"Fuck off, Dame. Either help me convince him or get 

the fuck out." Guard could growl when he wanted to, 
and the man was just as hot as James when he got going. 

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"Shit, I'm not going anywhere. Not a chance. This is 

fucking fun." Hot. 

Guard rolled his eyes and turned back to James, 

smiled. "Come on, J. Let's just put everything behind us 
and go to bed." 

"I..." 
Oh, dude. Guard had been working hard. That little 

hesitation spoke volumes. 

Guard leaned in, slowly. James looked up, hands 

white-knuckled on the wheelchair. Damien leaned back, 
watching avidly. It was hot. Really. 

Guard's phone started ringing, and James' computer 

beeped. 

"Shit." Guard grabbed his phone from his pocket and 

barked into it. "What?" 

James wheeled over to the computer and started 

typing. 

Damien? He just grabbed another piece of pizza. 
It was good. 
Fucking good. 

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Chapter Two 

Thor explored the bungalow he'd been given. It was a 

pretty simple set-up, and if things went well, he might 
not even wind up using it. Next door should have 
everything he'd need. 

He moved to the bungalow next to his, where he'd 

hold court over a gentleman who wanted piercings, tats, 
and body mods in general. Only the guy wanted to be 
made to do it. Thor was going to be half artist, half Dom 
on this one. 

He shrugged. It took all kinds, and he was getting 

paid very handsomely to be a part of this. Not to 
mention that it played to both of his strengths. 

He just had to remember he could do anything he 

wanted to this guy, unless he heard the word 
'grandmother.' Then everything stopped. 

He turned the light on, finding the place to be one 

long, inviting room. There was a large bed, chairs, and 
all the tools he could ever dream of needing. Sweet. He 
wandered, getting himself oriented. Part sex club, part 
studio, all private. It was like magic. 

The door behind him opened, a buff little stud 

peering in. That had to be Benji Waterspoon, the client. 
His sub for the next five days. 

Thor turned, put his hands on his hips and watched to 

see what the guy would do next. 

"I... Sorry. I saw the light on." The man had huge 

dark eyes, long blond hair. 

Very pretty. Extremely pretty in that romance-cover-

model way. "That's okay, boy." 

Those dark eyes flashed up at him, and he got hard. 

Damien hadn't told him the man was fucking beautiful. 

"That's right, I called you boy. The minute you 

stepped into this room, you became mine." 

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"I... I don't..." God, that flutter was hot. 
"My name is Thor, but you can call me 'sir.'" 
"Sir? I should... It's late." 
"And yet you're here." He nodded toward the tattoo 

chair. "We can start with your first tat." 

"My first... But I..." The pretty boy took a step back. 
"Either shit or get off the pot, boy." He snapped the 

words out. The guy either wanted this or he didn't. 
Thor'd know by how he responded right now. 

The high cheekbones turned a dark red and those 

dark eyes flashed. "I'm not a boy." 

"You are my boy this week. Mine to use, mine to 

decorate, mine to tell what the fuck to do." With every 
'mine,' he took another step toward Benji. "Get in the 
chair. Now." 

He could see the effects of his words, Benji's cock 

filling in the man's perfectly fitted jeans. Benji moved 
away from him toward the chair, shaking his head. Oh, 
this was going to be a sweet week. He stayed where he 
was, watching as Benji moved like a dream. 

Jesus, the things they were going to do. 
Benji's arms wrapped around his own waist, perfect 

ass leaning on the chair. "I should go to bed..." 

Thor stalked toward the chair. "You should sit, boy." 
Benji's ass hit the seat, even as the man shook his 

head. Thor closed the gap between them and fisted 
Benji's shirt, tearing it apart, open. 

"Hey!" 
Muscled, tanned, dusted with a light smattering of 

curls -- that chest was a perfect canvas. 

"Gonna have to shave you first." He grinned. "Gonna 

have to shave you a lot." 

"You can't, though..." Those tiny nipples were hard, a 

dark spot spreading on the man's jeans. 

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Shit, those denials were sexy. Thor chuckled. "I think 

you'll find I can do whatever the fuck I want." There 
were cuffs built into the chair for wrists and ankles -- he 
was going to be able to play hard. 

He turned his back on Benji and grabbed a razor, 

filled a bowl with hot water. 

"It's getting late; we should talk about this 

tomorrow." 

"If you wanted to wait until tomorrow, you wouldn't 

be here tonight." He brought the supplies over to the 
stainless steel tray next to the chair. Snagging a stool 
with his foot, he dragged it over and sat. "You've heard 
of Thor's hammer?" 

"Like the god?" 
"Exactly. I'm going to put the hammer on you." Right 

over the man's left nipple. 

The rules were simple -- good, beautiful art on the 

man's body, shaving was fine, including head and face, 
piercings good. He was going to make this man an 
amazing piece of art, starting with his hammer. 

He grabbed the shaving cream and sprayed it over 

Benji's chest. 

This was going to be a blast. 

*** 

All Benji had to do was say grandmother and it 

would stop. That's it. There were sound sensors, 
security. This guy had been hand-picked, was a 
professional -- drug and disease free, an artist. He was 
safe. So why the fuck was he so scared? 

And incredibly, hugely turned on. 
"I don't think this was a good idea..." The first bit of 

hair came off his chest. He had almost a week here. How 
bare would he be by then? 

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Thor's lips quirked into a half smile, and the man kept 

shaving. Benji tensed, but he didn't move, didn't get up. 

"Just relax, boy. This is the easy part." 
"I'm... This happened faster than I thought it would." 
"It wouldn't be any easier if you waited until 

tomorrow. That's why you came over when you saw the 
light." 

"I... Why a hammer?" Or was he not supposed to ask 

questions? 

"It's my signature -- Thor's hammer." 
"You're signing me?" Wasn't that supposed to come 

last? The signing? 

"I am. You're my canvas." 
Shaving done, Thor wiped his chest down with a 

towel and then ran his fingers down along the area by 
his left nipple. His breath caught in his throat, and his 
nipple went rock hard. 

"Someone wants my attention." Thor's little finger 

flicked across the bit of flesh. 

Benji gasped, his cock jerking in his pants as a shot 

of pure need pounded down his spine. Thor made this 
rumbling sound deep in his chest, patted Benji's cheek, 
and then began to gather his tattooing tools. The gun, 
needles, ink, a couple bottles of liquid, paper towel. 

Oh, God. Oh, God. His heart started beating. No. No, 

it started pounding. Slamming in his chest. 

Then Thor settled on the stool, picked up the gun, 

and turned it on, a low buzzing filling the room. Benji's 
eyes went wide. This was where he always freaked out 
and left. Always. He'd told them that. God. 

He sat up. "No. I can't." 
One big hand landed in the middle of his chest and 

pushed him back. "If you don't sit still, I'll use the cuffs." 

"I won't let you." 

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Thor just laughed. The sound was deep and rumbling 

and vibrated its way through him. 

"Don't fucking laugh at me. I've changed my mind. I 

can't handle it." He really was just the pussy boy 
everyone had always said he was. 

"You're going to have to." 
Thor held him down with that one big hand, the other 

holding the gun and setting it against his skin. 

"You didn't even draw it..." The buzz started; so did 

the sting. Oh. 

"This is my signature -- I don't need to draw it." 
He gulped in one breath after another, the man 

putting ink on him. Inside him. 

The outline of the hammer appeared first, and it 

wasn't like the hammer he'd been expecting. It was more 
like an upside down cross. He closed his eyes, shaking, 
something in the back of his head screaming that he was 
actually doing this. 

The area over his nipple burned -- he couldn't tell 

where exactly the gun was hitting anymore. He curled 
his toes over and over. He was doing this. Oh, God. Oh, 
God. 

"Almost done," murmured Thor. 
"I need to go..." He was aching, shivering, wanting to 

go jack off in the worst way. 

"You need to sit and let me finish this." Thor's dark 

grey eyes met his. "You can come if you need to." 

"I... I wasn't expecting." God, the man was hot. 

Really. 

"I was." The buzz stopped suddenly. "There. Perfect." 
"I..." He didn't know what to do. He should just get 

up. Run. Run to his cabin and lock the door, find a big, 
fat dildo, and fuck himself into oblivion. 

"Antibiotic spray now." He heard a spritz, and 

suddenly the tattoo was sprayed with a shock of cold. 

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His hips bucked, his balls emptying, his orgasm 

shocking him, wild. 

Thor leaned back, nostrils flaring. The man's eyes 

swept over him, taking everything in. 

Benji surged out of the chair -- devastated, 

embarrassed, excited, lost, all at once -- and ran for the 
door. As he got to the door, a big hand wrapped around 
his bicep and stopped him, pulled him up smack against 
the hard chest. Thor's mouth landed on his, the kiss 
sudden, hard, all-encompassing. 

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck yes. He opened up, the hand 

squeezing his arm feeling so fucking good. 

It was no-holds-barred ownership of his mouth by 

this man. He cried out into Thor's mouth, his fading 
erection making an amazing comeback. 

His back came into contact with the wall, Thor 

shoving him up against it to grind their lower halves 
together. His chest burned, but that ache was distant. 
What he felt the most was the fingers digging into his 
upper arms, the heavy cock pressing against his. It was 
hotter than hell, and the temperature was only going up. 

One of Thor's hands let go of his arm, moving down 

to grab his cock through his jeans. His hips rolled, 
moving with a mind of their own, trying to get closer. 

"Still want to go?" Thor asked, staring down at him. 
He shook his head. No. No, he wanted something 

else. 

"That's what I thought." Thor began to back up, 

dragging him along. 

Where were they going? He followed his cock, 

needing so bad. 

They stopped at the bed, Thor pushing him down. He 

bounced, legs sprawling wide. Pushy bastard. 

"Take off your jeans, boy. Show me what else you've 

got." 

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He opened his jeans, eager to get the wet mess off. 

He knew his body was beautiful. He'd heard it for years. 

"Mmm... sexy little canvas, aren't you?" 
He blushed, cock bobbing, bouncing on his belly. 
"Get mine out, suck it, and I may let you come 

again." 

Now this Benji excelled at. He loved to suck, loved 

to feel a man's prick hot and heavy on his tongue. "Well, 
come down here." 

"You don't get to say what I do." Thor climbed onto 

the bed and straddled his shoulders, pinning his arms at 
his sides. "Now how are you going to get it out?" 

His eyes went wide, and he wriggled, trying to get his 

arms free. 

"No, no, boy. You've got a mouth. Use it." 
"You..." He bit his bottom lip, trying to figure out the 

easiest way to do this. 

He could smell Thor's need, the hard cock pressing 

against the tight jeans' zipper. Benji nuzzled the tip, 
knowing the tiny burn would feel so good. Thor 
groaned, licked his lips, but didn't make any move to 
help him. Benji grabbed the zipper tab with his lips, 
figuring that would be the easiest part. Hell, he might 
even be able to get to the man's cock without working 
the button. 

"Careful, boy." Thor's words made more sense when 

he was done and it became clear that Thor wasn't 
wearing any underwear. 

"Did I get you?" He hated hurting people. 
"No, but it was a close thing." 
Thor's hand slid through his hair. It was long, thick, 

teased and tortured and highlighted and... He licked at 
Thor's prick, tongue trying to tease it out through the 
hole made by the open zipper. 

"If you need help, you have to ask for it." 

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"I just don't want to scratch you." 
"Sweet boy. You don't need to worry, though. I lived 

through inking it, I can manage a little scratching -- my 
only worry was skin catching when you pulled down the 
zipper." 

"You... There's ink on it?" He leaned back, hoping to 

see. 

"Get it out and you'll see." 
He frowned, stared at the button. "Suck in." 
Thor chuckled for a moment and then the man sucked 

in. 

"Good man." He grabbed the tab with his teeth and 

tugged. Hard. The button popped out, Thor's cock 
springing and hitting him in the face. He grunted, 
pressed back into the mattress. Thor's cock was 
gorgeous. Long and thick, it was covered in gold and 
silver swirls. 

"Look at you..." He moaned, fascinated. 
Thor looked pleased, and he tilted his hips, that 

amazing cock nudging against Benji's lips. Benji 
opened, tongue flicking the tip, lapping it. It surprised 
him when the tattoo didn't taste different. 

"You've got a good tongue. It'd be even better with a 

piercing." 

He shook his head. No. God, no. No, that was 

intense. 

"Shake your head all you want, pretty boy. For the 

next five days, you are mine to do with as I please." 

He almost came again, cock throbbing. Thor grinned 

down again, like the man knew, and the inked cock 
pushed deeper. He swallowed around the tip, let himself 
relax back, open wide. 

"You like sucking cock." It wasn't a question. 
He didn't answer. He did. He loved it. 

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"Sweet boy." Thor set up an easy rhythm, cock 

sliding in and out of his mouth in long, slow strokes. 

Was he? Sweet? He wasn't sure. It didn't really 

matter, because he was busy sucking. 

Thor started moving faster, riding his mouth. Every 

time he looked up, the man's grey eyes were boring 
down into him, seeing him. He closed his eyes, and that 
heavy cock slid in, to the root. It slid away again, then 
in, filling his mouth so full. Benji tried to hold it in, to 
swallow around the tip. 

"Yeah. Good. More like that." 
Okay. He could do more. He pulled harder, eyes 

closed, hands trying to get free. 

Thor held him fast, though, hips moving, pushing that 

cock deeper and deeper. Low, growly noises came from 
the man. Benji didn't know what to do, so he pulled 
harder, trying desperately to control the thrusts. He 
could feel Thor's cock getting even harder, and then the 
man pulled out, come spraying over his face. 

He gasped, fighting to get his arms free, to clean his 

face off. Fuck. Fuck. His prick was hard as a rock. 

Thor shifted back a bit, knees pinning his arms even 

tighter against his sides. Then the man bent and licked 
from his chin up along his face in one long stroke of his 
tongue. Oh. Oh, fuck. His hips slammed up, fucking the 
air. 

"You aren't very patient, are you?" Thor's fingers 

rubbed the rest of his come into Benji's face. 

"I'm really patient. Really." He had to wait for hours 

on photographers. 

"Good. You can wait until tomorrow to come again, 

then." Thor moved, getting up. "No touching," the man 
warned, pointing at his cock. 

Benji groaned, but he knew he'd be able to get off 

when he went back to his cabin. 

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Thor went to a big chest and pulled something out, 

coming back with it. Thor sat next to him and held up 
the little small, leather thing. "You know what this is?" 

"No..." That was a gigantic chest. 
"It's a cock ring. It goes around your prick and balls, 

keeps you from coming." Leaning over, Thor worked 
the leather around his cock, around his balls, pulling it 
tight. 

"Jesus..." His hips lifted off the mattress and he 

caught sight of the ink on his chest. Oh. Oh, God. Fuck. 

"So are you going to stay the night?" 
"Do you want me to?" Was he supposed to? 
"Now that you're here, I'd like you to stay until our 

time together is over." 

He nodded, took a deep, deep breath. "Should I go 

get my clothes?" 

"No, sweet boy. You aren't going to need any 

clothes." 

"Oh." He sort of... counted on his clothes. 
Thor tugged down the sheets next to him and pointed. 

"Go on, I'll tuck you in, clean and lock up, and then join 
you." 

He scooted over, the skin on his chest tight. "Should I 

bandage this?" 

"How do you usually sleep?" 
"On my back. My agent says it's good for my face." 
"Well, then, you won't need anything on the tattoo." 

Thor pulled the covers up to his waist, and then headed 
back to the tattoo area. 

Benji watched, eyes burning in his head. He was 

never going to be able to sleep. 

Thor cleaned up his work area, seeming easy in his 

skin. His back, chest, abs, and arms were amazing; the 
jeans hanging open were tight enough they were still 

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hugging his ass. Benji could hear a low hum as Thor 
worked. The sound was comforting, somehow. 

Moving to the door, Thor locked it and then turned 

off the light. The moon filtered in through a gauze-
curtained window, letting Thor pick his way through to 
the bed and strip. 

He caught himself yawning, eyelids getting heavy. 
Thor slid into the bed next to him, and he could feel 

the heat from the man's body. His eyes went wide again. 
He hadn't slept with another person in a long, long time. 
Thor moved closer, one big hand landing on his hip, 
holding it possessively. 

"I'm not sure I can sleep." 
"You suffer from insomnia?" 
"Sometimes. Doesn't everyone?" 
"If I'm having trouble sleeping, I get some ink, or a 

new piercing. I crash hard after the rush." 

"What... what do you have pierced?" 
"Give me your hand." 
He reached out, more curious than trusting. 
One of Thor's big hand wrapped around his and the 

man brought his hand to his chest. To a pierced nipple. 

"Oh, ow." He touched it, so gently. 
Thor chuckled, and the sound was sexy. Then their 

hands were moving down his body. Benji found himself 
holding his breath. He felt the half-hard cock, the heavy 
balls, and then his fingers were pressed behind them, 
pressed against a little ring buried in the flesh there. 

"Oh, my God..." 
"You can play with it." Thor's voice had gone husky. 
He traced the little ring, touched the place where the 

metal pierced the skin. Thor groaned, legs spreading 
wider. 

"What does it feel like?" He was shivering, moaning 

under his breath. 

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"It's very sexy -- sensitive." 
Benji couldn't imagine having something down there 

like that. 

"You should be coming down from having your tat 

done soon." Thor settled them back down, kept hold of 
his hand. 

He didn't know whether to say thank you or not, so 

Benji just held on. Breathing. 

He was still holding on when he fell asleep. 

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Chapter Three 

Thor half-woke with a growl, his hand tightening on 

his partner's hip. He grunted and then remembered who 
he was in bed with. The pretty man he was going to turn 
into a piece of art. The morning was suddenly looking 
up. 

Benji was fucking beautiful and quite possibly the 

hottest man he'd ever seen. He rubbed his morning wood 
against the smooth skin of Benji's hip. The lovely eyes 
blinked open, surprised, barely focused. 

"Morning," he rumbled, nuzzling into Benji's warm 

neck. 

"Morning." Benji smelled like sex. 
He licked the skin he'd been scenting. 
"Oh. Oh..." Benji chuckled softly. "Tickles." 
That made him laugh and lick harder. Benji twisted 

toward him, bound cock still half hard. Lovely man. He 
reached out and measured Benji's cock with his hand. 
He could pierce it, ink it, whip it, fill it... Groaning, he 
bit into Benji's skin, sucking up a mark. 

The man's cry was sweet, hungry, and he bit again. 

His fingers explored the tip of Benji's cock, thumb 
digging into the slit. Benji grunted and pulled away, 
escaping his hands. He growled and tugged the man 
back in close. That pretty cock went rock hard. 

Oh, yeah, Benji needed this so bad, wanted it. And 

Thor was just the man to dole it out. 

"I..." Benji moaned, body bowed in a long, lovely 

arch. 

He slid his hand along the line of Benji's body, 

touching the warm skin, learning the shape. Almost too 
pretty, those muscles under that golden tanned skin 
shifted. He sneaked his fingers over toward the hammer 
inked on Benji's chest, over the man's heart. His mark. 

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Benji moaned softly, shivered. "You signed me." 
"I did. The beginning of my masterpiece." 
"The beginning..." 
"I've got you for five days, pretty boy. Gonna make 

each of them count." 

Benji nodded, moaned softly. "We'll see. I might 

freak out." 

"I'm prepared for that." He was prepared for a whole 

lot. 

Benji's fingers slid down his body, brushed his cock. 
"You've got a great touch." He pushed his cock 

forward, bumping it into Benji's hand. 

Benji wiggled, got their cocks together, hand 

bringing them together. 

"Careful," he murmured, touching the skin around 

Benji's tattoo. "You don't want to rub it against anything 
just yet." Not even him. 

"It's tight." 
He imagined so. They needed to clean it up, lube it. 

They could do this first. He pushed, sliding his cock 
through Benji's hand, along Benji's cock. Fuck, that was 
good. Watching Benji moan was sweet -- and he could 
see the luscious bottom boy hiding under the façade of 
romance cover hero, like a tease. Fucking hot. 

His fingers itched to start working, start inking his 

masterpiece. He let his cock rule for right now, though, 
driving them together faster. Benji groaned, hips 
bucking, moving faster, harder, that pretty, bound cock 
leaking for him. He rolled them, putting Benji beneath 
him and holding himself up with his arms as he drove 
their hips together. 

"Oh. Oh, fuck..." Benji leaned up, bit his shoulder. 
Growling, he ground down harder. He was going to 

shoot, spread his spunk on Benji's fine skin. He reached 

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between them, tugging at the snap on the leather ring 
around Benji's cock. "I'm going to let you come." 

"Oh, fuck. Fuck yes." Benji's hips moved faster, 

driving against him. 

"Yeah. Such a hot little thing." 
He fucking loved the blush, the deep little groan. He 

leaned in close and whispered "So hot," as he came, 
splashing heat between them. 

He heard Benji's distant cry, felt the long body 

jerking under him. He stayed where he was for a 
moment or two, letting Benji feel his weight. His boy 
panted, fighting to catch his breath. He rolled off to the 
side, fingers moving to rub their combined seed into the 
lovely skin. 

"Wow. M...morning." 
"Yeah, good morning. It's a great start to what's going 

to be an amazing day." 

"I hope so." There was a hint of nerves there. Good. 

That was part of this whole thing. 

"It will be." He finished rubbing their come into 

Benji's body and rolled up out of bed. "You need a light 
breakfast." 

"The guy yesterday said they'd bring food... Do you 

know where?" 

"I do. I'll place our order, and it'll be delivered." 

Something light on Benji's stomach. 

"Okay. I'm going to shower and... stuff." Benji stood 

up, headed for his clothes. 

"Oh, no. I don't think so." Chuckling, he grabbed 

hold of Benji's arm and tugged him back onto the bed. 
"You're naked while you're here unless I say otherwise. 
And you take a shower if I say so." 

"I..." 

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Thor hummed at the worry, the nerves. Hot. God, 

pushing this man was hot. "And I'm not going to say so 
this morning. I like the way you smell like sex." 

That pretty mouth opened and closed, over and over. 

Grinning, Thor called in their breakfast. 

"Si, señor. Do you want the table left outside the 

door?" 

"Yes, please." Benji wouldn't see another soul until 

their time together was up. 

"Absolutely. I will leave a menu, too. This way your 

other meals will be left." 

Damn, these guys were good. 
"Thanks, man." 
He hung up and turned his attention back to his pretty 

boy. "You like fruit, I hope." 

Benji nodded, chewing on his bottom lip, worrying it. 
"Don't look so worried, you're going to love our time 

together." 

That got him a quick little grin. "Are we?" 
Thor chuckled and nodded. "Yes, boy, we are." 
He watched the shudder climb up Benji's chest, those 

pretty pink nipples going hard. There was a discreet 
knock at the door, and Thor was even more impressed; 
that had been very quick. 

Benji looked over at the door in surprise. "Fast 

service." 

Thor was willing to bet management had checked 

them both out and had had a selection of what they 
expected him and Benji to order on hand, ready. 

He went to the door, tugged in the food cart. The fruit 

salad smelled luscious, the juices bright and fresh. There 
were croissants as well, light and flaky. 

He closed the door, locked it, and brought the tray 

over to the small table by a fridge and microwave. 
"Come and eat." 

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Benji headed over, obviously unconcerned with his 

nudity. Thor admired every step the man took, picturing 
ink and piercings decorating the pretty body. 

Benji tilted his head, looked at Thor. "So... is it 

against the rules to ask personal questions?"

 "Nope, go ahead and ask." 
"Are you from... here?" 
"Nope. They flew me in, just like you." 
"Oh. Cool." Benji sat, covered his lap with a big cloth 

napkin. 

"If you drip, I just might have to lick you clean." 
Benji chuckled. "I can't believe I did this..." 
"What? Giving in to your dreams? Everyone should 

find the courage to do it." 

"I just... Yeah." Benji grabbed a strawberry, nibbled 

on it. 

"I know it's not easy. That makes it sexier, makes it 

more courageous." He picked up some pineapple and 
started eating. 

Benji offered him a half smile, sucking the 

strawberry meditatively. 

"You're going to look fantastic when this is over. 

You're going to be my best work ever." 

"I don't want to think about how I'll look. Not yet. I'm 

not ready." 

"You don't have to do any thinking at all, boy. You 

leave that to me." He gave Benji a wink. He was eager 
to get started, but he forced himself to eat a little more. 

Benji ate slowly, focusing on each piece of fruit. 

Thor was focused on Benji, examining and memorizing 
each line. It would make his work better to know his 
canvas so well. The man ducked behind his hair, hiding, 
the heavy curls artfully arranging themselves around the 
man's face. He wondered what Benji would look like 
without it, what Benji would do without it to hide 

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behind. His cock started swelling, filling like he hadn't 
gotten off. 

He got up and grabbed an elastic, moving to Benji 

and pulling all those curls back. 

Benji frowned at him. "What are you doing?" 
"Pulling your hair back. I want to be able to see your 

face." He didn't want Benji hiding. 

Those high cheekbones went dark. "Why?" 
"Why on earth not?" Wasn't that what Benji did? 

Benji shrugged, a sudden tension in the air. "Well, I do. 
I want to see your face because you're stunning." 

"I am. It's my stock in trade. The beautiful hero." 
"I'm going to make you even more beautiful." He 

finished pulling Benji's hair back. The jury was still out 
on whether or not he would shave it off and cover 
Benji's scalp with color. It just might depend on how 
well the man took to the needle. 

He thought that he could sense panic creeping up in 

Benji, tension and stress. "Come on, boy. Time to get 
started." He grabbed Benji's arm and helped him up, led 
him toward the chair. 

"I... I'm not ready. I need something to drink." 
"There's a bottle of water at the chair." He didn't stop, 

didn't slow down, just kept moving. 

"No. I'm not ready." 
"If we wait for you to be ready, we'll be here until it's 

time to go." He gently pushed Benji into the chair. 

"That's okay..." Sweet boy, so worried. 
He grabbed the cuffs and attached them to Benji's 

wrists. 

"I'm not... I need a shower. I need to go check my 

messages and stuff..." 

"You're fine." He went and started choosing colors. 

He was going to start with a gargoyle on the right side of 
Benji's chest. 

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"No." 
Something fierce and strong, fantastical. Springing 

from a stained glass window. 

Benji shook his head, pulling hard at the cuffs. 
Thor sat on his stool and started the gun, the buzz 

familiar, good in his hand. 

"Let me go. Let me go. I'm not ready for this. You've 

already marked me and..." 

"That was just a warm up, boy." 
"I'm not a boy!" Look at that hard, aching cock. 
"For the next five days, you are my boy." 
"Five days..." Benji squeezed his eyes shut. 
"That' s right." He set the gun to Benji's skin. 
Benji cried out, cock swollen and red-tipped, hips 

sliding away to the left. 

"You're a bit of a pain slut, aren't you?" 
"What? What? No!" Little liar. 
He nearly chuckled, but it might have jiggled his 

hand, so he didn't. Sometimes he worked from drawings, 
or an outline on the skin, but with Benji he was going to 
work freehand. He knew exactly what he wanted to do. 

He started inking the gargoyle in his mind to life. 
Benji was a natural, which was good. This process 

would take a couple of days, with rests to push and 
change the sweet body in other ways. It didn't take long 
at all before Benji was breathing with him, focused on 
the rhythm of lube, ink, and wipe. Lube, ink, wipe. 

He was as hard as Benji was -- as into this as the 

pretty model. 

No more empty perfection. No more unremarkable 

beauty. No one could mistake Benji for someone else 
again. "Nobody else is going to look like you. One of a 
kind." 

Benji's answer was a soft, sobbing gasp. 

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He nodded. "You're going to feel a lot of things over 

the next five days, boy. That's a good thing." 

"Not a boy." He loved how Benji's cock responded to 

that name. 

"You are at the moment. You're my boy for the next 

five days." 

Benji's answer was a low, rough moan. 
"Sweet." 
The gargoyle was beginning to take shape. He 

worked the outline in, curves and angles carved into 
Benji's skin. It was good, even if he did say so himself. 

Benji was beginning to pant, to cry out. 
"Hot, isn't it?" He kept working, knowing the buzz 

was making Benji wild. 

"I need to get up." 
"No, you're fine right where you are." 
"I need to get up!" Benji could yell. 
"You are up." He reached down and gave the hard 

cock a single tug, then went back to his work. 

"Fuck you. Let me go. Let me..." He hit a spot where 

skin was close to bone and Benji groaned, long and 
slow. 

He hummed, jonesing on the sound, on the way he 

knew that felt. The pain there was exquisite, too big to 
yell through or ignore. A glance at Benji's cock 
confirmed the man was still turned on, all without a 
touch to his cock, or a kiss. This was purely him and the 
pain getting Benji off. 

"Oh, God. Please. Sir." Thor knew, without a doubt, 

that Benji didn't know what he was begging for. 

So he gave the man what he needed, the needle 

buzzing in his hand, on Benji's skin. They were riding 
the edge, and it couldn't last long, not with the need. He 
was nearly done with the gargoyle, though, the beast 

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fierce and strong and beautiful. The tail trailed down, 
Benji crying out as he finished. 

He put the gun down and pulled off his gloves, one 

hand going immediately to Benji's cock. He circled it as 
he grabbed the spray and aimed the nozzle at Benji's 
chest for a spritz. Benji's lower body convulsed as he 
squirted the cold antiseptic. Come sprayed up, nearly 
mingling with the newly inked skin, but he kept his hand 
in the way, and then smeared the spunk in to the un-
inked flesh. "Mmm. Nice one." 

Benji sobbed softly, breath huffing out of his chest. 

Someone was deep into this, riding high. He kept 
rubbing Benji's stomach, enjoying the way the muscles 
twitched beneath his fingers. 

"I need to go home." 
"When your five days are up, you're going to beg me 

to stay longer." 

"You'll be sick of me, and you'll say no." 
"Somehow, I don't think so." Not if Benji fulfilled the 

promise in him. 

Then Thor would just take his boy home, damn the 

consequences. That was a worry for four days from now, 
though. 

He got the mirror, showed Benji his gargoyle. 
Benji stared. "Why a monster?" 
"It's not a monster. It's a protector." 
"A protector?" Benji licked his lips, moaned softly. 
"That's right." He slid his hand through the air over 

the ink, feeling the heat of it coming from Benji's body. 

The chains rattled as Benji arched. 
"You're a beautiful man, a very pretty boy. When we 

leave here, you'll be stunning." 

Benji shook his head, groaned. "I'll belong to me." 
Ah, there they were. The reason the pretty boy 

wanted to do this. 

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"I'll make sure of that." Benji would be very unique. 
"What else?" 
"What else will I be sure of, or what else will you 

leave as?" 

Benji chuckled. "Well, I'd like to know both, but I 

mean what else are you going to do?" 

Like the surprise wasn't part of the fantasy. "You'll 

just have to wait and see, pretty boy." 

Benji moaned, shook his head. "No fair." 
"Too bad -- that's how it works." He was the boss. 

That's what Benji wanted. 

The fantasy had been simple, straightforward. Benji 

needed someone to make him realize his dream. 

Thor was that man. 

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Chapter Four 

As soon as Thor released him from the chair, Benji 

ran. The bathroom was close and he slammed the door, 
hand wrapping around his cock. God, he needed. So bad. 
So bad. Benji moaned, leaning hard against the wall. 

The door opened, Thor standing there, frowning at 

him. "What exactly are you doing?" 

"Nothing. Leave me be, man. Just need a second." 

The endorphins were filling him. 

"I can't do that." Thor moved in and grabbed his 

hand. "This is mine, boy." 

He cried out, prick dripping, hips snapping as he 

fought to come. Again. 

Both his hands were taken, pulled into one of Thor's 

behind his back. Thor was so close, Benji just needed to 
get his balance back and he could rub up against one 
solid thigh. 

"Fuck..." His feet slipped, the skin on his chest tight. 

"Bastard." 

"You're going to say it with even more meaning 

before we're done." 

"Let me go. I need a second." His balls ached. 
"You need what I tell you to need." 
Thor pulled him up tight against the hard body, one 

thick thigh pressed between his legs. Benji cried out, the 
ache in his balls perfect. Just one touch to his cock. Just 
one. 

"I know what you want. I know what you need. And I 

know what you're going to get." 

"Just... I just need one touch and I'll shoot." 
"I know." Still, Thor didn't touch him. 
"Fuck..." He was going to kill something. 
"Oh, I don't think you're going to last that long." Thor 

leaned in and blew across the new tattoo. 

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He sobbed and pressed down, the ache in his balls 

enough to let him come, hard. 

"There you go, boy. You didn't even need a touch." 
Benji moaned. "Thank you. Oh, God. Thank you." 
Thor grabbed a towel and cleaned him up. He started 

shivering, his body feeling like he was in total overload. 

"You need to come again." 
"I don't know." He didn't know anything. 
"That's okay, boy. I do." 
Thor let go of his wrists and grabbed one of his hands 

instead, dragging him out of the bathroom and toward 
the bed. 

He stumbled along, shaking hard, gasping a bit. "I 

can't breathe." 

"You're breathing just fine." Thor pushed him down 

onto the mattress and leaned over him, breath on his 
lips. 

"Help me." Adrenaline was crashing through his 

body and he felt adrift, lost. 

"I am." Thor began to spread biting kisses over his 

body, lips wrapping around his skin and sucking it in. 

Each bite made him jerk and moan, made him 

shudder. "Oh. Oh, fuck." 

"Yeah, I will, boy. Patience." 
"I always thought I was patient..." 
"You've never needed like this before." 
"No. No, I haven't. Nothing's ever been like this 

before." 

"That's because nothing's ever been the thing you 

wanted most before." 

"No. No, it hasn't been." He wanted to be free, 

marked, decorated, touched. Felt. 

Thor's mouth covered his, one hand moving to trace 

around his newest tattoo. He cried out, tried to move 
away. The skin was almost unbearably tight, aching. 

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Thor stopped kissing him only long enough to say a few 
words. "More spray later. And antibiotic cream." 

"It aches." He wanted to cry, to scream, something. 

Anything. 

"Good." Thor straddled him, rubbing their groins 

together. 

"Hurting isn't good!" His cock hurt, it was so hard. 
"Sure it is." 
Thor nipped his neck, scraping his skin. He twisted, 

turning on the mattress, spinning away. 

"Back here," growled Thor, hauling him beneath the 

strong body. 

"I can't fucking cope with this!" But he could and he 

had to. 

Both of his hands were taken in one of Thor's again 

and brought up over his head. Then a thick rope 
wrapped around them. 

"No!" He fought because it felt so good to fight and 

know that Thor wouldn't listen. 

"Yes." Thor's legs spread his apart, one big hand 

pressing against his belly, holding him down. 

"What do you want? Why are you here?" 
"I want to blow your mind." 
He stopped, looked at Thor. "I don't know what to do 

now. I let you put ink inside me!" 

"You didn't have a choice." Thor opened a bottle of 

slick and teased two fingers against his hole. 

"I..." The lube was cool and felt good, distracting 

him, soothing him. 

One of those slick fingers pushed right into him. His 

eyes closed and suddenly, somehow, he could breathe. 
Thor hummed, and one finger became two, spreading 
him open. 

"I'm sorry. I keep freaking out." He pushed down into 

the touch. 

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"You're allowed." Thor's fingers went deep, nudging 

his gland. Any answer he had was lost in a low, rough-
edged cry. "Right there," growled the man, fingers 
nudging against that spot again and again. 

Benji lost himself in that shocking touch, the 

electricity jolting him over and over. 

He cried out when it stopped, the sudden lack of it 

stunning. "Please!" He pulled at the ropes a little 
frantically. 

"Easy, boy. I have you." As suddenly as he'd been 

emptied, he was filled again, Thor's prick hard and hot 
as it pushed slowly into him. 

Oh, fuck yeah. His eyes rolled back in his head, his 

ass stretched so well. 

Still pushing in, Thor groaned. "Fuck, you're tight." 
"Full." That burn was so good, so right. 
Thor was finally in all the way, cock pushing against 

his gland. 

"I don't... I haven't let anyone in for a long time." Oh, 

God, he'd missed it, so much. 

"You feel good." Thor stayed buried inside him, not 

moving. 

"Uh-huh. I'm burning." He was flying. 
"I'm gonna move now." Thor did, that cock sliding 

inside him, almost pulling all the way out. 

Benji's body followed Thor, trying to keep him in, 

hold tight. Smiling, Thor pushed back in, the 
movements slow, easy. Part of him wanted a hard 
pounding, part of him was relaxing, focused on Thor's 
motions. That thick cock moved in and out, over and 
over. Spreading him. Filling him. 

"Full," he murmured again, lips open as he sucked in 

air. 

"Yeah." Thor moved faster, the thrusts getting harder. 

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Fuck, he needed this, needed to feel. "Don't stop. 

Please." 

"Not stopping." No, instead Thor moved harder, 

faster, building up. 

"Thank you. Oh fuck." He tugged against the ropes, 

kicked his feet. 

Thor responded by thrusting into him even harder. 
"I..." Shit, he couldn't think. 
His lack of words didn't slow Thor down any -- the 

man just kept moving into him. He started moving, too, 
pressing down against Thor, taking the man in to the 
root. 

"Yeah. Yeah." Thor nodded, hand wrapping around 

his cock as they moved together. 

"I want..." So much. He needed so much. 
"I know." Thor's thrusts got even harder, the man 

slamming into him now. 

His hands found purchase on the headboard while his 

hips bucked and rolled. Thor nodded, moaned, and kept 
them coming together, the hand around his cock 
squeezing him just right. His eyes rolled back into his 
head, his heart slamming in his chest. Yes. Yes, please. 

"I want you to come on my cock." 
He nodded, body fighting for air, for control. 
"Good boy." 
Oh, fuck. He loved that. The possession, the 

endearment, and the rush of that tiny blush of knowing 
he didn't have to control himself here. Thor would be 
there for him. 

Faster and faster, Thor's body pushed into his. That 

thick cock knocked against his gland with every thrust. 
He could feel the spunk gathering in his nuts, making 
them draw up. His cockhead dragged over his belly until 
he wanted to scream with it. Then Thor slapped his prick 
once, hard, and he was shooting so hard he saw stars. 

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"Yes!" Thor shouted, pumping hard and then stilling, 

freezing inside him as the condom was filled. 

For a long time, the only sound was their gasps, their 

lungs fighting for air. Then Thor pulled out and settled 
down beside him. Benji squeezed his eyes shut, let 
himself float for a second. 

"I'm going to do a piercing next." 
His head shook instinctively, denying the words. 
"Not your choice, boy." 
"No..." His cock jerked at that growled 'boy,' and he 

hoped Thor hadn't seen. 

Given the man's soft chuckle, he had a feeling that 

was a vain hope. 

When he gripped the headboard harder, that made his 

newly inked skin snarl. 

"Mmm. Look at that." Thor rolled away for a 

moment, then returned and started smoothing cream on 
the tattoos. 

"Oh..." His muscles relaxed, completely without his 

permission. 

"Feels good, huh?" 
"Uh-huh." Better than. 
"Good." Thor flicked one nipple and then the other. 

The sting was pleasant, really, sending a jolt to his cock. 

"God, you're a sexy little thing." 
He shook his head. He wasn't little. 
"Deny it as much as you want." Thor's fingers moved 

up to cup his cheek. "I know what I know." 

It surprised him when he turned his face into the 

touch, nuzzling in. 

"Mmm. Sensual, too." 
His cheeks heated, his chin ducked. 
Thor tilted his chin up and kissed him. The kiss was 

deep, slow, good enough to make his head spin. It went 
on and on, Thor's breaths becoming his own. Benji lost 

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himself, forgot to worry or think. It was like he was 
floating in a bubble. Nothing outside of this place, of 
Thor, could touch him. 

Benji floated, safe, relaxed, easy, and right there. 

*** 

Thor let Benji just be for a while before getting up 

and going over to get all the piercing equipment out. He 
was going to start with a double piercing of Benj's right 
nipple. He was planning on a guiche and a Prince 
Albert, but those could wait until their last day. 

Ready, humming, he headed back to the bed. 
Benji was dozing, hands still bound, the scent of sex 

strong and heady. 

So sexy. He climbed onto the bed and slid his hands 

along Benji's body, starting at his feet and working his 
way up. 

"Mmm..." Benji's legs shifted, slid on the sheets. 

Sexy, wanton man. 

Bending, he bit at the nipple he was going to pierce. 
Benji's eyes flew open, lips parting. "Fuck!" 
"No, just a bite." He grinned, flicked his tongue back 

and forth across the little bit of flesh. 

That made Benji chuckle, made him smile. "Feels 

good." 

"Uh-huh. Gonna turn this little bit of flesh into a 

playground." 

"What?" 
Thor chuckled. "You'll see." 
"I think I'll just keep my eyes closed." 
"Oh, no, that wouldn't be much fun." He grabbed 

Benj's shoulders and hauled him up. 

Benji arched, body stretching as far as the ropes 

would let him. Thor ran his hand along the stretched 

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skin, humming softly, careful to skirt the new tattoos. 
Those pretty eyes were closed, body shifting at his 
touch. 

He undid the ropes one-handed and picked Benji up, 

carrying the man over to the chair. 

"No. Let's nap. I'm not ready." Benji's face was 

turned into his shoulder, hiding. 

"You've already napped. And if we wait for you to be 

ready, you'll leave here just like you came." He 
chuckled; he was pretty sure they'd already had this 
conversation. 

"That's impossible." 
"I know. You've already changed." 
He laid Benji out on the chair, guiding the man's 

hands to the bars. "Hold on and I won't have to cuff 
you." 

"I..." Those hands wrapped around the bars. 
"Good boy." 
He put some alcohol on a pad. "This'll be a little 

cold." He rubbed it over the left nipple. 

"I don't want you to put ink on it." 
"Nope. No ink." He grinned at Benji and prepared 

two piercing needles. The rings he'd chosen were white 
gold with tiny, black onyx beads. 

"What are you doing?" Benji sat up. 
"Piercing. Double piercing, actually." He pinched 

Benji's nipple, encouraging it to harden right up. 

"No. Double? No." Benji's hands wrapped around his 

wrist, tugged his hand away. 

He met Benji's eyes. "Hands back on the bars, boy." 
"Please. Don't..." Benji's fingers slipped away from 

his wrists. Obedient boy. 

"I'm going to. It's the right next step." He was 

building a masterpiece. 

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Tears gathered in Benji's eyes, chest rising and falling 

quickly. "No..." 

"Go ahead -- let it all out." It was cathartic. 
He pulled Benji's sweet little nipple into the forceps, 

stabilizing it, focusing. Then he grabbed the thick needle 
and set it where he was going to place the first piercing. 
"Deep breath in if you can." 

"Oh, God. Oh, fuck. No. Don't." 
"Shh. Now." With that he pushed the needle through. 
Benji's entire body went stiff, eyes huge and the 

man's mouth opened like he was going to scream, but no 
sound came out. 

Thor threaded the little ring into the nipple. "Good 

job. Just one more." 

Benji groaned, head shaking faster. "I. I. I. I." 
"Delicious, isn't it?" 
He set everything up again. "Breathe for me." 
"Oh, God. You put metal in me. Oh, fuck. Oh, take it 

out." 

"Can't do that." As he spoke, he pushed the needle 

through to make the second piercing. 

"No!" This time Benji's feet dug into the floor, body 

tensing to run. 

He slipped the second ring in, closed it. "All done!" 
Benji shook his head, breath coming quick and light. 

"Take it out." 

"No." 
If Benji wanted to get rid of the piercings when his 

time here was over, that was his privilege. Right now, it 
was Thor's. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Please." Benji was melting down; it was 

glorious. 

"I'm going to give you a PA, a guiche, do the other 

nipple. For a start. They'll complement the tattoos 
completely." 

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"A what?" Benji drew his knees up. 
Chuckling, he patted Benj's cock. "A Prince Albert 

goes in the head of your penis, through the slit. And a 
guiche goes right here." He moved his hand to press 
against the smooth flesh behind Benj's balls. "Like 
mine." 

"Oh..." That pretty cock jerked and swelled. 
Such a lovely pain slut. He grabbed the antiseptic 

spray and gave Benj's nipple a couple of squirts. That 
poor abused bit of flesh went tight, dark red, the rings 
moving against each other. Thor groaned. Fuck, that was 
pretty. 

"I have to... I have to shower." Benji pushed himself 

up, hurtling across the floor. 

"No!" Thor growled the word out. Benji didn't get to 

choose when he showered, when he ran. Benji didn't 
answer, just kept moving. He followed, grabbing Benji's 
shoulders and stopping him. "I said 'no.'" 

"I didn't ask!" Benji tore the rubber band out of his 

hair, tangled his fingers in the wild mass, and screamed. 

Oh, that was lovely, all that frustration and anger 

being let out. 

He nodded but didn't let go of Benji's shoulders. "I 

still get final say." 

"Fuck you! Fuck you... I'm so fucked up." Benji 

swayed in his touch, fingers curled into fists. 

He pulled Benji into his embrace, supporting, 

holding. 

"Let me go. Let me go. Fuck. Oh, fuck." Poor, 

overwhelmed little slut. 

He just held on, let Benji rail and rant and cry --

whatever the man needed to get out. When Benji was 
done, he was soaking wet and breathing hard, almost 
limp in Thor's arms. 

"Now it's time for that shower." 

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He bent and picked Benji up, carrying the man into 

the large bathroom with its party-sized shower stall. 
Benji didn't fight him this time, but the man held on, and 
Thor could feel that heart beat against his chest. 

He strode right in and got the water going -- not too 

hot, more lukewarm, and not too heavy. The showerhead 
had a nice, light setting. 

There was even a seat, and he settled in it, cradling 

his sweet slut, holding on. 

They'd relax and get clean, have a light lunch, and 

then it would be time to do it all over again. 

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Chapter Five 

Benji was beginning to think he'd lost his mind. His 

skin was inked, his nipple pierced -- twice, damn it --
and he was happier than he'd been in years. He felt like 
he could breathe, like the world made sense. 

Finally. 
The arms around him never wavered, even as he had 

been washed, then dried. Ointment eased the pull of his 
abused skin, and Thor had him spread out, naked on the 
bed. 

"Food's on its way," murmured Thor, fingers sliding 

idly on his thigh. 

"I don't know if I'm hungry." 
"You need to eat, though, so you will." 
He shook his head, a little confused. "I will?" 
"Yeah, you need to keep something in your belly. 

They're bringing oranges and grapefruits, cut really 
thin." 

"Oh..." He loved citrus, the tang. "Oranges. I... My 

brain isn't on track." 

"It doesn't have to be, though. I'm taking care of 

everything." 

"Is this normal?" 
Thor tilted his head. "Normal? In comparison to 

what?" 

"I don't know. I just... I feel like I should be doing 

something else. Being sharp." 

"You came here to give yourself up to your fantasy. 

You don't have to do anything else." 

"Why did you come here?" 
"To make you beautiful." 
"Oh." Somewhere deep inside he'd been cringing, 

waiting to hear that this was just a job. "So, this is your 
fantasy, too?" 

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"I'll be honest: it didn't start out that way, but yeah. It 

is." 

He could appreciate that. "Thank you." He was so 

fucking tired of the lies, the games. 

"You're here, making yourself vulnerable. You 

deserve the truth, boy." 

His cock throbbed, just at the tone in Thor's voice. "I 

do. This is so big." 

"It's huge. The best things in life are." 
He wanted to believe that. He needed to. He'd 

sacrificed so much -- knowing that he wouldn't be able 
to go back to playing the good boy, the hero, the golden 
one. 

There was a soft knock on the door and Thor got up, 

headed to it. "That'll be our food." 

He didn't want to see anyone, so he hid himself, his 

breath catching as the little rings in his nipple shifted. 
There was no one there when Thor opened the door, just 
a cart with food, which Thor tugged into the room. 
"They have amazing fruits here." 

"Did they bring any tea? I drink a lot of tea." 
"There's a variety of herbal and fruit teas here. No 

caffeine, though." Thor wheeled the cart over to the bed. 
"You can stay there, and I'll feed you." 

He nodded, took a deep breath, and stretched his 

neck. "Lots of people in my line are into caffeine, 
uppers. Not my thing." He was more the fasting and 
cleansing type. 

"No? Good for you. Those are hard habits to break, 

and they don't do your body, or your face, any favors. 
Especially long term." 

"Yeah. And keeping the pretty face is the important 

part." He suddenly wanted to claw his eyes out. Fucking 
cameras. 

"I'm going to make you even more beautiful." 

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"How? What are you talking about?" His breath came 

a little faster. 

"I'm talking about art, about something real, solid." 

Thor sat next to him and offered the thinnest orange 
slice he'd ever seen. 

"Did they shave it?" He reached out for it, fascinated. 
"I don't know, maybe they used one of those 

instrument things. Um... Mandoline?" 

The piece was slick and wet and smelled so good. He 

licked at his fingers. A lime slice was offered over. It 
was dusted lightly with sugar. 

"Oh..." He groaned, eyes rolling back from the sweet 

tart. 

Thor licked his lips. "Oh, that one was good." 
"Uh-huh." He leaned forward, licked Thor's lips 

back. 

"Mmm." Thor fed him a lemon this time. 
That made his eyes cross, made him pucker. Thor 

laughed softly. 

"Laughing at me!" His chuckle bubbled out of him. 
"I was. You made the sour lemon face." 
"It was a sour lemon!" 
Thor laughed more, reaching to stroke his cheek. His 

eyes closed, the touch making his lips part. Thor's lips 
met his. Benji found himself scooting closer, sliding 
onto Thor's lap, drawn to this fierce, wild man. Thor 
gave him a grin and deepened the kiss, one arm 
wrapping around him. Tart and citrusy -- the kiss made 
him laugh, gave him the shivers. The shivers and a 
woody. 

Thor gave him a knowing smile and fed him a piece 

of grapefruit. He nibbled it, then licked Thor's fingers 
clean. 

"Mmm." He could feel Thor's prick beginning to fill, 

to press against one of his ass cheeks. 

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He sucked one finger in, head bobbing over the thick 

digit. Thor's cock got harder, pushing hot and firm 
against him. He wanted it -- wanted Thor to fuck him 
hard and deep, make him feel every inch. 

"You're a needy little slut, aren't you? And please -- I 

mean it as a compliment." 

"Yeah. Yeah, I get it." Boy, slut -- the words made 

him ache, made him want to get on his knees and beg. 

"Yeah? You sure you get it?" 
"I. What?" He wanted more -- he wanted to feel 

everything. 

Thor chuckled. The man liked having him off 

balance. His cheeks heated and he ducked his head, the 
hair falling in his face giving him a hint of privacy. Thor 
didn't let him have it for long -- the man's long fingers 
slid through his hair, pushed it off his face. He shook his 
head, leaned away a little. 

"No, you don't get to hide. Not from me." 
"I... Just..." Everyone hid. Everyone. 
"This week is all about exposing yourself." Thor 

offered him another slice of orange. 

"What if it's bad? Ugly?" 
"No, I don't do bad or ugly artwork." 
"That's not..." He waved his hand. "Can I have 

another lime?" He was the ugly one, inside. 

"Of course." Thor fed him the lime slice, fingers 

lingering on his lips. 

His eyes closed as he focused on the sweet, the tart, 

the bite. 

"Mmm. I think this fits you well -- the duality of the 

sugared lime." 

"It's fascinating." He licked his lips. 
"As are you." 
"Bah." He was just another pretty face. 

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"No arguing with the tattoo artist." Thor's fingers 

flicked at his new piercings. 

Stinging. Oh, God. Stinging. So good. 
"Don't..." 
"Don't what? Don't stop?" 
"I... No." He didn't know. 
"I'll stop or I won't. It's up to me." 
Fuck, that was hot. His entire body responded to the 

words, balls tightening. Thor grinned, flicked his nipple 
again, and then grabbed his cock and jacked it hard. His 
ass came off Thor's lap, his body jerking. 

"Yeah, feel it. Feel that." 
"Fuck." His ass landed back down on Thor's leg. 
"Again? Already?" 
"I. Huh?" Thor made him stupid. 
"You're ready to be fucked again already? I'm up for 

it." Thor's shifted him, rubbing that cock along his 
crack. 

"We've come a lot." This time, the fucking would 

take forever before either one of them shot. 

"That's because you're a hot little number and what 

I'm doing to you has turned you on." Thor gave him 
what could only be called a wicked grin. "I think it's 
time to put a ring on that eager prick of yours and do 
some more tattoos." 

"On. Okay." On was better than in. 
Thor just laughed and stood, still holding him, 

carrying him over to The Chair. 

"Can there be music?" Something besides the buzz. 
"Why?" 
"All I can hear is my brain." 
"All right, but if I think it's bringing down the 

intensity, I'm turning it off." 

"Okay." The longer he spent with Thor, the more 

Benji understood him. 

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"Okay." Thor went over to a drawer and pulled out 

something small and dark, bringing it over and letting 
him see the leather cock ring. 

He spread his legs willingly, tilted his hips. 
"I do like an eager boy." Thor grabbed his cock and 

stroked it lazily. 

"I. Damn. You..." His hips moved slowly in time. 
"I need you good and hard before I put on the ring." 
He nodded. "What happens now? Color or more 

black?" He didn't want to consider more metal. 

"I'm going to start adding color. Your gargoyle has to 

be sitting on something, and the sky beyond it should be 
blue." 

"And there's the stained glass." He thought that was 

going to be stunning. 

"Yes. I might actually create the rest of the scene as 

stained glass." Thor looked at him, at his chest, head 
tilted one way and the other. 

"What?" It was almost like having a photographer 

look at him. Almost, but not quite. 

Thor's eyes rose to his face, met his, and the man 

smiled. "It's going to be stunning. You are going to be 
stunning." 

"You think so?" He reached out, the hand on his cock 

forgotten. He just wanted comfort, touch. 

Thor's free hand wrapped around his, and the man 

nodded. "Absolutely." 

He held on, their eyes locked for the longest time. 

Then Thor let go of his hand and wrapped the cock ring 
around his prick. The pressure was sweet, perfect, firm 
but not painful. 

"There. That should keep you in fighting form for the 

next few hours." Thor sounded altogether too satisfied. 

"Do you have a tattoo studio in the real world?" 
"I do indeed. It's a great little shop -- all mine, too." 

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"Cool. Where is it?" Was that against the rules? 
"You gonna come see me when this is over?" Thor 

smiled at him. "I'll make sure you have my contact 
information when we leave here." 

"I'll be footloose and fancy free." Unemployed and 

running from some pissed-off agents. 

"Oh, I need to do a tat on at least one of your feet."
 "What?" 
"I said I'm going to put a tattoo on at least one of 

your feet." 

"But... I..." Why? God, that would hurt. 
"There we go. Now you have something to worry 

about besides the ring for your cock." 

"The ring's not bad." It was actually comfortable. 
"I meant the PA." Thor gave him a wink, tapped the 

top of his cock. 

He shook his head. No. No, the nipple was enough. 
"Yeah, PA, foot tattoo. PA, foot tattoo. It's enough to 

keep you going in circles." 

"No. There's not that much time." Only four days left. 
"Oh, I'm going to step up the speed we're working at. 

Don't worry; I'll get it all done." 

His cock jerked -- not only at the words, but at the 

look in Thor's eyes. 

"Okay, Let's get started -- we've got a lot of work to 

do." 

He closed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists as 

he worked not to panic. 

"Just breathe, boy." 
"I'm trying. I'm already tender." 
"I'm not tattooing over the same skin." 
"Okay." He had trusted Thor this far. 
"I'm going to do the outline of the stained glass first. 

Then fill it in." 

"Will it be beautiful?" 

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"Stunning." 
"You'll talk to me?" He felt like he was going to cry -

- not from fear, just from adrenaline. 

"I could tell you the story of the first tattoo I did." 

Thor turned on some music, the sound of something 
classical filling the quiet spaces between Thor's words. 

That made him smile. "I'd like that." 
"Well, I wasn't always such an ink god. I know, hard 

to believe." 

His laughter was cut off by the sound of the gun. 
Thor started inking his skin, still working freehand. 

"My first job was my new boss' girlfriend." 

"Oh, God. That must have been terrifying." 
"I was too arrogant to be terrified. I was also a dumb 

ass." 

Benji relaxed into the chair, the sting and burn 

familiar now. "Did you mess it up?" 

"I almost didn't. I was done, and it was a beautiful 

little star with her name in it. Jenny." 

"Almost?" 
He had to hear this. 
"Yep. Jenny was the boss' other girlfriend. This gal 

was April." 

"Oh. Oh, God." His eyes opened, and he started 

laughing, real, deep belly laughs. 

Thor stopped the gun while he was laughing and 

grinned at him. "I was fired, but the boss? He had to deal 
with the girls getting together and teaching him the error 
of his ways." 

"You know, I've never done that." He'd never cheated 

on a guy, not in all the years he'd been dating. 

"Never dated two girls at once?" 
"Oh, I've known I was queer from the start. I meant 

cheating." 

"Ah. That's a good policy. It's a messy business." 

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"Yeah. I'm sort of..." He almost shrugged, then 

remembered not to move. 

"Sort of what?" 
"Boring, I guess." 
"Well, once I'm done with you, no one will ever be 

able to accuse you of that." 

"If I let people see." 
"It would be a shame not to, boy." 
He whimpered and his hips rolled. "What would you 

have me do? If I was yours?" 

Thor chuckled. "You'd be lucky if I ever let you wear 

clothes." 

"That would be awkward..." 
"But beautiful. Stunning, in fact." Thor smiled and 

changed out needles and ink. 

"Sort of illegal." But arousing, to belong to someone. 
"Only illegal in public, boy." 
"I..." His cock was leaking as he imagined himself as 

Thor's, to do with what Thor wanted to. 

Thor looked happy, peaceful as he continued to ink 

color into his skin. 

"What... what else would you do?" Was it awful? To 

ask? 

"If you were mine when we left here?" 
Benji nodded. "Yeah." If he was Thor's boy for real. 
"I'd show you off." He'd been looked at his entire life, 

right? That wouldn't be different. "I'd keep working on 
you, too. You wouldn't have to wear clothes because it 
would look like you were." 

"You'd tattoo clothes on?" 
"No, but I'd eventually cover you completely. Head 

to toe." 

"You wouldn't think that was ugly?" He didn't want 

to be ugly. He just didn't want to be Random Hero 
Number Four. 

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"Fuck, no." 
"But... What about when I... when your boy got old? 

Wrinkled." The man would be a freak. 

"You're a living piece of artwork, boy. That means as 

you change, the artwork changes." Thor smiled, eyes 
shining. "It would be very cool." 

He nodded, his balls drawing up. "It would be... 

different, huh?" 

"I think it would be amazing. Growing old with 

someone like that." 

"God, yes. To be someone's. Just one person's." Shut 

up. Shut your fucking mouth. 

Thor nodded. "Exactly." 
He closed his eyes, forced himself to breathe, to 

focus, to be right there. "That's why I came here, so that 
I couldn't be just anybody on a cover anymore." 

"No, never again." Thor's fingers twitched his nipple 

ring. 

He moaned, jerked a little. "Stings." 
"Good. Endorphins are better than any drug." 
"Mmmhmm. Still. Stings." 
"The PA will sting more." 
He shook his head. "I... I can't imagine that." 
"You won't have to." 
"My cock will be... No. No, I can't do that." 
"You don't have to do it. I will. The pain fades. It'll 

be sexy, very sensitive." Thor set to work again, and he 
sobbed a little -- more from stress than pain. "It's okay, 
boy. You're good." 

"Am I?" He was such a weakling. 
"You are." Thor met his eyes and smiled. "You're 

very good." 

"Okay." 
Okay. 
He could be good for a little while. 

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Chapter Six 

Thor worked on a few yoga poses, stretching his 

body, easing a few aches that two full days of tattooing 
had left in their wake. 

Two full days. 
They'd been glorious days, too. Benji looked 

awesome with his gargoyle coming out of a stained 
glass scene. The colors popped, the blackwork was 
sharp. It was some of his best work. 

The man needed like no one he'd ever met, too. That 

need called to him, touched something inside him. Thor 
always had a special place in his heart for the men and 
women he inked, but this was different. This was much 
more intense than he'd expected. He was more than 
passing fond of Benji. Probably a lot more. 

He shook the thoughts from his head before they 

could start chasing each other like a dog after its own 
tail. If he fell for Benji, he fell for Benji. It wouldn't be 
fair to the man, to the art, to hold back. 

He breathed deeply, feeling the oxygen filling his 

lungs, feeding his cells. 

Benji was sleeping. He got that -- the crash after the 

high wore a man out. Beautiful as the man had been, 
now he was absolutely stunning, would be even more so 
after the next few days. 

He was a joy to work with. Thor was incredibly 

tempted to just keep him. It made him smile. 

A soft knock came at the door, and he went over to 

collect their breakfast. More fruit, little sausages and 
fingers of toast, along with orange juice, tea, and a new 
batch of water bottles for their little fridge. 

His boy stirred, hands traveling over the long, lean 

body. Benji was going to wake himself up when those 
fingers hit the new tats. The long, thin cock swelled 

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first, curving over that perfect belly. Thor's prick 
responded to the sight, firming quickly. 

He was going to pierce that pretty cock. He could 

imagine it, inked with his signature, pierced, a little bow 
tied on to dress it up. Or a chain, connecting cock to 
nipple. A bell. A little tag that said 'boy.' 

His boy. Fuck, yeah, he wanted to take Benji home 

with him; he couldn't deny it. He climbed onto the bed, 
bent, and pressed his tongue against Benji's slit. 

"Sir!" 
He almost came, just from that immediate, instinctive 

word. He slid his lips around the tip of Benji's cock and 
hummed. 

"Oh. Oh, fuck..." Benji's hips rolled, eyes popping 

open to stare at him. 

He let the sweet cock slide from his lips and smiled 

up at the man. "Good morning." 

"Morning." Benji's moan was warm, happy. "You're 

up early." 

"Uh-huh. Admiring the view." He gave Benji a wink. 
His boy chuckled, blushed. "Flatterer." 
"Yes. It's true, too, though." 
"Thank you. You... No one looks at me like you do." 
"Their loss." Thor swiped at Benji's prick again. Poor 

man -- no one had ever looked beyond the pretty face. It 
really was their loss. He wasn't so shallow, though. 

"Your gain?" Benji's entire body arched. 
"Absolutely." He ran his fingers in the air over 

Benji's tattoo. "Yours, too." 

Benji twisted, body moving toward his touch. 
"Sweet, wanton boy." He kneaded Benji's thighs. 
He watched as Benji spread for him, exposing 

himself easily. Bending, he kissed the hungry little hole. 
Benji's cry echoed, the sound pure need. 

"Love that sound, boy." 

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"Love when you call me boy." 
"It's who you are. My boy." 
Benji's cock throbbed, the perfect body flushing with 

heat. 

He was definitely putting in the PA on their last day 

here. The lovely cock cried out for it. His thumb rubbed 
the pretty strip of skin behind Benji's balls. There would 
be two rings here, too. He licked a stripe along the skin, 
pulling the taste in. His boy spread wider, eager, 
unafraid. 

He sucked on his thumb, slicking it up, and then 

pressed it into Benji's body. Hot and tight, Benji's body 
was perfect, taking his finger in. 

"Sweet hole. So tight." He licked around his thumb, 

the wrinkled flesh hot. 

That made Benji's sounds louder, needier, more and 

more hungry. He pushed his thumb in deeper, rubbed it 
around, half stretching the sweet hole out. 

"So good..." Benji's hips were moving, taking him in. 
"It is." Thor couldn't remember the last time things 

had burned this hot, this fast. 

"Touching me..." 
He stroked the tight little balls, rolling them in their 

sac. "Glad you noticed," he teased. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I noticed. Fuck..." 
"Your skin wants my fingers, my mouth." 
"Yes." That single word sounded like a prayer. 
He pulled one of Benji's balls into his mouth. Benji 

stilled, breathing nice and slow, eyes closed. He lashed 
the ball in his mouth with his tongue. The breaths slowly 
became panting, Benji's fingers tangling in his hair. He 
let that ball go, and slid his mouth over to the other one, 
slurping it right in. 

All his senses were filled with Benji -- it was like he 

was drowning in the man. There were worse ways to go. 

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His thumb pushed back into Benji's hole, rubbing in 

circles. His eager little slut bore down, trying to take 
him in. He tugged at Benji's ball, reminding his boy who 
was in charge. A soft cry rang out, and his boy stilled, 
settled. So good. 

He sucked Benji's ball a moment longer, and then 

licked his way up Benji's lovely cock. As soon as Benji 
started moving, he stopped, tugged those sensitive balls. 
His boy would learn. He didn't say anything -- he didn't 
have to. 

When Benji settled again, he began licking and 

sucking the thin, velvety skin. With every motion Benji 
made, he tugged, stopped. Soon Benji was perfectly still, 
crying out softly, cock leaking for him. He licked at the 
tip, slurping up the pre-come. 

"Sir... Oh, God. Oh, fuck." That pretty ass was 

working his thumb, trying to get more. 

He pushed the digit deeper as he took the tip of 

Benji's cock in, sucking hard. Benji cried out, arched, 
hips rolling. No, no, no. Growling, he slid his thumb out 
of Benji's ass and tugged hard on the man's balls. 

"Fuck! Fuck, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it!" 
"Try harder." He grinned up at Benji and added, 

"Boy." 

"Yes. Yes, Sir." Those pretty eyes were glazed. 
"Sexy minx." 
Benji was, the tattoos making all that beauty seem 

more, better. 

"Need. You make me need." Benji sounded like he 

was going crazy. 

Good. That was what Thor wanted. Benji eased down 

into the pillows again, breath slowing. 

"That's it, beautiful boy." He pushed two fingers into 

Benji's body, opening him up now. 

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Benji gulped in breath, shivering as he fought to stay 

still. 

"I'm gonna fill you." 
"Oh, God. Please. Anything. Sir." 
"My cock. Just you wait." He pushed a third finger 

in. 

Benji's thighs stayed spread, the hips unmoving, the 

hungry hole taking him in, stretching. 

"Very good. You deserve a reward for that." 
"Thank you. Thank you, Sir." 
He shifted, sliding between Benji's legs, and his boy 

didn't move, watching him, eyes serious, waiting for 
him. 

"That's perfect." He began to push in, moving slowly, 

carefully. 

"For you." The words were bare whispers. 
"Yes. Yes, for me, boy." Fuck. His cock throbbed and 

he stilled, took a couple of breaths before he continued 
pushing in. 

Benji groaned, but didn't move, didn't shift to take 

him in. 

"So very good." He settled in deep and held still for a 

moment, watching Benji. 

Benji's eyes were closed, lips parted. The long hair 

curled around the man's face, damp with sweat. His ink 
shone, still so new, so fresh. Beautiful. His boy was 
beautiful. His temporary boy. 

He started moving, thrusting into the tight hole again 

and again. Benji didn't move, let him in, the only 
reaction the full cock and the soft, hungry cries. Such 
wonderful obedience, and so soon. 

He kissed Benji and then whispered, "You can move, 

boy." 

"Sir!" Benji's arms wrapped around him, his boy 

riding him, the kiss fierce, needy. 

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All that pent-up need being let loose was the sexiest 

thing. Groaning, he moved faster, responding to Benji's 
need. He flicked Benji's nipple ring and that tight ass 
squeezed, working his cock. 

"Yeah. Fuck." 
He laughed and pounded harder. 
"Please. Please..." Benji was wild underneath him. 
Shifting, he kept thrusting, searching for just the right 

angle. 

"Please..." Benji's eyes went wide, a sharp cry on the 

air. 

"There you go. Right there." He kept hitting Benji's 

gland, holding those beautiful eyes. 

"Yours. Yours. Yours." Benji was panting, calling for 

him. 

"That's right." He wrapped his hand around Benji's 

cock. "And you can come on my cock." 

"Yes!" Seed sprayed over his fingers, hot and wet. 
Groaning, he pushed in a couple more times, and then 

froze as he filled the condom. Benji held him in deep, 
body working him. Thor collapsed down onto his boy, 
trying to keep from leaning directly on the man's chest 
and the new tattoos. One hand stroked his head, loving 
on him. 

"Mmm. Sweet, sweet boy." He nuzzled into Benji's 

neck, pulling in the smells of man and sweat and sex. 

Benji offered him a soft, dear sound. 
"Good morning, boy," he whispered. 
"Good morning, Sir." A kiss brushed his jaw. 
"It definitely is. And it's going to be a good day. I 

have plans." 

"Do you? Do I need to know?" 
He chuckled and shook his head. "You don't need to 

know at all." 

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Benji relaxed, trusting him, and he felt that trust deep 

in his gut. 

"Breakfast is here, I'll go get it, let you take a 

moment in the bathroom." 

"Okay. I'll grab a quick shower." Benji kissed his 

chin, his lips. 

"A very quick shower." 
"Yes, Sir." Good boy. Beautiful boy. 
He couldn't wait to get back to work on him. 
The tray was waiting for him, and he heard the water 

running, heard Benji singing. He set up the tray on the 
bed so he could feed his boy, and then went over and 
made sure everything was ready for when he started 
inking again. 

The water was turned off, the sounds of his boy 

growing more clear. He hummed, turned to watch when 
Benji came out. Those hips rocked side to side, sweet as 
could be. The ink was fine, making the strong body 
perfect. He had an idea for a dragon rising up along 
Benji's thigh, curving along that lean hip. 

"Smells good." Benji smiled at him, the hard muscles 

beautiful. 

"So do you." He ran a hand over where the dragon 

was going to live. The thigh muscle tightened, then 
eased, and Benji stepped closer. "I've got another beast 
for you." 

"A beast?" 
"Yeah." He touched the gargoyle. "A friend for this 

one." 

"Do gargoyles have friends?" Benji's cock jerked, 

began to swell. 

"This one does. It's a long, sexy dragon." 
"I had a friend who collected dragons." 
"Yeah?" 

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Benji nodded. "I have them all now. She died about 

six months ago." 

"I'm sorry." He continued to stroke Benji's thigh, 

fingers tracing the lines where the dragon would go. 

"It's okay. She's the one who did this for me." Benji 

smiled, the look happy and sad all at once. 

"She must have been a very good friend, to know you 

so well." 

"My agent. Carrie. She was my best friend." 
"So you lost your agent and your friend at the same 

time." He winced. That was pretty rough. It was no 
wonder Benji wanted a change, wanted to do something 
drastic like this. 

"Yeah. Yeah, she..." Benji shrugged, bit his bottom 

lip. "Can I sit with you?" 

He sat on the big chair next to the bed and patted his 

lap. 

His boy settled close, leaned against him. "Thank 

you." 

He kissed the top of Benji's head and rubbed his arm. 

"Did you want to talk about it for a bit, or would you 
like to have some breakfast and move on?" 

"Do you want to know? We could talk and eat, but I 

don't want to bore you." 

"I would like to know whatever you feel comfortable 

sharing with me." 

A piece of toast was picked up from the tray, offered 

to him. "About five years ago, I tried to kill myself. 
Carrie found me. I lived with her, after, until she died. 
She's the one who told me that I should follow my 
dream, stop modeling." 

Thor jerked when Benji said the words "kill myself," 

but didn't say anything until he'd finished speaking. 
"Why did you try to kill yourself?" 

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"I'd been modeling for years, and I was getting older. 

I... It's hard, to stay buff, to stay perfect. To be the hero. 
I just... One night I couldn't face it anymore." 

"You could have stopped, found something else to 

do." Thor ate some toast. 

"I don't know how to do anything else. I'm not the 

brightest man on earth." Benji shrugged. "I started 
modeling when I was six. I was doing it full time at 
fourteen. I got a GED." 

"Wow. That's a long time to do one thing. Especially 

once you've burned out. You must have enough money 
saved up to be able to do nothing while you figure out 
what you want to do instead of modeling?" 

Benji nodded. "That's why I did it. I can walk away 

now, if I'm careful. Forever. Carrie bought this for me 
before she died, this experience." 

"Maybe she's up there still pulling strings a little --

seeing as she made you a great match for it. If I do say 
so myself." 

Benji nodded, eyes on his. "I. Yes. I could be yours. I 

mean, I know this isn't real. I know you're here because 
they hired you, but... in another world, I could have 
been. Yours." 

"Feels pretty real, doesn't it?" 
"God, yes. It feels like... the most real thing I've ever 

done." 

"It's very real. And you'll have this forever." Thor 

pointed at his chest where the piercings and the tattoos 
stood out. 

Benji nodded, nibbling on a muffin. The beautiful 

eyes were sad, a little distant. "I will. But I have another 
whole day. Let's not talk about goodbye yet. I'll let you 
go back to your life tomorrow evening." 

"You have two more days -- today and tomorrow. I'm 

going to make them days you'll never forget." 

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Benji smiled at him. "I don't doubt it." 
He reached for a piece of cheese and offered it to his 

boy. Benji leaned forward and nibbled it from his 
fingers. 

"Mmm. You're so sensual." He loved that about the 

man. 

Benji moaned, licking his fingertips. 
"It's part of what makes the tats so good." Thor's 

voice was husky, the effect of those little licks showing 
in it. 

"No, that's all you." 
He chuckled, pleased. "Thanks, boy." 
Benji fed him slowly, caring for him, focused on him. 

He made sure that Benji ate as well. The pierced nipple 
was hard, tense, the rings taut. He reached out, pressed 
his thumb against it. Benji's lips parted, a sweet, sharp 
cry filling the air. Fuck, yes. He would get his boy all 
hard and wrap that pretty package up with black leather. 

The sight of his boy bound and hard was an 

addiction. If Benji were his... He shook the thought 
away and flicked the pierced nipple again. 

"Sir. Sir..." The pretty prick started to fill, swell. 
"Yes. Such a good boy. Such a responsive boy." 
Benji blushed, lips parted, so hungry. He pressed his 

lips to Benji's, tongue slipping in. 

"Master." The word was whispered into his mouth, 

sweet, soft, just a breath. 

He deepened the kiss, emotion swelling up inside 

him. Benji's arms wrapped around him, held on, staying 
close. He shifted Benji so the man was straddling his 
thighs, their cocks pressed tight between them. They 
started shifting, moving, Benji riding his lap, moaning 
into his kiss. He wrapped his hands around Benji's ass, 
encouraging the movements. 

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Benji's eyes were open, watching him, letting him in. 

He pushed the kiss deeper, taking more and more. His 
boy was leaking against him, cock dripping and sliding 
against his belly. Slick, hot, so soft and hard at the same 
time; Thor loved it. 

He bit at Benji's lips, and his fingers pinched the 

unadorned nipple. The moan that pushed between his 
lips was pure need. 

He pulled one hand between them, wrapping it 

around their cocks. He groaned at the sensation of 
Benji's cock against his. He bit at Benji's lips, tugged 
them, made them swell. He wanted to growl; he wanted 
to claim the man as his, right now. 

Those eyes were so big, so needy, staring into him. 

He held the gaze, put what he was feeling into it. Benji 
nodded once, breathing him in. Groaning, he stood, 
holding onto Benji as he moved to the bed. His. His boy. 
Damn it. And they both knew it. 

He pushed Benji onto the bed and drove into him. 

Those hands dragged him close, kept him right there, 
happy sounds pushing into his lips. He began to pound 
into Benji's body, their hips working hard. His. His. 
Thor wanted to scream. He pressed harder into Benji. He 
pressed faster into him. 

"Sir. Sir. So good." Beautiful. His boy. 
"Show me. Come for me." Make him come, too. 
"Yes!" Benji arched, that sweet hole gripping him 

with a fierce hold, and come sprayed in thick ropes over 
the inked chest. 

So fucking gorgeous. 
He let go, his come filling the condom as his body 

jerked over Benji. Benji's lips opened and closed, a 
happy sound leaving them. 

He rested against Benji, the man's come hot between 

them. He'd have to sterilize the tattoos and cream them, 

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but they could lie like this for a moment or two and just 
be. 

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Chapter Seven 

Benji ached and he headed for the bathroom, just to 

sit in the shower, try and breathe. Maybe four days of 
ink was a mistake. His muscles ached, his skin burned, 
and his heart... Well, his heart was going to break. 

It fucking figured that he'd come to do this and fall in 

love. Everyone would tell him it wasn't real. Everyone. 
But the problem was Benji didn't think this kind of 
feeling could be faked. He was going to head back to his 
empty apartment tomorrow, and Thor would head back 
to God knew where, and that would be it. 

It would be over. 
He closed the curtain and let the water slam into his 

back, keeping the direct spray off his chest and thigh and 
the new ink. He could have a cry in here, have a moment 
of wallowing in the heartache that was coming before he 
went back out and let himself pretend for another few 
hours that it wasn't over. 

He'd wanted to be altered by this, but he hadn't 

thought it would be his heart that would be changed. 

He didn't think he'd been in there very long when 

there was a knock on the door, followed by Thor coming 
in. "Everything okay, boy?" 

"Mmmhmm." He didn't trust himself to speak. 
"You're being careful of your tats, right?" Thor pulled 

the shower curtain aside, eyes hot as they raked over 
him. 

"Uh-huh." He turned a little, making sure the spray 

hit his face. 

"God, you're stunning." Thor stepped into the shower 

with him, so easy in his skin. 

"It's your work." 
"It is, true. But you wear it well. You are the canvas; 

none of it would work without you." 

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"Thank you." Come on, man. Figure this shit out. 

You can cry tomorrow. Hell, tonight. 

"Come on. You're done. I've saved the best for last." 
"Okay." He turned the water off, touching Thor on 

the way. 

"Mmm, sweet boy." God, Thor's look was like a 

touch. 

He blushed, moaned a little bit. God, he was stupid in 

love. Stupid. 

Thor moved toward him, lips latching onto his in a 

hot kiss. Benji opened up, his cock taking an interest, 
even as sore as he was. Thor's tongue tasted good and it 
had begun to feel familiar, maybe even necessary. He 
wrapped his lips around the hot, wriggling flesh and 
started sucking. 

Groaning, Thor fucked his mouth with that tongue, 

pushing deep as he sucked on it. He found himself 
pressed close, his body eager and hard, cock moving 
against Thor's thigh. 

"My sensual boy." The words filled him. 
Thor's. He would be Thor's. Forever, if Thor would 

just ask. 

The kisses returned, Thor's mouth owning his. A soft, 

sobbing gasp left him, tore from him. Thor grabbed his 
ass and picked him up, carrying him out of the 
bathroom. Strong. So strong. It blew his mind. 

"Doing you in the chair this time." Thor plonked him 

down on the chair, eyes shining. 

"K...kinky." He sprawled, his legs going out to either 

side. 

"Boy, this is just the edge of kinky." 
"The edge?" Benji was going to just explode. 
"The things I could do to you in this chair." 
He shook his head, his cock leaking on his belly. Oh, 

God. 

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"Oh, yes." Thor's mouth covered his again, fingers 

going to his hole. 

He couldn't quite shift with his legs draped over the 

edges, but his belly went tight as he tried to help. 

"Mmm, yes, boy, so wonderfully eager. The things I 

could do to you if you were mine." 

Those fingers pushed in, went deep. He sucked in a 

sobbing breath, hiding his face with his hands, his hair. 

Thor growled. "No hiding!" 
"I have to." He didn't have a choice. 
"You're not allowed to." 
"I have to!" His heart was in his throat. "In a few 

hours, you'll go back to your real life and I'll go back to 
nothing, and I can't keep my shit together when you 
tease me with something I can't have!" 

"Who said you can't have it?" 
"Don't tease!" He pulled away, hurtling himself off 

the chair. "Please don't. You... You're like... This is..." 
He was going to short out. 

Thor grabbed his arms, pulled him up against the 

strong body. "Tell me what you want." 

"I..." He ducked his head, let his hair cover his face, 

swallowed hard. He was going to ruin his whole fantasy, 
was going to fuck everything up. 

"What?" growled Thor. 
"I want to be your boy, okay? I know I can't. I know 

you have a real life. I know all these things, but..." He 
shook his head, biting his lips. 

Thor took a long, deep breath. "Maybe all you need 

to do is ask." 

He looked at Thor, then murmured his safe word. 

"Grandmother. Not as a fantasy thing. Not in a scene." 

Thor nodded. "You're right." He frowned. "Okay. 

Let's go out to the garden, just you and me. No fantasy, 
no scene. Just you and me." 

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"I don't know where my clothes are." 
"We have robes in the closet." Thor went and 

grabbed them, offering a bright red, silk kimono-style 
robe. 

"Thank you." He was shaking hard, feeling like he 

could fly apart. 

Thor helped him into it and slipped on a second 

kimono. Then one arm slid over his shoulders, Thor 
leading him out of the room. 

It was beautiful outside -- sunny, the flowers 

blooming, the wind blowing. It helped ease back the 
utter horror that he'd just spilled his guts to someone 
who could be a passing-for-straight, married axe 
murderer. 

Thor drew him to a bench and they sat together. 

"Feeling less exposed?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, I..." He drew the robe around him, 

peered out at Thor. "Have I fucked everything up?" 

"I don't think you have at all. I would like to hear 

what you have to say, though. To ask." 

"What if you say no?" 
"Then I say no." Thor met his gaze. "You can't let 

fear keep you from going after the things that are 
important to you." 

He looked down at his hands, took a deep breath. "I 

want to know if you're serious, if you are looking for a 
boy of your own." 

Thor put a finger under his chin and forced him to 

look up, to look into the piercing eyes. "I am looking for 
a boy of my own." 

"Are you looking for someone like me?" He was 

going to throw up. 

"Don't go fishing, boy. Just ask what you want-- No. 

Ask what you need to ask." 

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"Can I be your boy? For real?" He couldn't move, and 

if he tried, he would just run. 

"Yes." 
Benji swayed, the world actually going gray around 

the edges. 

Thor caught him and tugged him close, kissed the top 

of his head. "Be very sure. I want you, Benji. I want you 
to be my boy, but your life will change." 

"How?" All the comfort in the world was in Thor's 

arms. 

"When you're my boy, I'm going to finish what I 

started here. When you're my boy, I show you off to the 
people I want to see you. They'll be able to look, but no 
one touches you but me." 

He nodded. That was acceptable. He wanted to be 

owned, cherished, seen. 

"There'll be rules, boy. Rules like I get to do to your 

body what I want. Just like here. My vision, my tats, my 
piercings on your body." 

It felt like Thor was looking into his very soul. 
"I have rules too. I want to be yours. I want you to 

see me." 

"Boy, I can't see anything but you." 
His eyes closed, his body shifting, sliding against 

Thor's legs. 

"This wasn't supposed to happen. I was hired to give 

you your fantasy and then slip away when your time 
here was finished. But you..." Thor shook his head. 

"I'm yours. Body and soul. I tried to not fall." He'd 

tried, but... 

"We both fought, but we knew, hmm?" Thor licked 

his lips, and then deepened the touch into a kiss. 

All he could do was open, accept, submit. 
Thor growled a little and pulled back. "The things I 

want to do to you should not be done in public. There's a 

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couple of things we need to be clear on before we go 
back and finish out your fantasy." 

He nodded, arms wrapped around himself. "What 

things?" 

"Are you keeping your safe word or are you choosing 

a new one?" 

He tilted his head. "Why would I change it?" 
"Because it's real now. It's for keeps. You don't have 

to; I just wanted you to have the opportunity to do it." 

"I'll keep mine. I know it." He'd used it. 
"Good. Are you coming home with me? I want you 

living with me full time, but if you need to pack and 
close out shit..." 

"I." He turned a dark red. "I did it. Before I came. I 

sold my place, my stuff. I said this was my new start, the 
new me. I left it all behind." He had money, a shitload of 
it, but that was it. Everything he owned was in the cabin. 
Every single thing. Even the dragons, the most special 
ones, wrapped and kept safe in a chest. 

Thor looked surprised for a moment, and then he 

smiled, lips curving slowly upward. "Then you're free to 
be mine, completely mine, starting right this minute." 

Benji nodded. "Yes." He'd lost his mind. Lost it. 

Totally. 

He'd never felt so free. 

*** 

Thor basically dragged Benji back inside. 
It was probably against all the rules the fine people 

who were paying him had. He didn't care. He didn't even 
care if he didn't get paid. Okay, he cared a little bit 
because it was a shitload of money that would buy a lot 
of ink, jewelry, and leather for his boy, but if he 
forfeited it by having and keeping his boy, then so be it. 

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Back to the chair, he pushed Benji into it. "Now, 

where were we, boy?" 

"You had your fingers in my ass and I was going 

crazy." Benji met his eyes. "Sir." 

"Mmm, that's right, boy." He very deliberately 

grabbed some of the cream he'd used for Benji's tats and 
slicked up his fingers. 

Benji spread again, exactly like before, half-hard 

cock heavy against one thigh. 

"Fuck, yes." 
So fucking sensual. So fucking perfect. And all 

fucking his. His. For real. Forever. 

He couldn't stop looking, now, knowing he could, 

knowing that tomorrow he'd be in that jet, his boy 
collared and kneeling beside him, sucking him off. Thor 
pushed his fingers into Benji's body. "You're clean." It 
wasn't a question -- he knew Benji was, as he was. This 
place did its homework. 

"Yes, Sir." That pierced nipple was hard as a rock. 
"Me, too." He pegged Benji's gland, bending to flick 

the nipple rings up and down with his tongue. 

"Sir!" His boy arched, pressed up into his lips. 
He wrapped his lips around the little bit of flesh, 

sucking hard. The metal teased his lips, his tongue, but it 
was the cry that he heard, soul-deep. Fingers sliding out, 
Thor settled his cock right there, up tight against Benji's 
little hole. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. 

Those beautiful eyes met his, the look naked and 

honest and needy. "Yours." 

"That's right. Mine. My boy." Holding Benji's eyes, 

he pushed right in, skin on skin, tight fucking flesh 
touching and squeezing his. 

"Oh. Oh, God. God. God. You. It's you." It sounded 

like his boy was praying. 

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"Yes. All me. Just me. Fuck." He pushed all the way 

in, circled his hips. 

Benji held his knees, spread for him. So fucking 

eager. So good. He pulled most of the way out and 
started humping into his boy. He looked down, watched 
as his cock disappeared into that sweet, tight ring of 
muscles. It would look amazing with a little ring or four 
leading up to those tight balls. Chains strung through, 
attached to a plug to keep this little hole ready for him. 

"Fuck." He punched in harder, driving into Benji. 

This boy was his. All his. 

The ring of muscles around his cock spasmed, jerked, 

milked him. 

"Come for me, boy. Let me watch your spunk coming 

from your plain cock for the last time." 

Benji's eyes went wide, lips parting as spunk sprayed 

between them. Groaning at the way the squeezing 
around his prick got tighter, Thor jerked through a 
couple more thrusts before it was more than he could 
take and he came, even as he watched the last few drops 
spurt from Benji's cock. 

His come was filling his boy. The thought made him 

groan. He finally stopped moving, resting against Benji, 
holding his boy's gaze. Benji's body was still moving, 
still working his prick. 

"You're fucking magic, boy. My magic." 
Benji nodded, hiding his face in one raised arm. 
"Don't hide from me, boy." Thor pushed Benji's arm 

away. 

"Yes, Sir. I'll try." 
"You don't need to hide. You're mine, all of you." 
"All of me?" 
"Every last bit of you. From your head to the tips of 

your toes." 

That sweet hole clenched again. "Where is home?" 

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"Seattle." Thor closed his eyes for a moment and 

swallowed, then opened them again. 

"You okay?" 
"Your ass feels fucking amazing." Too good, if there 

was such a thing. 

"I can feel you -- your come -- inside me." 
"Good. I want to be inside you, even when I'm not." 
That made his boy jerk, ass squeezing again. 
"Mmm. You were made for me." He believed it -- it 

wasn't just words. 

"Yes. Yes, Sir." 
"Yes." He pulled out slowly, groaning as his cock 

slipped away from the tight heat of Benji's body. He put 
one finger against Benji's hole, encouraging his boy to 
hold his seed in. "Hold it tight, boy." 

He could feel that hot, swollen ring of muscles 

squeeze, relax, then squeeze again. 

"I'm going to put my ring on you now." 
"Your ring?" That sweet hole spasmed again. 
"Yes. My ring of ownership. Right here." He pushed 

his thumb against Benji's slit. 

"I. I. I can't... I can't keep you in. Not when you say 

things like that." 

He'd just have to plug that tight hole up, then. "Then 

let me just..." He reached over, dug through the second 
drawer with the toys, and grabbed a little plug. 

Benji was panting, skin glowing with a light film of 

sweat. 

"Beautiful." He slicked up the little plug and set the 

head against Benji's hole. "Let me in, boy." 

"Yes, Sir." Those lovely eyes closed as his boy 

sucked in air, bore down on the plug. 

"Good, boy." He pushed it right in -- it wasn't large 

enough to cause any trouble. He patted Benji's ass, then 
the man's soft, sweet ball sac. 

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Then he slid his fingers up along Benji's prick. "You 

ready?" They'd been working toward this since the 
beginning. 

"No." 
He smiled at the bald honesty. "We'll do it anyway." 
"We will?" 
He could see Benji's heartbeat. "Yes. We will. 

Because you're my boy." 

"Is it bad?" 
"Is what bad? A Prince Albert? It's wonderful." 
His boy met his eyes, then nodded. "Okay. If you say 

so." 

"Trust me, boy. I won't say it won't hurt. But it's 

going to be wonderful." 

That pretty cock was shrinking, pulling in, trying to 

hide from him. 

Thor chuckled softly, ran his hand over it. "You can't 

run away from your master." 

Benji whimpered, and the sound made him hum 

happily. 

"I was going to do this anyway, but now I get to do it 

knowing that you truly are mine, that this is a ring of 
commitment." He started stroking Benji's prick. His boy 
took a while to respond, for the sweet cock to begin to 
fill. "That's it, boy. I will never do anything to you that 
isn't meant to bring us pleasure and satisfaction once it's 
healed, that won't make you even more stunning than 
you already are." 

He would reward this trust, this need, forever. 
Bending, he placed a kiss on Benji's cockhead, he 

traced it with his tongue, learning the shape and taste 
before he changed it. It was never going to be the same. 
Nothing about his boy's life would be the same. He 
closed his lips over Benji's prick and pulled away 
slowly, tongue slapping at it. 

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Looking up, he met Benji's eyes. Those lovely eyes 

were open, watching him, glittering in the sunlight. He 
reached up, stroked Benji's cheek. His. This man was 
his. For real. Benji's face turned, lips soft on his palm. 

"My boy." He couldn't help but smile when he said 

the words. 

"My Sir." 
"That's right." He felt those words all the way to his 

toes. 

Benji smiled, tongue touching the center of his palm. 

He chuckled and rubbed his thumb over Benji's lips. His 
other thumb rubbed that cockhead. His boy's lips parted, 
thighs parting as those hips rolled. 

"Let's do this." 
He grabbed the ring and offered it to Benji to look at, 

to examine. 

Benji's fingers shook. "It's very big." 
"It is. Part of its beauty." 
"I might pass out." 
"No, I want you to experience it all." Every second of 

it. 

Benji whimpered softly, hand closing over the ring. 
He took Benji's hand in his, held on. "It's an intense 

experience, and our first as true master and boy." 

"I'm fucking wigged out." 
"Taking you into new experiences is part of what I'm 

going to do for the rest of our lives." 

"What am I going to do for you?" 
"You're going to let me." 
His boy nodded, shivered. "Anything." 
"That's right. And that's what I'm going to do to you. 

Anything. Everything." 

That pretty prick jerked, started leaking, threatening 

to blow. 

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"No, no, no. You already got to come." He reached 

into the toy drawer and pulled out a little leather cock 
ring. 

"Yes. Yes, Sir." His boy was moaning steadily now, 

chewing on his bottom lip. 

He bound the pretty cock, and then took the ring back 

from Benji, sterilized it. Benji's fingers slipped down the 
hard, flat belly. 

"Hold onto the chair, boy." He met Benji's eyes 

again. "I'm going to need you to be absolutely still." 

The wide-eyed look burned him to the gut, but Benji 

did it, held on. 

"Good boy." Very good boy. Benji was such a 

natural, and Thor knew how lucky he was that no one 
had snatched the man right up already. 

"I'm scared. I'm scared, Sir." 
"It's going to hurt, I won't lie. But it'll be worth it, and 

the pain won't last that long." 

He slowly set out the things he needed. Forceps, 

needle, pliers. Antiseptic. He looked up, but Benji's eyes 
were closed tight, the lean body flushed, sweating. 

"I want you to watch, boy." It was a lot to ask, he 

knew, but he also knew that Benji would try very hard to 
do it. 

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Please." 
"Yes, please. Open your eyes and watch. For me." 
One tear slipped down Benji's cheek, but his eyes 

opened, mouth forming the words, "For you." 

"That's right. For me." 
He picked up the antiseptic and sprayed it over 

Benji's prick. The chair arms creaked as Benji's hands 
clamped down. 

"Good boy." He got himself ready, stopping just 

before doing it. "Deep breath, boy. You'll release it as 
the needle goes through." 

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He took hold of Benji's cock with the clamp, focusing 

on nothing but the task at hand, on marking his own 
boy. He didn't even glance back up at Benji, trusting his 
boy was watching as he'd asked. 

The needle went in easily, the low cry echoing and 

wild. He had to take a breath himself before his hands 
were steady enough to push the ring in behind the 
needle. 

"I. Oh, God. I'm going to scream. Please. Stop." 
"Almost there, boy. One more breath." Benji was 

doing so well. 

Benji sucked in one, shuddering breath, chest 

hitching. He slipped the ring in, pulled the needle out 
and just like that, they were done. He sprayed it again 
with the antiseptic. Benji cried out, tried to shift off the 
chair. 

"No! Don't move. Let it just rest there for a moment." 

He put his hand on Benji's hip and pressed it against the 
chair. He could feel the lean muscles jerking and 
jumping under his touch, fluttering against his hand. 
"You're doing so well, boy." No screaming, no running. 

"I want to make you proud." 
"You do. I am." He looked up finally, meeting Benji's 

eyes again for the first time since putting in the PA. 
"You're amazing." 

"It hurts." The hysteria was there at the surface. 
"I've got something that'll numb it a little." He found 

the numbing spray and used it. He didn't want the pain 
to be entirely gone -- it was a part of the experience --
but Benji having a fit was not how he wanted the 
experience remembered. 

"There. You're doing great." He leaned in to softly 

kiss his boy. 

Benji moaned, hands sliding up his arms to hold onto 

him. "Sir." 

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"That's right, boy. And now you'll never forget it." 

He looked down at his boy, at the rings in the little 
nipple and the ring in the sweet cock. Just the first of 
many. 

Just like today was the first of many. 
"Forever, I promise. I'll never forget." 
"Neither will I. This moment is ours. The first of a 

couple zillion billion." Smiling, he took another kiss, 
feeling it build between them. 

His boy's laughter tickled his lips, and he gathered 

Benji closer. 

There was a peace inside him that he hadn't been 

expecting, that was the antithesis of the way he'd started 
feeling as he'd come closer and closer to their time here 
being done. Now it didn't matter, because now he had 
his boy. 

He'd come here intending to give a man a fantasy, 

and he ended up with one fulfilled. 

"Love you," he said softly, meeting Benji's eyes, 

giving his boy everything. 

"Love." Benji smiled, lips brushing his. "Yes. Love." 
"Good." It was nice to hear it returned, to know his 

devotion was shared. 

His boy nodded, once. "Sir." 
"That's right, boy." 
He pressed another kiss on those sweet lips and then 

went back to admiring his handwork on the Prince 
Albert. "I'm going to give you a couple of guiches, 
attach them to the PA with a chain." 

That poor cock leapt, tried to hide from him. 
"You'll learn to love it, boy." 
"Yes, Sir." 
He thought his boy was the bravest man he'd ever 

met. He didn't touch the PA -- it would be tender for 
awhile. He did, however, cup Benji's balls, roll them. 

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The lean body stayed still, quiet, Benji's eyes huge and 
watching him. 

"You are the prettiest man who ever sat in my chair." 
"None of the others will need you like I do, either." 
"No one ever has." He smiled, fingers sliding back to 

tease the plug in Benji's ass. "And I won't even see 
anyone else now." 

"I... Will it get hard? With the ring?" 
"Did you think I'd do something to you that wouldn't 

let you ever get hard?" 

"No. No, I mean now." 
"Oh." He chuckled and ran his finger from asshole to 

balls. "I guess we'll find out, hmm?" 

"I..." 
He loved the way Benji's balls drew up, wrinkled at 

his touch. He stroked them, then the base of the newly 
pierced cock. 

"I. I don't know if you should touch it." 
"I'm not touching the ring." 
Benji's reactions were fascinating. "No. No, thank 

you. I. My heart's racing." 

"Good." 
"Good?" Those eyes were focused, clear, that 

distance between them gone. 

"I don't want calm and collected, boy. I want you 

right in the middle of it." 

"I want to... I feel like I'll shake apart, it's so big." 
He grabbed Benji's hand. "I have you." 
"Thank God." 
"And I'm not letting go, boy. I promise." 
Tension melted from his boy, Benji's eyes dropping 

closed. He kissed Benji's temple just as a soft bell 
sounded. 

"That's it. No more fantasy. It's real now, boy." 
"Yes, Sir. Can we please go home?" 

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Thor nodded. "We can. Let's go." 
They'd gather his boy's things, his things, and then 

real life could start. 

Their real life. 

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Chapter Eight 

"Master, love? Would you like a glass of wine?" Alan 

felt a bit at a loss, really. Nothing to cook, nothing to do. 
A gourmet meal was being delivered, the cabin was 
spotless. He'd explored every inch while his master had 
napped. Inside, anyway. 

"I think perhaps a glass of champagne each would be 

appropriate, love." Roman smiled at him, looking 
relaxed from his nap. 

The silver hair at his master's temples contrasted 

sharply with the rich, dark hair on the rest of his head; it 
gave him a distinguished air that was belied by the 
twinkle in the blue-grey eyes. 

"Yes, sir." His master was lovely -- strong and sure, 

solid, firm. Even after years together, Alan was 
fascinated. 

"Come sit with me once you've poured them." 
With his master: not by him, but with him. It meant 

instead of kneeling at Roman's feet, he would be sitting 
on the couch, curled into the body he loved so much. He 
nodded, smiled at his lover, and hurried to pour the 
wine. The bubbles made him chuckle, tickling his nose 
as he smelled the bright, tart champagne. 

"I don't suppose there are strawberries to nibble with 

it? Although that might spoil our appetite for dinner..." 

"I'll look. Maybe we'll get lucky." He searched the 

refrigerator, coming up with a little basket of tiny, 
perfect berries. "Oh, look." 

"Oh, this week is going to be fantastic, I can tell 

already." His Master had arranged the week as a gift for 
him, five different experts coming in to do scenes with 
him while his Roman watched. 

He was nervous, excited, exhilarated. So many things 

to experience, to feel, and to know Roman watched 

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every second. To know how aroused his voyeuristic 
Master would be. 

He could feel his master's eyes on him as he brought 

over the bubbly and the berries; they were warm, like a 
touch. He served his Master, then sat as Roman had 
requested. Roman dipped one of the little berries into his 
glass and then pressed it against his lips, the bubbles 
bouncing and breaking on his skin. 

He moaned, opened, the tart and sweet bursting in his 

mouth. "Thank you, Master." 

"It was my pleasure, Alan." 
"Are you excited to begin our fantasy?" 
"I am. I have such wonderful things planned for you." 

Those eyes met his, looked into him. "Are you?" 

He considered his thoughts, his feelings. "I'm 

nervous. Excited. A little scared." 

"Why are you scared, love?" Roman took a sip of his 

champagne. 

"It's a scary thing, to submit for the first time. These 

are strangers." 

"I have vetted each and every one of them, love. 

They are the very best at what they do. They all know 
your safe word." Roman smiled warmly at him. "And I 
will be there for each and every scene." 

"Yes, Master." Still, he moved closer, seeking his 

Master's strength. 

Roman's arm slid around his shoulder, his master's 

hand squeezing him gently. "You are absolutely safe." 

"I trust you. I trust you to find us amazing sensation." 
"It will be glorious, Alan. Each day will bring a new 

experience we can live over and over together." 

"Please, Master. Will you tell me again, why you 

chose who you chose?" 

"I chose men who would make you feel deeply. It 

thrills me to watch each and every emotion go across 

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your face. While I will love to watch the blood welling 
up on your skin as the master knife wielder cuts you, it 
is your face with each passing second that will truly 
bring me the greatest pleasure." 

He pressed closer, arousal flooding him, along with a 

shudder of fear. "Master..." 

"You will know my eyes are on you, recording every 

moment as surely as the cameras will be." 

"Cameras..." He buried his face in Roman's neck, 

beginning to pant softly. 

"You won't even know they're there. Only my eyes 

will be heavy upon you." 

"You'll never leave me alone." This was for Roman's 

pleasure; that was the will he submitted to. 

"Never! I don't want to miss a moment, love." 
Roman tilted his head and took his mouth. The kiss 

plundered him. Berries. Roman tasted like berries... 
Shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, Alan held on, crying 
out into Roman's mouth. Strong arms wrapped around 
him, Roman holding him tight. 

He could feel Roman's erection, the hardness solid 

and insistent against him. Even just talking about what 
they had come to do turned his master on so much. 

"What do you desire, Master?" Everything he was, he 

would offer. 

"Are you ready for me, love?" 
"Always." He prided himself on being ready for his 

Master. 

"Then ride me." His Master's thighs spread. 
He slipped off his loose pants, his cock eager and 

bobbing as he unfastened Roman's slacks, eased them 
down as he got ready to straddle the muscled legs. 
Roman groaned, gaze like a fire burning across his 
newly nude flesh. 

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He was shaved clean, a heavy cock ring keeping him 

erect, happy. Alan preened for Roman's eyes, knowing 
his Master needed to see. Roman licked his lips and the 
thick cock he'd just bared jerked for him, proved to him 
how much his master appreciated the lengths he went to. 

He climbed into Roman's lap, rubbed that perfect 

prick over his hole. 

"Oh, love. Yes." Roman moaned for him, breath 

beginning to come faster. 

"Love. Master..." He bore down, took Roman in, his 

eyes rolling as his Master pierced him. So thick, so hot 
and hard. There was no other sensation like this one. 

He moaned, rode Roman's cock up and down, feeling 

the man drag and scrape inside him. One of Roman's 
hands wrapped around his cock, moving as he moved, 
the touches good, but not hard enough, not solid and 
there enough. 

"Master." He knew better than to beg. His pleasure 

was Roman's prerogative. Period. 

Roman's hand tightened, brought more delicious 

friction. "You may come when our food arrives." 

"Yes, Master. Thank you. Thank you." 
Roman's other hand wrapped around his waist and 

tugged, pulling him down faster and faster as the hand 
around his cock squeezed and fondled. Pleasure became 
desperation as he had to fight the urge to shoot. Roman's 
thumb began to rub back and forth across the top of his 
cock, and then his master removed the cock ring. 

He took a sobbing breath, his balls drawing up tight. 

Please. Please let the food come. 

"Oh, love, just look at you." He could hear the need 

in Roman's voice, the strong cock growing harder inside 
him. 

He arched, the need riding him impossibly. "Master." 

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"I told you when you could come, Alan." The blue 

eyes met his, held his gaze. 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you." He was going to fucking die. 
"You feel wonderful around me, love." Roman 

bucked up hard, and he bit out a scream, almost missing 
the knock on the door. 

Heat filled him, Roman's come going deep. His 

orgasm was barely held at bay, and he met Roman's 
eyes, begging that single nod. It came, his Master's smile 
so proud. He shot hard, the world graying out around the 
edges. 

Roman's arms were solid and sure around him as he 

came back to himself, low words murmuring in his ear. 

"Master. My Master. Love." He was floating. 
"Mmm... Alan. My very own." 
"All of me." 
Every inch. 

Three Wishes - 93 

Chapter Nine 

Roman put his arm out for Alan, ready to escort his 

dear sub to their first scene. 

Five scenes. It was his gift to Alan. There were some 

things he couldn't do for his lover, but he could arrange 
to have the very best do them. And he could watch. He 
did enjoy watching. Had a bit of a voyeuristic streak, 
one might say. 

"Are you ready, Alan?" 
"As ready as I can be, Master." Alan hadn't slept 

well, had tossed and turned in anticipation. 

He bent and brought their mouths together, the kiss 

soft and gentle, meant to comfort, to soothe. Alan 
opened to him, breathed for him. They were doing 
scenes in a separate cabin, one set up with props, with 
cameras. One from which he could remove Alan at the 
end and bring him to a place that was theirs alone. 

When the kiss ended, he put Alan's hand on his arm 

and let his dear lover out of their cabin toward the scene 
cabin. The island was beautiful, serene, a perfect place 
for a fantasy. He thought perhaps he should buy 
property on an island, just to escape. 

The other cabin was very near and he didn't knock, 

just brought Alan in. The place was well lit, lovely. 
Peaceful. There was his chair in a dark corner, with a 
grand view. 

He led Alan to the table in the middle of the room. 

"Sit." 

"Yes, Master." His beautiful sub sat, legs swinging 

restlessly. 

He glanced at his watch. Their knife master was due 

any moment. 

"I love you." Alan sounded so worried. 
He cupped Alan's face. "And I love you." 

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"Thank you, Master." 
The bell at the door rang. 
"Enter," he called out imperiously. These men might 

be masters in their own right, but he was the true master 
here. 

Alan's fingers twined with his, holding on tight. 
An older gentleman came in, tall, square, dressed in 

leather, with a little kit that no doubt held his knives. 

"Good morning." 
Roman nodded. "Good morning. Master David, I 

presume." 

"Yeah. Nice to meet you." 
Alan's grip never wavered. 
"This is my sub Alan. You've got the instructions?" 

He'd created meticulous instructions for each of the 
masters. 

"I have." David looked at Alan. "Your safe word is 

battery, yes?" 

Alan nodded, eyes down. "Yes, sir." 
"I'm going to go sit and leave my boy in your hands." 

He turned to Alan, squeezed his lover's hand. "Enjoy 
this, love, and know that I'll be watching every 
moment." 

"I..." He could see Alan's struggle, fight not to beg 

him to stay closer. His Alan was too well-trained for that 
nonsense, though, too disciplined. 

"Yes, Master." 
"Good man." He melted away into the shadows, 

settled comfortably in the chair waiting there for him. 

Alan sat on the table, eyes on the floor, visibly 

shaken. Roman willed his sub to find his center, to focus 
and take the enjoyment he should feel from this. 

David smiled and murmured softly, "Breathe." 
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm very frightened." 

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"Let me show you my knives, my tools." The leather 

kit was opened. 

The kit held only a handful of knives: one large one, 

many tiny ones. They all gleamed in the light, looking 
perfectly cared for. There were also a few long needles, 
and a little wheel with teeth on it. 

"Knife play and blood play are two very different 

things, and from your file, I know you're here for the 
knife play. Though you may bleed a little, and your skin 
will carry the marks for a few days, I have no intention 
of leaving scars." David had a nice voice, low and 
soothing, and he spoke with a careful deliberateness. 

"They... they're beautiful. Shiny." Alan began to 

relax; Roman could see it in the line of the lean 
shoulders, in the lovely dark eyes. His sub was 
beautifully trained, eager and well suited to the lifestyle, 
once he allowed himself to breathe. 

Roman began to relax as well, watching closely as 

David drew the knives out one by one and set them on a 
table next to the bed. 

"Are there rules, Sir?" 
"You must remain very still while I'm using the 

knives, and you must safe word if you need to. Do I 
need to tie you down?" 

Alan's eyes flashed to him. "Sir? What would you 

prefer?" 

"I want you to stay still without binding." 
"Yes, Master." The ripple that took Alan was 

luscious. 

Roman stayed sitting forward, eager to catch every 

last movement. 

"Then I need you to strip and lie down, please." 
"I'm not erect, Sir. I'm sorry." Alan stripped carefully, 

folding each piece of clothing and baring the man's 
beautiful, barely golden skin. 

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"You will be. There are so many sensations for you to 

sink into." 

Alan had spoken the truth -- his lover was not erect, 

not excited, but there was the promise of pleasure 
coming, Roman knew. Once his lover settled into the 
pain, into the scene, it would come. 

David waited until Alan was lying on the table, and 

then the man began to touch Alan. Long fingers slid 
over Alan's skin, touching him everywhere. Alan began 
to relax, to breathe into the long, slow movements. 

"I'm sensitizing your skin. It's easy, as you've shaved 

yourself clean." David leaned down and blew across 
Alan's belly. 

Roman's nostril's flared, his cock jerking as he waited 

for Alan's response. Alan's abs rippled, a soft, gasping 
sigh sounding. Swallowing, Roman relaxed back in his 
chair, hand rubbing across his own abs. 

David had wonderful focus, the man methodically 

and carefully touching and blowing so that every inch of 
Alan's skin was woken up. The long, thin cock began to 
fill, arching above Alan's body. 

"Lovely," murmured David. "I do love a sensitive 

submissive." 

"Thank you, sir." 
Roman nodded. His boy was lovely. 
"What made you want to indulge in knife play?" 
"I didn't. I didn't think I wanted to, but... My Master 

asked me to do research, to write to him and tell him my 
thoughts. I found myself intrigued." 

"It's good of your master to indulge you by bringing 

me in for you." 

"He is good to me." 
Roman smiled. And some of the tops were there to 

satisfy him, his urge to see, to watch Alan's face as he 
was pushed further and further. 

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"We'll begin." David picked up the large knife, and 

Roman found himself holding his breath. 

Alan's cock wilted a bit, and his boy's knuckles went 

white on the table. 

"Remember that I'm not going to scar you and that 

you have a safe word." David turned the knife upside 
down, putting the non-sharp side against Alan's skin. 

Alan gasped as if the blade had cut him, the sound 

sharp, wild. Roman moaned softly, so turned on his balls 
ached. The big blade scraped, sweet and slow along 
Alan's thigh. Oh, that was... yes. He could see the welt 
drawing up in the blade's wake. It didn't cut, but the skin 
drew up and Alan groaned, the sound almost a cry. 

David moved the knife to Alan's abdomen and drew 

it across the lean muscles. This time the sound was a 
cry, and Alan's cock jerked, swelled. Roman wrapped 
his hands around the arms of his chair to keep from 
touching himself. 

David hummed softly, moving the knife to Alan's 

right pectoral. Alan's prick dripped; Roman could smell 
it, smell his lover's need. The welts drawing up along 
Alan's body were lovely, badges of his sub's dedication. 

"I'm afraid I'll move, sirs." The words were whispers. 
"Then I'll bind you." 
David was as good as his word, pulling out black 

rope and binding Alan to the table. 

"I'm sorry." The words were soft, ashamed. 
Roman shook his head; Alan was a good sub, a 

strong sub. If he needed to be bound, then he had done 
his best not to move. 

"You would be sorry if you moved and I cut you too 

deep." 

"Yes. Yes, sir." Alan was tightly bound, hands up 

above his head. His feet were spread and tied down 
tight. 

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"This way you can enjoy the sensation without 

worrying about getting hurt." 

"Thank you, sir." 
Poor worried sub. Alan was good, very good. He 

didn't need to stress so much. Roman thought maybe it 
was at least in part because it wasn't him doing this to 
Alan. He just didn't have the skills with the knife, 
though. And he took special joy in knowing that Alan 
submitted to him, submitted to his will. 

"I'll continue now." The long scrapes across Alan's 

skin continued, welts rising up wherever the dull side of 
the blade passed. 

Steady, soft little cries pushed into the air, Alan lost 

in sensation, the bonds easing the man's tension. Roman 
wanted to go over, stroke himself off, spray his seed on 
Alan's skin. He could be patient, though. He'd let Alan 
have the full experience before he moved in and took his 
own pleasure. 

"I'm changing knives." David spoke softly, almost 

whispering. "This will be shorter, sharper." 

Alan's answer was a soft moan, fingers stretching and 

clenching. "I'm on fire, sir. My skin." 

"It's going to get even bigger." 
David's gloved fingers teased over Alan's skin, and 

Roman ached at the short, needy cry. 

The knife David picked up then was small and looked 

wickedly sharp. He began to cut Alan's skin with it, the 
blade moving quickly and shallowly across the welts 
already on the skin. 

"Oh. Oh, God. I... Master..." Alan's eyes cut over to 

him, dazed, wild in their need. 

"Breathe, love." Roman watched and watched; he 

would remember this moment forever. 

"So good, sweet boy. So very good." The cuts moved 

toward Alan's nipple and Alan stiffened, stilled. 

Three Wishes - 99 

David didn't cut the little bit of flesh, though, simply 

moved on. "You must trust me as you would your 
master -- he would not leave you in the hands of 
someone who would harm you like that." 

Roman nodded. It was true. 
Alan agreed, too. "He would not. My heart is 

pounding." 

"Good." 
Several more quick cuts were made. Each one earned 

heady cries from his boy. Roman began to gasp softly, 
terribly aroused. He could see the pre-come slipping 
from Alan's cock, splashing on the flat belly. 

David had begun to hum, the noise slightly louder 

each time he sliced. There wasn't a lot of blood, more 
welts and scrapes, the odd drop welling here and there. 

"Aches. It aches." The sweat began to bead on Alan's 

skin. 

"Focus on that, on how it feels." David spoke softly, 

easily. The man had incredible focus. 

"Yes, sir." Alan's scent was strong, heady, and 

Roman found his prick throbbing, wanting to be buried 
inside his sub's mouth, ass, something. 

"You're doing so well. You must make your master 

so proud." 

"Th...thank you. I hope so. I want to make him 

proud." 

"You are," Roman growled, and David nodded, 

smiled. Roman could see Alan relax, breathe. 

"Yes, you most certainly are. You are a joy to work 

with." David's approval was clear, up front. Roman was 
glad that they'd found such a good master to work on 
Alan with the knives. 

Alan's smile was a thing of beauty. "And you are a 

master. My skin is... alive." 

David gave a short bow. "It is what I do." 

Three Wishes - 100 

The man picked up the round, almost pizza wheel, 

instrument from his kit. "I have one last sensation I wish 
to share with you before we are done." 

"Yes, sir." Alan's eyes closed, his lover relaxed and 

easy. 

God, it was something else, to have given this to his 

Alan, to have his sub experience something so different, 
so intense. Soon it would be his fingers, touching the 
marked skin, making Alan cry out. 

The pizza wheel thing had little points on it, maybe a 

dozen in all. David started at Alan's feet, so far 
untouched, and rolled the wheel from heel to ball. Alan 
cried out, trying to jerk away, pulling at the bonds. 

David grunted. "Don't lose it now, boy." 
"I. I. No. No, I won't. I didn't expect..." Alan took a 

deep breath, obviously trying to ease himself. 

"I'll do it again, then, and you'll be expecting it this 

time." David did it again, running the wheel up one foot 
and down the other. 

Alan's toes curled, but that was it, no jerking, no 

pulling away. Roman bit his cheek to keep from 
groaning out loud. Alan made him fall in love all over 
again. Fall in love with his brave, strong man with such 
will. 

The wheel traveled up Alan's body, David moving 

slowly, surely, leaving a strange pattern on Alan's bare 
skin. Alan started crying out, sharp, tiny little sounds. 
The cries were louder as the wheel passed over the welts 
from earlier, and Roman found himself breathing with 
the cries, drawing in deep breaths and letting them out as 
gasps. 

"Master..." Alan's eyes met his, wild, hungry, dazed. 
"My beautiful sub." He was almost trembling with 

the need to turn watching into touching, into making 
them both come. 

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"Yours. Yours." Alan whimpered, licked his lips. 
The strange wheel rolled across Alan's right nipple, 

not breaking the skin, but the little nub had been so hard. 
It made Roman gasp. Alan's eyes went wide, shocked, 
cheeks flushing a dark red. 

"When I do it again, you can come." The wheel rolled 

back, not touching the nipple this time, and then it rolled 
once more, this time running right over the little bit of 
flesh again. 

Alan never looked away from him, looking for his 

permission, his permission above all things. Roman 
looked into those lovely eyes and smiled, nodded his 
head, just once. Spunk sprayed over the marked belly, 
Alan's chest. 

Roman made a noise and creamed himself, Alan's 

perfect obedience more than he could withstand. 

David breathed out, the sound shaky, the man's 

erection evident in his leathers. The man would have 
had to be a statue not to become aroused by Alan's 
beautiful and complete submission. 

Roman had to clear his throat in order to speak. 

"Thank you, David. That was... quite amazing." 

"He is. Stunning." 
Roman nodded. "Thank you." 
He held his hand out to the man. "We couldn't have 

asked for a better start to our week." 

"My boy is going to have quite the workout when I 

get back to my cabin. Have a fine week." David turned 
to Alan, whose eyes were closed. "Thank you for your 
submission. You did an exceptional job." 

Alan's answer was a soft moan. 
Roman chuckled as the man left. A workout indeed; 

he could just imagine. Except he had his own lover here, 
utterly sensitized and stunningly beautiful. 

"Master." Alan stared up at him, eyes dazed, lovely. 

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"How do you feel, love?" 
"Tingly." 
Smiling down at his lover, he stroked Alan's cheeks. 

"Was it everything you'd hoped?" 

Alan turned and kissed his palm. "Yes, Master. I felt 

everything." 

"And you were stunning." He undid one of Alan's 

hands and brought it to his crotch, pressing it against his 
leather-covered cock. "See?" 

"Thank you, Sir." That hand moved over him, 

touching. 

"Mmm. Yes, make me hard again so I can come on 

you, on those welts and scratches." 

Alan was glowing, skin reddened and patterned, 

swollen. 

"Tell me what you liked best." He undid his pants, 

eyes on Alan's. 

"He was kind when I was frightened." His sub didn't 

respond well to threats, to anger. Alan was viciously 
hard on himself, striving for perfection. The challenge 
with Alan was always reminding the beautiful sub that 
sometimes submission was about failure, about 
breaking. 

"He was. It seems to me that he's a very 

accomplished Master. His boy is very lucky." Of course, 
so was Roman's boy. 

"Not as lucky as I am." Alan's hand had his cock 

again. 

"Mmm. Yes. Yes." He rocked into Alan's touch, 

prick sliding along his lover's palm. 

"Master. Beautiful." The best part was that Alan 

believed it. 

Bending, Roman kissed Alan's lips, his hands moving 

to touch the hot welts that covered Alan's skin. Alan 
cried out into the kiss, body jerking against the bonds 

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holding his other arm, his feet. Roman loved it when 
Alan lost his control, when every feeling was so huge, 
his lover could do nothing but react. 

His fingers found Alan's nipples, tugged on one, then 

the other, earning another of those wild cries. He pressed 
against the welt that bisected the one nipple, fingers 
moving lightly enough to feel the textures left there, 
then he pressed harder against the abused flesh. 

"Master..." 
Suddenly he wanted to bite, to tug, pull that sensitive 

bit. So he did, making the pain, the mark there his. Alan 
groaned, hand tight on his prick, thumb working the slit, 
hard enough to make him scream. 

"Going to come all over you," he promised. 
"Please. Master. Master. Love." That hand moved 

faster, jacking him furiously. 

Groaning, he worked with that hand, letting his lover 

pull him higher and higher. 

"Yes. Yes. So fine." Alan's words were like a prayer. 
"Love!" He cried out, his cock spraying over Alan's 

body, painting pearly ropes onto the scraped and 
scratched chest. 

Alan groaned, teeth sinking into that sweet bottom 

lip. Roman pressed their mouths together, taking that lip 
between his own. Alan's kiss was wild, demanding, 
proving how much control was shattered. They would 
spend the rest of the day restoring that control, building 
Alan back up again. 

Preparing for tomorrow. 

*** 

The whirlpool tub felt heavenly, the hot water 

whirling around him while he sipped a glass of merlot 

Three Wishes - 104 

and soaked. No thinking. No worrying. No touching. 
Floating. 

His master had been very clear. 
Somewhere in the background, Alan heard the 

doorbell ring, his first instinct to hurry out of the tub to 
answer. Getting up to serve had also been very clearly 
taken off the table for this evening, though. 

He took another sip of his wine, eyes moving behind 

the blindfold he wore, trying his best to keep his mind 
clear. 

A few moments later, he heard his Master 

approaching. "Are you hungry, love?" 

"Yes, Master." If he didn't eat, he wouldn't be able to 

hold the wine. 

"Good. Open your mouth for me." 
Alan opened his lips, the blindfold keeping his 

curious eyes closed. Something round and cold was 
popped into his mouth, and when he bit down, the juices 
of a grape exploded on his tongue, echoing the merlot he 
was drinking. 

"Mmm." So good, so perfect. "Thank you, Sir." 
"Here comes another." This once was smaller, a little 

tarter, but still just right. 

"They're luscious." He smiled. "Perfect." 
"Like my submissive." 
He felt his cheeks heat, and he didn't know how to 

react. "Sir." 

"I've flustered you!" Roman sounded delighted. 
He pursed his lips. He was un-flusterable. 
Roman's laugh was soft, his lips warm as they 

pressed against Alan's own. It was the easiest thing ever 
to open up, beg another kiss and another and another. 
His Master gave them to him, each one a little deeper 
than the last until they were both gasping for breath. 

Three Wishes - 105 

Alan couldn't think, could only cling to Roman and 
sway. 

"More food," Roman noted, breath heaving in his 

chest. "Before we are both too distracted to notice or 
care anymore." 

"Yes, sir. You, too." He couldn't care properly for his 

Master like this. 

"Don't worry, Alan. I'll eat." His Master chuckled, the 

sound fond as well as amused. "It isn't easy for you, is 
it? Letting someone else serve." 

"No. No, Sir. It isn't easy at all. Caring for your needs 

is..." Well, it was his life, his pleasure, his passion. 

"I know, love. It's important sometimes, though, for 

the shoe to be on the other foot." 

A soft piece of brie cheese was popped into his 

mouth before he could formulate any reply to his 
master's words. 

"Mmm." Oh, creamy, rich. Lovely as it slid on his 

tongue. 

"I do love to watch you eat. And like this, every 

morsel is an event." Roman sounded happy, satisfied, 
proud. 

"Everything tastes fresh, surprising." 
"Here's another surprise, then." This time it was a 

piece of fresh sourdough bread, chewy and soft and 
delicious. 

"Oh. Oh, that's good." He smiled, licked his lips. The 

flavors were definitely enhanced by the fact that he 
couldn't see the food, that he didn't even know what it 
would be until it crossed his lips. 

"And more." This time his mouth was filled with a 

strawberry, a hint of chocolate there with it. 

All he could do was moan, head back on the lip of the 

tub. Oh, God. Those were amazing. 

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"That's a great sound." Another strawberry with 

chocolate slid across his lips. 

So good. So fucking amazing. He chased the juice 

with his tongue. Another strawberry was slipped into his 
mouth and Roman's mouth followed, tongue tangling 
with his and the berry. He dropped his empty -- he 
hoped -- wine glass, arms twining around his Master's 
neck. 

His master slid into the water with him, body 

pressing against his. Yes... He moaned his thanks and 
happiness into Roman's mouth, hands sliding over the 
perfect skin. Another berry was put between their lips, 
Roman pushing the fruit into his mouth and stealing 
away the juices. Alan arched, his aching cock rubbing 
the inside of Roman's thigh. 

"Pushy sub," murmured Roman, pushing into him. 
"Master." He was empty, aching, his skin tingling 

and awake. 

"Yes. I will fill you and make you ache and make you 

come. We have all evening." 

"Thank you." He pressed closer, licking and lapping 

at Roman's lips. 

"You taste better than the food." 
"You are my world." But Roman knew that; he didn't 

need to say the words. 

"I know, love. And you are mine, hmm?" 
"Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir." Tomorrow's fantasy was for 

Roman. There were five nights -- two for him, two for 
Roman, then the last day for both of them. 

Roman's next kiss was all consuming, like his master 

was having him for dinner. Alan moaned happily, 
trusting his Master to keep him whole, safe, afloat. Their 
bodies moved easily together in the water, sliding back 
and forth. 

"What do you need, Master? How can I please you?" 

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"You just need to lie there and let me get you all 

revved up. Then I'm going to take you to bed and make 
you scream as you come." 

He moaned, lips parting. He hadn't screamed for 

Roman in months. 

"Yes, my love. I'm going to make you scream as you 

come, make it so good." Roman's kiss held the same 
promise as his words. 

Alan's skin tingled, one nipple ached fiercely, and his 

lips swelled as Roman pressed them against his teeth. 
No more words followed, only Roman's lips and tongue 
and hands as they moved on him, stroking his abused 
skin beneath the slick water. His nipple got special 
attention -- the pinches, the pulls, they all especially 
made him ache. 

One of Roman's knees slid between his legs and 

pressed up hard against his balls. Ache. Oh, God. So 
good. He let himself shudder. 

"Mmm. Yes." Roman rubbed his knee back and forth, 

pushed it in behind. 

The ache and pain and pleasure mingled together, and 

his eyes opened, trying to see through the blindfold. 

"I want to hear your pleasure and your pain, Alan. I 

want to hear every noise you might make." 

"Yes. Yes, oh God, I need you." He needed 

everything Roman could give him. 

"I know." Roman's kisses moved down his throat and 

across his chest, teeth nipping at his skin, so sharp 
against the places the knife had scraped. When Roman's 
teeth caught one nipple, he screamed out, the pleasure 
perfectly amazing. 

"Yes. So good." He could hear the smug tone in 

Roman's voice, as well as happiness, arousal. Love. So 
much love. 

"Yes. Good. Need you like air." 

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"I like that," growled Roman. "I am the air you 

breathe." 

"Yes. My air, my heart." He was near crazy, 

overwhelmed by sensation. 

"Out of the water." Roman's hands held his, drew him 

up. 

He followed, trusting those hands easily. This was a 

lesson he'd learned at the very beginning. He'd spent his 
first month as a sub blindfolded, needing those hands for 
everything he did. 

"You're at the edge of the tub, love. Step out -- there's 

a towel on the ground to keep you from slipping." 

Alan stepped carefully, his knees surprisingly weak 

after his long soak in the heat. 

"It's not far," Roman promised him, drawing him 

along. 

The floor was cool under his feet and he could smell 

flowers, the ocean. Roman stopped him and let go of his 
hands. The next sensation was the softest of towels, 
drying his skin. He gasped, hips rocking, the sensation 
overwhelming on his super-sensitive skin. 

Roman hummed, touching every inch of him. His 

Master even dried between his toes, behind his ears. 
Then Roman began to blow on him. The first puff of air 
made him gasp, stumble forward a step. His master's 
hand was right there, steadying him. 

"Thank you, Sir. I'm sorry." 
"You know I want your reactions, no matter what 

they are. There is no wrong or right way to feel, Alan." 
More air blew over him. 

His skin pebbled up, he could feel it. And his nipples 

tightened, the tingle almost unbearable. Just his master's 
breath was making him crazy, making him want to 
scream. Roman knew it, too, had to, the way he kept 
blowing, kept finding new places to send the warm air 

Three Wishes - 109 

rushing over him. Moans poured out of him, over and 
over, and he didn't hide a single one. 

Suddenly, along with the warm breath flowing over 

the small of his back, Roman's warm, wet tongue slid 
against the little bundle of nerves there. 

"Master!" His hands flailed, and his cock jerked 

violently as his balls drew up tight. 

One of Roman's hands slid around to grasp his belly, 

steady him. 

"Master. Master. Love." Right there was such a hot 

spot, so sensitive. 

Roman stroked his belly, tongue working slowly 

down along his crack. Alan spread, hands searching for 
a place to land and finding none. It was maddening, as 
was the way Roman's tongue kept dancing toward his 
hole and then away again. His tension ratcheted up, his 
body vibrating. The long fingers on his belly stroked, 
rubbing where the knife had scraped him. 

"Master. Master, I'm burning." 
"On fire. Good." 
"Yes!" He was good. He was. 
His master's fingers spread his ass cheeks and then 

that wonderful tongue finally pushed inside him. Words 
bubbled out of him, filthy and wanton. He couldn't help 
himself. Roman drove him insane. His master tongue-
fucked him and kept doing it, over and over. His cock 
was leaking, dripping pre-come as he soared. 

Roman's hand dropped from his belly to his balls, 

rolling them, tugging lightly. Alan knew he didn't have 
permission to come. He knew and he fought the urge. 
Roman wasn't helping at all, tongue driving him higher 
and higher. 

He wasn't going to be able to stand much longer. He 

wasn't. He cried out, stumbling forward. Roman caught 
him and he was moved, pushed over the bed, Roman's 

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cock filling him. He couldn't speak. All he could do was 
beg with his body and feel. 

So big, his master's prick filled him all the way and 

spread him wide. That was all he needed, his world. His 
life. 

"Love." Roman's prick slammed into him again and 

again. 

"Yes." He was Roman's love, Roman's boy, Roman's 

life. He knew. 

Roman's hands wrapped around his hips, fingers 

digging into his skin. 

"Yours. Yours. So good." He was so lucky. 
"Yes. Mine." His master's thrusting got harder. 
His balls drew up, his orgasm so close. Still, his 

master didn't give the order. Alan tried to relax, to not 
think about the pounding inside his ass. 

"No. Feel it, Alan. Feel every second of it." 
"Master." How did the man know? 
"That's right." 
He panted, trying to find his center, trying to give 

Roman what he asked for. 

"No matter what I ask, you'll do it." 
There weren't any words left in him to answer, so he 

nodded. 

"I know." Two more hard thrusts against his gland 

and Roman leaned over him. "When I come, you can." 

Fuck, yes. That gave him a goal. He focused on his 

ass, on squeezing and moving and giving Roman 
sensation. 

"Yes!" His master began to shout, the noises almost 

as good as the sensation of that thick prick filling him. 

Alan held on with everything he was, demanding his 

Master's pleasure. Finally -- finally -- Roman screamed, 
nailing his gland hard and filling him with his master's 
pleasure. 

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He grunted, but his body was caught, his orgasm 

trapped inside him. "Fuck. Fuck, Master! Sir, please." 

One firm hand wrapped around his prick, jacking him 

as the other found one of the abrasions on his skin, his 
master's fingernails scratching at it. 

"Yes!" Spunk poured out of him, his head slamming 

back. 

"Yes." Roman kissed his spine, resting against his 

skin. 

"Thank you. Thank you, Sir." 
"Thank you, Alan. Today was a wonder." 
"I love you." His fingers found Roman's, held on. 
"And I love you. Always." 

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Chapter Ten 

Roman felt the cool ocean breezes on his skin. He 

could smell them, too. Alan must have opened the 
window at some point in the night. 

Paradise was certainly a lovely place to wake up. 
Warm hands were gently working his back, sliding 

with the light oil his lover used to massage him. 
Groaning out his pleasure, he breathed in another 
lungful, smelling the promise of breakfast fruits and 
cheeses. Alan was humming, focusing on him, on his 
body, his pleasure. He woke like this often -- his dear 
sub caring for him. 

He was a very, very lucky man. "Mmm. Love." 
"Yes, Master. My beautiful Roman." Those fingers 

knew just where to touch. Alan did make him feel like a 
king. 

"And how are you this morning?" 
"Good, Sir. A little nervous about tonight's scene, but 

not like yesterday." 

"What about tonight's scene is making you nervous?" 
"The unknown, is all. I get nervous before our scenes 

sometimes. I think it's natural." 

"Do the nerves make it more exciting?" It had been a 

while since they'd had this discussion. 

Alan chuckled. "I have no idea. It's just what it is." 
He turned his head to smile at his lover. "I might 

have to make you think about it," he teased. 

"Thinking isn't my strong suit, Master." 
Oh, that tickled him, and he laughed. Alan chuckled, 

those fingers digging in deep, tickling him more. 

"Alan!" He laughed and wriggled, trying to get away 

from those evil fingers. 

"Yes, beloved Master." His boy laughed, teasing 

gently. 

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He rolled beneath Alan and grabbed the man around 

the waist, then continued to roll, putting his lover 
beneath him. 

"Wicked boy!" 
"Your wicked boy." Alan's smile made his heart 

flutter a bit. 

"Oh, yes." He leaned in and pressed their lips 

together, letting Alan feel how this beautiful man made 
him feel. 

Soft hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulled him 

close, those sweet lips sliding against his. Moaning 
softly, he gently deepened the kiss. His body began to 
harden. Alan hummed, the sound happy, his lips 
vibrating with it. 

God, he loved this man. 
Roman slid his hand along Alan's arm, fingers 

dancing lightly. Alan smiled into their kiss, one hand 
massaging the small of his back. He rocked them 
together, their cocks bumping and rubbing. Alan 
nodded, smiled at him, easy in that pale, sweet skin. It 
was going to bruise so beautifully tonight. 

Then tomorrow they would experience breath play, 

then the fourth night he would have Alan over his lap, 
spread out, and taken again and again and again. 

Right now, he just wanted to make love with the most 

important man in his life. Alan cupped his cheek, this 
kiss about love and passion and forever, not anything 
else. He sank into it, into his lover, and took the 
moment, held it close. 

This was it -- this was them. Not the games, not the 

scenes. But this. This quiet happiness. 

He kissed and he rocked, and the pleasure moved 

through him in gentle waves. 

"Love you, Sir." The words were whispered into his 

lips. 

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"Me, too." So very much. 
He breathed in his lover and came. Alan's smile was 

beautiful, transcendent as his lover watched. 

"Your turn," he murmured. 
Alan nodded, body beginning to rock faster. 
"Mmm, just like that." He loved watching that body 

move, undulate, dance beneath his own. 

Alan stretched, showing off for him, dancing for him. 

He bent and breathed in at Alan's neck, taking in the 
flavors. He could feel Alan's heartbeat against his lips. 
Groaning, he licked that spot. 

"Master..." That was a soft, low moan. 
"Right here, love. Always." 
Alan nodded. "And I'm thankful every day." 
"Good. Show me. Show me your pleasure." 
"Master. Yes." Alan nodded, moving on him again. 
The way was slightly slick from his come, the 

movements easy, beautiful. His boy moved on him, 
rubbing against his prick, sliding on his body, moving 
up and down. 

"That's it. Love you." 
Alan's eyes were dazed, happy, unfocused. Groaning, 

he leaned close and kissed Alan hard. Heat spread 
between them, Alan moaning his pleasure. Beautiful. 
His Alan was the most beautiful man in the world. 

Alan hummed, slowly catching his breath. "Mmm. 

How will we spend this beautiful day, Master?" 

"I believe the beach is calling to us, love." He could 

hear those waves as if they were saying his name. 

"Oh, yes. That sounds amazing. I love the waves." 
"I'll have to rub in lots of sunscreen, though. I don't 

want you picking up any color. The flogger shows better 
on your ass when it's pale." 

Alan's cheeks went a sweet pink. 
"Mmm, that's a nice color, too." 

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"Master!" Sweet laughing boy. 
He slid over to lie next to Alan, and pressed a kiss 

against Alan's cheek. "Love it when you say my name 
like that." 

"I love you." 
Alan smiled, settled close. "Let's go play." 
"Absolutely." 
He squeezed Alan and couldn't help but feel that any 

moment together with his lover was a gift. 

*** 

The water in the shower was lukewarm -- perfect for 

rinsing off and centering himself. Getting ready for the 
night ahead. Alan knew Roman needed to be able to see, 
to watch without having to focus on control, on anything 
but his submission. 

This was almost easy for him. Roman had Masters 

that he trusted -- perhaps not as amazing as this man 
here, but incredible -- who flogged him, made him fly. 

He washed his hair, humming softly, his muscles 

loose and relaxed. He knew his master was also getting 
ready, preparing to watch his skin mottle and bruise. He 
didn't dawdle; he just got clean, dry, brushed his hair, 
his teeth. 

Roman was dressed in his leathers, looking 

handsome and studly. 

"You look lovely, Master." 
"Thank you, Alan. You look good yourself. You're 

going to shine." 

"I hope so." He slipped on soft pants and a loose T-

shirt, sandals. He wouldn't be dressed for very long, so 
his outfit was more about comfort than style. 

"I know so." Roman held out his arms, beckoning 

him close. 

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Alan couldn't have stopped his smile for anything, 

and he went into those loving arms eagerly. "Thank you 
for today, Sir. It was amazing." They hadn't had so much 
fun in years. 

"It was, wasn't it?" Roman chuckled softly and 

hugged him tight. 

His cheek fit perfectly on Roman's shoulder. Roman 

danced him gently to the soft music that was piping 
through the cottage. Alan melted, humming softly as 
they moved together. 

"This was such a good idea. My sweet love." 
Alan was soaring, flying. "Master." 
Roman continued to dance with him for awhile 

before asking, "Are you ready for our next scene?" 

He nodded. "Although I could stay here with you like 

this for days." 

"We'd starve." Roman kissed the top of his head. 

"Come, love. It's time." 

He had eaten a light meal earlier, and he knew that 

Roman would bring him back here, pamper him, and 
feed him after. 

Hand in hand, they made their way back to the 

cottage where all their scenes were to take place. There 
was a stunning sunset over the ocean as they walked, 
painting everything with beautiful colors. 

"This place is... magical." Alan squeezed Roman's 

fingers in thanks. 

"It is, isn't it? Even better than advertised." Roman 

pressed their lips together, the kiss soft and full of 
everything that was between them. 

It was easy to cuddle in, settle and open up. Roman 

took his time with the kiss, and then ended it, taking his 
hand again and leading him into the cottage. The cottage 
was warm with the last of the day's sun, inviting. The 

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table he'd been on earlier was still there, covered now in 
a white sheet. 

"Do you want me on the table, Master?" 
"I think we'll wait for the flogging master to arrive 

and see how he'd like you arranged." 

"Yes, Sir." He leaned into his lover's arms, relaxing, 

breathing, focusing on their heartbeats. 

The door opened and closed, a man with an amazing 

upper body walking in, grinning. "Good evening, boys." 
One of Roman's eyebrows went up. The man chuckled 
and amended, "Boy and Master." 

Roman nodded. "Good evening." 
Alan found the man a smile. "Good evening, Sir." 
The flogger master's muscles were fascinating, 

lovely. 

"I'm Master Luke, and I'll be your flogger for the 

evening." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Luke." 
"I'll leave Alan in your capable hands." Roman's 

fingers slid against his ass for a moment and then his 
master disappeared into the chair in the corner. He could 
still feel Roman's gaze, though. 

He stood, waiting for instructions. 
"Safe word?" 
"Battery ,sir." 
"Okay. Let's get these clothes off you." 
He nodded and stepped out of his shoes, placing them 

to the side. 

"No. I didn't tell you to undress." 
Alan blinked. "Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I 

misunderstood." Damn it. He'd screwed up already. 

"It's okay, boy. I need you to listen to my words 

carefully, and ask if you aren't sure about something." 

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"Yes, sir." He looked for Roman, suddenly needing 

his center, reassurance. He wasn't used to making 
mistakes. 

"Eyes forward, boy." 
He almost whimpered, off balance. This was 

supposed to be the easy one. "Yes, Sir." 

"It's never easy with a new master, but you're doing 

fine, boy." Master Luke's fingers began working the 
buttons of his shirt open. "I like to undress a new boy 
slowly, see what I've got to work with a bit at a time. It 
heightens the anticipation for me and for you." 

This was more sensual than he had anticipated, the 

air already thick. 

"Yes, Sir." He swallowed when Master Luke's fingers 

touched his throat. 

"Look at this lovely skin. If the rest of you is as nice, 

you're going to mark beautifully." The man's dark eyes 
met his. "That's what you want, isn't it? For your master 
to watch as I draw up the blood from beneath your skin." 

"Yes, Sir. I want to arouse him, to make him proud." 

To let Roman see how much Alan loved his Master. 

"I'm sure you do make him very proud." 
Buttons undone, Luke slid his shirt from his 

shoulders, the man's thick fingers sliding on his skin. 
The hot tub and day in the outdoors had done their job, 
and only the faintest of marks here and there from the 
cutting marked his skin. 

"Mmm. I know what you were doing yesterday, boy. 

Did you come?" 

"When my Master granted me permission, yes." 
"Good boy." Those fingers stroked over his skin, 

pressing in here and there, the man watching the way the 
color left and then rushed back to his skin. 

He breathed in, eyes on the curtain, on the window, 

on the flowers outside. 

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"I'm going to flog you long and hard. You aren't 

doing anything tomorrow that will be hindered by that, 
are you?" 

"No. No, sir." Tomorrow was breath play. 
"Very good. Then I can have a free hand." 
He didn't answer; he focused on breathing, on his 

center. 

Master Luke continued to undress him, sliding the 

pants from his legs. His prick was half-hard, the air cool 
as it brushed over him. 

"You're not bound." Master Luke sounded... 

surprised. 

"No, Sir." Roman trusted him, his control. 
"Impressive." Master Luke took him in hand and 

jacked his cock a few times. 

His eyes went wide, searching for Roman 

immediately. Roman was exactly where he was 
supposed to be, watching every movement they both 
made. 

Master Luke let him go. "Just testing everything out, 

boy. I won't make you come." 

He wasn't used to another man handling his cock so 

easily. He'd felt at ease with Master David, relaxed after 
he'd been so nervous. This time he'd been confident 
rather than nervous and now he was... unsettled. 

"I hope the flogging will make it hard for you to wait 

for your master's order to come." 

"Yes, Sir. I will try not to disappoint." 
"I'm sure you won't." Master Luke's voice was a low, 

deep seduction. 

Alan's cheeks heated, and he let his chin dip. He 

wouldn't disappoint Roman. He was good at this. He 
made his master proud. 

"Chin up, boy." Master Luke's fingers slid along his 

spine. 

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He shivered, lifted his chin. 
"There you go." 
The man grabbed a thick, heavy flogger from a chair 

Alan hadn't noticed, then Master Luke showed him the 
implement, made of dark leather. 

Alan's hands tightened into fists, then he forced them 

to relax. 

"You've been flogged before." 
"Yes, sir. Many times, for my master's eyes." 
"Well, I'm the best there is, so tonight you're going to 

really be flogged." 

"Yes, sir." He met Roman's eyes, needing 

encouragement, support. 

His master was there for him, eyes on him, full of 

pride and love. That relaxed him again, let him take a 
deep breath, let him focus. 

Master Luke's breath ghosted over his neck as the 

man whispered in his ear. "I'm going to start now." 

"Should I just stand here, sir?" 
"For now. I'll guide you as I want you to move." 
This wasn't what he expected, not at all. He nodded, 

tensing, toes curling as if to hold him onto the floor. The 
flogger landed on his right calf, wrapping around it. He 
didn't move, didn't make a sound, he simply focused. 

"Very good." 
The next hit landed on his other calf. The burn was 

shocking, but he refused to acknowledge it. This was for 
his Roman. The next two hits worked their way up his 
left thigh. His balls drew up tight, hiding from the 
blows. 

"Great skin," murmured Master Luke, working his 

other leg. 

"Th...thank you, sir," he whispered. He dug his teeth 

in his bottom lip, focusing on the sting. 

"Hold your arms out to either side, boy." 

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He lifted his arms, the blood seeping over his teeth 

from where he'd bitten his lip. He held himself so tight, 
barely breathing. 

The flogger thudded hard across his arm. His fingers 

curled and he wanted to pull away, jerk away. 

"We're only just getting started, boy." 
"Yes, sir." His eyes landed on Roman's feet, the 

familiar rope sandals. 

The flogger thudded against his side, wrapping 

around his ribs. Warmth flooded his chest, his skin 
aching a little. The flogger hit again, in almost exactly 
the same spot. Alan took a deep breath, gulping in air. 

Master Luke grunted, the sound satisfied, and the 

flogger dug into the same piece of flesh once more. 

This time he had to meet Roman's eyes, to know his 

Master was pleased. He could see, faintly in the shadows 
of the corner, that his master was smiling, that Roman's 
eyes shone with pride. It gave him the balance to stay 
where he was, stay silent and still. 

The flogger continued to beat him, legs, arms, torso, 

Master Luke kept things moving, each hit solid and sure. 
There was a rhythm to it, something he could latch onto, 
understand. It was strange, though, not one of the hits 
landed on his ass. Doms could be so... peculiar. 

"Ready for more?" The words were growled out, 

another thud landing across his shoulders. 

He swallowed, his words caught in his throat. 
"Answer me, boy." The next thud hit across his 

shoulders again, only harder, insistent. 

He swallowed again, stumbling forward a step. 
"Boy?" Master Luke had come around in front of him 

and grabbed his chin, tilted it up. 

His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and he 

fought to loosen it. "Sorry. Sorry, sir." 

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One of Master Luke's eyebrows went up, the man 

examining his face. "Are you sure you're ready for 
more?" 

The care made him shiver. "I... I'm sorry, sir. I'm 

trying very hard to please." 

"Give me your honest reactions, that'll please me." 

Master Luke grinned. "And I think what's coming will 
be easier. At least part of it." The man nodded to the 
padded bench near the window. "Over that, ass up." 

"Yes, sir." He moved to the bench, trying to figure 

out where his head was, where his heart was, right then. 

He was unnerved, off-balance, and it made no sense. 

None. He could feel Roman's eyes on him, his master's 
stare as sure as any touch. He could also feel Master 
Luke's touch as the man squeezed one ass cheek, and 
then the other, as if testing them. 

The urge to just stand up, walk off surprised him, 

worried him. Shamed him. 

"You've marked beautifully, but this will be the pièce 

de résistance." Master Luke squeezed his ass again. 

His ass muscles went tight, then relaxed. 
"Mmm, yes." Master Luke's hand disappeared, and 

he knew it was about to start. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hear his heart, to 

know his Master's will. He wasn't prepared at all when 
the flogger landed on his ass. It was years of practice 
that kept him still, kept him from jumping. Several more 
hard thuds landed on his ass; he could feel the bruising 
deep in his tissues. 

He needed to see Roman, hear him, something. He 

couldn't see his Master from this angle, couldn't hear 
anything but the blows. They continued, blows landing 
one after the other; Master Luke had quite the arm. 

He wasn't in a space for it, though. He wasn't settling, 

wasn't easing into the endorphins. If it had been Roman 

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-- or even Rick, who was Roman's normal choice to 
substitute -- someone would have noticed. 

His safe word suddenly sounded, Roman stepping out 

of the shadows. "I'm sorry, Master Luke, but I believe 
we're done for the evening." 

He looked at his Master, eyes rolling, heart slamming 

in his chest. Oh, God. Oh, God. Roman had never, ever 
safe worded for him before. 

The flogger was still, Master Luke moving to meet 

Roman. "Are you sure? Your boy's skin is marking so 
beautifully." 

"I'm sure. And I thank you very much." 
He stood there, silent, feeling about two inches tall. 
"Thank you for the opportunity." Master Luke gave 

them each a nod and took his leave. 

Roman turned to him. "Stand, Alan." 
"Yes, Sir." He straightened up, eyes on the floor. 
Roman's hands went to his shoulders. "Are you 

hurt?" 

"No, Sir. It just... There was something wrong. I'm so 

sorry. I tried." He had failed, had let his lover down, and 
Roman had spent so much money, wanted this so badly. 

Roman pulled him in close. "We'll figure out what 

went wrong, hmm?" 

"Master." He held on, suddenly shaken, shaking. 
"Alan! I have you." 
"I'm so sorry, Roman. I tried my best." 
"Come on. We need to go back to our cottage." 

Roman grabbed his clothes and wrapped him in his shirt. 

He nodded, head down, the island seeming almost 

threatening in the growing darkness. Roman put an arm 
around him and led him out of the play cottage and back 
to their personal space. They didn't meet anyone along 
the way. 

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Part of him wanted to drop to his knees, beg 

forgiveness. Part of him wanted to run. Most of him was 
glad that Roman had noticed, that Roman knew. Saw. 

They got to the cabin, which was lit up inside by 

candles. The bed was turned down and there was a pot 
on a warmer, no doubt full of healing oils. The place 
was set for a post-scene seduction. 

He didn't deserve it. He'd screwed up, big time. 
Roman drew the shirt from around his shoulders and 

left it and the rest of his clothes near the door. "Go lie 
down, love." 

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." He moved slowly, fighting his 

tears with each step. 

"Stop apologizing." 
"I... yes, Master." 
"Good." Roman grunted and followed him. His 

master removed his clothes and slipped on the silk robe 
he preferred after heavy sessions and then pointed to the 
bed. "Get on. You know the routine. We'll talk when 
you've had a chance to relax." 

He swallowed his sob, crawled onto the bed, hid his 

face in the pillows. 

"Shh. Love. Don't." Roman's hands were slick as they 

moved over his back, rubbing gently, working the oil 
into his abused flesh. 

The touch was familiar and real, and Alan shook as 

his muscles tried to relax. 

"I'm not mad at you, love. Please relax." Roman's 

words were so softly spoken, meant to ease him. 

"I tried so hard. I swear." 
"Of course you did. You would never give me 

anything but your best." 

He swallowed hard, nodded, and some of the tension 

left him. It was true. 

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"There's a good reason this didn't work out tonight. 

We'll figure it out once you've been taken care of." 

"Yes, Master." He told himself that it was time to 

trust in Roman, in the man who loved him. 

"Mmm. I do love the way that sounds." Roman's 

fingers worked on his muscles, warm and soothing, 
leaving him boneless and relaxed. 

His breath matched Roman's, in and out, in and out, 

easing him totally. 

"That's better, love. Much better." Roman continued 

to slowly work his muscles. 

He moaned his response, his body warm and melted. 

Roman lay down next to him, fingers sliding his hair 
from his face. 

"I love you." That was better than another apology. 
"Good. " Roman stared into his eyes for a few 

moments and then smiled. "So what happened?" 

"I couldn't center; it felt wrong." 
"Wrong how?" 
"Like there was no rhythm, no pattern. I couldn't find 

what he needed." 

"Maybe he didn't need anything from you other than 

for you to take the flogging." 

"Maybe." He met Roman's eyes. "It just felt like... 

empty heat. Unbalanced." 

"You weren't taking any pleasure from it at all? You 

usually enjoy your floggings very much." There was no 
censure or disappointment in Roman's eyes, only 
confusion and curiosity, a little worry. 

"I know!" He nodded, upset with himself. "I do. I do, 

Master, but this was... Everything was odd and I felt 
lost, like I couldn't relax. This one was supposed to be 
easy!" 

Roman chuckled, hand sliding along his back. 

"Maybe that's what the problem was." 

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"What? Master, I don't know what I did wrong." 
"Maybe you were expecting it to be easy, so it was 

more intense than you were prepared for." 

"So it was my fault." Damn it. 
"I'm not trying to assign blame here, Alan. I'm just 

trying to figure out what happened." 

"I couldn't settle into it. There's a peace in flogging." 

It was something he loved. 

"Why couldn't you settle into it this time? Why was 

there no peace there today?" 

"I don't know. He was..." Exciting. He couldn't say 

the word out loud. 

Roman didn't say anything, just continued to look at 

him, clearly waiting for an answer. 

"I found him aggravating. Almost irritating." 
Surprise colored Roman's eyes for a moment. 

"Really? How come?" 

"I don't know. I don't react to people like that, you 

know that." Frustration and worry built up in him. 

"I know, love. I know." Roman's hand danced along 

his spine again. 

"He just put me off balance. I couldn't read him." 
Roman patted his shoulder. "I admit I'm surprised to 

hear that. I thought he exuded sexuality, intensity." 

"He did." And that had surprised him. 
"But you just said you couldn't read him." Roman 

looked honestly confused, puzzled. 

He sighed, he was just all wrong. Completely wrong. 
Roman shook his head. "And now you're tightening 

up again. Come on, love. Let's let it just go for now." 

"I fucked up, Roman. I fucked up, and I don't 

understand why. The other master didn't do that to me." 

"I don't know why, either, love, but beating yourself 

up over it or going around and around with it isn't going 
to solve anything." 

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"I wanted to be perfect for you. This, I mean. I 

wanted this trip to be perfect for you." 

"No, I think you said what you meant the first time, 

but you can't be perfect, Alan. And we're together --
that's what will make the trip be exactly what I wanted it 
to be." 

"You deserve the best, Master." The perfect sub. 
"I want you. You think perfection would be fun? 

Would be interesting? Do you think I'd love perfection 
when I could love you?" 

"I..." He teared up, panicking a little. 
"Alan!" Roman pulled him in close. "What's wrong?" 
"I'm caught up inside, tangled." 
Roman held him close, touched and stroked him. 

"Why?" 

"I don't know. Things were so different tonight. The 

flogging master made me excited, Master. They never 
excite me." 

"The man himself, rather than the flogging." 
He ducked his head, ashamed. "Yes, Master." 
"Hmm." 
Alan drew into himself, imagining himself getting 

smaller. 

"Stop that -- no closing yourself off from me." 
His eyes flew up, met his Master's. 
"Better. Have you never been attracted to anyone else 

but me, love?" 

"Not since I met you. I have been aroused by the 

submission, by your eyes, by the actions, but not the 
men." 

"What about outside of a scene? There's never been 

anyone you've seen who's made your heart race, just a 
little?" 

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He shook his head. His mind, his heart, his life --

they were very focused on his Master. They weren't 
dabblers, he and Roman. They were lifestyle. 

"Then why this man?" 
"I don't know! He was unnerving." 
"I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this, why you 

were attracted, why it bothered you so much. I mean, it's 
not like you were planning to jump him or anything, 
were you?" 

"No!" He looked at Roman, shocked. "I just... 

Master, I want this to be about you." 

"Relax, Alan. I know that, but I think you needed to 

be reminded." 

"I don't know what to do, Roman. How to make it 

right." 

"I'm not sure there's anything wrong. We've learned 

something new -- that you have a hard time finding your 
center when you're attracted to a master who's not me." 

He thought about that. It made sense, really. He'd 

spent so much energy fighting his attraction that he 
couldn't breathe. 

Roman kissed his nose. "I'll just have to make sure 

that all the other men you sub for are ugly as sin." 

Alan blinked, then cracked up, laughing hard. 
Chuckling, Roman hugged him tight. "That's a 

beautiful sound, love." 

"I love you." He wrapped around Roman, held on. 

"More than life." 

"I know that. And I know that even when you find 

yourself excited by someone else. I know you don't love 
them, I know it doesn't mean you love me less." Roman 
stroked his back. "There's very little in this life you can 
be a hundred percent sure of, but I am a hundred percent 
sure of you." 

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He lifted his chin and brought their lips together, the 

kiss as much a promise now as it had been when they'd 
had their first one. 

Roman's hands grabbed his ass, squeezing, making 

the marks burn. He moaned into the kiss, his hips rolling 
instinctively into the touch, into the ache. The squeezes 
continued, one hand and then the other spreading the 
ache inside him. 

"Master..." His need began to build, unsatisfied from 

before. 

"Wanton boy. I like that you're hard for me." 
"I am. I need you, Master." 
"Good. As long as that doesn't change, nothing else 

matters." 

"Never. I swear." 
Roman's answer was to roll over him, pushing him 

into the mattress. He arched into Roman's body, the 
move immediate, instinctive. 

"Yes. Yes." Roman spread his legs, settling between 

them. 

His body responded immediately, his need bigger 

than it had been in years. 

"Lube." Roman's voice was short, curt, needy. 
"Yes, Sir." He reached for the tube, ready to take 

whatever Roman needed to give. 

"Slick up my fingers. I'm gonna take you with my 

hand tonight. Give you something no one else can." 

His eyes rolled in his head. Fuck. Fuck. "Yes, Sir." 
Roman held out his hand, eyes watching his every 

move. His hands were trembling as he carefully slicked 
up those beloved fingers. 

"Mmm. Nice, love. Such a good touch." 
He smiled, pleased, fingers dragging over Roman's 

palm now. That made Roman's fingers curl, tugging at 
his for a moment. 

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"Love you, Master." His fingers slipped over the 

thick, strong wrist. 

"And I love you, Alan. More than I could ever say. I 

would never do this with anyone else. I never have. It is 
yours alone, just as you are mine." 

"Yes, Master. I want nothing more than to please 

you." 

"You always do." 
His eyes actually filled with tears, his heart was so 

full. Roman kissed his nose, and his lips, his cheeks, and 
then his eyelids. His eyes closed, and he gave himself 
over, let himself be open and melted and ready. 

Two of his master's fingers pushed against his hole, 

and then right in. His thighs spread, one knee bending to 
give Roman more room. 

"We start with the familiar, with the comfortable and 

necessary. The beginning." 

The beginning. "Where I became yours." 
"Yes." Roman's fingers slipped away, three returning, 

filling him. 

Alan hummed, images of their early relationship 

flooding his mind -- dances and wooing, his Master 
teaching him each and every one of Roman's specific 
needs. 

"Look at you." Roman was, eyes on his face, 

glancing along his body and back up again. "I swear you 
become more lovely every day." 

He blushed, the praise filling him. "Master." 
Chuckling, Roman rubbed their noses together. The 

fingers inside him wriggled and stretched and played 
over his sweet spot. Gasping softly, Alan rode the 
pleasure, the touch. 

"More now." Roman's fingers slid away, more slick 

applied to them. 

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"Your touch is magic. The first time you touched me, 

I couldn't breathe." 

"Yes? And this?" Roman's hand returned to his hole, 

four fingers pushing in, making him stretch to take their 
girth. 

"Full. So much." So very much. 
"Not quite as full as you're going to be." Roman's 

fingers moved, tapping against his insides. 

"No. No, not quite." His breath threatened to catch in 

his chest. 

Those fingers disappeared, Roman putting more lube 

on them. His hips kept moving, even with Roman's 
touch gone. 

"Mmm. Yes." Roman's soft murmurs slid over his 

ears, warmed him inside. 

He moved closer, curling into Roman's warmth, the 

muscled protection. Roman eased him and protected 
him. Roman was his and he, Roman's, and that was the 
one true constant in their lives. 

"Ready for this, Alan?" Roman's fingers teased at his 

hole. 

"Yes, Master. Roman." 
"Mine." Roman's fingers curled together and spread 

him open. 

"I swear. Forever." His body tightened, but only for a 

second, a heartbeat. 

As soon as he loosened, Roman pushed in a little 

farther. "Yes. Forever." 

"F...for. Forev... oh, Sir." So full. 
"I have you." Roman smiled at him, fist pushing and 

pushing. 

All Alan could do was nod, gasping as his lips parted. 
"I have you in the palm of my hand." And Roman 

did, entire hand inside his body now. 

This sound left him -- deep and rough and raw. 

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"Yes, yes, surrender yourself to me, Alan." 
He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All he could do 

was let Roman in deep. 

Finally the widest part of Roman's hand was inside 

him, and the rest came easily. Another of those awful 
sounds escaped him, tore from him. 

"That's it. Give me everything." 
He offered tears and groans, deep cries and pleas. 

Everything. He offered over everything. Roman's hand 
turned into a fist, moving inside him, pushing it all out. 

"Master. Please." 
"I'll let you come when I'm ready -- when you are 

ready." 

"Yes, Sir." It was the only possible answer. 
Roman's fist slid and pushed and pulled and made 

him want to scream until finally, when he really thought 
he couldn't wait a moment longer, Roman murmured, 
"Come for me, love." 

He sobbed, balls throbbing as he shot, his entire 

world shorting out. 

Roman was still there when he became aware of his 

surroundings again, his master's hand inside him, soft 
kisses raining on his face. 

"Master." The room was swimming. 
"Always and forever, Alan. Always and forever." 

*** 

Roman sat back in the world's comfiest deck chair, 

watching the waves come in on the beach through the 
bedroom window. There was a full moon hanging low 
and heavy over the ocean. It was beautiful, his drink was 
perfect, and he could still feel the tight grip of Alan's 
body around his hand. 

His lover was sleeping, he hoped blissfully. 

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It had been an intense evening. Between the scene 

going wrong and Alan confessing he'd been excited by 
the other master, worrying about it. His dear, sweet sub. 
Roman knew, whatever other men might catch Alan's 
eyes, his lover would never betray him, never act on that 
attraction. 

Alan's love was the single sure thing in a world of 

uncertainty. The fact that his sub would worry so much 
about the slight feeling of attraction he had for another 
strong master only confirmed that for Roman. 

He took a sip of his brandy and then a deep breath of 

the lovely ocean air. Alan stretched under the sheets, his 
name a soft murmur as his sub slept. It made him smile. 
There was his sub, focusing on him even in sleep. He 
knew if he went over there and looked, that tiny hole 
would be pink, swollen, stretched from his hand. 

Thinking about it made him hard. The trust Alan had 

in him was heady, arousing. 

Alan's eyes opened, peering over at him. "Master?" 
"Mmm, yes, my love?" 
"Are you okay? Is it late?" Sweet, sleepy boy. 
"It's late. There's a beautiful night sky." 
Alan rolled up, walking toward him. He opened his 

arms and his lover settled in his lap with a soft sigh. 

"Good dreams?" 
"Mmmhmm. You and me." 
"Oh, very good dreams." He offered his glass over to 

Alan. 

Alan sipped, humming softly. "That's luscious." 
"Almost as luscious as you." 
"Flatterer." Alan kissed him. 
"I don't need to flatter you." 
"Mmm. I can feel you, all throughout me." 
"Good. You feeling better about everything?" 
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry about earlier. I overreacted." 

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"Maybe, but I'd rather you shared everything with me 

and risked overreacting than holding it in." It was part of 
why they worked, their ability to share everything. 

Alan kissed his jaw, rocked softly like the man was 

dancing. 

"Are you looking forward to our last three scenes?" 
Alan nodded. "Although I have to admit that the time 

I've spent with you has been the best part." 

"It has been wonderful, hasn't it?" They'd grown 

closer, even in just a few days. 

"Yes. Yes, I love to spend time with you." 
"It's like a vacation, only far more intense." 
"It's more private. More like we're the only people 

alive." 

"Indeed. With magical elves bringing everything we 

need." They hadn't seen anyone aside from the other 
masters at the scenes. Their food and other needs simply 
appeared. 

"Yes!" Alan's happy laughter made him smile. 
Holding his lover close, he let his eyes drift back to 

the moon and the ocean. It didn't take long before his 
boy was asleep again, holding him. 

It was perfect. In fact, this whole vacation so far was 

perfect. Even the unsuccessful scene and the subsequent 
discussion they'd had was nothing less than exactly what 
they'd needed. 

Good thing, too; it was costing them a fortune. One 

he'd spend over and over to know his sweet sub was 
happy. 

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Chapter Eleven 

Quinn paced, wishing for the thousandth time that he 

hadn't decided to do this. Separate vacations, they'd 
agreed. Time apart. A cooling off period. Right. Just 
what they needed. Quinn would be the first to admit that 
he wasn't easy to live with -- he was dramatic and loud, 
temperamental and demanding, and, when he was 
writing, he could be focused. 

Then again, Pierce was busy, himself. Incredibly 

driven. Asshole. 

There was a light knock on the door. This was it. This 

was the man who was going to fulfill his deepest, 
darkest, secret fantasies. Stuff he'd never told anyone, 
especially not Pierce. 

He was sitting on an examination table, fingers 

twined together, holding himself tight. "Come in." 

"Good morning. I'm Dr. Donahue." 
Dr. Donahue. As in Dr. Pierce Donahue. 
As in Quinn's lover, who was dressed in his lab coat, 

stethoscope around his neck, and looking at the chart in 
his hand. 

Oh, God. 
Oh, God. 
He didn't even stop to think. He just ran like the devil 

himself was on his heels. 

*** 

Pierce couldn't believe he was on this beautiful 

island, preparing to give some guy medical 
examinations to fulfill the guy's fantasies. Actually, 
what he couldn't believe was the amount of money he 
was getting paid to do it. He'd come to give a man who 
wanted body mods a quick exam, and he'd been paid 
more than enough for that. Then they'd asked him to 

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stay and perform medical exams and tests on this other 
guy. A gorgeous private island, a ton of money -- he 
couldn't say no, and he hadn't. 

After walking in, he introduced himself and looked 

up from the patient chart in his hands, only to see his 
'patient' running in the opposite direction. Lean and 
dark, the man looked incredibly familiar. Like his wild 
child lover that he'd left back home. Would that make 
this easier, or harder? 

And was he supposed to chase the man down? Was 

that a part of the fantasy experience for this guy? He 
looked back at the clipboard he had, which outlined 
what was expected of him. He didn't see anything there, 
so he headed in the same direction his patient had taken. 

The little guy was quick, disappearing into a cabin, 

the door slamming shut. Christ on a crutch. Clearly a 
case of cold feet. Was he still going to get paid? He 
looked around, trying to figure out what he was 
supposed to do next. 

He heard a voice coming from the cabin, so he 

stepped forward so he could listen. "...don't understand. 
This... He's my... He doesn't know. He doesn't know it's 
me. I'll still pay. I just have to call it all off. I want to go 
home." 

Fuck, this guy actually sounded like Quinn, too. 
Pierce knocked firmly on the door. 
"Go away. They'll pay you. I changed my mind." 

There was true hysteria in that voice. 

"Quinn? Is that you?" It couldn't be, could it? It didn't 

make any sense. It really didn't. 

"Go away." Hysteria and shame. 
"Shit, babe, if that's you, you'd better open this door 

right now." He wanted to know what the fuck was going 
on. 

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A man came down the path in a business suit, smiling 

at him. "Dr. Donahue, I'm afraid there's been a mistake." 

"Oh, yeah? What kind of mistake?" 
"Your client has changed his mind. Your time is your 

own for the rest of the week. All of the facilities are at 
your disposal, and you will, of course, receive full 
payment." 

"My client. You mean Quinn. That's my partner in 

there, I know it." What the hell? Quinn had a medical 
fetish? He was a fucking doctor; why hadn't Quinn ever 
said anything? 

He would swear the man's eyes twinkled. 
"I'm sorry, sir. Our clients' privacy is respected 

totally. However, please do enjoy the island." 

"This is fucking insane." 
"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience. However, the 

next flight off the island isn't for five days..." 

Wait. Wait, was this man telling him he had five days 

to deal with this? "So, I should just relax and take a paid 
vacation is what you're saying, huh?" 

"I do think that would be the wisest thing, sir." 
"Well, then. I guess that's what I'll do." He kept hold 

of the clipboard, intent on re-reading it now that he 
knew the man whose fantasy it was. If they'd only put 
Quinn's name down, he'd have known. 

"Have a fabulous vacation." 
"Thanks, man." 
He watched the guy walk away and then turned his 

attention back to the little cottage in front of him. So. 
How exactly did he do this? 

The phone inside rang within minutes, and he heard 

Quinn's voice. "Hello? Yes. Thank you. I'm sorry. I 
just... I never... He'd hate me and I couldn't... I love him, 
huh? Yeah. Can I fly out? Five days? Oh, God..." 

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He knocked on the door again. He was going to hate 

Quinn if they didn't get to the bottom of this. He was 
confused, he wasn't happy, that was for fucking sure, but 
to hate his lover for secret fantasies? Did Quinn really 
believe he was like that? 

Quinn's voice sounded, right by the door. "Who is it? 

I don't need anything." 

"Let me in, Quinn." 
"Please go away." The door opened a crack, his lover 

right there, pale as milk. 

"Quinn! It is you. Come on. Let me in. We need to 

talk." Did they ever need to talk. Maybe for five days. 
"Sage Quinn Williams, you open that door now." 

"I..." A single tear escaped Quinn's eyes, but his lover 

moved away from the door, heading back into the dark 
cabin. 

"Shit, Quinn." He went in and closed the door behind 

him, put the clipboard down on the table next to the 
door. "I... Come here." He opened his arms -- he couldn't 
just ignore that pale face, the tears. 

His wild lover barreled into his arms, sobbing. "I'm 

so sorry." 

He held on tight, focusing on just this, on the fact that 

they loved each other. "Shh. Shh." 

Quinn wrapped around him, his lover's passion and 

emotion like a storm. 

"We'll deal with this, we'll figure it out." 
Quinn shook his head. "Just forget that it happened. It 

was a whim. Silly." 

Pierce snorted. Hard. "Given what they're paying me, 

I can only imagine what you paid them. This is no 
whim." 

Quinn's cheeks flushed dark, chin ducked. 

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"You ready to talk? To tell me what this is all about?" 

To tell him why the fuck Quinn had never said 
anything? He was a doctor, for fuck's sake. 

"I just..." Quinn shook his head. 
"You want to take a bit of time to just enjoy the 

location?" Look at him, being understanding and patient 
and shit. Quinn had better appreciate this. "There was a 
hammock down near the beach between a couple of 
palm trees. It looked big enough for two." 

Quinn nodded. "I'm sorry. I just. You have your coat 

on. Do you want to go change?" 

"I don't know. You want just your lover or your lover 

the doctor?" 

Quinn's mouth opened and closed, over and over. 

Pierce had read the file. Quinn wanted to be submissive, 
wanted to be examined, touched, spread and filled and 
stretched. It had been very thorough about everything, 
aside from the man's name, of course. 

"Come on, babe. Not talking about it isn't going to 

make this go away. The cat is so out of the bag, they're 
not even in the same country anymore." And he wasn't 
going to let it go. Shit, he couldn't. 

"It's just a thing. I didn't mean for you to find out." 
"Just a thing?" He shook his head and, arm still 

around Quinn's shoulders, led him out the door and 
toward the hammock. "This isn't 'just' anything, babe. 
Let's be upfront about that." 

"I just... I don't want you to hate me. I don't want 

things to be weird. I wish I'd just never... " 

"It's too late for wishes." 
They got to the hammock, and he contemplated how 

best to get them both in it. 

"Yeah." Quinn held the hammock for him. 
He climbed in, steadied it with one foot, and held out 

his arms. Quinn still wouldn't look at him, but his lover 

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crawled into his arms, carefully. It was quiet for a long 
time. 

He was the one to finally break the quiet. "So..." 
"It was a fantasy. Just a fantasy." 
"If that's all it was, we wouldn't be here." 
"Why are you here?" 
"Because I got a call from these guys offering me a 

shitload of money to play doctor." And that was just for 
the initial routine exam of the dude wanting body mods. 
He'd thought it was a prank. Then they'd offered him a 
ton more to do this 'other guy.' Had they known? They 
must have. 

Quinn's cheeks went almost purple, eyes closed. 
"Come on, Quinn. Talk to me." 
"I was stupid. This was supposed to be totally 

anonymous. I can't believe they called you. I should 
sue." 

They were totally getting off track here; he wasn't 

interested in discussing the people who ran this place. "I 
can't believe this is how I fucking found out you're into 
this." 

"I should go. I'll stay in my cabin until they can fly 

me out. I promise. When we get back, if you want me 
out, I'll go to the apartment in the city, okay?" 

"What the fuck? You want to run away instead of 

dealing with this? What if I think it's a fucking turn on? 
What if I don't but want to do it for you anyway? What 
if I think you're a freak -- you are, by the way, but I've 
thought that long before this -- and I love you anyway?" 

"I don't want to do it with you if it's just for me." 
"Why not?" 
Quinn wouldn't look at him. "Because I want it to be 

real, if it is you with me. I mean. A stranger... that's like 
a sex toy." 

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"Well, you'll never know if you don't talk to me about 

it, tell me what you want, what you need." 

Quinn shook his head. "So, what? I'm supposed to 

admit that I have sick fantasies about you? Jesus. I just... 
I just wanted to try, to do them so that I can stop 
thinking about you like that!" 

"So they're sick, these fantasies of yours?" Were 

they? If he'd thought they were sick fantasies, he 
wouldn't have been here. Weird, yes. Different, strange, 
unusual, not something he'd ever even dreamed of. But 
sick? He hadn't thought so when he'd agreed to do this 
before he'd known it was Quinn. 

"Oh, come on. Normal people don't... That's not... I 

just..." 

He would have laughed if the pain on Quinn's face 

hadn't been so real. His lover was many things -- wild, 
brilliant, frustrating, maddening -- but normal wasn't on 
the list. 

"Since when have you ever aspired to be normal, 

love? If either of us were that worried about what other 
people thought, not only would we not be together, but 
we wouldn't be where we are today." 

"I care about what you think." 
"Well, I can't think anything if you don't tell me." He 

felt like they were talking in circles. "So just tell me 
already what your fantasies are, what you want." He 
knew the details, of course, from reading the file, but he 
needed Quinn to tell him, needed to know that Quinn 
wanted and needed this. Hell, he just needed to hear it 
from the horse's mouth. 

"I... I want. I dream about getting an exam, getting 

things put inside my... And not being able to say no..." 
He'd read the file. Quinn had asked for shaving -- balls 
and pubes and hole. Had asked for punishment enemas, 
for a series of sounds to be inserted in that pretty cock. 

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For in-depth anal stretching and exams. Clamps, 
binding, mild humiliation and total submission. 

He figured they were maybe covering the mild 

humiliation now, by making Quinn tell him. "You can't 
say no, now. Tell me all about what you want." 

"I. I." Quinn's eyes searched his, and he could feel 

Quinn's prick, hard as nails against him. 

He put on his stern doctor voice, the one he used 

when he had patients who weren't following his 
directions. "I said tell me." 

Quinn's hips began to rock, and he didn't think Quinn 

even knew. Quinn moved closer, lips near his ear. "I 
asked for shaving, for enemas and sounds and plugs. For 
my hole to be stretched. For clamps. I asked for the 
whole scene." 

"And if I want to give that to you? If it turns me on, 

too?" 

Those lean hips moved faster. "Don't tease me. That's 

mean." 

"I'm not teasing. I'm trying to talk to you about this." 

He put his hands on Quinn's hips, encouraging the 
movements. 

Soft cries brushed his ear. "Oh. Oh. Oh." 
"You should have trusted me," he whispered. "No 

one can do this for you like I can." 

"You're too important. I didn't want to fuck up." 
"I'm so important you lied to me. That's fucked up, 

Quinny." 

"I didn't lie!" Quinn reared back, glared at him. "I 

didn't ever lie to you. I just didn't tell you a fantasy!" 

"One that was so important to you that you spent all 

this money to make it come true." 

"I just wanted it to stop. I couldn't stop thinking about 

it. Don't you understand? I just wanted to do it and hate 
it so that I'd stop thinking about it before you found out 

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and thought I was sick!" There was true pain in Quinn's 
voice, in the dark eyes. 

"You could have trusted me." 
"I didn't trust me." 
"Oh, Quinny..." He brought their lips together, 

kissing his lover hard. 

Quinn tasted like tears, but there was desire 

underneath it, hunger, and Quinn opened up like a 
flower to the sun. He kept kissing, encouraging Quinn to 
start rocking against him again. He hadn't felt that 
hunger directed at him for years. 

His own prick was growing, filling to meet Quinn's 

need. The hammock swayed, his lover starting to make 
little noises, cry out into his lips. He put his hand on 
Quinn's ass, squeezing as their bodies moved together. 
He knew every inch of this man, every inch, and he 
hadn't felt this hot in so long. 

"I'm going to turn you inside out," he promised. 
"Pierce..." Quinn was leaking, a wet spot of pre-come 

on the loose pants. 

"I think you should call me Doctor while we're here." 
Quinn's body jerked, convulsing, and Pierce knew 

Quinn was right there, on the edge. 

"And you're going to obey every order or you're 

going to be punished." 

Those lovely eyes searched his, and Pierce knew 

Quinn was looking to see if he was just humoring. 

He narrowed his eyes. "You don't believe me? Go 

ahead, test me. See just how quickly I get your ass back 
in that room and give you an enema." 

Quinn's eyes went wide, the scent of spunk sudden 

and sweet. 

Oh, fuck. His own cock swelled at Quinn's reaction, 

hard as could be, his balls aching. Fucking look at that. 

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Quinn's lips were parted, his lover flushed and sweaty. 
Perfect. 

"Quinn..." Fuck, he could barely catch his breath. 
Quinn eased the zipper down on his slacks, fished 

around for his cock, then started stroking it with slow, 
strong strokes. 

"Did I say you could do that?" he asked. It was ruined 

a little by the huskiness and need in his voice. 

"You need it, and I can't suck you in the hammock." 
"I still didn't say you could. Isn't that how this works? 

I'm in charge -- you do as you're told or suffer the 
consequences." Though, God knew, he didn't want 
Quinn to stop. 

"I'll suffer them, then. I know what you need." That 

hand moved faster. 

"Bitch." His hips were pushing up as best as they 

could, though, into Quinn's hand. 

Quinn nodded, thumb working the tip of his prick, 

pushing at the slit. Groaning, he clenched his hands in 
Quinn's hair. 

"I can smell you. You're going to shoot." 
"I am." He groaned, so fucking close. 
"Love you." Quinn met his eyes. "More than life." 
"Oh, fuck!" He jerked, spunk spraying up over 

Quinn's hand. 

"Mmm." Quinn's hand slowed, the touch gentling. 
He tugged Quinn closer and held on. "Mmm... I'm 

going to have to punish you for that, you know." 

Quinn moaned, shook his head, but there was need 

there. 

"You need to go wash up," he told Quinn. He looked 

at his watch. "You have a doctor's appointment in a half 
an hour. 

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That should give him enough time to make sure they 

still had the 'doctor's office' cabin and to review the file 
again, set stuff up. 

"I." Quinn's lips opened and closed, over and over. 
"You heard me. Go." He smacked Quinn's ass for 

good measure. 

Quinn slipped out of the hammock. "Are you sure?" 
"You want another punishment before you've even 

had the first?" He met Quinn's eyes. "I'm sure. Don't 
question me again. Not while we're here." 

"Okay. Okay. I. Okay." Quinn looked at him, then 

took off. 

Fuck him raw. He couldn't remember his lover ever 

looking hotter. This was going to be a hell of an 
interesting and amazing five days. 

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Chapter Twelve 

Quinn stood at the door of the cabin, shaking so hard 

he thought he might die. 

This was. This whole thing. He just. He couldn't 

believe. He couldn't think. Oh, God. Pierce. His Pierce. 
His Pierce. Was waiting. Inside. With notes on his 
deepest, darkest, most secret fantasies. 

He was going to throw up. Blorp. Just like that. He 

couldn't have written something so deeply fucked up. 

The door suddenly opened, Pierce there in his lab 

coat, stethoscope around his neck. "Come in, Mr. 
Williams." 

His lips opened, his cock suddenly, painfully hard. 

Oh, God. 

One of Pierce's eyebrows went up. "You are coming 

in, aren't you?" 

"Y...yes. Yes, D...Doctor." Oh, God. 
"Good. Close the door behind you, and then strip and 

lie on the exam table." 

He wasn't sure he could remember how to walk, how 

to function, how not to have a screaming meltdown. He 
stepped forward, closed and locked the door with 
trembling fingers. 

Pierce put on a pair of gloves, the latex snapping 

around his wrist. Quinn shuddered, feet sliding on the 
floor. He'd lost his mind. Lost it. Completely. 

Pierce's attention focused back on him. "Do hurry up, 

please. I don't have all day." 

"S...sorry." He didn't know what to do; he couldn't 

breathe. "I'm nervous." 

"Nerves are allowed, being frozen by them are not." 

Pierce's eyes narrowed. "We're here for you, Quinn." 

He nodded, so ashamed. "I'm sorry." 

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He stripped his clothes off, head down, arousal 

almost -- almost -- gone under the weight of worry about 
what this would mean for them. 

"As long as you're sorry for making me wait and not 

for wanting this in the first place, I accept your 
apology." 

He nodded, scooted up onto the table. 
Pierce patted the foot stirrups. "Ankles in here, and 

scoot down until your ass is hanging off the end of the 
table." 

"I..." He put his feet up, crying out as a strap wrapped 

around his ankle. 

Pierce's hand smacked the underside of his thigh. 

"Come on, wriggle out to the edge." 

He jerked, the motion pushing him down. "I. I. This 

is..." 

"This is your intake examination. I'll probe you with 

my digits for now. Then I'll shave for a more thorough 
examination." 

His cock started filling, and a deep, raw sound caught 

in his throat. Once his ass hung over the edge of the 
table, Pierce moved the stirrups apart, spreading his legs. 
Fuck, he was all exposed and vulnerable. His thighs 
tensed and he had to fight not to pull back. 

"Let's see what we have here..." Pierce's fingers slid 

over his ass, almost cold through the latex gloves, 
impersonal. 

He jerked, biting his bottom lip hard enough to sting. 
"Oh, we need to shave the entire area, from the top of 

your crack all the way to your balls, cock, and 
surrounding woods." 

"I... Do we have to?" 
"Absolutely." 
He moaned, hands sliding down his body, trying to 

soothe himself. 

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"I didn't say you could touch." 
"What?" His eyes popped open, and he hadn't even 

been aware they were closed. 

"Hands down." Pierce slapped his ass again. 
The sting made him cry out, made him buck on the 

table. 

"Let's get to the meat of this portion of the 

examination." Pierce pulled a stool over and settled on it 
between his spread legs. 

"I. I don't. We." He shoved his fist in his mouth, 

forcing himself to shut the fuck up. 

He heard what sounded like lube being squirted and 

then Pierce's finger pushed into him. His body clenched, 
his balls trying to crawl back up into his body. 

"Relax, please." 
He took a deep, shuddering breath, body trembling 

violently. 

"Another breath." Pierce's finger wriggled inside him. 

In and out, in and out, then Pierce touched his inner 
thigh, letting him know they were together, here. His 
tension ratcheted down. "Everything seems to be in 
order, but I do need to make a more thorough 
examination, as well as clean the area." 

Pierce took off the gloves, making them snap again. 

Quinn wiggled on the table, eyes on his lover. 

"Nervous?" Pierce asked, meeting his eyes. 
"Yes." He loved Pierce, was panicked about losing 

him, but he needed this. 

"Trust me, Quinn. I'm a doctor. And your lover." 
"Still? You promise?" 
"Babe, I wouldn't be here doing this if it wasn't still 

true." 

Quinn took a deep breath, let it out. "Okay. Okay. I 

just needed to know I haven't messed everything up." 

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"You haven't. Now let's get back to fulfilling these 

kinky little dreams of yours, shall we?" 

His cheeks heated and he slid his hands over his 

thighs. Yes. God, yes. 

Pierce popped his ass. "No touching during the 

examination." 

"I. Sorry, Doctor." He jerked a little, hips bucking off 

the table. 

"Very good." 
Pierce went over to the little sink and washed his 

hands. Then he filled up a small metal bowl, grabbed a 
razor, and returned to the stool between Quinn's legs. 

"I want you shaved clean for the duration. I'll do it 

this time, but I expect you to do maintenance every 
morning in the shower before you come to my office." 

He swallowed hard, nodded. 
"What was that?" Pierce asked. 
"Okay. Okay, yes. I can... I can do that." 
Pierce tilted his head. "Try, 'yes, Doctor.'" 
"Yes, Doctor." He moaned, cock leaking. 
"That's better." 
Pierce dipped a cloth into the water and patted down 

the hair around his cock, his ass. His ass cheeks 
clenched; he couldn't help it, the touch was so intimate, 
so unexpected. 

"No moving now. I'd hate to cut you by accident." 
"No. No, I won't move." 
"Good, good." Pierce used a shaving soap, working 

the lather up slowly between his palms. 

Quinn couldn't stop moving, touching his belly, his 

ribs. 

Pierce growled. "Do I need to tie your hands?" 
"What? I'm not.... I just..." Fuck, that was hot. 
"If you can't stay still, I will." Pierce watched his face 

for a moment before applying the foam to his body. 

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He closed his eyes shut, his ball sac feeling so tight. 

The touches seemed bigger with his eyes closed, Pierce 
covering his ass and his balls. He focused on breathing, 
on the slow, steady in and out. 

"Let's see what's under all this hair." Pierce began to 

shave him, the scrape of the razor surprisingly loud as it 
slid across the skin above his cock. 

"Just skin." His skin was tingling, awake, aware. 
"Yes, but skin that's never been bare before." 
"No. Never." They had the most vanilla love life... 

ever. 

"So, not so much 'just' anything." The scrape of the 

razor continued, moving slowly over his skin, baring 
him to the air. To Pierce's gaze. 

He wanted to move, to shift his hips, to buck up into 

the touch. 

"Yes, that's it. Stay absolutely still. There'll be a 

reward for you if you manage it." 

"Yes, Doctor." Reward. He clung to that word, that 

idea, forcing himself to stay still. 

Pierce grabbed his cock and pushed it out of the way 

of the razor as the shaving moved slowly downward. 
Quinn didn't move, but he moaned, long and low, the 
sound pushing from him. 

"God, that's a sexy noise, Quinn." 
His entire body heated, things getting suddenly hot 

enough to scorch. 

"Careful now. Your balls." The razor moved down. 
"I can't help it if they move." 
"Don't worry. I'm not going to let anything happen to 

them." 

"Good. I need them." 
Pierce started to chuckle; he actually pushed the stool 

back a bit, hands and razor away from him. Quinn didn't 
look over. He stayed still. 

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"Sorry, sorry." Pierce moved back in, and the razor 

slid over his balls again. 

"Oh. Oh, gentle..." His sac was tugged, stretched. 
Pierce gave it a little jerk. "Trust me." 
"I do." He hadn't, but he would. 
"Good." The shaving continued, carefully, around his 

balls, 

His ass was next. His hole pulled away, tightened. 
"Grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart for me." 
"I..." Oh, God. Oh, hot. "Okay." He reached down, 

ass muscles so tight. 

"Look at that pretty hole." 
"Pierce!" 
"What?" 
"You... You've never said..." He was shocked. 
"Never admired your hole before? I should have --

it's sexy." 

His mouth opened and closed, over and over. 
"Okay, hold your cheeks apart and stay still." 
He almost couldn't breathe, but he did it, listening to 

his heart bound in his ears. The razor slid across the skin 
of his hole. 

"Oh, God." Pierce's voice was husky. 
He tensed. 
"You're gonna be so sensitive." 
"Gonna?" 
"More sensitive, then." 
He whimpered, then Pierce's finger brushed his hole 

and he thought he'd just shoot. 

"Good, Quinn?" Pierce's words were followed by a 

lick of his lover's tongue. 

He cried out, barely keeping himself from moving. 
Pierce licked again and then slid away. "There. 

You're bare." 

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His thighs were shaking, trembling, his cock bobbing 

over his belly. A warm cloth slid over his newly shaved 
skin. "Can I... can I move?" 

"Not yet. You can come, though, if you need to." 
"Without moving? Is that possible?" 
"Don't know. Not my problem." He could hear the 

grin in Pierce's voice. 

That made him chuckle, easing his tension again. 

Pierce patted his thigh and then started touching, fingers 
light on his skin. Each touch felt huge, amazing, 
overwhelming. 

"If I tell you to come, will you?" 
He whimpered, gasped. He thought he just might. 
"Come on, then. Show me how much you want this. 

Come." The word was accompanied by the briefest 
touch to his bare balls, and he shot, body jerking. "Oh, 
fuck. Quinn..." 

"Love." He moaned, shivering. 
"Sexy man." Reaching up, Pierce rubbed the come 

into his belly. 

"Thank you. I want to be." Maybe needed to be. 
"You are. Christ, so hot." Pierce sounded a little awed 

by it. By him. 

His toes curled and he tugged at the bonds a tiny bit, 

his cock trying to make a comeback. 

Pierce kissed his inner thigh. "I think we should 

break for lunch. Give you some recovery time before the 
next examination." 

"Okay. Sure. I... Do you know how it works? Lunch, 

I mean?" 

"We order food and then eat it." Pierce gave him a 

wink. 

He stuck his tongue out at his lover. Pierce's hand 

landed on his hip, hard. He cried out, his cock jerking. 
Oh. Oh, God. Please. 

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"No sassing me, Quinn. I'm in charge here." 
"I..." His breath came faster, his tongue wetting his 

lips. 

"You have something to say?" 
"N...no. No. I mean, no." God, he was burning up. 

Pierce was so intense. 

"I think you mean 'no, Doctor.'" 
"N...no, Doctor." His hands slid along his hips, just 

barely. 

"Better. You're touching yourself, though." Pierce's 

hand smacked his fingers. 

"You're whacking me." It was hot. 
"Only because you're not doing what I say." Pierce 

was a wet dream -- firm voice, firmer hand, those eyes 
looking at every inch of him. This was what he’d needed 
for so long. 

"Sorry." 
His ass got another pop. "You're supposed to be 

calling me Doctor." 

"Stop hitting me!" It burned so good. 
Pierce's slap was good and solid this time, landing on 

his ass where it hung over the edge of the table. "You 
don't give orders." 

Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes. Please. "I don't have to listen 

to you." 

"Excuse me?" The next slap was just as hard. "That's 

exactly what you signed up for, Quinn. And I'm going to 
see that what you signed up for is exactly what you get." 
Pierce hit his ass again. "You're going to eat lunch with 
your ass well spanked. And you're going to do it naked. 
That should teach you who's in charge here." 

He was going to shoot so hard. It wasn't going to take 

much more. Or maybe it would. Whatever. He was 
flying. 

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Pierce kept spanking him. There was nothing expert 

about it, but they were good, solid hits and his ass 
started to burn. His eyes closed, soft sounds pushing out 
of him, spanked out of him. Pierce gave him a little tug, 
pulling more of his ass off the edge of the table so there 
was more to spank. 

His thighs tensed, ready to pull him back up. Pierce's 

free hand landed on his belly, pressing down against him 
as the other hand danced and bounced on his ass. 

"Please. Please, fuck. Fuck..." 
"No, this is spanking. If you're lucky there will be 

fucking. Later." 

"I..." He couldn't think. Fuck. 
"You're being punished, Quinn. For being a bossy 

prick." 

"N...not a prick." He wasn't. Bossy, yes. 
"That's what you want to focus on right now?" 

Pierce's hand just kept coming down on his skin. 

"No. No, Doctor. Fuck, it burns..." 
"Good. Maybe you won't sass me next time." 
His cock jerked, wetness gathering on his belly. All 

of a sudden, Pierce slapped his cock, not hard enough to 
hurt, but it was a huge shock. He jerked away, only the 
bindings keeping him on the table. 

"I have your attention now." Pierce sounded smug. 
"Uh-huh. I do. I mean, you do." 
Pierce slapped his ass a couple more times and then 

fondled his balls. "No coming." 

Quinn could only whimper, toes curling, his body hot 

everywhere. 

"That looks pretty good." Pierce squeezed and 

pinched his ass. "I want to see it while we lunch. You'll 
have to lie on your stomach on a lounge chair." 

His eyes went wide, but he nodded. "Yes. Yes, 

Doctor." Fuck him, he was going to have a meltdown 

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from pure... shock? Joy? Horniness? Who the hell 
knew? 

"Good. Very good." Pierce stood and started 

uncuffing him. 

He slid off the table, knees buckling, surprisingly 

weak. 

Pierce caught him, held him close. "Careful." 
"Sorry." He was just... so hard. 
"We don't want you to really need a doctor, huh?" 
"No. No, I need you." Only Pierce. 
"Right here, babe." Pierce's hand slid over his ass, 

squeezed just a little. 

He stumbled forward a step, licked his lips. "Burns." 
"Good thing I'm going to make you lie on your 

stomach, isn't it?" 

Pierce led him out to a courtyard, the sun making it 

well lit and warm. There was a gazebo there with several 
deck chairs in it, and Pierce took him to one, pointed to 
it. "Get settled while I arrange for some food." 

"Okay." He headed over, arranged himself on the 

chair, careful not to catch his cock. 

Pierce disappeared back into the cottage, and for a 

moment Quinn was entirely alone, the place quiet 
enough he could plainly hear the birds, the waves on the 
ocean. He crossed his arms under his head, the sun 
beating down on him and leaving him dozy. 

All of a sudden, Pierce's fingers were dancing on his 

ass. "Look at that." 

He groaned, shifting away from the touch. 
"Tsk, tsk. This is what you wanted, Quinn." Pierce's 

hand slid across the burning flesh, the touch gentler this 
time, though still very much there. 

He nodded but didn't answer. It was. It was what he 

wanted. 

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"I've ordered a light lunch. Cobb salad, along with 

fruit and iced tea. It should be here soon." Pierce settled 
in the chair next to him. 

"I hope there's pineapple." 
"You and your pineapple." 
He chuckled and reached out, touched Pierce's slacks. 

"We're good, huh? You and me?" 

Pierce met his eyes and nodded. "We are. I... it's hot, 

how much it turns you on." 

"I love you. More than any fantasy." 
"Yeah?" Pierce smiled and stroked his cheek, pushed 

his hair off his forehead. "Good. The fantasy is good, 
too, though. Way better than I was expecting." Was that 
color on Pierce's cheeks? 

He could go with that, with hoping this could work, 

at least for this week. 

"Oh, here comes our food." Pierce sat up and patted 

his shoulder. "You can stay where you are." 

Quinn hid his face, closed his legs. 
A tray rolled noisily along the walkway, Pierce 

directing someone to leave the food on the table. "Thank 
you very much." 

Quinn didn't look. No way was he looking. 
"What do you think of my handiwork?" Pierce asked 

suddenly, hand stroking across Quinn's ass. "Color 
good?" 

"Very nice, sir." 
"Thank you, I thought so." 
"Was there anything else, sir?" 
"No, I'll call if anything comes up." 
Oh, God. Fuck. No looking. None. Oh, God. 
"He liked the color of your ass," Pierce told him once 

the footsteps had retreated. 

"Hush!" He covered his face with his hands. 

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Pierce laughed. "I read your file. I bet you're hard as 

a rock right now." 

Quinn wasn't going to answer that. No way. 
Pierce didn't seem to be upset about that. "Are you 

hungry? I know Cobb salad is your favorite, and this one 
looks particularly good." 

"I am. Thank you." He leaned up, took a piece of egg, 

and offered it to Pierce. 

"No, you enjoy it. I have a spinach salad with 

strawberries." 

"Thanks." He brought the salad down, nibbled on it, 

enjoying the bleu cheese, the bacon. He could feel 
Pierce's eyes on him. His lover's gaze was like a touch. 
Quinn didn't eat much -- his nerves were too high, his 
anticipation -- but what he ate, he loved. There was even 
his beloved pineapple, fed to him piece by piece from 
Pierce's fingers. 

He moaned, licked, and lapped Pierce's fingers clean. 

By the time the fruit was gone, Pierce was writhing in 
his chair, erection pushing hard at his scrubs. Quinn 
couldn't stop looking at it, at the wet spot on the dark 
scrubs. 

"You want something, Quinn?" Pierce knew, had to. 
He nodded, eyes still caught. "You look like you do. 

Want something, that is." 

Pierce shrugged. "Maybe." The casual tone was 

ruined by the husky note, though. 

Quinn slipped one hand under him, adjusted his cock. 
Pierce shook his head. "No touching yourself, Quinn. 

On doctor's orders." 

"I was just... moving it." 
"Next time, you ask permission or there will be 

another punishment." Pierce was really getting into the 
role. 

He groaned, fingers curling along with his toes. 

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"I think it's time for the rest of that examination. 

Starting with an enema." Pierce got a wicked grin on his 
face. "And then a good, solid probing." 

"I..." His hips moved, almost humping the lounge. 
"Don't try to deny you want it." 
"I didn't say anything!" He just knew he needed to try 

it. 

Pierce gave him a knowing grin. "You done with 

food?" 

"Yeah. I think so." He couldn't eat any more, lying on 

his belly. 

"Then let's go. You have an appointment with the 

doctor." 

*** 

Enemas were something that the nurse usually took 

care of, but Pierce knew how to do them, and he'd 
brushed up last night when he'd taken this 'job,' so he 
wasn't nervous about doing it per se. What he didn't 
know was just how much Quinn wanted to be stretched, 
how far his lover wanted to be pushed. 

He took a peek at the file again, making sure he knew 

what Quinn's safe word was. That way, if he went too 
far for Quinn, his lover would let him know, right? 

Right. That was how it worked. 
"You know your safe word," he reminded anyway as 

Quinn hopped back onto the examination table. 

"I do." Quinn met his eyes, so sensitive to his moods. 

"You don't have to do this. I won't be angry with you." 

"I don't mind doing it, especially if it makes you react 

like this morning. I just need to know that if I'm doing 
stuff you don't want, you're going to say something." 
And really, if Quinn was going to get off from getting an 
enema, Pierce wanted to be the guy giving it. 

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"I will. I'm not a masochist." 
Right. Of course not. 
"Assume the same position as earlier," he ordered, 

assuming his 'doctor' mantle again. 

Quinn moved up, settling with his eyes closed. Pierce 

strapped Quinn's legs into the stirrups again, helping to 
get that rosy ass hanging over the edge of the table. 

Pierce resisted the urge to rub his cheeks against 

Quinn's thighs. Instead, he rubbed his fingers against the 
heat of Quinn's ass. He'd done that. He'd made Quinn 
hard by doing that. He'd made Quinn writhe and beg. 
Him. 

It was rather heady. Definitely sexy. 
"Okay. Let's get this enema started. Gonna fill you up 

fuller than you've ever been." 

Quinn's answer was a soft whimper. 
He grabbed the kit and attached the long tubing to the 

tap. The sink was close enough that the tubing made it to 
Quinn's ass. "I'll open you up first." 

"I... I don't..." He could see the nerves starting to get 

to Quinn. 

Did he calm his lover? Did he stop this for a minute 

until Quinn got it together again? No. If Pierce had been 
some random man like he was supposed to be, he would 
stay in persona and keep going unless he heard the safe 
word. So he lubed up his finger and pressed it into 
Quinn's ass. That pretty hole squeezed his finger tight, 
gripped him. 

"Loosen up; this is easier if you relax." 
"I don't know if I can." 
"I'm moving forward whether you think you can or 

not." 

"I..." Quinn's body went deliciously rosy. 
Pierce felt his cock harden up, more turned on than 

he'd dreamed he would be by this. 

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He pressed a second finger in with the first. He could 

see Quinn's cock start to fill, and that tight ass was so 
hot around his fingers. 

After a couple strokes in and out, he said, "Okay, 

you're prepped," and removed his fingers from Quinn's 
hole. 

"I don't know if this is a good idea..." 
"It's too late for that, Quinn. This is what you came 

for." 

He lubed up the end of the enema tube and put two 

fingers back into Quinn's body so he could guide the 
tubing in. Quinn moaned softly, that sweet little hole 
squeezing him. 

He pressed the tubing in between his fingers. "We 

just need to get this in..." He pressed it in, refusing to 
give Quinn time to breathe or complain. "Filling it now." 
He turned the water on low. 

Quinn started panting almost immediately, started 

trying to move. 

"No moving. You'll make a mess." 
Quinn stopped moving, still and stiff, careful. 
"You need to be prepared. You're going to feel very 

full." 

"I..." Quinn moaned, cock filling faster, curving 

above his belly. 

God, Quinn was beautiful, sexy. Pushing him like 

this was... it made Pierce feel butterflies in his stomach. 
He took Quinn's wrist, ostensibly checking the man's 
pulse. His fingers slid over the thin skin, caressing 
gently. Strong, but fast -- Quinn's heartbeat proved his 
excitement, built Pierce's own. 

He moved his hand to Quinn's belly, rubbing the 

muscles there. He wondered how much would be too 
much. How far could he push Quinn? 

"I'm full." Quinn moaned for him, abdomen taut. 

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"You can take a bit more." Not a lot, but Quinn could 

manage more, and that way it was his decision to stop, 
not Quinn's. 

"Fuck..." Clear drops were forming at the tip of 

Quinn's cock. 

Pierce had to bite back his moan. There was just 

something about doing this to Quinn... He was pretty 
sure he liked it; he knew his cock did. And Quinn had 
almost let a stranger do it. 

He turned the water off. "I'm taking the tubing out 

now. You have to hold everything in." He waited for 
Quinn's tight nod, and then he matched actions to words. 

He set the tubing in the sink and returned to his stool 

between Quinn's legs. "You need to promise me 
something." 

"Anything. I need a toilet." 
"Not yet, you don't." He stroked Quinn's belly. "You 

need to promise me that you won't hide stuff from me 
anymore. Not something like this. I don't want anyone 
else touching you." 

"Oh, fuck..." He felt Quinn's abs contract. 
"Promise me, Quinn." 
"I swear. I do. I didn't want you to hate me. It would 

have killed me." 

"Next time, it doesn't matter if that's your worry. You 

tell me." It was important. He needed to know Quinn 
wouldn't hide something like this ever again. 

Quinn grabbed his hand, dragged him up until he 

could see those serious eyes. "I promise." 

"Okay." He nodded, squeezed Quinn's hand. "Good." 

He bent and kissed the leaking tip of Quinn's cock. 

He could do this now, knowing it was just him, that it 

would always be just him. 

"Pierce. Love... Oh, fuck. So hot. Please." 

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"Please what?" He imagined he knew what Quinn 

needed, but he wanted to hear it from Quinn. 

"I need. I gotta. Oh, jeez." 
"What was that?" 
Mild humiliation, the file had said. If making Quinn 

say it out loud didn't do it, Pierce didn't know what 
would. 

"I have to. The toilet. Fuck, Pierce. Come on." 
"No, you have to say it. And you need to remember 

that it's Doctor to you." 

"Let me up. I have to get rid of the water. Oh, God. 

Fuck." Quinn's cock was red-tipped, leaking. 

"I have a bucket here. Just a moment." He grabbed 

the bucket from the floor and held it up to the edge of 
the table, where Quinn's ass hung. "You may release 
now." 

"I... God. I need a toilet." Quinn was sheened with 

sweat. 

"No, no. I have a bucket here. It won't make a mess." 

He patted Quinn's cock. 

"Oh, fuck. I can't. I can't. I can't do this." 
Wrapping his hand around Quinn's cock, he slid his 

thumb across the dripping head. "You will." 

"No..." Quinn was moaning, cock swelling in his 

hand. 

There was no way Quinn would be able to hold back 

through his orgasm. "I say you will." He rubbed the 
head of Quinn's cock again. 

"No..." Quinn's eyes were squeezed tight, body 

shuddering. 

His thumb slid round and round, pressing against the 

little slit. "I'm going to fill you here, touch you inside. 
You know that." At his words, Quinn almost screamed. 
"It's called a urethral sound." 

"Pierce... Fuck..." 

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"Oh, no. Not for awhile. The sounds come in 

different sizes, you know. They start thin. They don't 
stay that way." He could see Quinn's sac draw up; the 
release was moments away. "This is just the beginning, 
Quinn. Only the first of many things I'm going to insist 
you do." 

Quinn's body submitted; he could resist no longer. 
Once Quinn had come and had let the enema go, 

Pierce put the bucket in the bathroom and grabbed a 
washcloth. He ran it under hot water and came back to 
clean Quinn. Quinn was teary, breath hitching, arm over 
his eyes. 

"Very well done, Quinn." He rubbed the come into 

Quinn's belly and then used the cloth on his lover's ass 
and hole. 

Quinn's answer was a whimper, a soft moan. 
He patted Quinn's belly. "Now you're ready for your 

probing." 

That sweet, pretty prick bobbed, throbbed for him. 

For him, damn it. 

He reached over for the speculum used for anal 

examinations and took off the plastic cover. "I'll be 
opening you up, taking a look." Stretching Quinn. He 
greased the speculum up, then pushed his fingers into 
that pretty, clean hole. 

Quinn was still stretched from the water, though his 

muscles fluttered, tightened around his fingers. "Let me 
in. The more you fight it, the harder it'll be." 

"It'll be cold." 
"Yes, it will be. And unyielding. And it's going to 

stretch you." Quinn's little noises settled right in his 
balls. He was going make the man suck him before this 
was over. He was going to plunge into that hot, hungry 
mouth, fuck those pretty lips, and come down Quinn's 

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throat. He was going to do this first, though, and blow 
Quinn's mind. 

"Here we go." He placed the speculum at Quinn's 

hole and used his fingers to begin to push it in. 

Quinn's breath came faster, the lean body seeming 

caught between pushing down on the instrument and 
pulling away. 

He patted Quinn's inner thigh. "Breathe. This won't 

be comfortable, but it shouldn't hurt." 

"Breathing. Right." 
"Yes. Breathing." He pushed slowly, but steadily. 
"Fuck. Fuck, it won't fit." 
He chuckled softly. Quinn took more than this with 

his cock. "It's not that large." 

"It feels huge." 
"I could get the bigger one. That one would feel 

huge." He bit back his smile. 

"Mean bastard." Quinn winked at him. 
"And you're loving it." He shook his head, but he 

didn't mean it, not really. Once he had the speculum 
seated, he began to open it. 

Quinn stilled, toes curling, body trying to pull back. 

"Be still." Quinn needed to listen a little harder. Or 
maybe the word he was looking for was obey. 

"Pierce..." 
"No." He stood up and backed away a few steps. "I 

was very clear about what you were to call me." 

"I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, this is new to me." 
"It's new to both of us, but you're more aware of the 

rules than I am, I would have thought. Now what do you 
call me?" 

Quinn's cheeks flared. "Doctor." 
"Excellent." 
He moved back between Quinn's legs and settled on 

his stool. "Now let's see what we have here, shall we?" 

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Quinn groaned, but the pretty cock was making a 

sweet recovery. He kept opening the speculum, knowing 
it would be stretching Quinn wider. A soft cry filled the 
air, Quinn's body shuddering. 

"A little wider." He suited action to words, spreading 

the speculum a little wider. 

"Fuck..." Quinn's quiet words made him smile. 
He grabbed a long, thin wand with a little ball on top 

and slowly began to feed it into the tunnel made by the 
open speculum. The little ball would hit Quinn's gland 
once it was through. Quinn began to pant, taking quick, 
light breaths. 

"Very good. Everything looks like it should." He 

continued to put in the wand, smiling when it hit the end 
of the road, nudging inside Quinn's body. 

Quinn's shoulders left the table, a cry filling the air. 
"Looks like your prostate is in functioning order." He 

nudged it again. 

"Oh, good. Good. Fuck." 
"Yes, very good. It's an important piece of your 

anatomy." He moved the wand back and forth, hitting 
Quinn's gland every time. 

It was like hitting the man with a tiny electric shock, 

zinging him over and over. Fuck, it was sexy. He'd 
never look at his medical instruments the same way 
again. Cock engorged, nipples deep red and flushed with 
blood -- Quinn's arousal was written all over his body. 

Pierce spread the speculum a little bit wider, making 

it stretch Quinn about as much as his cock would. 
Nowhere near as wide as his fist would. The thought 
shocked him. Aroused him. His fist in Quinn's body. Oh, 
God. Moaning, he pushed the wand in again, rubbing 
and rubbing over Quinn's prostate. 

"I... Oh, God. Oh, God." Quinn was white-knuckled 

on the table. 

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"You need to come, babe?" He'd bet Quinn did. He'd 

bet Quinn was flying. Not that he was going to allow it, 
but he could stand to hear Quinn beg. 

"Please." 
"Please, what?" 
"I need to come." 
"So?" That wasn't begging. He was sure Quinn could 

do much better than that. 

"Please. Please, I need to." Those hands started 

moving. 

He shook his head. "No, I don't think so." 
"Yes..." Quinn groaned. 
"Nope. No coming." 
"Mean..." Quinn's legs trembled. 
"Yes." 
And Quinn loved it. Those hands slipped off the 

frame of the exam table. 

"Don't you touch yourself." 
Quinn's fingers curled. 
"I mean it." He rubbed Quinn's ass, reminding his 

lover of the spanking. There would be more if Quinn 
was disobedient. 

"Yes, Doctor." 
He had to admit, he did like the way that sounded. 

"That's right." 

Quinn's moan made him hard as rocks. He wanted to 

pull the speculum out and slam his cock in, feel Quinn's 
body tight around him. He wanted to hear Quinn scream 
for him. 

He cleared his throat. "Time for the next step in 

probing." 

"Please. Please, anything. I can't think." 
"You don't have to think. I'm the doctor here." 
"Fuck. Fuck. So hot. You're so hot." 

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When was the last time he'd turned Quinn on like 

this? Maybe never. God, Quinn needed him. Wanted 
him, so badly. He didn't even want to think about how 
close he'd come to never knowing Quinn like this, never 
experiencing this. 

He started pulling the speculum out. "I'm going to do 

a physical examination, now." 

Quinn groaned, hips shifting on the table, so eager. 
"Careful." He got the instrument removed without 

causing any damage. Depositing it into the bin, he went 
to the sink and began to wash his hands. "You're doing 
very well." 

"Thank you." Quinn's body was slowly rippling, 

fucking the air. 

"You'll need to be still again while I examine you 

with my hand." 

Quinn's eyes went huge, wide. "Your fingers." 
"That's how I'll start." 
Now did he do this with a glove or without? A glove 

would make it seem more doctor/patient-y, but he'd be 
able to feel more without it. He decided, selfishly, to go 
without. This was the first time, the only first time. He 
would do it again some other time and wear the glove to 
play up to Quinn's fetish. 

He grabbed the big tube of lube and set up between 

Quinn's legs again. "Ready, Quinn?" 

"I... Your fingers. Yes, I'm ready for that." 
"Mmmhmm. All five of them." He slicked two up 

and pushed them into Quinn's body. 

Quinn's head shook from side to side. 
"Two is easy. Here's the third." 
Quinn was humming softly, beginning to move with 

him. 

"Yes, here we go." He let his free hand touch, stroke 

Quinn's skin. He stopped touching long enough to put 

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more lube on his fingers, and then he kissed the side of 
Quinn's knee and tucked his thumb into his palm. 

"Full. I. Full." Quinn's fingers touched his face. 
He turned to kiss the gentle fingers. "Yeah, we're 

getting there." He pushed gently, but insistently, Quinn's 
body slowly stretching for him. 

"I can't. You won't fit." 
"Who's the doctor here? You? No. Trust me." Maybe 

he'd never done this before, but he knew how the human 
body worked. 

Quinn actually chuckled, softly. That was just enough 

relaxation for him to push the widest part of his hand 
into Quinn's body, past the tight ring of muscles. 

"Oh, fuck! Pierce! Doctor! Love!" 
He had to brace Quinn's belly with his hand. "Gently, 

Quinn." He continued to push his hand in, going up to 
the wrist. 

Tears leaked from the corners of Quinn's eyes. He 

waited for a moment, holding his breath so he wouldn't 
miss it if Quinn used his safe word. He wouldn't let 
himself feel, let himself process this until he was sure 
Quinn was all right. 

"You. It's you. I wanted it to be you." 
That was it, that was all he needed to hear, and 

suddenly it hit him. His hand was inside Quinn's body. 
His whole fucking hand. And Quinn was so tight and 
there had never been anything that felt like this. Ever. 

"It's me. It's you. We. Us." Yeah, he didn't have the 

words. 

"Us." Quinn met his eyes. "You're in me." 
"I know." It was... unbelievable, that's what it was. 

And yet it was real -- he could feel each breath Quinn 
took, each pulse of the man's heart. Right there in his 
hand. This right here was what was going to change 
them fundamentally; the rest of it was just sweet icing. 

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He moved his fingers and Quinn jerked, squeezed 

him, cried out. Pierce panted, trying to keep himself 
under control. He couldn't go off here; he needed to 
keep a cool head for Quinn. He needed to make his 
lover, his -- something inside his head whispered, his 
sub -- fly. 

He began to move his hand, little motions that 

nudged his knuckles across Quinn's prostate. Quinn's 
body flushed a deep red, cock full and hard. 

"I'm holding you in my hand, Quinn." 
"Yes. I can't believe this..." 
"I can." It felt... right. And also incredible. And so 

right. 

"I have to move." 
"Gently. Move with my hand." 
Quinn nodded, whimpered softly. "Please." 
He shifted his fingers and Quinn rippled. Groaning, 

he did it again, his balls aching. Quinn was whispering, 
whimpering, moaning for him. 

"My hand is inside you." It was rather obvious, but it 

still needed to be said. 

"Yes. God. So big." 
"Huge. This is... Wow." 
He felt Quinn's breathless chuckles all around his 

wrist. He opened his fingers, fingers reaching deep 
inside his lover. Quinn screamed for him, hips bucking, 
jerking, trying to control his motions. 

"Easy, babe. Easy." He pressed hard on Quinn's 

belly, and he'd be damned if he couldn't feel his other 
hand, right through Quinn's body. 

His eyes closed for only a second as he fought not to 

just cream at the thought. He started moving his hand, 
the one inside Quinn, again. 

"Doctor. Love. Close." 

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He nodded. He was, too. "You can come." He wasn't 

sure Quinn couldn't help but come, so he wasn't going to 
say no. 

"Oh, God. Thank you. Thank you." Heat sprayed 

over Quinn's stomach. 

Pierce shuddered, his own prick jerking, spraying. 

"Fuck. Oh." He groaned, hand still moving slowly. 
"You've done so well, Quinn. You're amazing." 

"Love." The tears were leaking slowly, staining 

Quinn's cheeks. 

"I love you, baby." He looked at his hand, still buried 

inside Quinn's ass, and marveled. 

"I want to go home with you." Quinn blinked, the 

tears slowing. 

"Of course you're coming home with me." 
Quinn nodded, licked his lips. 
"You're mine, Quinn. How could you doubt that with 

my hand inside you?" 

"I don't. I don't. I need you." 
"Good." 
He needed to take his hand out to take Quinn back to 

his cottage and fuck the hell out of him. He needed to 
stop this game and figure out what this all meant, this 
thing that his lover -- his boy, and where did that 
thought come from? -- and he had found. 

"I love you, Quinny." 
"Love you, Pierce. I... can we go cuddle now?" 
"Soon as my hand's out, yeah." 
"Is it going to hurt?" 
"It'll stretch on the wide bit." He rubbed Quinn's 

belly. "I need you to relax." 

Quinn groaned, took a deep breath. "Trying." 
"Try harder." He wasn't going to panic. He was going 

to do this with ease and aplomb like a real doctor. Okay, 
so this wasn't something doctors did -- that was just 

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details. He put more lube around his wrist, around 
Quinn's hole. 

The tight clench slowly eased, slowly relaxed for 

him. 

"That's it. Keep it up." 
"I don't think I could get it up again for love or 

money." 

Pierce chuckled. "Nut job." 
"Yeah, but I'm yours." 
"That's right, Quinn. You're mine." 
His hand slipped out, Quinn's cry short and sharp. He 

rubbed Quinn's hole. "It's okay. I'm out. You did good." 

"I... I need to... I need this to be over now. I need you 

to hold me." He knew. He knew his Quinn. 

He washed his hands and then undid the cuffs and 

took Quinn's legs out of the stirrups. Quinn climbed 
down, went to clean up and dress, head down, visibly 
shaken. 

"Come here, Quinny." He put his arms around his 

lover. 

"Pierce." Quinn's arms wrapped around him, held 

him tight, and his lover cried. 

He didn't try to hush Quinn; his lover needed the 

release. "I've got you. Let it all out." 

The storm was fierce but short, Quinn giving him all 

that passion and emotion in a rush. 

"Come on, Quinny. Let's go hold each other and talk, 

okay?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Quinn backed off, took his 

hand. 

He took his lover's hand in his own -- again -- and led 

him back to their cottage. 

Back to them. 

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Chapter Thirteen 

Pierce led Quinn into the cabin and straight into the 

bathroom, turning on the shower and pushing him in 
before getting the hot tub started. Quinn rinsed off, 
breath hitching in his chest. Pierce joined him a moment 
later and picked up the soap. Fingers lathered up, Pierce 
began to run them over him. It was less washing than 
touching, though, Pierce's fingers dancing on him. 

He let his lover touch him, help him, work the 

tension out of his muscles. 

"You were beautiful," murmured Pierce. 
"You made me need you, so bad." And he was so 

grateful that it had been Pierce, had been his lover. 

"Need what I did or need me to do it?" 
"You." He met Pierce's eyes. "I would have safe-

worded. I needed it to be you. It was you I fantasized 
about." 

Pierce beamed at him. "Good." The touches 

continued, sliding on his skin, soothing him. 

"It's the truth." 
Pierce had put his hand inside Quinn. 
"Come on. Out of the water." Pierce pulled him out, 

turned off the water, and started to dry him off. 

He found himself blinking down, staring at Pierce's 

hands. 

Once they were dry, Pierce drew him into the 

bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed. His lover 
wrapped around him. "It was me. I have you." 

"It was you." He held on tight. 
"It was. It always will be because you promised you'd 

tell me everything from now on." 

"I will, I swear. I... I was ashamed." Scared and 

ashamed. 

"For wanting this?" 

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"No. For wanting the kink. For wanting that game." 
"I'm a doctor. It should have been a no brainer to 

come to me." 

"What if you had hated me? I thought I'd get over it if 

I tried it." 

"Why would I hate you, Quinny? I know I'm pretty 

vanilla, but come on, I'd be an asshole for hating you for 
having fantasies." 

"I just... I felt bad. Dirty." 
"Maybe you were more worried about what you 

thought the fantasies said about you rather than what I'd 
think." Pierce stroked his cheek. 

"Maybe. Maybe. But..." He swallowed hard, dropped 

his eyes. It had been so hot -- not the medical stuff, but 
the spanking, the domination, Pierce. 

"But what? You're going to tell me, don't make me 

chase it out of you." 

He blinked up, surprised, a little tingly. "It's... I don't 

have to." 

"Yes, you do. You said you would." 
"It was hot, you touching me. S...spanking me. 

Making me like it. Not being doctor, but being you." 
Did that make sense? 

"Yeah? In the end, it was more important that it was 

me than that I was a doctor? That part's just a bonus?" 

"In the end, it was just you. I... once we got started, it 

wasn't about the doctor. It was about you." If Pierce 
hadn't been there, Quinn would have had to walk away. 

"Good." There was a fierce note in Pierce's voice. "I 

can't imagine knowing someone else had done any of 
that to you." 

"I couldn't have done it at all." He knew that now, 

like he knew his own name. 

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"Good," Pierce said again, hands dragging a little 

harder over his skin now, like Pierce was laying his 
claim. 

"Yours." He meant the words, with everything he 

was. 

"Don't ever forget it. I might get growly." His Pierce 

wasn't, but he believed now it could happen. 

"I promise." 
Pierce's fingers dragged over his still-hot ass and he 

moaned, rolled closer. "God, that's sexy. I never 
thought..." Peter's words trailed away. 

"I did. I thought a lot." He'd jacked off a lot. 
Pierce grinned, fingers still moving over his ass. 
"What're you smiling at?" He tried to shift away. 
"You. Us. This." Pierce didn't let him get away, that 

hand seeming to zone in on each and every hot spot. 

His body was on fire, and he danced on the bed. 
"God. Sexy." Pierce nodded, eyes taking him in, 

making him feel as sexy as Pierce said he was. 

He loved this, loved the heat, the intensity. Pierce's 

mouth covered his, tongue slipping between his lips. 
Pierce. Pierce. Love. He moaned, opening and letting his 
lover in. Pierce rolled him, leaning over him and 
deepening the kiss. 

One of his legs bent, cradling Pierce. His lover 

hummed into his mouth, the sound happy. It took no 
time at all for Pierce's cock to get hard against his hip. 
They rocked, almost like they were caught in the waves. 
He could feel each move in his ass, and inside as Pierce 
moved them together. He moaned into Pierce's lips, so 
happy, caught in the pleasure. 

"I want you so badly." Pierce played with one of his 

nipples, teasing a finger across it over and over. 

"I'm yours. You don't have to ask." 
"But you're sore. From my hand." 

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"Not in pain. Just tender." He thought he might like 

it. 

"Yeah? You wanna ride me, Quinny?" 
He nodded, "I do." He wanted to feel. 
Pierce rolled back and reached for the lube on the 

bedside table, then settled on his back. Quinn pushed up, 
straddled the lean hips, feeling sensual and strong. 

"God, you're hot." Pierce's hands slid up along his 

sides. He arched under the touch, nipples going hard. 
"Look at you." One of Pierce's thumbs slid across his 
right nipple. 

"You make me want things." He knew that now. 

Pierce made him need. 

"You're going to tell me about the things I make you 

want now, too." Pushing, Pierce pressed his thumb into 
the tip of Quinn's nipple. 

His lips parted, the tiny sting only making him want 

more. 

"Tell me one now." Pierce let his fingernail dig in. 
Heat and ache hit him, deep inside. "Oh. Oh, Pierce. I 

want more. I want this, with you." 

"Sexy slut." 
His cheeks heated and he almost came, the soft words 

arousing him unbearably. 

Pierce gave him a knowing grin and then slicked up 

his fingers. "Gonna get you ready now." 

"I'm pretty stretched already." 
"There needs to be lube. I won't hurt you, Quinny." 
He nodded and leaned down, kissed his lover 

happily. "I know. I wasn't asking you not to. Just saying 
that your hand was in me." 

Pierce laughed, the sound a bit stunned. "It was, 

wasn't it?" 

"Uh-huh." He rested their cheeks together. That had 

been all Pierce. He'd never asked for it, never thought to. 

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Pierce nuzzled against him, two fingers rubbing at his 

hole and then slipping in. Quinn moaned, his hole so 
sensitive, so tender. 

"Good?" Pierce asked, continuing to stroke. 
"Yes..." He rested his head on Pierce's shoulder, 

letting his back curl. 

Pierce's free hand slid up along his spine, and then 

Pierce pushed those two fingers into his body. 

"Pierce." His lips parted, his cock starting to ache. 
"God, you're still so hot and tight inside." 
"I can feel you." 
"I certainly hope so." Pierce's fingers wriggled and 

scissored. 

He panted, tongue flicking out to taste Piece's skin. 

That had Pierce groaning, and more cool lube was 
pushed into his ass. He rocked lazily, barely moving, 
encouraging Pierce's touch. 

"Me now -- I can't wait anymore." Pierce's fingers 

slid away. 

"You. You." 
"Gimme a second..." Pierce helped him, guided his 

hips back, and then the tip of his lover's hot, hard cock 
pressed against him. 

His hands reached back, sliding on Pierce's thighs. 
"Mmm. Come on down, Quinny. Let me fill you." 
"Yes, love." He moved steadily but slowly, easing 

himself down, the burn perfect and right. 

"Oh, fuck, Quinn. Tight. So fucking tight. Still." 
"Yes. Take me. I'm yours." All of him. 
He thought he'd be able to drive this need out of him, 

and had found it only got bigger. 

"Mine. Yes." Pierce thrust up into him, cock pushing 

deep. 

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Head falling back with pleasure, Quinn arched, bow-

string taut. Pierce ran a hand along his pecs, down along 
his spine. He needed, wanted, loved. 

"Now ride me. Come on." 
His abs tightened and he sat up, beginning to move, 

to rise up on his knees until Pierce almost escaped him, 
then sink down. 

"Oh, fuck. Yes." Pierce's hands wrapped around his 

hips, holding on tight. 

He did it again, holding himself with only the tip of 

Pierce's cock inside. 

"Quinn!" Pierce's eyes were wide, his nostrils flaring. 
Quinn rocked, teasing. Daring. 
"Fuck. Tease." 
"Hmm?" He went for innocent. 
Pierce chuckled, the sound husky, needy. Quinn 

rocked his hips, nice and slow, massaging the tip of 
Pierce's cock. 

"Quinny. Fuck. Fuck." Pierce was practically 

incoherent. 

"Yes. Yes." He kept moving, rocking sweet and slow. 
Pierce panted and gasped, hands opening and closing 

on Quinn's waist. He tried bouncing, taking Pierce in a 
tiny bit deeper. 

Groaning, Pierce thrust up, surprising him as that 

thick cock slid in hard. 

"Pierce! Yes!" He bucked, cried out in pure joy. 
"Yes." Pierce nodded, hips moving, jerkily at first, 

but then finding a rhythm, the hot cock pushing into 
him. 

Pierce fucked him like he was necessary, like Pierce 

needed nothing but him. He could see it in his lover's 
eyes as well, that same need shining up at him. 

"Love you." The words didn't have any sound behind 

them. 

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"You, too." Pierce was barely coherent now, the 

emotion right there in his face. 

"Yeah. Harder. Please." `Make him feel. 
Pierce's hands wrapped around his hips, his lover 

pulling him down into each thrust. He screamed with 
pure overload, pure joy. Then Pierce's hand wrapped 
around his cock, started pulling. 

"Yes!" He bucked, riding harder, faster. 
"Show me. Come for me." 
He nodded, balls drawing tight as Pierce's words sent 

him over the edge. 

"Yes!" Pierce cried out beneath him, and heat filled 

him deep inside. Those strong, loving arms dragged him 
close. Pierce pressed kisses over his face. "Damn, 
Quinny." 

"Uh-huh." His breath caught in his chest. 
"Yeah." Pierce's hand patted his back, his lover 

beginning to soften inside him. 

"Hold me for a little while?" 
"No. I'll hold you forever." 
"Okay." It was a deal. 

*** 

When Pierce woke the next morning, he ordered their 

breakfast to be delivered to their room. He had an idea 
or two and he wanted to try them out right away. He 
wanted to see if this whole submission thing was more 
than just the doctor fetish. It seemed important to know. 

When the knock came, he nudged Quinn. "You need 

to answer the door." 

"Hmm. 'Kay. Hold up." Quinn stumbled around, 

looking for a robe. 

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The knock at the door came again, a little louder this 

time. "Don't make them wait, Quinn, or I'll have to 
punish you." 

"What?" Quinn spun around, eyes wide, so hot. 
"You heard me." God, that was something else, the 

way just the words got right to the core of Quinn's need. 

"I have to find a robe." 
"You could answer the door as you are. But you can 

find a robe if you insist. You have ten seconds." 

"Ten seconds!" 
"Nine... eight..." 
"Fuck!" Quinn scrambled, and Pierce knew he 

wouldn't make it. Pierce was quite looking forward to 
that, honestly. 

He kept counting. "Seven, six. five, four, three, two, 

one. Zero." He made a buzzer sound. "Oops, you lose." 

"Stop it!" Quinn wrapped a towel around himself, 

cracked the door. "Sorry. Come in." 

Pierce just grinned, thinking about what exactly he 

would do as punishment. Quinn got the food in, thanked 
the man, ushered him out, and then disappeared into the 
bathroom. 

"I want you to serve me naked." Quinn wasn't getting 

dressed today. 

The water started running, Quinn mumbling 

something. 

"Make it snappy, Quinny. I'm hungry." 
"Then grab a bite. I need a second." 
"No, you're serving me this morning." 
Quinn was, at best, a confused man upon first 

waking. At his worst, he was grumpy and strident. 

"Serving you what?" 
"Breakfast!" The urge to call Quinn boy was huge. 

Enormous. 

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Quinn peered out the bathroom door. "You don't have 

to yell..." 

"But you need to get with it. You've already got a 

punishment coming from making the room service 
server wait." He was enjoying this far more than he ever 
thought he would. 

"I am. Give me a second to wake up." 
"Maybe you need to get up earlier, so you're awake 

when I need you." 

He got a completely confused look. 
"Are you my boy or not?" 
Those lips parted and Quinn's cock started to fill, pale 

and thick against the dark curls. "I. Yes." 

"Then I want my breakfast. And I want you to serve 

it to me. Now." 

"I... Okay." Quinn went to the table, poured him a 

cup of coffee, brought it to him. 

He took the cup from Quinn, making sure his fingers 

stroked along his lover's. "Thank you." 

Quinn's tension eased, his lover's expression 

softening. "You're welcome. Good morning." 

"Good morning, Quinny." He stretched, reclining on 

the bed as he took a sip of his brew. 

Quinn handed him a plate of food -- cheese omelet 

and fruit -- before going to pour another cup of black 
coffee. He took the plate and waited for Quinn to finish 
pouring his coffee. "I want you to actually feed me this 
morning." 

Quinn looked at him, eyes curious but present, 

awake, aroused. "Can I sit on your lap?" 

Oh, that was a lovely idea. "Yes, that will work." 
Quinn came to him, cuddled into his lap, pretty ass 

on his thighs as Quinn cut a bite of omelet off. "Open 
up." 

"Mmm." He opened his mouth like a little bird. 

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He'd worried it might be awkward or strange, but 

with the feeling of Quinn's hot ass on his thighs and the 
light of arousal in Quinn's eyes, awkward was the last 
thing he was feeling. Quinn slipped the food into his 
lips, free hand stroking over his chest. 

He chewed slowly, enjoying the flavors, enjoying the 

feeding. Quinn offered him bites of fruit, staying close, 
periodically stopping to suck down the coffee. 

"Have some yourself, too. You need your energy." 

After all, he had plans. And a punishment to administer. 

Quinn nibbled on pineapple, toast, bacon. He grabbed 

the next piece of pineapple that Quinn picked up, 
snapping it up with his lips. 

Quinn laughed at him. "Hey! That was mine!" 
He grinned at his lover and swallowed the fruit down. 

"No, I'm pretty sure it was mine." 

"No way." Quinn tickled him, or tried to. 
He wrapped his fingers around Quinn's wrists, 

stopped it. He met Quinn's eyes. "Not today. Today 
you're my boy and you're serving me and what I say 
goes." 

He felt Quinn's cock jerk against his belly. Someone 

liked that. Quinny wasn't the only one, either. It was hot. 

"You need more coffee?" 
"Just a little, yes." 
Quinn reached, belly taut and lovely as he poured 

another half cup. 

Pierce waited until the pouring was done but Quinn 

hadn't yet picked up the cup before sliding his fingers 
along Quinn's stomach. Quinn rippled, arched under his 
touch. 

"So sensual." 
"You have amazing hands." 
"I hope so." They were his livelihood. 
Quinn chuckled, but nodded. "It's the truth." 

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He wrapped his fingers around Quinn's chin and 

pulled him in for a long kiss. His boy. The thought made 
him moan, even as the idea that Quinn had been hiding 
this from him made him growl. 

He sat back and narrowed his eyes. "Now you're 

going to clear up, leave the tray outside the door, and get 
me some rope." 

"Rope? Where am I supposed to find rope?" 
"Are you kidding me? I bet there are drawers full of it 

in the other cottage." 

"It's not like I got to explore the other place!" 
He chuckled. "But you know what it was there for. 

Go on. Find me some rope. I'm going to tie you to the 
bed." 

"I'll see what I can find. Let me find some pants." 

Quinn got up, started putting the tray outside. 

"Make it snappy, Quinn." 
"Is the cabin thing locked?" 
"I hope for your sake it isn't." 
Quinn pulled on some pants, eyes rolling. "Grumpy 

pants. I'll be back." 

"Not grumpy pants -- dominant pants." 
Quinn looked at him, eyes twinkling. "What happens 

if I don't find rope?" 

"Then we'll have to make a call to management. I'm 

sure they'll be able to find some for us. Of course, if we 
do that, I might have to get them to bring a paddle with 
them, too." 

Quinn stared at him. "I'll be back." 
It took about twenty minutes before Quinn was back, 

carrying a little duffle. "There's all sorts of shit in there." 

"My, my. What have you brought for me?" 
"I... I just grabbed the whole shelf. There was a maid 

in there. It wigged me out." The bag was handed over, 
shoved at him. 

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Pierce handed it back. "Take out the rope and one 

other thing." 

Quinn sat on the end of the bed. "I don't even know 

what's in there." The bag was unzipped and Quinn 
started digging. 

Pierce watched, curious beyond belief over what 

Quinn would choose. Soft white ropes were taken out, 
and then he could hear metal jingling. 

"These are perfect," Pierce murmured, taking up the 

ropes. 

"Thank you." Quinn reached out for him, hand 

leaving the bag. 

He took Quinn's hand. "And what else?" 
"I..." Quinn just pushed his hand in, coming out with 

a medium-sized sound with a nice, large tip on the end. 
He frowned at it. "I don't even know what this is. I'll 
grab something else." 

"No. That's a sound. It goes in your cock, but that one 

is way too big to start out with. We'll go through some 
web pages when we get home and explore everything 
together." He smiled. "For today, we can use my hand." 

Quinn nodded, trusting him immediately, 

instinctively. "I like the sound of that." 

"The sound of it, eh?" He couldn't help but tease. 
Quinn took it seriously, though. "Yes. Together. I 

like that." 

He nodded and drew Quinn close, taking his lover's 

mouth. Their bodies pressed together, Quinn bowing 
underneath him. He could feel the heat of Quinn's cock, 
knew his own was filling to match it. This was... it was 
wow. His fingers brushed over Quinn's ass, the flesh 
covered with gauzy pants, hidden from him. He pressed 
against it, the flimsy material not enough to keep the 
heat from him. 

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Quinn arched closer and he wanted to see it, to heat it 

again. To slap the pale flesh again. He tugged, pulling 
Quinn's pants down, fingers rubbing along Quinn's ass 
as he tugged. 

"Hungry." 
He nodded at Quinn's word. He was. He took Quinn's 

mouth again, squeezing the lovely, bare ass. Then he 
drew Quinn onto the bed. "Punishment first. A 
spanking." 

"What for? I did what you asked..." Like Quinn 

wasn't panting for it. 

"I gave you a ten-second countdown and you were 

late." He climbed onto the bed and sat against the 
headboard before patting his legs. "Lie over my lap." 

Quinn stared at him, cock filling, eyes wide. 
"Get moving, boy." 
Quinn took a step forward, then another. Pierce 

rubbed his thighs, watching Quinn come closer. "Is it 
going to hurt?" 

"I'm going to hit you with my hand, Quinn. It's going 

to hurt. But it's going to be a good hurt." 

Quinn nodded, managing to push right into his arms. 
He wrapped them around his lover and kissed Quinn 

hard. "I love you, Quinny." 

"Love you." That made Quinn relax, the lean body 

draped over his lap. "Not too hard." 

"Hey, who's in charge here?" 
Quinn chuckled, but the grip on the sheets and the 

hardness against his leg belied how casual Quinn was 
feeling. 

"I'm starting now." He let his hand fall from a couple 

feet up and land on Quinn's ass, no force behind the 
move. 

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Quinn moaned, but the sound was happy, he thought. 

He dropped his hand again, this smack a little more 
solid; he could feel it in his palm. 

"I need you." Quinn rocked a little, side to side. 
"I know." He smacked Quinn again, this time actually 

bringing his hand down instead of just letting it drop. 

Quinn jerked and scrambled forward. "Ow!" 
"Get back here!" He tugged Quinn back into his lap. 
Quinn wasn't lying on him now, was crouching over 

him. 

"I want to feel your cock against my legs." He used 

his arm and elbow to encourage Quinn back down, 
making sure the lean thighs were spread. He could feel 
the heat of Quinn's cock on his thighs, could feel it 
leaking. "Good boy." 

The words made Quinn gasp and jerk. Groaning, he 

started smacking Quinn some more. Quinn tried to get 
away once and he held on, began murmuring to his lover 
about what a beautiful boy he was, about how hot and 
fine Quinny was. 

He meant every word of it, too. The more he spanked 

his lover, the hotter it made them both, and it was all 
because of Quinn. 

"Please. Please, love. Pierce. Sir." 
He didn't know if Quinn was begging him to stop or 

asking for more. 

He smacked the reddening ass again, then pushed his 

thumb into Quinn's hole, listening to the soft cry. His 
cock jerked and he pushed his thumb deeper, loving the 
way Quinn's body pulled at him. He let his free hand 
find Quinn's ball sac, tugging almost hard enough to 
hurt. 

"You like that, boy?" He tugged again, almost 

twisting. 

"I. I. Oh, fuck." 

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He swatted Quinn harder. "That wasn't an answer." 

He let go of Quinn's balls and set a series of short spanks 
on Quinn's upper thighs. The color was lovely. 

Quinn tried to jerk away again, cock leaving wet 

kisses on his thigh. "Stop it!" 

"That's not how this works." He gave Quinn a few 

more slaps, his free hand now holding Quinn down. 

"Stop. Fuck. You're making me crazy." 
"That's the point." He stopped hitting and started 

rubbing instead, fingers dragging over Quinn's reddened 
skin. 

Quinn began to slowly rock against his thighs, 

jacking off on him. 

Good, but he had an idea of how to make it better. He 

shifted them both until, oh yeah, right there; Quinn's 
cock pushed against his now, each movement good for 
both of them. He kept rubbing, giving the dark pink 
flesh the occasional slap. 

"So hot." The words were soft, shaky. 
"Uh-huh." He was feeling rather breathless himself, 

and the way Quinn was wriggling against him, he was 
going to come pretty soon, too. 

"Need you." His sweet lover was moving more 

steadily now. 

"You're doing great, Quinn. Just keep doing that." 

That was his voice -- all husky and needy, praising his 
lover, his boy. 

"Yes, love." Quinn did, too, kept rocking, moving 

against him. 

He started softly slapping Quinn's gorgeous ass, not 

hitting him hard at all, more letting Quinn's backward 
thrusts push them into his hand. 

"Gonna come soon." Quinn's motions got faster. 
"Okay." He was close, too. He pushed his thumb 

back into Quinn's ass. 

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"Pierce!" Heat splashed over his thighs, over his cock 

and balls. 

Yes! He'd made Quinn come from spanking. He 

rubbed up, his own cock sliding against Quinn until he 
came, too, adding more spunk between their bodies. 
Panting, he collapsed back against the headboard, his 
hand idly patting Quinn's ass. Hot and red, the flesh was 
taut under his hand. 

"God, you're a sexy boy." 
Quinn moaned, breath hitching a little. 
He bent to pressed a kiss to Quinn's shoulder. "Love 

you. Love you so much." 

"Thank God." 
He closed his eyes and patted Quinn's ass again, 

loving the heat there. 

"What happens now?" Quinn asked, the words 

sounding tentative. 

"We've got three more days in paradise, I say we 

enjoy it. Play. Explore this whole thing. I mean," Pierce 
chuckled. "It obviously turns us both on, huh?" 

He loved the husky, warm laugh that answered him. 

"Yeah." 

"Yeah." He smiled and closed his eyes. He was 

looking forward to it. He was looking forward to a lot of 
things, really. "Next time you're nervous about telling 
me something -- remember how well this time went." 

"I promise. Next time I'm lonely, though, I'm coming 

to you." 

He swatted Quinn's ass again. "That's what I meant, 

doofus." 

"No more hitting!" Quinn shifted on his legs. 
He chuckled. "I don't know, Quinny, it's pretty hot." 
"No more." Quinn twisted, landing in his lap again. 
"That's my decision, boy. Not yours." Not unless 

Quinn used his safe word. 

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Those eyes flashed up at him, the heat there again, 

immediately. Perfectly. 

"That's right. You're my boy. That makes me in 

charge." 

Quinn's white teeth sank into that full bottom lip. 

"Yes, Sir." 

His cock twitched at the words. He reached up, took 

one pink nipple between two fingers and pinched it, 
tugged it, watching the heat, the amazing wonder in 
Quinn's eyes. It was like not getting what you'd asked 
for at Christmas, but finding out that the toy you did get 
was better than anything you could have dreamed of 
asking for. 

He couldn't wait to take his boy home and play. 

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Chapter Fourteen 

"Tell me I'm brilliant, Wheels." 
"Fuck you, Damien. I cannot believe you didn't tell 

the doctor who the sub was. That could have cost us a 
fortune!" 

Yup. James was still so hot when he was pissed off. 

Damien grinned, leaned back against the door frame. 
"And then there's body mod boy led out to the plane in a 
collar? Whoa hotness." 

"You are such a sleazy perv," Guard accused as he 

walked in, nearly blinding everyone within a mile of the 
place. Damien didn't know where Guard managed to 
find all the crazy shirts, but he needed to find out and 
pay the place a visit, put them out of fucking business. It 
would do the world a favor. Today's shirt was fucking 
bright blue and green on even brighter red, and the 
shorts matched. It was a fucking crime to dress that 
body in those clothes. 

"He's a menace. We're lucky we didn't get sued." 
He chuckled. "I met them both. I knew I was right. I 

was so right." 

"J's right -- we were lucky." Guard pursed his lips 

before adding, "That you were right." 

He pumped his fist in the air, grinned. "I knew. I 

knew, damn it." 

Guard gave him a look from beneath his lashes. The 

man wanted, he could read it in the way Guard held his 
body, looked at him. "Don't be obnoxious." 

"Your shirt is obnoxious. I'm brilliant. Wheels, tell 

him." 

James flipped him off. "Go to hell, Dame. Don't you 

have work to do?" 

"Always." 

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"What have you guys got against my shirt?" Guard 

frowned and looked down at himself. "It even matches 
my shorts." 

"You two go on. I have work to do." 
Damien looked over at James. "No. No, that's not 

how this works. We have a beer now, and look at 
applicants." This was his favorite part. 

"And then a celebratory boff." Guard said it like it 

was going to happen. 

It almost had, too, the other night. Before all the bells 

and whistles. Guard kept it up, and one of these times 
James would be overwhelmed by Guard's sheer 
stubbornness. 

"I'm so in." 
James rolled his eyes, stared over. Guard didn't look 

away, just looked. Finally James nodded. Once. "Beer." 

"As long as the last guest has left -- the whole island 

is dry while we've got anyone not staff on the island." 
God, Guard could be such a stickler for the fucking 
rules. 

"I'll see you two tonight. I'll have new dossiers for 

you." James looked at the door, pointedly. 

Guard's eyes narrowed. "There'll be beer? And 

dinner? And talking about more than just our next 
clients?" 

"There'll be beer and dinner." 
"And talking about more than just our next clients. 

Deal. We'll get out of your hair for a couple hours. I've 
already spoken to Carmen about dinner." Guard bent 
and kissed James on the corner of his mouth. 

James blinked at Guard and Damien went over, 

rubbed their noses together. "You're going to have to 
give in eventually." 

"Fuck you, Dame." 
"Maybe later. It's Guard's turn." 

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He followed Guard out, whistling under his breath, 

ignoring the constant voice that followed him, 
reminding them that this -- that James -- was his fault. 

"He'll come around," Guard said as they headed 

toward Guard's cottage. 

"You always say that." He wanted it to be true. 
"We almost had him the other night, before the 

alarms went off. He'll come around." Guard unlocked 
his door and motioned him in. 

Guard's place was warm, flooded with sun, lovely. A 

total contrast to James' cottage. 

"You want a glass of water or anything?" It was cute, 

the way Guard was playing host. 

"No. I want you to treat me like you're dying to get 

into my pants." 

Guard blinked for a moment and then grinned. The 

eyes that met his were hot, all Guard's pent-up need 
right fucking there. 

The next second, he was pushed up against the wall, 

Guard's mouth landing on his. He wrapped one leg 
around Guard, dragging them together as he tongue-
fucked those beautiful lips. Guard fed him this noise. It 
wasn't a whimper or a groan, but it spoke of a deep need 
left too long. 

The strong body pushed him harder against the wall. 

Fuck, yeah. He got one hand between them, pushing at 
Guard's cock. 

"Dame." No one could say his name like that, like he 

was exactly what Guard needed. 

"You want my mouth? My ass? My hand?" He was 

easy. Notoriously easy. 

"Fuck, yes. Mouth first." 
Fucking A. He slid down the wall, dragging Guard's 

shorts down on the way. Guard's skin was tanned 
beneath the horror show shorts -- no tan lines, not one. 

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How the fuck did James not jump this on a regular 
basis? 

"Fuck my mouth, stud. Missed you." He opened up, 

dropped his mouth over Guard's fat, thick prick. 

"Fuck!" Guard's hands grabbed hold of his head, his 

lover's hips beginning to move, driving the hot cock 
between his lips, deep into his throat. 

Hell, yes. He sucked hard, forcing Guard to take him, 

push deeper, slam into him. 

"Damien! Fuck!" Guard made a lot of noise, shouting 

and calling out, grunting as he thrust over and over 
again. 

He wrapped his fingers around Guard's balls, 

stroking, twisting, tugging. The shout was loud, and 
spunk poured down his throat, Guard giving it up to 
him. He chuckled even as he swallowed. Damn, but 
Guard was needing. 

"Fuck, yes. You keep me up -- I'm going to make 

sure your ass doesn't soon forget we're here on the 
island, waiting on you." 

Like he could forget. Ever. He kept his head moving, 

kept sucking while he slowly jacked himself off. 

Guard pulled out of his mouth and slapped at his arm. 

"You come around my cock or not at all." 

"Bastard." He grabbed Guard's legs, tried to get him 

closer. 

Guard had more success grabbing his arm and 

hauling him up onto his feet. The man stepped out of the 
godawful shorts and started down the hallway to where 
Damien knew full well the bedroom was. "Bed. Where I 
can do you right." 

"Pushy blond. Who says I'm going to let you in?" He 

almost managed not to crack a smile. 

Guard just snorted. "Right. You want it as badly as I 

do." 

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Guard's bedroom was clean and neat, everything 

done in black and grey and white. It was funny, really, 
how someone with such dreadful taste in clothes could 
manage such good, solid masculine decorating. 

"Who did your decorating again? I know James' was 

done by the crazy geek school of design." 

"I told J what I wanted, he made it happen. He's good 

like that." 

They stopped by the bed, Guard wasting no time in 

pulling at his clothing. His cock popped out, slapped his 
belly, hard enough to sting a little bit. Guard was 
looking hard, watching as he bared Damien's body, 
tongue sliding on his lower lip. "God, Damien, you need 
to come home more often." Damien could hear the 
hunger, the sheer need in Guard's voice. 

"You know I can't." 
James hated him. Blamed him. 
"I don't know anything of the kind!" Guard grabbed 

his arms and pulled him in for a hard kiss. "All I know is 
that I'm in fucking love with two of the most stubborn 
idiots on the face of the earth." 

"Good. Fuck me. Let me feel it." 
"Horn dog." Guard accused, but it was Guard who 

pushed him down onto the bed, climbing up with him 
after shucking the Hawaiian shirt. 

"Yes." He dug his fingers into Guard's hair, dragged 

their mouths together. 

"You still clean?" Guard asked when their mouths 

parted. 

He knew what Guard was asking -- had he slept with 

anyone while he was off the island. They were clean, all 
three of them were, and James made sure they were 
tested once a year, so if he'd been celibate, he'd still be 
clean just like he'd been at his last test. 

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"I told you before; I know what I lost, what I did." He 

wouldn't cheat on them, even if it meant only getting 
fucked once a year when Guard had time. 

"Stop blaming yourself, Damien." Guard glared down 

at him, body holding his in place. 

"Yeah, you tell me how that works, asshole." 
"Shut the fuck up." Guard's lips covered his again, 

this kiss hard, almost harsh as their teeth clicked, 
Guard's tongue invading his mouth. 

He could taste blood and he didn't care whose it was. 

It was hot, either way. 

"Want you so fucking badly." Guard growled out the 

words, eyes hot, burning. 

"Then take me." He'd been fucking empty for so 

fucking long. 

Guard leaned up over him, body pressing him hard 

into the mattress while Guard fumbled with something. 
Moving back, Guard pushed his legs open. He spread, 
hips rocking up, begging for it. 

"Hot." Guard's fingers pushed into his hole, slick 

with lube. "Fuck. Tight. Dame..." 

Fuck. Fuck, it'd been a while. He panted through the 

stretch, the burn. Guard worked his fingers in and then 
back out, repeating the movements over and over until 
Damien wanted to scream from it. 

"More." He needed it. 
A third finger joined the two working him loose, 

Guard stretching and pushing now, fingers twisting and 
brushing across his gland. 

"Jesus fucking Christ. Guard. Guard. Fuck." He was 

going to lose his shit. 

"So tight. Fuck. Dame." Guard's fingers pulled out, 

the blunt cockhead pressing against him, but not into 
him. "Ready?" 

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Not a chance. This was going to burn so good. He 

nodded. 

Guard started pushing in, eyes dropping closed as a 

low, tortured grown came out of the man. "Oh, fuck. Oh, 
fuck, Damien." 

Oh, fuck. Yes. Love. So bad. 
The thick cock inside him kept pushing deeper and 

deeper until he could feel Guard's balls pressed against 
his ass. 

Guard's eyes met his. "Damien." 
He moaned and nodded, not trusting himself to 

speak. Guard bent to kiss him, cock pushing even 
deeper, pressing hard against his gland. He poured all he 
could into the kiss -- love, need, regret. Everything. 

When they broke apart, Guard started to pound into 

him, long, strong thrusts. Somebody needed. Bad. 
Fucking shit, it was good. 

Guard moaned, the sound drawn out. "Could do this 

for fucking days." 

"Okay. You got a deal." James could wait for him to 

get back to work. 

"Yeah." Guard just kept pounding, filling him up 

over and over like there really was nothing else the man 
wanted to do. 

His asshole felt stretched, his body full, and fuck, but 

his cock ached. Like Guard could read it in his eyes, the 
man's hand suddenly gathered his prick up, squeezing 
the tip, making drops slide out to pool on his belly. 

"Fuck yes, more." 
"Yeah, I'll give you more." Guard shifted slightly, the 

thrusts becoming long and slow, the hand around his 
prick moving them, sliding along his flesh. 

His eyelids got heavy, the bed springs creaking as 

they moved. 

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"Look at me," growled Guard. "Wanna see your face 

when you come." 

"'M right here. I know who's in me." 
Their eyes met. Guard held his gaze, hand tightening, 

everything speeding up. Fuck, he loved this man. Loved 
him. 

"Come on," growled Guard. "Need to feel you come 

around me." 

He nodded, once, then he squeezed Guard's cock 

hard. 

"Fuck!" Guard's thumb pushed into his slit as that fat 

prick hit his gland, hard. 

Come shot from him, his balls hurting, he shot so 

hard. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Dame! Love!" Guard thrust in two 

more times, and then heat filled him. 

Love. He held that word to his heart. 
Guard collapsed down onto him, still buried deep 

inside him. He wrapped his arms around Guard, holding 
on tight. 

"Not letting go," Guard whispered. 
"Promise?" 
"I swear it." Guard put a sucking kiss on his neck. 

"I'm not letting go of either of you." 

"Thank you." He was sorry. Still. He thought he 

always would be. 

"Shh. It's going to be okay." He was pretty sure 

Guard believed it. 

Damien nodded. For now, he'd play along, at least 

until he brought the next set of clients in. Guard took a 
deep breath and seemed to let it go, body growing 
heavier as the man began to fall asleep. 

He kissed Guard's temple, holding on for a moment 

longer before sliding away. It was time to go. 

He had work to do. 

Three Wishes - 197 

Chapter Fifteen 

Guard headed for James' condo, trying to get his 

growls under control. Damien, the fucking asshole, had 
disappeared while he'd been napping. 

Oh, he'd left a note. "G. Email details. Hate 

goodbyes. Miss you. Still sorry. D." Bastard. 

Guard shook his head. One of these days his 

dysfunctional family would be whole again. He rapped 
on James' door. 

"Who is it?" 
"Who do you think, J? Let me in." Open all the 

fucking locks, quit hiding from us, from me. 

"Are you alone?" 
He was going to beat the son of a bitch. 
"No, I have a troop of Girl Scouts with me, they want 

to sell you cases of Thin Mints." 

"I love those." The words were so soft he almost 

missed them. 

Guard made a mental note to send an email to 

Damien. If the man couldn't get them a couple of cases 
of Thin Mints, then he didn't deserve his job. "Let me in 
already." 

The door unlocked, James rolling backward. 

"Damien left." 

"Yeah, I know. Asshole." He followed James in, 

closing the door behind him. 

"He's got his assignments. He'll call when I cut his 

credit cards off." 

It made him want to growl, the way Damien ran 

away, the way James let him. "Is dinner here yet?" 

"Yes. Beer, too. Come on." James headed for the 

table, the plates of fish and rice and vegetables lovely. 

Guard moved the chair from across from James to 

right beside him. 

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James looked at him, but didn't say anything, just 

handed him some folders. "Next month's clients." 

He put the folders down on the table. "They can 

wait." 

"What?" God, that look made him ache. 
"Let's just have dinner and share a beer or two, eh? 

The folders can wait 'til we're done." He didn't figure 
he'd capture that moment again, not so soon. But there 
were other moments. 

"I. Okay. Okay, sure. The kitchen promised apple 

crisp if I ate fish." 

"Oh, they've got your number." He reached over and 

grabbed the plate of fish, dishing a portion of it onto J's 
plate. 

"They know me." James almost -- almost -- smiled at 

him. 

"Yeah." He added rice and vegetables to James' plate 

and then put a fork into the fish and held it up. "Have a 
bite." 

James reached up to take the fork. 
He pulled it back. "No. I'm feeding you." 
"What? Why?" 
"Because it's sexy, it's intimate. Because I want to." 
"We aren't lovers anymore." Still, James' lips opened 

for the bite. 

He tried not to let the words cut him, tried focusing 

on the fact that J was letting him feed the man. "We 
could be again," he said softly. 

James looked at him, eyes vulnerable, sad, 

devastated, but only for a second. "No. We can't. Eat 
your fish." 

He held onto that second, that bit of truth. "I'll eat 

mine if you'll eat yours." He handed over James' fork 
and grabbed his own. 

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"We have some good clients coming. Some are 

unknown." James started eating, nibbling at the fish. 

"Tell me after dinner, J. This is just you and me, 

sharing a meal. How's the fish?" 

"Good, and I don't love fish." 
"I know, which means it must be really good." He 

had a bite himself, humming happily at the flavor. "It is 
good." 

"It is." James ate a few more bites. "Damien didn't 

stop back by. I sent his files via email." 

Guard sighed and turned his neck from side to side. 

"He's still blaming himself. I think a part of him hopes 
we'll stop wanting him to come home." He just wanted 
things to go back to normal, or what passed for normal 
for them. 

James didn't answer that. 
He looked at James, met his eyes. "I love you, J. We 

both do." 

"I know. Eat your rice." 
"I'd rather eat you." He hadn't meant to say the words 

out loud, but they'd just kind of slipped out. 

James looked at him -- stared, eyes wide -- then they 

both started laughing, hard. 

They ate the rest of their meal easily enough, 

grinning and talking about nothing in particular. It felt 
good. It gave him hope. One day, he'd have his family 
back together. 

He finished his beer and reached across the table for 

the domed tray that, he figured, contained dessert. "You 
think it's still hot?" 

"It should be, yes." 
James loved apple desserts, crisps, pies, cakes -- it 

was bizarre. He pulled off the dome, just barely keeping 
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- rich and warm with the apple filling thick along the 
sides. 

"Let me feed this to you," he said softly. His fork 

sank into the crisp and the apples, and when he pulled it 
away, steam rose up. 

"This is a terrible idea." 
"No, it's a good idea -- you love apple crisp." Just let 

me feed you, babe, he thought, trying to laser the 
thought right into James' brain. He held the fork to 
James' lips and, to his surprise, his lover's lips opened. 

He licked his own lips as James took the bite in. 

"Good?" he asked softly, mesmerized. 

"Yes. Another bite?" 
He was so hard he ached. "Absolutely." He glanced 

away long enough to make sure he got crisp and apple 
on the fork, and then looked back at James, offered the 
forkful over. 

"Thank you." James' lips were soft, open, decadent. 

God, it was pure sex. 

When a bit of apple smeared across the side of James' 

lips, he risked leaning forward to lick it away. The taste 
of apple and cinnamon exploded on his tongue, but even 
better than that was the flavor of James himself. 

"Guard." That soft, breathed-out sound brushed his 

lips. 

"Right here." He met James' eyes, licked the corner 

of James' mouth again. 

"Don't kiss me." 
"I didn't. You had a smear of apple..." He looked into 

James' eyes again. "Why not? I want to." 

"I know, but you can't. We're not lovers anymore." 

James was right there, watching him. 

"We could be. I want to be." So fucking badly, he felt 

the ache of it with him all the time. 

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James reached up, touched his lips. "I can't. Wanting 

won't fix that." 

"Why not? Give me one good reason." 
"I'm broken." 
"Bullshit. Your legs don't work so well, that doesn't 

mean we can't adapt." He wasn't going to give up. 

James shook his head. "I can't. I can't adapt 

anymore." 

"I don't believe that. You're here. You're alive. You 

have two men who love you." 

James rolled back, out of his reach. "Love doesn't fix 

everything." 

Guard sighed. "No, but it means I'll stick around until 

something does." He put the fork down and nodded 
toward the folders. "All right, let's go over our next set 
of clients." 

"Three of them -- one is straightforward. Kidnap 

fantasy. The other two are more complex. We need to 
find a good Dom for the first, though." 

"Are we kidnapping from home or not until he hits 

the island?" It was fascinating the way every client 
brought a new set of challenges. 

"He wanted from home, but legal says no way. He'll 

come here." 

"Yeah? So we'll set him up in a cottage and he'll be 

kidnapped from there? So he wants the whole non-con 
thing?" 

James nodded. It was fairly typical for them -- decent 

money and the Doms loved the job. They specialized in 
the impossible fantasies. 

"Anything unusual about the job?" 
James smiled at him. "Isn't there always?" 

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