This series will be a continuation of TAMED. I recommend reading that story first, but I think you'll find this one stands on its own.
We pick up the story of Rob, Tyler, and Jason 6 months after their lives collided in a life-changing power struggle. What begins as a peaceful relationship between the three quickly descends into something dark and unsettling. Will their bond be strong enough to overcome?
Rob woke suddenly to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth inhaling his manhood. With a smile he stretched his arms and yawned. Shaking the sleep off and rubbing his eyes, he finally looked down to see Tyler sprawled ass-up between his legs worshiping his growing meat. Rob playfully ran his fingers through the eager boy’s hair and moaned. Glancing up, he watched Jason’s naked form saunter into the bedroom with a fresh cup of coffee. Placing it on the nightstand next to Rob, Jason leaned in and kissed his man passionately on the lips before making his way to the foot of the bed. He slid himself between Tyler’s legs and buried his face in the boy’s ass. This elicited a moan from the horny slut, which in turn caused Rob to shudder from the sensation around his engorged cock. Jason’s own dick began to harden as he lapped at the puckered hole, and Rob bit his lower lip, enjoying the scene and the perfect suctioning on his throbbing rod.
The younger Tyler had taken Jason by surprise and broken him, revealing a side of the former dominant top that could never be undone. Rob, one of Jason’s oldest and closest friends, had long wanted to be the one to tame him. When he realized Tyler was treating the new boy with less respect than he deserved, he stepped in. Tyler’s methods weren’t intentionally cruel. He simply lacked the self-awareness and the true confidence to understand himself or the effect of his actions. Rob recognized the young stud’s own need for training. In many ways, he was a younger, more selfish version of Jason. Both just boys in need of a guiding hand, waiting for their thin, hard, dominant shells to be shattered by the right man. It had been 6 months since Rob claimed Jason and Tyler as his, and the three had fallen into a blissful rhythm. Tyler accepted his true place as submissive boy to Rob, and leaned into his need for a better, more disciplined man on top. Jason learned how loving and loyal a man could be to him. He took to his role like a natural. Both boys made peace with each other and their initial relationship, falling deeply for each other. Though their primary love making was with Rob, they occasionally enjoyed fucking each other as well. Gone were the days of Tyler controlling Jason. Now, the pair saw each other as brothers in a way. Equals, subordinate to Rob, just as it always should have been.
Jason passionately tongued Tyler’s hole, his aching dick reminding him it hadn’t felt the pleasure of being inside the young, muscled ass in almost a week. Though the temptation was there, he didn’t dare reach for it. He knew he’d get the satisfaction he needed when the time was right. For now, preparing Tyler for Rob was his only priority.
Suddenly, Rob hooked his hands under Tyler’s armpits and pulled him onto his lap. Jason watched hungrily as the massive, spit-covered monster slid almost effortlessly inside. Tyler threw his head back and let out a broken whimper as he was stretched open. He clasped his hands together behind Rob’s head and pulled himself down to devour the man’s tongue while his gyrating hips helped his body to swallow the throbbing meat inside him.
Jason quietly watched in awe. His own untouched dick burped out a drop of precum. As Tyler’s bouncing became more frantic, and his moans turned to yelps, Jason’s hips began to hump the empty air without him even realizing it. He climbed fully on the bed and his hands roamed the bodies in front of him. He ground his dick into the mattress like a mindless dog.
Rob watched the boy’s ass rise and fall, clenching with each thrust, while he enjoyed the slick warm hole sliding up and down on his cock. He smiled to himself. He’d curated the perfect life with these two boys. They were loyal, eager to please him, and absolutely beautiful. He began to thrust up inside Tyler as his feelings of gratitude mixed with lust. He wrapped an arm around the boy’s back and rolled them both over so that he was on top. Tyler’s legs were spread wide, and he looked up at his man with desperate puppy dog eyes.
“Fuck me, Daddy!”
Rob smiled down at him and thrust all of himself deep inside. He began to grunt, pounding harder and harder. By now Tyler had learned to take the giant beast at full force. More than that, he’d come to crave it. His own throbbing dick was leaking on his belly now, the ridge of the head rubbing along his abs. Rob’s body occasionally grazed it as he powerfully ground into the inviting hole. The boy’s legs pulled back further and wider. He needed every bit of Rob inside him.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Daddy! Please! Can I cum?!”
Rob smiled down at him. A drop of sweat fell from the tip of his nose and landed on Tyler’s cheek before sliding down the side of the boy’s face and mixing with the wetness of his hair.
“Do it. Cum for me, boy.”
Tyler let forth a wild cry as his dick twitched. Then ropes of cum shot out, covering his neck, chest, and stomach. His body bucked, but Rob held him in place. The man continued his assault on the spasming hole, but the renewed tightness had its effect.
Rob threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling and grunting. His thick cock expanded even more and began to pump its seed deep inside the twitching body beneath him. They were a mixture of moans and sweat, grinding together in their release.
Mesmerized by the show, Jason suddenly felt his balls draw closer and the threat of orgasm approached. It was only then he even realized he’d been mindlessly humping the bed. He froze immediately, not wanting to spill his load without expressed permission. He knew he would be disappointed by the feeling anyway. Nothing came close to the feeling of losing his load the way he’d just witnessed Tyler do it now. Sure, it felt good to fuck the guy on occasion, but even that couldn’t compare to Rob’s monster banging it out of him uncontrollably. His body trembled, on the edge of release. He breathed deeply until the feeling began to subside.
Rob dragged himself out of Tyler, his cock still hard. Rob immediately rose from his position, feeling the wetness of his own excitement smeared across his abdomen. Without a word he dove for the cum-slicked monster, hungrily slurping up every bit of leftovers that coated it.
Tyler lay panting, his hole agape. A trickle of Rob’s seed began to slide out. Then he suddenly felt his ankles being lifted again. He gripped the sheets and moaned as he felt Jason’s tongue begin to lap up every drop of Rob’s load. When there was nothing left to devour, Jason slid up between Tyler’s legs, and they kissed deeply, sharing the nectar they both craved. Their bodies humped together, mixing their own spilled seed.
Rob shook his head and smiled as his breathing began to return to normal. He reached for his coffee and took a sip.
“I must have the two most eager sluts around. You’re both a mess. Just look at you.”
Rob’s voice broke them from their trance and they pulled themselves apart and looked back at him. After a shared knowing glance, all three burst into laughter. Finally, Jason rolled off of Tyler and lay on his back next to the boy. They only had a moment to bask in the afterglow before Rob pulled himself up from the bed. He lumbered off in the direction of the bathroom. Jason scrambled to follow him, but Tyler caught his arm, and then his still half-hard dick.
“Come by the shop later. I’ll take care of you. I know you need it.”
Jason smiled down at him.
“Thanks, bro. I really do.”
Reluctantly pulling himself free of Tyler’s grasp, Jason trotted off to prepare the shower for his man. Tyler took this as his cue to throw a little breakfast together. They’d all need it before the gym. Rob worked their bodies as hard there as he did in the bedroom.
Jason tried to stay focused all day, but his mind kept wandering. He really needed some release, and Tyler’s promise to provide it kept him anxious and excited. He rushed through his day, wrapping things up around 4:00. Jason felt his dick grow half-hard as he texted Tyler on his way to the car. He impatiently fought traffic to get across town as quickly as possible. Finally reaching the shop, he pulled his car into an open space and strolled through the front door.
“Hey, Jason!”
Meghan, the woman at the front desk, was always happy to see him. She wasn’t very sly about looking his body over, and she stole a feel of it any chance she got.
“Hey, Meghan. Is Tyler around?”
Jason wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He was more than ready to get down to business. Meghan wasn’t going to let him go that easily. She jumped up and sprinted around the desk to give him a hug, lingering a bit too long. As they disengaged, her hand slid down and away from Jason’s meaty left pec.
“Can I grab you something to drink? I’ll just bring it to you in the office.”
Despite being annoyed, Jason played it cool. No one at the garage knew he and the boss were lovers. It was a small operation, and Tyler mostly employed guys he went to high school with, like Meghan’s husband Ken. Jason didn’t see the need for Tyler to remain in the closet at a business he owned, but after a few conversations about it he’d accepted it wasn’t his place to change that, so he dropped the subject.
“Oh, no thanks, Meghan. I’m good.”
He forced a polite smile and walked toward Tyler’s office door. Pushing gently, it swung open from its slightly ajar position. Tyler was pouring over some paperwork on his desk, and he looked up at the sound of the creaking hinges. A big smile instantly lit up his face.
“There he is!”
Jason rolled his eyes. Tyler’s unnecessarily deeper “straight voice” always made him cringe. He fiddled with the lock behind his back as he pushed the door closed as casually as possible.
“You ready? I need this, man.”
Tyler feigned confusion.
“Ready for what?”
Jason’s face turned sour, but before he could say anything Tyler let out a devious little chuckle. Then he fell silent as his eyes caught sight of the growing bulge in the man’s pants.
“Come here. You really do need it bad, huh?”
Jason stepped behind the desk and started to undo his belt. Tyler sank from his chair to his knees, grasping the top of Jason’s now open pants. He hesitated and looked up at the horny man.
“Door’s locked?”
Jason impatiently hooked his pants and underwear with his thumb and thrust them down, hauling his stiff manhood out with his other hand. It nearly slapped Tyler’s face as it sprang free.
“Of course! Just get to it!”
With another laugh Tyler craned his neck forward and inhaled the thick meat in front of him, eliciting a low moan from Jason. When they’d first met, Tyler couldn’t have imagined craving the man’s dick the way he did now. Sure, it was always impressive. It was almost as big as his own cock, but Jason’s beautiful muscled ass had been the only thing on his mind back then. But, after being broken and turned into a submissive boy for Rob in front of Jason, things changed. His monster was locked away for two months. His holes were constantly used by both men, and the only access to Jason’s ass he had for a while was slurping Rob’s loads out of it after watching the man so expertly pound it. That alone was humbling. Rob was hung larger than both of them, and the way he fucked was unmatched. Tyler flipped from top to bottom with very little effort. Now, he only topped Jason, and that was never a sexual priority, so it didn’t happen a lot. He found himself preferring to be on the bottom most of the time. He was still a bit shy to admit it, but he’d been thinking about Jason’s magnificent cock all day.
Now, Jason was thrusting deep in Tyler’s throat. He’d clearly been thinking about this too. Looking down at the cocksucker, Jason had a fleeting thought that this is what things were supposed to look like. The day he met Tyler he brought him home to wreck his holes, but that day was the start of his own undoing as a dominant top. The younger, leaner boy had turned him inside out and become a cruel master to him for a few long weeks. It was enough to completely change him. Now that he was free to enjoy Tyler the way he originally thought he would, Jason found himself being much more gentle. He had no desire for revenge. He’d come to crave the way Tyler used and controlled him, for the most part. But he also enjoyed the boy’s eager mouth and tight hole. Of course, it wasn’t as tight as it had been when they met, but Jason was happy that Rob got the honor of stretching it open. He deserved it.
Jason ran his fingers through Tyler’s shaggy blonde hair, not forcing him, but caressing. His moans became louder and his dick began to ooze down the boy’s throat. He removed his shirt and pulled Tyler’s hands up to massage his thick hairy pecs. Now it was the cocksucker’s turn to moan. He loved Jason’s hairy, muscled body. Tyler sucked deeper, with more enthusiasm now.
After a few more minutes Jason couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled Tyler off his dick and up to his feet. Grasping the bottom of Tyler’s thin shirt, he lifted it over the boy’s head and spun him around. With a hand planted on the younger man’s back Jason bent him over his own desk and ripped his pants and underwear down, stepping on them so Tyler could free his legs from the mess of clothes. Jason buried his face in Tyler’s muscled ass and greedily slurped at his hairless hole. Both of them began to moan from excitement, despite their efforts to keep quiet. Tyler pushed his ass back, arching it up for Jason to devour. A tiny part of him still felt embarrassed for turning into such a needy slut for the dick of a man he once owned, but that feeling mixed with a primal hunger and made his big dick throb against his desk. His nipples were erect and rubbing against the cold surface. He gripped the edge with both hands and bit his bottom lip. He wanted to squeal from pleasure, but he dared not alert anyone to what was taking place behind closed doors. The boy found himself rapidly reaching a breaking point, however. The craving building inside him was becoming too much to bear. Finally, he broke.
“Fuck me, Jason. Please! I need it!”
Tyler attempted to contain his pleading to a whisper, but he was too far gone to control himself. Jason clasped his hand over the slut’s mouth as he stood and pressed the slick head of his throbbing dick against the puckered hole. He leaned over the tight body beneath him as he pushed forward and slithered inside. Tyler’s body went rigid, and he whimpered into Jason’s hand.
“Quiet, baby boy. Just take it.”
Jason’s rough whisper into Tyler’s ear made the boy’s skin tingle. He pushed back, trying to consume every bit of the thick rod inside him. Jason knew they didn’t have much time, so he quickly picked up the pace. He could never last long inside Tyler anyway. Maybe it was because his dick didn’t get a lot of attention anymore. Maybe the boy’s hole was just that good. Either way, he’d be unloading soon. Jason continued to cover Tyler’s mouth as he pounded harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together became louder, and so did Tyler’s muffled moans. His own dick was being ground against the desktop, burping out a constant stream of thick juice as Jason’s manhood slammed directly into his prostate. His eyes widened, and his body stiffened. His hole clamped down on Jason, and he squealed into the man’s hand as his balls began to empty themselves.
Between the feeling of Tyler’s throbbing hole around his cock and the knowledge he was fucking the cum out of the boy, Jason quickly found his own climax. He pulled Tyler up to a near standing position, causing the rest of the young man’s ejaculate to spurt across the desk. Jason buried his head in the back of Tyler’s neck.
“You make such a good bottom bitch.”
Jason loved getting a dig in at the boy when he could. It was playful payback for all the ways Tyler had broken him. Immediately after uttering those words he began to pump his load deep inside. Thrusting hard and biting on Tyler’s neck to keep from yelling, his body shook as he unleashed spurt after spurt of thick, pent-up cum into the used hole.
But right in the middle of his orgasm, and the last bits of Tyler’s, the boy suddenly struggled in Jason’s grip and yelped. Deep in the throes of ecstasy, Jason pulled his head back, still pumping Tyler full. What he saw made his heart drop.
Ken stood in the open doorway, staring at them slackjawed, his hand gripping the handle as if he might rip it free. His jet black hair was a bit out of place, and his face and uniform were streaked with grease. The hair exposed in the middle of his chest glistened with sweat, as it quickly rose and fell from the man’s attempt to catch his breath.
“What the fuck?!”
The words cut through the air that had become ripe with sex. Ken was frozen in place, staring at the pair locked together. Jason continued to convulse as the last few jets of cum shot into Tyler. His eyes widened, but he was helpless to stop the situation now. One last shot of juice erupted from Tyler’s untouched dick and sailed over the desk, landing just in front of Ken’s feet in a thick splatter.
Tyler struggled against a convulsing Jason, still buried inside him. Finally prying the hand away from his mouth he breathlessly pleaded.
“No! Ken!... Oh, fuck! I’m sorry!”
His words shattered the cemented state of his friend and employee. Ken spun around, slamming the door closed with a power strong enough to shake the wall it was attached to, leaving the heaving couple alone again.
Jason regained his faculties and yanked himself free from Tyler, causing a flood of cum to pour out onto the ground between them. Wordlessly, they both scrambled for their clothing. Jason was still struggling with his pants when Tyler flung the door open and ran barefoot from the office in a panic. Meghan and a few customers watched him scurry through the lobby on his way to find Ken. She then turned back to see Jason buttoning his pants. She saw the sweat running down his face and the distressed look in his eyes before she noticed the growing wet stain in his crotch. When the puddle on the desk and floor caught her eye, she realized what had just happened. She covered her mouth too slowly to disguise the gasp. Jason looked up from the belt buckle he was fidgeting with and saw her shock and disappointment.
“Meghan! Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
She shook her head and turned away as her eyes filled with tears. She felt a confusing mix of anger and embarrassment. Then she felt Jason’s hand on her shoulder.
“Really, I am so sorry. This is so inappropriate and embarrassing. I know you have so many questions. I want to talk to you. But did you see where Ken went?”
She looked up at him, mouth still covered. Jason could see by the look in her eyes that Meghan was in no state to talk. He gently squeezed her shoulder and let go.
“I’m sorry. I have to find them.”
He sprinted across the room and out the door, leaving the befuddled woman to gather herself and handle the shaken customers. Frantically, he looked around the parking lot, then ran behind the building. That’s where he found Ken leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette with a trembling hand, and Tyler in front of him pleading for forgiveness and understanding. Ken glanced up and locked eyes with Jason. A look of disgust washed over his face.
“You! Get the fuck out of here! I don’t even want to see you!”
Ken gestured wildly at Jason, cigarette in-hand.
“Ken. Let’s just talk about…”
Before Jason could finish his sentence, Tyler cut him off.
“Jason. Just go. I’ll call you later.”
The younger man was flush with rage and embarrassment. He wouldn’t even turn to look at his lover. Jason knew there was nothing he could do but remove himself from the situation for now. He turned, shoulders slumped, and shuffled away. In his car he gripped the steering wheel, attempting to regain composure. He desperately wanted to run back to Tyler and embrace him. He knew the young man was devastated and afraid. Jason felt helpless. He quickly sent a reassuring text to Tyler and pulled out of the parking.
Behind the shop, Tyler was attempting to calm Ken, but he fumbled over his words in utter shame.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry. I can’t believe you saw that. Please don’t hate me.”
Ken remained silent. He continued to smoke as he searched for the words to say. There had been clues about Tyler’s secret life. He was always hanging around other guys, showing too much skin. Ken never heard him speak about a girl. But to see him like that was just mind-blowing. Naked, getting absolutely wrecked by Jason. And his huge dick was just firing off, untouched. The image was burned into his mind, and it was really messing with his psyche. He tried to make sense of his feelings. Why was he so angry with Jason? Tyler was clearly enjoying what the guy was doing to him. He wasn’t sure he’d ever see his friend the same. That, more than anything else, made him angry.
“Why? Why did you have to do that here? Why did I have to find you like that? This is how I find out you’re a faggot?”
Ken stopped breathing as soon as the words left his mouth.
“No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
Tyler’s shame deepened. He was angered by how Ken addressed him, but he felt so small knowing that’s how his friend thought of him now. It was his turn to fall silent. The two men just stood in front of each other, unable to make eye contact.
Ken’s anger began to get the better of him.
“Wait! No, I’m not sorry. I’m out here working for you while you’re in that office getting your pansy ass fucked like some sort of sissy. What the fuck, Ty? Who are you? I thought you were a man!”
Tyler’s throat felt dry. He felt things spiraling out of control. The words were hurtful, and combined with his embarrassment, they crushed him.
“I’m sorry, Ken. But don’t talk to me like that… Please.”
Tyler had completely lost his grip on the situation, and they both knew it.
“How long you been like this?”
Ken began to spout off any question that entered his mind, unconcerned with courtesy or propriety.
“I’ve always liked guys, Ken. But I couldn’t say anything. Look at how you’re reacting!”
Tyler tried to reason with the man, but Ken shook his head.
“I watched Jason fuck the cum out of you Tyler. I didn’t even know that was a thing. That’s why I’m upset. You were taking it like a girl, and you loved it! You’ve always been like that?”
Tyler never envisioned explaining the intimate details of his sex life to Ken. He also never expected Ken to see it in action.
“It’s not that simple, man. What you saw is pretty new.”
Tyler forced the words out, reaching for the least embarrassing way to explain himself.
“You have all that dick, and it just hangs there while another man busts you open like a bitch?”
Tyler knew Ken was confused and ignorant of sex between men, but his questions were insulting.
“Hey, bro. Don’t call me that. I still use my dick too. Besides, it doesn’t matter. That’s not what makes me a man.”
Tyler needed to defend what little dignity he had left.
“When the rest of the guys find out, you’re gonna hear a lot worse than that. Have you heard how Dan talks about fags?”
Tyler was already worried about everyone else at the shop learning about what just happened. Now, he was beginning to panic.
“Ken, please. You have to help me. I don’t want them to know. You don’t think they’d hurt me, do you?”
The hint of a smirk crept onto Ken’s face. He looked Tyler in the eye for the first time.
“Yeah. I’ll help you. This will be our little secret. But it won’t be easy for me to keep Meghan’s mouth shut. What’s in it for me?”
Tyler sighed. He needed Ken’s help. They both knew he’d do whatever it took to get it.
“Look. I know you’ve been wanting more responsibility… more money. I shoulda done this already. Be my shop manager. I’ll pay you right. You can run things. You’re practically doing it now anyway. Just… just help me out, bro. Please.”
The smile on Ken’s face grew. He nodded slightly.
“OK. That’s a pretty good start. I’m gonna go take care of Meghan. We are taking the rest of the day off. You better go clean up your office. I’ll talk to you later about what else I have in mind.”
Tyler swallowed the lump in his throat and bobbed his head up and down in acknowledgement. Ken’s word left him shaken, but he knew he was at the man’s mercy. Tyler watched Ken turn and walk away, leaving him stunned and concerned. He knew this was far from over, but hopefully Ken would at least contain the damage done so far.
Jason sat on the couch staring at his phone. Tyler hadn’t texted him back. He was anxious to make sure the boy was OK. Various imaginary scenarios played out in his mind. He worried Tyler was being bullied by Ken. Maybe everyone at the shop knew by now. How would they react? He shuddered at the thought of some of the more violent scenes flashing behind his eyes. Jason reminded himself that Tyler could handle himself, and that his friends and employees might not be very understanding, but they certainly weren’t savages.
An hour ticked by, then two. The sun was setting, and Jason still had no word from Tyler. He became frantic. Grabbing his keys, he jumped in the car and made his way back to the scene of the day’s debacle. The shop was closed and empty when he arrived. There was no sign of Tyler. Standing in the empty lot, Jason pulled out his phone and called Tyler. There was no answer. He tried once more, just in case. Still nothing. Jason’s concern was growing. He tried to imagine where Tyler could have gone. Setting aside worst case scenarios, he settled on the idea that Tyler had gone to sort himself out. Returning to his car, Jason drove to the gym. After scouring the parking lot, he found no sign of Tyler’s BMW. Then, he had another thought.
It was dark outside when the reflection of the polished silver paint of the old bimmer flashed against Jason’s eyes. He spotted Tyler’s car, parked askew, as soon as he turned into the drive of the roadside lounge. He never knew why Tyler liked this place so much, but it seemed the dingey bar gave the boy some sort of comfort. That’s certainly what he needed now. Jason spotted Tyler at the mostly empty bar, hunched over the nearly empty glass he clutched in his hand.
Jason sat down quietly next to Tyler. After a few seconds, the younger man glanced over at him.
“How did you find me?”
Tyler’s mood was somber, and his speech was a bit slurred. He’d clearly managed to down a few drinks before Jason arrived.
“I know you better than you think.”
Jason gave him a caring smile. He wanted to embrace Tyler and tell him it was all going to be OK, but he didn’t know that, and Tyler didn’t seem in the mood for more public affection or bullshit.
“You know no matter what happens, we are both here for you, right? We have your back.”
Jason’s words were reassuring. Tyler nodded his head. Nothing the man could say would make him feel better though. Tyler felt he’d lost his friends, his employees, and his dignity all in one split second. Life was suddenly upside down. He took the last sip of his drink and leaned back, looking at Jason.
“I don’t know what to do. I think he hates me. He might tell everybody, if Meghan doesn’t do it first.”
Jason’s heart was breaking for Tyler. He saw the pain in the man’s eyes.
“I promise you we can figure this out together. Let me take you home. We will talk to Rob and come up with a plan. OK?
Tyler looked down at the floor between them, then nodded his head. Jason stood up and handed a credit card to the bartender. He put a hand on Tyler’s back.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
He helped Tyler to his feet and pocketed his card and receipt. The couple made their way outside, and Jason helped Tyler into the car. The boy was snoring before they arrived at Rob’s place.
Jason set Tyler up with water and a blanket on the couch and took Rob into the kitchen to explain everything. As the alpha of the house, Rob took his responsibility to both his boys seriously. He was deeply concerned about Tyler. He sat down next to the boy and put his arm around his shoulders.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you. This is all going to be OK. I want you to tell me the moment you feel threatened or taken advantage of. If Ken is your friend he will do the right thing. If not, I’ll take care of things myself.
Tyler leaned into Rob’s chest. A tear fell down his face. All he could do was nod in acknowledgement.
Rob used his thumb to wipe the tear away. He kissed Tyler on the top of his head and then stood. Scooping Tyler into his arms, he carried the boy to bed. Tyler lay limp while Rob and Jason undressed him and tucked him into the middle. They slid in on either side and pressed their bodies against him. No one spoke. They just laid with him until he drifted off to sleep.
Rob was jolted awake by the sound of his phone ringing. Immediately recognizing the number, his heart sank and he answered. He took the phone to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
The next morning, Jason and Tyler woke up in each other’s arms. They quickly realized Rob wasn’t with them. Tyler found a note on the kitchen counter next to the coffee.
Work emergency in Denver. Back in a few days.
The message was scrawled on the back of an envelope, as if Rob had little time to write it. Jason was immediately concerned. What could be so important that the man had to leave in the middle of the night right when Tyler needed him the most? He didn’t share his thoughts when Tyler showed him the note. Instead, he went into protector mode.
“I’m sure he will be right back. You know Rob can handle any crisis. In the meantime, let’s just keep sleeping here at night. We can be here together whenever he gets home.”
He smiled and pulled Tyler into a hug. The younger boy seemed numb. He moved slower than usual, getting ready for his day in what seems like a trance to Jason. This worried the older man, and his anger with Rob began to grow.
Jason hurried Tyler along, hoping a hard workout at the gym might clear his head and lift his spirits. It didn’t seem to, however. They parted ways in the parking lot with Tyler acting just as empty and robotic as he’d been all morning.
Jason couldn’t shake his concern for Tyler or his anger with Rob, making it hard to focus at work. He wanted to go see the younger man on his lunch break, but thought better of it. Another appearance at Tyler’s shop just a day after he’d been caught railing the boy was certainly a terrible idea. Instead, he tried to call. When Tyler didn’t answer, Jason tried not to be too concerned. Surely, he was just busy.
Next, Jason directed his focus at Rob. As angry as he was, he decided the best way to reach out was through their shared concern for Tyler. He shot off a quick text to check in.
Things OK in Denver? Worried about Tyler.
Jason got no response from Rob either. He felt isolated and disoriented. He’d become accustomed to having both men around him, with Rob at the helm. Suddenly, he was feeling rudderless.
Across town, Tyler groaned when he saw Ken’s ‘92 Mustang already sitting in front of the shop. He usually had the place to himself for a while before anyone else showed up. Ken must want to talk about what went down yesterday. With an unsteady hand, Tyler unlocked the door and let himself in, making sure to lock it behind him. He saw no sign of Ken, and decided to just go to his office and start paperwork for the day. As soon as he opened the door he gasped.
Ken was in Tyler’s office chair, leaned back, hands behind his head, feet on the desk. An unnerving smirk highlighted his face. Tyler stood frozen in the doorway, gripping the door handle.
“Good morning, Tyler. Come on in. Let’s talk.”
Ken’s words were polite, but his inflection wasn’t. Tyler knew this wasn’t a request. He closed the door behind him and sat uncomfortably in a chair across the desk from Ken. He hoped to smooth things over somehow.
“Look, man. I’ve thought about it, and I just wanna apologize for not telling you…”
Ken waved him off.
“I’m not interested in hearing your little story. I just want to make sure we are on the same page here.”
Tyler was stunned. He swallowed hard and waited for Ken to explain further. Ken removed his feet from the desk and leaned forward, resting his elbows on it instead.
“We both know things won’t go well for you when everybody finds out.”
This was Tyler’s worst nightmare. He knew Ken was right. It was obvious Ken knew the power he had, and he was happy to exploit it. Tyler held his breath, waiting for what was to come.
“I’ll take that new position and the money that comes with it. But we need to come to a deeper understanding.”
Tyler cocked his head to the side a bit.
“What do you mean, Ken? I’m offering you a lot here. I’m hoping we are still friends.”
Ken shook his head and chuckled.
“Friends? With a… well, with you? Nah. This is more of a business arrangement now. My new paycheck is a big part of that, but I’ve decided I want more than that.”
Tyler was growing more worried and impatient.
“What else could you want? You’re already blackmailing me for a job promotion, and you’re telling me we aren’t friends anymore. What else can I give you?”
Ken leaned back again, resting his hand on his crotch.
“I hear you guys give the best head. The way I see it, I might as well find out. Just part of the business arrangement. You take care of me, and I’ll keep your little secret.”
Tyler was stunned.
“You can’t be serious, bro. First of all, I’m not just some cocksucker who goes around sucking any dick I can get my mouth on. But also, won’t getting head from me make you gay too?”
Ken leapt from the chair, sending it rolling back against the wall behind him. He was clearly furious.
“Don’t you ever accuse me of that shit again! You’re gonna do exactly what I tell you, or I’m gonna ruin your fucking life. You understand?”
Tyler flinched and pushed himself deeper into his own chair in reaction to Ken’s outburst. He’d never seen the man like this before.
“OK! I’m sorry. Whatever you say. Just… just keep it between us.”
Ken’s demeanor changed to friendly as quickly as it had sprung into fury. He smiled at Tyler and reached for the button on his jeans.
“Good bitch. Now get over here and get on your knees. Let’s see if you really can suck dick better than my girl. You better hope you do. Otherwise, you won’t be useful enough to keep your secret after all.”
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this first installment. As always, comments and emails are much appreciated! - JaXXX
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