Grant's Surrender

Grant Leigh was a straight man, a straight shooter if you will. Grant had lived the straight-buttoned-up life with all his ducks in a row. A man with a plan. A true straight arrow. Straight A student from first grade all through High School. Threw the straightest passes his coach had ever seen in a quarterback. Dated the girl with the straightest white teeth and straightest blond hair. Went straight to the Naval Academy from HS. Salutatorian of his graduating class he married his perfectly straight-toothed blond girlfriend right after graduation and shipped straight out to sea straight after his honeymoon. He planned to put in his straight 20, retire, and go straight to law school.

So it was a confused Grant who found himself at age 28, kicked out of the Navy, divorced, no pension, using his Navy Intel skills working as a customer liaison for a security company and living with roommates in a run-down house in San Diego, most of who probably weren't sure what day of the week it was, trust fund stoners that the were.

Granted (no pun intended), he had received an honorable discharge, but his Naval career was over. The house and his room were big, if old. His rent was cheap by San Diego standards, and his roommates harmless. Plus the security company, CimexCo, was THE security company in the city, but still, it was all very confusing for Grant. He and his ex had no children so no child support and she had waived alimony. So on paper, at least, he was doing Ok.

Grant had never heard the Talking Heads song "Once in a Lifetime", and if he had he never listened to the lyrics, but if someone read them to him it would have described his life in reverse. He wasn't finding himself living in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife, behind the wheel of a large automobile, wondering how he got there. He was behind the wheel of a company Prius on his way to meet with a new client with no wife, living in one bedroom of a ramshackle house, wondering how and why it had all slipped from his grasp.

'One mistake! One stupid mistake!' Grant's fist hit the steering wheel of the Prius as he sat waiting for the light to turn green. Seeing the heads of the drivers on either side of him swivel he realized he must have been shouting again. Slinking down in his seat he decided to turn his attention to the new client he was charged with onboarding.

'Ok Grant. Focus' he thought. 'Clients name is JAA Inc. You will be meeting with Jason Marino, the COO, and the J in JAA. He and his partners manage a new boutique hotel company here in San Diego. One hotel in operation, a second already under renovations. Potential growth into other surrounding cities. CimexCo has been asked to install security at their private home and bid on the security for the new and existing hotel. Your job is to ensure you get all the requirements for home security and to ensure the job is done quickly and smoothly. If Cimex gets the hotel bid you are guaranteed a substantial raise and promotion. This will allow you to move to your own place and get your life back on track. So remember, '"The direction in which you are going is more important than where you were."' Breathing deep, he hit the pedal as the light turned green, hurrying to get to his destination.
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As Grant was across town starting his thirty-plus minute drive for his meeting with Jason, Jason was in Gabriel's "office", his back against the padded bench with his hands tied and raised in a V above him and a ball gag in his mouth. Avery was riding him doggie while Gabriel held his ankles in his huge hands and was pounding his fat nine-inch cock into Jason's meaty ass. Avery and Gabriel would stop to kiss each other way too much for Jason's liking, but being gagged all he could do was utter "mmmphs" of displeasure and try to slam his ass onto Gabriel's cock.

"Stop it J. You said you wanted us to teach you how to be submissive so just lie there and take your medicine." Avery ran his ass up and down J's eight inches then shook his ass on his groin as he leaned in to kiss Gabriel once again.

Pulling his lips off of A's mouth Gabriel began fucking Jason again while admonishing Avery. "You are too cruel to Oscuro my Angel. He is the best part of you and yet you abuse his love. It is a wonder he hasn't left you." Gabriel pushed Jason's thighs wide and began slamming his cock deep into Jasons' hole. Jason's head flew back as moans began filtering around the ball gag.

Placing his hands on Gabriel's shoulders Avery began clapping his ass hard against Jason's cock while staring up at Gabriel. "Yes Master, I'm a bad boy. Show me how bad I am. Have this slave fill me with his seed. Fuck that slave good Master."

Gabriel grunted and reached out and bit Avery's lips as his cock and balls slammed into Jason causing his whole body to jerk. J's arm muscles were straining at his restraints as the two worked him over.

Avery began squeezing his hole against Jason's cock with each pass upward as he urged Gabriel onward. Cries of "Fuck that muscle ass!" and "Make us yours, Master" bounced off the soundproof walls.

Jason began emitting low-pitched grunts signaling he was getting close to erupting. Avery began egging Jason on as Gabriel's pace quickened. "C'mon slave give me all your good for. Fill my hole slave. Fill it now!" He reached backward and tweaked Jason's nipple hard as he arched his back taking all of his cock inside him. With a muffled roar Jason began erupting inside Avery's hole, raising his back off the bench by his arms. Suddenly the bolt holding his right arm gave way with a snap, flinging him back onto the bench and jerking his cock upwards into Avery, who let out a yelp.

Gabriel plowed on unconcerned at the disruptions, his cock, and balls methodically slapping hard into Jason. Jason tried to reach his free hand to stop Gabriel but Avery grabbed it and held it firm. With a grunt of approval Gabriel's eyes widened and, leaning in to kiss Avery, his body began to shake as at last he began emptying his load deep into Jason's well-used ass.

In the shower afterward, Gabriel once again mentioned "Its is a shame Alex does not join us for your training Oscuro. He would make an excellent teacher."

Glancing at Jason Avery shrugged his shoulders and responded "He says he's too old to have sex anywhere but in a bed anymore. Plus he likes J the way he is. 'Don't fuck with perfection"' he said."

His booming laugh filling the shower Gabriel said "I think he does not wish to see his place usurped. He was the first to enter those magnificent mounds of love and feels he had planted his flag there." Gabriel reached over and patted J's "mounds of love". J blushed and pushed him off laughing.

"He planted more than a flag in there that's for sure," said Avery as he slid over to J and kissed him under the running water.

Jason groaned and tapped Avery's face. "What a sweet talker you are, A. Hurry up. The security guy will be here soon. You should sit in and listen. You might learn something. It's time you took on more responsibility anyway."

Avery rolled his eyes and kissing J said "Why when we have one of the smartest sexiest men to run the ship?"

"Now that's sweet talk. I'm getting out. I'll see you downstairs." Walking over to Gabriel J pulled him down for a deep kiss and with a "Thank you, Master" left to dry off and dress.

After Jason left, Avery walked over and kissing Gabriel said "Yes Master, thank you." As Gabriel raised his eyebrow he continued "I know the domination role isn't your thing anymore but J really wants to learn how to please and not just "take" as he calls it, so thanks for agreeing to it. "

Reaching down to grasp his pendant Gabriel whispered, "Anything for the men of my heart Chulo. Anything".

Pulling Avery close until their lips locked in a deep embrace he then raised his head and looked at Avery. "However he is costing me a small fortune in equipment. Dios Mio he is a strong one, especially when he is being pleasured. Mark my words Angel, you will push him too far one day and then have to pay the price.

Avery laughed "Jason? Never! I have more to fear from the Winnie-the-Pooh doll in my office than Jason. You forget we've known each other since we were thirteen. You're just not used to how American schoolboys act with each other."

"Schoolboys have to grow up sometime, Chulo," Gabriel replied.

Looking up at Gabriel's nodding head a look of doubt crossed Avery's face. Shaking it off he slapped Gabriel's ass and laughing walked out to dry off.

* * *

"I think you're the right fit for this client Grant." Todd, Grant's manager, told him yesterday as he handed Grant the client file. They were sitting in Todd's office just after 9 am. Todd behind his oversized desk, Grant in the wing chair facing him. The chair forced Grant to have to look up at Todd as he spoke. A power play Todd thought effective. "I don't have to stress how important landing them will be for you and the company. They are up and comers in the hotel business. They attract a mostly gay clientele who have money to burn. Getting in on the ground floor of this could be huge for us. Word is they have investors in New York at some of the highest levels of Wall Street. Damned if we know how they swung that, but we want in." Todd stopped his pep talk and stared at Grant directly for the first time. Leaning over his desk he folded his hands and stared down into Grant's face.

"You don't have a problem with homosexuals do you Grant?"

Grant froze. Desperately trying not to swallow before he spoke he shook his head no before he was able to say "Absolutely none, Sir", but thought 'Oh God! Oh, God! What had Todd heard?'

"Good, because all three owners are gay men and live together in some kind of multiple partner situation that quite frankly I don't understand, nor do I need to. All I know is they have money to burn right now and need to update their technical and physical security and the word came down from above to get the contract or else. You will be the face of the company. Whatever they want you are expected to see that they get it." Here Todd paused and raised an eyebrow at Grant. "Am I clear on this Grant?"

Inwardly cringing Grant nodded again and said "Sir, yes sir!" He hoped his shaking knees were hidden from Todd's view by his desk.

Sitting back and smiling Todd said "Glad to hear it. Now go study the file. You will be meeting with the COO tomorrow at their hotel. Go win them over Grant."

Grant rose and nodding to Todd walked towards the door. As he placed his hand on the doorknob Todd called out, "And Grant?"

Without turning Grant remained frozen in place."Yes Sir?"

"You can drop the Sir. You're not in the Navy anymore. Just Todd will do. Now go get us a new client."

Relived Grant turned as he opened the door"Yes si...Todd. I appreciate this opportunity. I won't let you down." Nodding he quickly closed the door and stood there regulating his breath before walking back to his desk on the open floor.

* * *

"Grant Leigh for Mr. Marino." Grant stood at the reception desk facing the half-moon outer office that guarded three office doors. The young female receptionist picked up the phone and after a brief conversation said "He'll be right with you Mr. Leigh. Please take a seat.

As Grant sat he noticed the nameplates on the doors, Moe Fine, Larry Howard, Curly Fine. 'This is not a normal workplace Grant. Remember that.', he thought as he sat there tapping his briefcase.

As the door labeled Moe Fine opened Grant stood, but the older man stopped, read the nameplate, and ripping it off the door strode across the hall and flung open the door labeled Curly. A young blond man sitting at a computer barely reacted as the older man yelled "Goddammit Slick. How many times do I have to tell you to stop doing this?"

The blond-haired man held up his index finger and typing on his keyboard pulled up a spreadsheet.

"47," said the blond.

"What?" Snarled the older man.

"47 times you asked me to stop changing the nameplates. 23 times you told me to at least stop making you Moe. 11 times you said if I had to do something so childish could I at least make you Tyrone Power and 1 time you said you were going to shave me bald so I looked like Curly." Turning in his chair, his green eyes twinkling, he asked "Anything else, Alex?"

The man called Alex sputtered, tried to speak while glaring at the younger man, threw his hands up in surrender, turned, and walked back out and right into Grant.

"Who are you?" He barked causing Grant to back up two steps.

"Grant Leigh, Sir. I'm here to see Mr. Marino about the security for his house." The older man's blue eyes ran up and down Grant's almost 6' frame, taking particular interest in his chest, before snapping up to Grant's hazel eyes.

"Grant Lee?" He asked, a smile beginning to spread across his mouth and eyes.

"It's Leigh, sir. L.E.I.G.H." Grant had experienced this his entire life and, while numb to it, it was still a sore subject.

"Dad a History Professor?" Alex asked.

Grant nodded and Alex said "Civil War expert?" Grant nodded again. The man Alex placed a hand on his shoulder and patted it. "Poor Bastard. Good luck with Jason. Don't worry, he won't get the reference. He's smart but history is not his area." He walked over and tossed the nameplate into the trash and walked out to the lobby.

As Grant turned he came face to face with the younger blond man Alex had called Slick. He held his finger to his lips to silence Grant and tiptoed to the trash and retrieved the nameplate. Tucking it in his pocket he stuck out his hand to Grant and said "Hi. I'm Avery. You here to see Jason?"

Nodding Grant took the hand and said his name. Avery's green eyes didn't so much as flicker hearing it. Grant watched as Avery's eyes did the same up-down look Alex had given him, except his gaze lingered more on Grant's crotch, causing Grant to blush, and wish he had worn looser pants. Grant kept his eyes glued to Avery's face as his palm began to sweat in his grasp. 'He's older than I thought' Grant surmised. 'Probably 30, 32 somewhere around there. His smile makes him appear younger from a distance.'

Releasing Grant's hand Avery walked to the receptionist and pointed at the door marked Larry. She nodded and Avery motioned Grant to follow and opened the door. "Larry" was talking on the phone and waived them both to a seat. Avery sat on the corner of the desk and fixed his eyes on Grant as he sat down facing the desk. Grant's eyes flicked around the room taking in the details. Pictures of the three men taking up most of the decoration, along with a few that included a giant of man making up a foursome. The rest of the decorations were tasteful prints, objet d'art, and plants, along with the standard college and architectural degrees all embossed to Jason Marino.

Turning his eyes towards Mr. Marino he could feel Avery's green eyes still on him. Glancing to look at him Avery smiled a disarming smile before turning to his partner and making a hurry-up motion. A hand was held up and after a few more "Uh huh's" and a "Well get it to me as soon as possible" he hung up and turned to face Grant.

Just sitting across from him Grant could feel the power emanating from the man. A quick glance and he could see the muscles straining at the arms and chest of his fitted white shirt. As he stood to walk around the desk Grant took in the muscular thighs and rounded glutes and thought 'This man would have made a helluva Marine' as he rose to meet him.

"Grant? Hi. Jason Marino. Nice to meet you? I see you've met my partner Avery. There's another partner Alex who you.."

"He's already met him." Avery interrupted.

Grant watched as Jason rolled his eyes and turned to his partner. "And?"

"Wellll poor Grant here had the bad luck to show up on the day I decided to change the nameplates again." Avery looked at Grant and winked as he continued with his confession. "He pissed me off this morning so I decided to have a little fun with him today."

Jason stayed quiet for a few seconds before saying. "I see. Well, I'm glad we made a good impression on Mr. Leigh here. Is there anything else you need A?" The indication was clear that Avery should leave. Avery however had other ideas.

"No. I just figured I'd hang around and see if I can learn something. You keep telling me to take on more responsibility so why not start now?" With another wink at Grant, he sat down in the chair next to him.

Grant watched as a blush rose Jason's neck until his face was glowing. As he turned away to move back to his desk, and hide his blush, Grant again saw the powerful ass and thighs seemingly straining the fabric of his pants. 'Navy Seal material definitely', he thought then cleared his head as Jason began speaking.

"I assume you read the signed contract we have with your company for our home security? Jason asked.

"Yes, Sir." Grant sat up straighter in his seat and pulled his copy of the agreement out of his briefcase. As he placed it on his lap he heard Avery begin to giggle to his left.

"My role, Sir (giggle) is to be your personal contact through all stages of the installation. Since, Sir, (giggle) we are installing state of the art technical security systems my background will be able to clearly convey any requests you have to the technicians and explain any of the technical terms to you in easy to understand terms" Here he paused and as a test added a late "Sir." Avery's giggle clearly was being triggered by the sirs.

Shooting darts with his eyes at Avery, Jason then turned to Grant and asked "Are you ex-military Grant?"

"Yes, Sir (giggle). Ex-Navy." Grant replied.

"Well, we aren't very formal around here as my partner here has so clearly proven, so please drop the sirs. It's Jason, Avery, and Alex, but you'll mostly be dealing with me.

"Understood....Sir" Grant turned to face Avery as the giggle erupted and winked at him. Avery clapped his mouth shut, nodded at Grant, and sat back in his chair.

"Impressive Grant. Can you teach me that? It would definitely come in handy." Jason began to chuckle behind his hand as Avery now threw darts at him.

Standing Jason said to Grant "Let's go over the contract. A pull the table over and keep your mouth shut. You're right, you may actually learn something." Walking around the desk Grant felt Jason loom over him, almost feeling the heat coming off his muscled frame. Jumping to his feet he pulled his briefcase to his crotch to block it from Avery's view and moved to the table ensuring he sat across and not next to Jason.

A little over an hour later Grant asked if they could take a break. He needed to use the restroom. Hurrying to complete his task he was back at the office in 5 minutes. The receptionist was not at her desk so he walked to Jason's office door standing ajar. He could see a side reflection of Jason standing taking to Avery and paused to watch his toned body and animated face as he spoke with his partner. Just before he knocked he heard a phrase that froze him where he stood.

"Closet case." Grant heard Avery say.

Jason's laugh sent a shiver down Grant's spine, 'Is he laughing at me?', but Jason's next statement allowed him to relax.

"You think just because I was a closet case every good-looking straight guy you meet is one too, A." In the reflection he watched Jason's hand reach out and touch Avery's face. 'He thinks I'm good-looking?' Grant's skin started to tingle.

"I've been right more often than you give me credit for J". Laughing, Avery's face came into view as he stretched his neck up to plant a wide kiss on Jason's mouth.

In a flash Grant was back on his ship and standing in the dark recesses of the lower bowels, the new midshipman kneeling before him. People never understood how lonely it was being out at sea for so long. How cramped the quarters were. How little alone time there was to take care of your needs. So what if he allowed one or two of the openly gay sailors to help him over the last 5 years. A lot of the junior officers did it on the sly. Yes, it was against regulations to have onboard sexual relations, but it wasn't like he was gay. If only the new guy hadn't tried to kiss him. The shock of it made Grant strikeout and slap the poor boy once, twice, three times, until Grant was sobbing and begging his forgiveness. Then the MA's showed up and Grant found himself in sickbay still sobbing while a needle was injected in his arm. Thankfully the boy said nothing except Grant had some kind of breakdown and he followed him to make sure he wasn't going to hurt himself, but everyone knew the truth. A blind eye was turned. Grant was confined to quarters until the next port of call then put on a hospital plane back to San Diego. The verdict was unfit for duty but an honorable discharge, which placed him here at this moment. He never found out what happened to the midshipman.

Grant let out a moan as the memories flooded back and stumbled against the door. With a shout, Jason was at his side and placing an arm around him leading him to a chair. Grant's hand held onto Jason's bicep like a life preserver until he felt himself sitting. Sweat was pouring from his face and a box of tissues appeared in his vision. Taking it he began swiftly drying his forehead and cheeks as he fought to get his heartbeat under control.

"Call Gabriel, J" he heard Avery say as his face swam into Grant's view. He tried to say "No don't call anyone. I'm fine!", but the words would not form in his throat.

"Hey, Grant. Can you hear me? Nod if you can." Grant nodded his head up and down, his heart beating fast in his chest. "Ok good. Take deep even breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth. You're having a panic attack. I used to get them in college. Have you had one before?" Grant shook his head No. "Ok, that's ok, good old Slick is here to walk you through it. Focus on my face and breathe with me. In though the nose." Avery paused to inhale deeply along with Grant. "Out through the mouth." Avery blew a steady stream of air into Grant's face. "In again, and out." After a few rounds as Avery blew out along with Grant, he said "Sorry buddy but I had a garlic bagel for breakfast this morning." Grant's breath stopped for a second and then he began laughing, his heart and breathing returned to normal.

Grant started to try to utter an apology but Jason and Avery waved him off. "Just sit there and collect yourself, Grant. Nobody's upset about this." Jason's face was a true look of concern. As Grant sat there mopping the remaining sweat from his face he felt a presence looming at the door. Turning his head his eyes kept going up and up until he was looking into the face of the giant from the pictures he had seen earlier.

"How may I help, Angels?" His voice was deep with just a hint of an accent. His dark black eyes surveyed the room and before anyone could answer he knelt next to Grant. Taking Grant's chin in his huge hand he stared deep into Grant's hazel eyes. Nodding his head he said, "The worst has passed I think, but my young friend if you do not find a way to deal with this it will be back." Standing he patted Grant's shoulder but spoke to the others. "I have seen many like him at the ranch. Traumatic stress triggers such attacks as these in the children once they come in from the streets. Give him my card and if he wishes I can teach him how to deal with them. Yoga and meditation are the keys." Turning to Grant he bowed and strode from the room.

Finally finding his voice Grant was able to croak out "Who the hell was that?", and blushed at his own directness.

"That, my friend, was the one and only Gabriel", said Avery. Grant's confused look made him add, "a colleague of ours and one of the most intuitive men I have ever met. If he says these attacks will be back they will. Here's his card. His office is in the penthouse." As Grant stared at the card Jason added "On the house Grant. You're part of the JAA family now. At least for the next few months. Do you feel well enough to drive? If not we can have one of the hotel staff drive you." Grant's head was spinning at the generosity of these people along with the adrenaline crash he was experiencing.

"We haven't finished going over the contract yet.", he pleaded.

Jason waved his hand but seeing the look of concern on Grant's face softened. "Tell you what. Come to lunch at the house tomorrow. We can finish the contract and you can see the house and see if you have any concerns. It's no bother. We eat lunch at home every Wednesday anyway." Standing and walking around the desk he sat on the edge in front of Grant. His chocolate brown eyes staring down at Grant he smiled a gleaming white smile that lit up his face and said "Deal?" His hand was held out to shake.

Glancing at Avery who just shrugged then nodded back Grant turned to Jason and taking his hand said "Ok, deal." Five minutes later he was sitting in his Prius wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Back in the office Avery looked at J and said, "I was wrong Babe. He's not a closet case. He's in so fucking deep he's in Narnia."

To be continued....