COLIN
“This is excellent. This is really good work, Colin, you should be proud of yourself.”
I had sent in my report about our second date the morning after I got back from your beach house. Dominus had called me out for one of his usual 2 am walks to go over in detail. We strolled along the sidewalk, the cold air making me shiver through my jacket.
I didn’t want to tell him the intimate details of what happened between us, Zach, but I felt like I had no choice. There had never been any secrets between Dominus and me. And he could always sense if I was leaving any part out or glossing over anything. He knew just what probing questions to ask to get the full truth out of me.
So, despite my discomfort, I told him about kissing you on the beach, about you inviting me back to your place to stay the night. I even told him about what we did to each other on the couch.
The one thing I didn’t tell him was how much I’d enjoyed it.
“Wow. You’ve really gone above and beyond for Ecclesium,” said Dominus. “I won’t forget this when the time comes.”
“When is that, exactly?” I asked. “I mean, when will my part in all of this be over? I can’t keep lying to him forever. And sooner or later I’m going to have to tell him about Ecclesium.”
“You’re right,” said Dominus. “Which is why I think it’s time to take things to the next step.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Bring him to E-day. It’s the perfect way to introduce him to us.”
E-day was our yearly celebration of the founding of Ecclesium. The different chapters of Ecclesium from all over the country would fly out to DC, gathering together to put on various skits and performances in honor of Dominus. It was generally a fun-filled night with dancing, drinking, and entertainment.
I breathed a sigh of relief. At least now I could stop hiding my involvement with Ecclesium. It had been next to impossible to avoid the topic on our first two dates, as Ecclesium was such a huge part of my life. And Dominus was right, there was no better way to show you what we were all about than with E-day.
“What is this thing again? Some kind of self-help group?” you asked as we pulled up to the venue.
“It’s a personal development organization that I’m really involved in,” I said, opening your car door for you as you stepped out. “Trust me, they’re really amazing people. I can’t wait for you to meet Dominus, my friends from LA… You’re gonna have a blast tonight.”
You wrapped your arm around mine and kissed me on the cheek. “As long as you’re here, I’m sure of it.”
My heart swelled. I was excited to finally introduce you to my friends from Ecclesium. I knew you’d fit right in with your buoyant enthusiasm and easy sense of charisma.
I also had to admit, you looked incredibly cute in a leather jacket and a pair of distressed jeans. With my tight grey polo shirt and dark slacks, I couldn’t help but think that we looked like we were going to entirely different events (and I was the one headed to the wrong one).
As we walked through the doors, you clung to my arm like you were my date at some gala. I suddenly realized from the stares we were getting that people had no idea what to make of us. After all, I realized, nobody knew about Dominus’ plan to recruit you. As far as they were concerned, you really were just my date.
I wasn’t sure if people were more taken aback by seeing me with another man on my arm, the fact that that man was the president’s son, or the fact that two Secret Service agents followed us everywhere we went.
“Colin! What’s up brother?” I heard a voice call out from behind me.
I felt a hand clap me on the shoulder, then turned to see my friend Jeff grinning at me.
“Are you excited for tonight or what?” he said, shaking me gently.
I unhooked my arm from yours and gave him a punch on the arm.
I grinned as I said, “I’ve been looking forward to this since you did that god-awful skit last year. You’re not gonna be singing again tonight, are you?”
“Stand-up, if you can believe it.”
“Don’t you have to be funny to do stand-up?” I asked.
“Fuck you, dude,” Jeff laughed.
I noticed you standing awkwardly next to me, smiling politely with your hands clasped. I realized you were waiting for me to introduce you.
“Oh, uh, this is my friend Zach,” I said, patting you awkwardly on the back. “Zach, this is my bud, Jeff. He used to run the Hollywood brand of Ecclesium back when I was first starting out. Then he ditched me to take over the branch here in DC.”
“Yeah, well, LA wasn’t big enough for both me and your ego, so...” Jeff said, giving me a friendly punch in the ribs. I smacked his hand away and went to hit him back.
“Wow, you guys are… violent with each other,” you said with raised eyebrows and a smirk.
“We just like to give each other a hard time. Nice to meet you, Zach,” Jeff said, reaching his hand out to you. “How do you guys know each other?” he asked, his eyes flicking over to me with a smirk.
You smiled warmly. “Oh, we-”
“We met at an art fair last week. Zach’s a fan of my show.”
You looked at me strangely. I knew that was the wrong thing to say, but it was the only thing that came to mind.
“Nice!” Jeff said politely. “Well, I gotta get ready, I’m up first. Wish me luck!”
“You’re gonna kill it, man,” I said, fist-bumping him before he walked back towards the stage.
“So, should we go find our table?” I asked you.
“Please, lead the way,” you said dryly. “After all, I’m just the groupie.”
My cheeks burned as I took your hand and led you through the crowd towards the buffet table at the side of the hall. I chastised myself internally. Tonight was key to getting you to fall in love with Ecclesium the same way that I did, and yet I was already fucking things up.
We filled our plates and then took our seats. Your Secret Service detail stood by the wall a few yards away from us where they could keep you in full view.
We were seated at one of the tables near the front next to a few Ecclesium members I recognized from previous E-days but didn’t know all that well. I chatted amicably with them, trying my best to include you in the conversation as much as I could, which was tough considering you didn’t know anything about Ecclesium to be able to follow along.
The lights dimmed as the show began to start. Jeff walked up to a lone microphone in the middle of the stage.
“Welcome to E-Day,” he said. “I want to start by saying that I think I speak for all of us when I say none of us would be here today without Dominus. His courage, his fearlessness, his innovation is the reason that Ecclesium is able to help so many people take back control of their lives. I swear, if that man told me to jump off a bridge, you better believe I’d be diving headfirst into the ocean. And I can’t even swim!”
I rolled my eyes. God, Jeff’s humor was almost as bad as his singing.
“Seriously, he’s built such a wonderful thing here that I think we can all appreciate. So now we’re going to thank him in the only way we know how: a series of amateurish skits and musical numbers that will no doubt wind up on YouTube and embarrass us for years to come.”
I laughed along with the rest of the crowd. At least he was warming up a little bit. I looked over at you to see how you were enjoying it. You turned and gave me a smile.
“Now, I know we’re all here to celebrate how much we love this group, but I need you all to understand. I love it the most. I mean, seriously, I LOVE Ecclesium. Now, if you ask an apostate like Stacy Chapman, she’ll tell you I’m a broke, gullible, brainwashed fool. But let’s be honest, I think we can all agree that my brain can use a little washing!”
You leaned over to me as everyone laughed. “Who’s Stacy Chapman?”
“She’s the worst,” I whispered back. “She came out and made up all this fake stuff about us like we were this crazy cult and stole all her money. It’s ridiculous, really.”
You nodded, your brow furrowing in concern as you turned back toward the stage.
After a few more minutes of stand-up, Jeff finally stepped aside and introduced the next team out onto the stage. It was the Virginia Beach chapter of Ecclesium, and they’d prepared a parody musical theatre number about Dominus and the founding of Ecclesium.
I’m not a big musical guy, but even I could tell that a parody of the song “Into the Unknown” from Frozen 2 wasn’t exactly Broadway-level quality. I knew that not every group was going to be talented, but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. After all, I wanted you to like it.
I looked over to see if you were enjoying the show and was dismayed to find you looking down at your phone. My cheeks started burning as I turned back to the stage to watch the rest of the performance. I felt a sour pit in my stomach. Sure, they weren’t very good, but I couldn’t understand why you were being so rude and not even paying attention.
I watched the next few acts, glancing over at you every few minutes to see if you were enjoying it. Each time I found you looking at your phone. I could feel the anger rising in my chest. What was your problem?
After the fifth act had finished, the lights came back on as intermission started.
“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to use the restroom,” you said.
The Secret Service agents followed after you as you walked out of the hall.
I sat there at the table, my head resting against one hand as I picked at what was left of the food on my plate. Tonight felt like such a bust. The excitement I had felt at the beginning of the night turned to ash in my mouth as the pit in my stomach grew heavier.
“So, on a scale from 1-10, how much did I bomb?” asked Jeff as he slid into your seat.
I smiled. “You ever see something so unfunny that it actually starts to become funny in a sort of sick, twisted way?”
“Yeah, your acting career.”
I laughed and punched Jeff on the arm.
“Hey, by the way, I gotta ask,” he said, lowering his voice. “What’s up with the gay guy?”
“He’s the president’s son,” I said matter-of-factly.
“No shit! I was wondering who those meatheads were by the stage. I figured they were just somebody’s bodyguards or something.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty much with us all the time.” I continued picking at my food, tapping my fork against the plate.
He nodded. “So… you guys are friends, or…?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Because he’s kind of all over you. I mean, why was he holding your arm when you came in? Does he think you’re gay?”
My face was beginning to turn red. I wanted to tell him the truth, but Dominus had told me not to say anything about my mission. I also didn’t even know if I knew what the truth was anymore.
“I don’t know, Jeff,” I said.
“What are you-”
“You know, I gotta go check on him. I’ll be back. We can catch up after the show.” I got up to walk away, patting him on the back.
“Sure thing,” he said as I walked away.
I exited the hall and headed towards the bathrooms. I could see the Secret Service agents standing watch outside the door to the men’s room. I was about to go in when you came out.
“Colin, hey...” you said.
“So,” I asked. “What do you think?”
You gave me a forced smile. “It’s nice! It’s, uh, it’s a bit intense,” you said.
My face fell. “What do you mean? This is fun.”
“Totally! I’m having a great time, don’t get me wrong, I just… what’s up with all the Dominus stuff?”
“What about it?” I said coldly.
You scratched your head. “I mean, it’s like everybody worships the ground he walks on. Every skit was about him and how great he is. It’s kinda strange, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so,” I said defensively. “We don’t worship him, he’s just a really smart guy. He’s helped a lot of people, myself included.”
“And what was up with that thing about Stacy Chapman? I looked up what she said and apparently, she’s made some serious allegations.”
You pulled out your phone. I could see the fucking Atlantic article on your screen. “Have you read this?”
I rolled my eyes. “You can’t believe the stuff you read on the news. It’s all just made-up propaganda. The media has a monopoly on keeping people down and afraid. They’re threatened by us, is all.”
You looked at me strangely. “Colin, something about all this gives me a weird feeling. How well do you know this Dominus guy? Could there be some truth to what this lady said?”
“There’s no fucking truth to it!” I snapped. “I’m the one that brought Stacy in, okay? It was my mistake. I thought she was cool, but she was just a dumb bitch who was desperate for attention. She wanted another five minutes of fame just like every other loser back in Hollywood, so she made up stories about us to try and make a name for herself. Surely you of all people know what it’s like to deal with people like that?”
The Secret Service agent standing nearby stepped forward. “Is everything okay, Zach?” he asked.
“It’s fine,” you said, waving him off.
You looked back at me with concern. “What’s going on with you? I’ve never heard you talk like this before.”
“Well, maybe you just don’t know me very well,” I said abruptly. I was steaming at this point. “You certainly don’t seem to be the best judge of character, at least as far as Dominus is concerned. He’s a great guy and he’s better than you or I will ever be.”
“...Okay,” you said quietly, your hands raised in an effort to calm me. “Maybe we should just go back inside-”
“Maybe you should just go home,” I said. I could feel a fury rising inside me and I have to admit, something deep inside of me wanted to hurt you in some way.
Your face fell. “But I thought-”
“This was supposed to be fun, but clearly you’re hating it, so maybe we should just call it quits.”
You bit your lip. I could tell you were holding back tears. “Do you really mean that?”
I looked away from you. My brain was screaming at me to stop, that I was being a complete idiot. But I could still feel the rage inside me, wanting you to suffer.
You turned back to the Secret Service agent and nodded. He followed after you as you walked past me, heading off toward the exit.
I walked slowly back into the main room and took my seat back at the table. I tried to watch the rest of the festivities, but I was still seething from our earlier interaction. I had been so hurt by your reaction to Ecclesium. I felt like I’d shown you a part of my soul, and you’d tossed it out like some piece of trash.
“Well, good riddance,” I thought, although I knew I didn’t mean it. I kept repeating that in my head, trying to convince myself that I had done the right thing by sending you away.
You had hurt me. You didn’t understand me. You never could.
By the time the night was over, the only thing I’d convinced myself of was that I had made a colossal mistake.
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I’d never seen Dominus so angry as I did when I told him what had happened.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he said.
Dominus was rarely even short-tempered, so to see him this angry was something new.
“You wanted me to bring him in, but he wasn’t having it. He just thought we were a bunch of cult freaks. It’s not gonna work, he doesn’t want anything to do with us.”
“You think after one night he’s already made up his mind? That after all this effort, one bad impression is all it takes for us to lose him? You were just going to throw all that away because, what—your feelings got hurt? There’s a lot more at stake here than you realize, Colin,” said Dominus.
I frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“I mean we’re broke. We have no corporate sponsors anymore. They all pulled out after the Stacy Chapman article.”
“What?” I asked. “I don’t… what about the money from courses? Isn’t that enough to help us get by?”
Dominus shook his head. “That article has had a serious chilling effect. Course enrollment is less than half of what it was a month ago. We’re not gonna survive for long.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “We need Zach to help us gain access to deep pockets again. Otherwise, Ecclesium is over.”
“I didn’t know that-”
“Well, you don’t need to know every little thing in order to do what I ask you, do you?” snapped Dominus. He softened a bit. “Listen, you made a mistake with Stacy, it wasn’t your fault. You can’t go back and change the past. But if you just keep working with him a little longer, I promise you, he is going to be the key to fixing everything.”
“I’m so sorry, Dominus. I’ll fix this, I promise. Just please know that-”
“I don’t need your apologies, Colin. I need you to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you.”
I nodded. “All right. Tell me what to do.”
“You need to call him, apologize to him. Tell him you were being oversensitive. Don’t even bother trying to defend Ecclesium, just focusing on repairing the relationship. You can leave the convincing up to us.”
I got up to leave. “What do I do if he doesn’t forgive me?”
Dominus shrugged. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
I called you right after I left Dominus’ office. My heart pounded as the phone rang. I had no idea what I was even going to say to make up for the way I had treated you. But I didn’t have to wonder too long—your phone rang several times, but you didn’t pick up.
I hung up the phone, silently cursing. I drove over to your apartment, pulling up behind the Secret Service agents’ car outside. As I walked up to your door, the agents opened their car doors and got out onto the sidewalk.
“He’s expecting me,” I said as I tried to push past them.
“Uh-uh, buddy,” the agent said as he blocked my way. “Turn around and go home.”
“Just tell him to come out here,” I said angrily.
“You need to turn around and leave now.”
“At least tell him I’m here!” I shouted. “Please-”
“I’m not gonna ask you again,” the agent said, reaching for his gun.
“Colin?”
You stood in the open door with your arms crossed. The look of fear in your eyes sent a shot of pain right through my heart.
“Zach, I need to talk to you,” I said. The agent was eying me warily, standing in between the two of us with his hand still on his gun.
“About what?” you asked. “You told me you wanted to call it quits. That was pretty clear.”
“Please,” I said. “Let me come in. I just wanna talk.”
You stared at me for a moment, your eyes full of sadness. Finally you nodded.
“Okay,” you said.
The agent glared at me, then stepped aside to let me past. I followed you through the door into your living room.
“This place is nice,” I said as you sat down on the couch. You grabbed a pillow and stared at me nervously.
“It’s bigger than it looks from the outside. And I like the walls, the pastel is-”
“Colin, what do you need to say?” you asked quietly.
I was silent for a moment as I stood nervously in front of you. How could I begin to undo the damage I had done?
“Colin?”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I fucked up. I shouldn’t have reacted that way, it wasn’t cool.”
You sighed. “You really hurt me.”
“I know…” I said softly.
You shook your head. “I don’t understand you. One minute I feel like you really like me and the next it’s like you’re afraid of me or something. I’ll touch you and you’ll cringe away from me.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I said, looking away from you. “I just… I told you, Zach. This is all new to me.”
I closed my eyes. God, this was so painful. I wanted to apologice to you fully, to tell you so many things. I wanted to tell you that I was lying to you, that I was only pretending to be gay to get close to you.
But I knew that that was no longer true. Whatever ulterior motive I had had when I first met you, something real had started happening within me. In fact, it would all be easier if I actually did feel nothing for you. Then I could simply pretend.
Still, I didn’t feel as though I had any other choice but to continue lying. Ecclesium was everything to me. I would be nothing without it.
And so, I said to you the words that I knew you needed to hear.
“I promise you, Zach, I will never hurt you again. Can you give me another chance?”
You stared at me for a moment, still clutching the pillow. I held my breath as I waited for you to speak.
Finally you said quietly, “You know, when I was 16, after my suicide attempt… I told myself that I would never hide who I was again. I was done lying to myself, to other people. It was suffocating. And I couldn’t live like that. I swore I would never live like that again.”
You laughed ruefully. “And then I had this boyfriend in college. His name was Paul. I was 19, and I’d never really had a boyfriend before. But he wasn’t out… I liked him so much, and I was SO desperate to be liked back. I remember he would spend the night at my apartment, and then in the morning we’d leave to go to class. I would hold his hand, and he would let me... but only until we got to the end of my street.”
I watched as you looked up at the ceiling, your eyes getting glassy.
“I remember how good it felt just walking down the street holding his hand. Even if it was only for a minute. And then we’d reach the corner, and Paul would let go, and we would walk to class a few feet apart. Like we didn’t even know each other.”
You shook your head softly, then forced yourself to look at me.
“I’m starting to feel things for you, Colin. It’s like… I live and die by the things you say to me. Every look you give me, every time you touch me… And sometimes it’s amazing, but sometimes I feel like it’s killing me. I can’t live like this either. If you’re actually ready to be with another guy, then maybe it’s worth it. But if not…”
Before I knew what I was doing, I was on my knees in front of you, my lips on yours, my hands holding the sides of your face. I kissed you passionately, pulling you into me as my fingers curled through your beard.
You kissed me back tentatively at first. But I was insistent. I kissed you deeper, my tongue forcing its way inside your mouth. I needed you to let me in. You opened your mouth to receive me, your hands coming up as you ran your fingers through my hair.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me on top of you onto the couch. I felt such a surge of energy coursing through me that I was afraid I would tear you apart. I bit your lip, making you moan into my mouth. Your hand traveled underneath my shirt, tracing my abs with your fingers. I pulled off of you long enough to rip off my shirt. You ripped yours off as well, then I laid you down onto the couch as our mouths came together once more.
I held your lower back with my hand, grinding my crotch into yours as our tongues intertwined. It was such a new sensation to rub my cock against someone else’s, but I was excited knowing that it was yours. I slipped my hand down into the back of your pants and squeezed your ass, enjoying the smoothness of your supple skin.
I wanted you so badly in that moment that the clothes separating us felt almost painful against my skin. I began to undo your pants button, lowering the zipper as you did the same to me. We were like two fumbling teenage boys, fooling around on the couch as our hormones raged wild and we explored each other’s bodies.
I stood up and pulled your pants the rest of the way off, then shucked off my own pants. You looked so breathtaking laying back against the couch in nothing but your cotton briefs. I could see your hardon peeking out, leaving a trail of precum just below your belly button. I reached down and pulled your briefs down over your cock and underneath your balls.
This was the first time I really looked at your dick up close and personal. The time before when I had been eating you out, I was so focused on trying to make it feel as much like being with a woman as I could.
But now was different. I no longer needed to pretend you were anyone else. I wanted you exactly the way you were, wanted to taste you in my mouth, every part of you.
I lowered my head to your cock and took you into my mouth. You laid your head back on the couch, resting your fingers on the back of my head as I began to suck you. I have to admit, I had no idea what I was doing, and I’m sure it showed. But I knew what I liked to have done to me, and I could imagine how to replicate it well enough.
I slid my tongue along your cock, breathing you in. Your smell was intoxicating. I took you back into my mouth, this time trying to relax my throat so that I could take you even deeper into me. Judging by the noises you were making, I assumed I wasn’t doing too bad of a job at this point.
I held your balls in my hand, gently rolling them around as I massaged your cock with my tongue. I took my finger and ran it along your perineum, causing you to squirm.
“Colin,” you whispered, lifting me up by the chin. “I need you inside me.”
I leaned up and kissed you, my hand still stroking your cock. I reached down with my other hand to shrug off my boxers, leaving us both fully naked on the couch. I went to kiss you again when you put your hand on my chest.
“Wait,” you said. “Come to bed with me.”
You stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me to your bedroom. I pulled you back into my arms and picked you up, kissing you again as I carried you into the room. Your arms were still wrapped around my neck as I laid you down onto the bed, our naked cocks rubbing up against each other.
You leaned over to your nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. I was kneeling over you, my hard cock jutting out from my body as I waited in anticipation. I shuddered as I felt you put the cold liquid on my dick, but my body began to relax as I felt your hand stroking me.
“Fuck me, Colin,” you said as you spread your legs to reveal yourself to me.
I reached down and grabbed my wet dick, lining it up with your hole as I knelt between your legs. You were staring in my eyes, a look of fear mixed in with the desire. I had no idea if what I was about to do was going to hurt you, but I knew that it would have taken Heaven and Earth to stop me from fucking you in that moment.
You moaned softly as you felt the head of my cock pressing up against your opening. I kept my eyes locked onto yours, unwilling to break the connection between us as I entered you for the very first time. I could feel your chest expanding underneath mine as you breathed in and out, preparing for the imminent penetration.
I pushed forward slowly, using all of my willpower to keep from going too quickly and hurting you. You winced as the head of my cock slipped inside you. I leaned down and kissed your cheeks, planting sweet kisses all around your face as I moved deeper inside you.
You let out a moan as I finally bottomed out all the way inside your hole. I laid there for a moment, holding you close to me as I savored your tightness. After a moment, I raised my head and looked you in the eyes. You nodded.
I began to slowly thrust in and out of you, my arms still wrapped around you as we made love. That was what it felt like, after all: love. Despite the raging animalistic desire I felt coursing within me, I had never felt so much passion having sex with another human being in my life. It was like I wanted to become a part of you, to make you mine.
You brushed my hair back with your hand, still staring in my eyes as I fucked you. I don’t know what you were thinking in that moment, but I can only imagine that you felt the same way that I did. This wasn’t something ordinary, this wasn’t just lust—we were becoming something more than we were before. With every thrust, every kiss, every moan, we were changing ourselves in a way that we could never go back from.
“Oh Colin… oh yes…” you moaned as I fucked you.
I had no idea that fucking a man could feel this good. And I wasn’t necessarily sure that fucking any other man would have felt as good to me. I was so connected to you in that moment. I couldn’t close my eyes, couldn’t look away from you for a single second. I knew that I was falling for you, there was no doubt about it.
All of the worries, fears, and uncertainties that had plagued me the last few weeks were gone in that moment. I wasn’t thinking about Dominus or my deception. I was fully consumed by my desire for you, for your body.
I fucked you for as long as I could, trying to hold myself back from orgasming and ending our union. I stared into your eyes, trying to memorize you in this moment. You looked so vulnerable looking back at me, so precious. Finally I could feel my balls growing heavy as your tightness began to bring me over the edge. I kissed you again, moaning into your mouth as I began to cum inside you.
That feeling was better than anything I can even describe. Your hole had the sensitive head of my cock in its tight grip as I erupted inside you. I shot so hard and so deep inside you that I was almost afraid I would hurt you. I cried out as you held me, your arms wrapped around my back as I filled you up with my seed.
My thrusting began to slow as my orgasm came to an end. I was still lying on top of you, held tight in your arms. I felt so safe with you in that moment, so loved. I never wanted to leave your bed again so long as I lived.
“That was incredible,” you said softly. I looked up into your green eyes and smiled.
I leaned up and kissed you softly on the lips. “Your turn,” I whispered, then reached my hand down to begin stroking you.
You writhed underneath my touch as I stroked you in my hand, my hard cock still buried deep inside you. My hand was growing slick with your precum. Your dick felt thick and warm in my hand. Jerking someone else off was such a strange sensation, but the look of joy on your face made it feel even more pleasurable than if I’d been doing it to myself.
“I’m gonna… cum…” you choked out as I stroked you faster and faster. “Oh, Colin!” you shouted as you grabbed my arm.
I felt your sticky seed cover my hand as I beat your cock up and down. My mouth was on yours again, feeling every moan and exhale coming out of you as you came. I was overcome with joy at the knowledge that I was doing this to you, that I was able to bring you so much pleasure. I would have done anything for you in that moment, anything to make you feel how much I truly cared about you.
Your hand rested gently on mine as you finished cumming. I let your limp cock fall from my hand. I ran my fingers up along your stomach towards your face, then held your face in mine as I kissed you softly on the lips.
“I’m ready, Zach. From this moment on, I’m all in. No holding back.”
“Are you sure?” you said.
“Absolutely. What happened last night will never happen again. You can trust me to hold your heart.”
You smiled. “It’s not entirely your fault,” you said. “I shouldn’t have been so judgmental. Your friends were really nice… and it does sound like a really good group. I think I was just a little overwhelmed by it, is all.”
“I don’t need you to love Ecclesium just to be with me,” I said.
You paused. “Do you want me to be with you? To be your boyfriend?”
“Yes,” I said, my breath shaking.
Your face broke out into a grin. “I’ve never had a famous boyfriend before.”
“I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” I said, laughing.
I kissed you again, running my fingers through your beard.
“Will you stay over tonight?” you asked me.
I nodded. “I’m not ready to say goodbye just yet.”
I spent the rest of the evening holding you in my arms. You told me more about your childhood, about your college boyfriend and the handful of short term relationships you’d had since then. I told you about my parents, sharing stories about growing up in Kansas City. I even told you about Caroline.
The more we talked, the more I began to realize that my alliance to Ecclesium could only go so far. I couldn’t lie to you anymore, no matter what Dominus wanted me to do. I would go to him tomorrow and tell him that it was either time to bring you in or to let you go. Either way, my time as a double agent would be at an end.
We made love twice more that night. Once before we drifted off to sleep, as I took you from behind and held you in my arms. And once more in the middle of the night, when you woke up and reached for me, pulling me into you and starting the cycle of lust all over again.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt the soft curves of your body nestled into mine. I was hard against you, my cock having woken up before I did. I kissed you on the neck, then ran my fingers down your arm as I began to slowly rub up against you.
“Good morning, baby...” I whispered.
You turned your head towards mine and opened your mouth to kiss me. Even first thing in the morning, I could taste the strawberries on your mouth. You pushed me back onto the bed and slid on top of me, leaning down to kiss me once more. You took my hands in yours and squeezed them as you ground yourself into my hard cock.
I watched you moving back and forth on top of me, your pale skin inviting me to reach out and touch it. You took one hand and reached back behind you, grabbing my cock and aiming it at your hole. I opened my mouth in silent pleasure as you slid me inside of you, grateful to be back where I felt I belonged.
“Oh, fuck, Zach,” I moaned as you slowly began to gyrate on my cock.
You put your hands on my chest and squeezed, rubbing my nipples with your thumbs as you moved back and forth on my cock. Your fingertips felt like feathers tracing across my body, making me buck my hips forward involuntarily in pleasure. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the pillow, allowing you to fuck yourself on my dick and bring us both to orgasm.
You grabbed my hand and pulled it down to your cock. I gripped it and began to stroke it, rubbing it back and forth as you bounced up and down on my dick. As I beat you off with my left hand, my right hand began to roam across your chest, dancing across your sparse chest hair.
You began to bounce even faster as we both grew closer to orgasm. “I’m getting close…” you said, your hands gripping my thighs as you leaned back. I began to thrust even faster, wanting us to cum as close together as possible. I matched my strokes with my thrusts, eager to make you cum.
Your moaning got higher and higher until you began to shoot, ejaculating all over my chest and stomach. My eyes rolled back into my head as I started to cum a second later, spraying jizz up inside you as we shared our first simultaneous orgasm together.
I could hear the sound of our moans, our soft cries filling the room as we gave into the pleasure we created together. Once we had both finished cumming, you slid off of my cock and back down next to me, breathing heavily. You laid your head down on my chest. I leaned down and kissed the top of your head, caressing your hair with my hands.
“Did you mean what you said last night? About being my boyfriend?” you asked. You looked up at me, your fingers tracing through my chest hair.
I nodded. “I wanna be with you,” I said. “If you’ll have me.”
You smiled. “I can’t imagine what Us Weekly is gonna say.”
I smiled grimly. I was more concerned about Dominus right now.
“Are you free tonight?” you asked me, sitting up.
I raised an eyebrow, grinning. “What did you have in mind?”
“My dad is giving this commencement speech at Georgetown tonight. There’s gonna be this whole reception and dinner there after. I was gonna go alone, but I’m pretty sure I can bring someone.”
I looked at you in shock. “You want me to meet your dad?”
You blushed. “I mean, I just thought it might be fun to go together. But… yeah, I guess you would be meeting him. You don’t have to though,” you said nervously.
“I want to.”
I watched as a smile broke out across your face. God, I loved making you smile.
“Then it’s a date,” you said as you leaned in and kissed me.
We laid there making out for a few minutes. Each time one of us would try and pull away and get out of bed, the other would pull him back in for more sweet kisses and soft words.
Finally there was a knock at the door.
“Sir? We’re on schedule to leave in 15 minutes. Are you almost ready?”
“Just a minute!” you called out. You turned to me and squeezed my nipple. “Looks like we’re outta time, stud. But I’ll see you tonight?”
I grabbed your hand and lifted it to my mouth, kissing your fingers. “I’ll be there.”
You smiled. “I’ll send a car around 5.”
You got out of the bed and walked over to your dresser, pulling out your clothes to get ready for the day. I watched your naked body as you slid on a pair of briefs, then began to pull on a pair of honey colored overalls. God, your body was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t realized it at first. Your lithe stomach, your round ass, the fine hair on your calves…
I could sit and stare at you all day. But I had something I had to take care of first.
____________________
I knocked on the door to Dominus’ office, my hands shaking. I had absolutely no idea how he was going to react to what I was about to tell him, but I knew that I would bear the consequences no matter what.
“Colin, come on in,” he said as he beckoned me to take a seat. “How’s Zach? Did you get things mended?”
I nodded. “I did…”
He clapped his hands together. “That’s great! I told you it would be fine. Now, I was thinking in terms of next steps-”
“I can’t do it anymore,” I said.
He stared at me blankly. “Oh?”
“I mean, I can’t lie to him. I won’t do it.”
Dominus pursed his lips. “I thought we talked about this. A lie for the greater good-”
“I don’t care about the greater good,” I said. “I care about Zach. And I can’t be dishonest with him anymore, I just can’t.”
Dominus sat back in his chair and stared at me. “Do you have feelings for him?”
My cheeks were burning. I nodded.
Dominus smirked. “I thought you weren’t gay.”
“I don’t know what I am,” I said. “But I care about him. And I don’t wanna bring him into Ecclesium if it means lying to him. If you want me to try and talk to him about what we do, maybe get him to come to an R&R and see if he wants to join us on his own, then that’s fine. But I won’t string him along anymore for whatever it is you have planned.”
Dominus nodded. “I see. All right, well, fair enough.”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
“Really. We’ll go ahead and lay it all out for him tonight. After our conversation yesterday I had some of my best guys prepare a pitch for him. We’ll sit down with him one-on-one and give him a presentation. Put our best foot forward.”
My stomach sank. “We can’t tonight. We’re going to this thing with his dad. Some dinner.”
Dominus raised an eyebrow. “A dinner with the president?”
I nodded.
“Well, I’ll be damned. When is it?”
“I think the speech is at 6 and the reception is right after.”
“Bring him afterwards,” said Dominus. “You can bring him to my home, over on Kalorama. I’ll give him the best treatment.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I think we were gonna go to his place after-”
“And what? Fuck?” Dominus laughed. “You’re gay for all of five minutes and you’re really gonna put your dick ahead of Ecclesium? Come on, man. I’m just asking one last thing of you. I think you owe it to yourself to see this through.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
“Oh, and make sure you ditch the Secret Service.”
“What?” I asked.
“After the Stacy Chapman article, we can’t take the security risk. We’re gonna be giving Zach exclusive access to information that nobody outside of Ecclesium has. If this got out, it could ruin us. The fewer people who are in on it, the better.”
“How am I even supposed to get rid of them?” I asked.
“Just slip out when no one’s looking.” Dominus looked at me over his glasses. “It’ll be a crowded event, right? The president will be there? Nobody’s going to be paying attention to where you run off to.”
“I don’t know… this just feels weird.”
“Hey,” said Dominus. “You’re getting everything you want, remember? This is all I’m asking. For Ecclesium.”
I stared at him for a moment. I had to admit, this was setting off alarm bells inside my head. But you have to understand, Zach. I had known Dominus for so many years now, it didn’t even cross my mind to think that he would be lying to me. I trusted him with my life.
“Okay,” I said.
Of all the moments I wish I could go back and undo, this is the one I think about more than all the rest.
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You arrived at my place in the car just after 5. I took my seat beside you to see you dressed up to the nines in a dark fitted suit with a floral jacket.
“Now I feel like a chump in Hugo Boss,” I said, gesturing to my plain black suit.
You greeted me with a kiss. “It’s okay, babe. Somebody has to play the straight man to all of this,” you said, gesturing to your outfit.
“So to speak,” I laughed.
You winked at me. I kissed you again as the car pulled away, slipping my hand inside your pants.
By the time the car pulled up outside of the venue, your face was flush and I had a noticeable hard-on. I surreptitiously tried to cover myself as we got out of the car, clasping my hands in front of my crotch as you took my arm.
They had reserved us seats in the third row to watch your father’s speech. There were Secret Service agents located all over the venue, watching out for any signs of danger to your father. I hoped they would be too distracted watching out for threats to him to notice you and I slipping away later, like Dominus had said. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen if we were to get caught trying to sneak off.
We held hands as we took our seats, waiting for the ceremony to begin. I could spot the graduates lining up for procession, excitedly chattering away. A few minutes later the ceremony began as the president of the university came out onstage and said his opening remarks.
You leaned over to me and whispered, “Is it bad that I want to fuck you right now?”
I slid my hand over your crotch and squeezed it.
“I would bend you over and fuck you on that stage in front of an entire national audience if I could,” I whispered to you.
You slapped me playfully on the arm, then grabbed my hand and held it in yours. You leaned your head on my shoulder as we turned our attention back to the stage.
“And now, ladies and gentleman, it is my great honor to introduce to you tonight’s commencement speaker, the President of the United States!”
We clapped as your father walked out onstage grinning with his hand lifted in the air. Despite having rubbed shoulders with all sorts of celebrities during my time in Hollywood, I found myself feeling oddly starstruck being in the presence of such power. I looked over at you, smiling at your father with a look of pride.
I’d be lying if I said I remembered what, if anything, your father said during that speech. I was too focused on the feeling of your hand in mine, the smell of your shampoo as you rested your head on my shoulder throughout most of the speech. If it helps, I think I got the sense that the crowd was loving it—but then again, public speaking had always been a talent of your father’s.
I was surprised by how ravenous I was for you. I could hardly wait for us to be alone to get into your pants. By the time his speech was over, I clapped along with the rest of the people in the crowd, knowing that I would have to have you before the night was through.
We made our way over to the reception afterwards, grabbing glasses of champagne and hors d’oeuvres as you introduced me to person after person.
“This is my boyfriend Colin,” you said, your hand on my arm as you introduced me to… oh, I don’t fucking know, the White House Communications Director?
“Nice to meet you,” I said, my hand outstretched.
You tapped me on the shoulder suddenly as you pointed towards the entrance to the room. Your father had arrived.
“Come on, come with me,” you said, grabbing me by the hand.
“You want me to meet him now?”
“He’s just here to make an appearance. We’ve got like 30 minutes before he goes back to the White House. Trust me, I have to make a fucking appointment these days if I wanna see him.”
I followed you through the crowd as we made our way towards your father. I could feel my heart beginning to beat quicker as the gravity of what was about to happen started to land on me.
I was about to meet the President of the United States.
“Dad!” you called out, waving your hand.
He was in the middle of talking to a short, bald man with wire rimmed glasses. He turned and smiled at you, then patted the man on the shoulder and walked towards us.
“Zach, glad you could make it,” he said, wrapping you in a hug. “I thought you said you weren’t coming?”
“I wanted you to meet someone,” you said. You grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to you. “This is my boyfriend Colin. Colin Baker.”
I reached my hand out and gave your dad my best winning smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. President.”
Your father shook my hand firmly, staring at me with an amused look in his eye. “Strong handshake, Mr. Baker.”
He turned back to you and smiled. “Let’s talk for a minute, Zachary. It’s been too long.”
He put his arm around you and began to lead you away. “Just a moment, Colin,” he said to me as the two of you walked off.
I stood alone in the crowd, watching as the two of you made your way over towards an open spot in the back. I could see your father talking quietly to you, the plastered grin on his face obviously belying the annoyance underneath. The look on your face laid everything clear. It made my stomach twist into knots to see how quickly your face fell.
I surreptitiously tried to move closer to get within distance of overhearing the two of you. It was difficult due to the crowded noise of the room, but neither of you was paying much attention to anything going on outside of the two of you.
“... completely ridiculous,” I heard your father say as I got closer. “I mean, really, didn’t you learn anything from the last one?”
“That’s not fair,” you said quietly. “You don’t even know him.”
“I don’t need to know him, Zachary. You don’t bring your hookups to public events.”
“He’s not a hookup, dad. He’s my boyfriend.”
I smiled at the sound of those words coming out of your mouth. I could see your father rolling his eyes before regaining his smile as his eyes wandered the crowd. He waved at someone from across the room.
“How long have you even known him?” he asked, still smiling. “A week? Two weeks? And you bring him here, with the whole world watching? Jesus, Zach, it’s like you’re deliberately trying to sabotage me at this point.”
I could see tears beginning to form in your eyes, although you did an admirable job at hiding them. I wanted to walk over and punch your dad for you, but I figured that wouldn’t go over very well.
“You would like him, you know,” you said quietly. “He’s really sweet and he’s an actor. And he’s not like the other guys. He actually cares about me.” You looked up at your dad, smiling proudly as you said, “I think I might be falling in love with him.”
My heart stopped in that moment. Was that really how you felt?
“You don’t know the first thing about what it means to be in love with someone, Zachary,” your father said. “Sex isn’t love. And when you move onto the next one, people are gonna talk, AGAIN, and it’s going to reflect poorly on me.”
I watched as you grew quiet. It took everything in me not to go over to you and take you into my arms.
“I have to make the rounds before I head out. Call your mother, she wants to do family dinner at the White House next Friday night. Just immediate family, no guests. All right?”
You nodded meekly. Your father clapped you on the shoulder, smiling broadly as he turned and rejoined the crowd. I watched as you stood there, looking numbly after him for a moment. You suddenly took a deep breath, ran your fingers through your hair, and put a smile on your face as you walked back towards the crowd.
I walked over to you and grabbed your arm. “Hey… everything okay?”
I knew it was a stupid question to ask. We were in a room full of people, it’s not as though you could afford to be anything less than okay.
You smiled at me. “I’m fine. Have they started serving the food yet?”
I grabbed your hand. “Come with me,” I said.
I pulled you out of the hall and into one of the back hallways, leading you away from the reception. I noticed one of the Secret Service agents peel away to follow us.
“Where are we going?” you said amusedly.
I tried the doors until I found one that was unlocked. It was somebody’s office, lined with bookshelves, a large wooden desk, and a sofa. I beckoned you inside, then closed the door behind us as I watched the Secret Service agent walking towards us.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “It looked like your conversation with your dad didn’t go very well.”
You pursed your lips, giving me a light eye roll. “It was fine. He’s just busy, you know, the same as he ever was.”
There was a knock at the door. “Everything okay in here, Zach?” came a voice from outside the door.
“We’re fine!” you called out. “He’s probably gonna be waiting out there for us,” you said to me.
“Let him wait,” I said. I stepped closer to you and took you into my arms. “I wanna make sure you’re okay.”
You smiled and kissed me softly on the lips. “You’re very sweet. I’m fine, trust me. I’m used to my dad. He doesn’t rattle me the way he used to.”
You grabbed my hand and started to head back to the door. “Now come on, let’s go back.”
I stayed where I was, still holding your hand. You turned around, staring at me with a puzzled look on your face.
“That wasn’t the only reason I wanted to get away.”
There was no mistaking the fire in my eyes. I pulled you back into my arms and kissed you roughly, tasting the champagne on your breath. You put your hands on my sides, holding me as I slid my tongue inside your mouth.
“Colin, we can’t-”
“We can do whatever the fuck we want. You’re the president’s son.”
I pushed you back against the desk, lifting your legs up as I continued kissing you. You wrapped your legs around me, grabbing my tie and pulling me closer into you. I shrugged off your suit jacket and began undoing the button of your shirt, eager to get my hands on your smooth skin. You loosened my tie from around my neck and yanked it off, tossing it carelessly on the ground.
“Hey!” I growled in mock annoyance. “Be careful, that’s Hugo Boss.”
I grinned wickedly. “Bad boy.”
I picked the tie up off the ground, grabbed your hands, and began to tie them with it. You looked at me with wild excitement. I don’t think you’d ever seen this side of me before. Hell, I don’t think I’d even seen this side of me before! I finished tying your hands together, then reached down to undo your belt.
Your shirt was open, revealing your mostly smooth chest. I couldn’t help but lean down and take one of your nipples into my mouth. You moaned, lifting your hands to allow me access to you. I licked and sucked your nipple for a moment, reveling in the noises you were making as I pleasured you.
I needed you now. I went back to your pants, ripping off your belt and tossing it back onto the desk. As I reached down and began to unzip your pants, I was surprised to see a shock of electric blue peeking out from underneath.
“What are you wearing?”
You smiled naughtily at me. “I thought we might get into trouble before the night was through,” you said.
I pulled your pants down to reveal an electric blue jockstrap covering your package. “Fuck,” I said, running my hands up and down your legs. I turned you around to see your bare ass, covered only by two neon yellow straps.
You bent over the desk, showing off your smooth hole to me. “You like it?” you said.
My response was to dive my face in between your cheeks, rubbing my scruff all over your hole. You moaned loudly as I pleasured your butthole using every tool at my disposal. I rubbed my face along the sensitive outside of your asshole, shoved my nose in between your cheeks and wiggled it around, flicked my tongue out to lap up and around the opening to your hole.
I wanted to do whatever I could to make you feel good. By the increasingly loud moaning and cries of “Yes, oh fuck, Colin!” I’d say I was doing pretty well. Lord knows what the Secret Service agent outside the door was thinking.
“Fuck me,” you moaned, your head leaning against the desk.
I stood up and spanked you, leaning down towards your ear. “What did you say, boy?”
“Please, please fuck me!” you whimpered.
I took my cock out of my pants and smacked it against your hole. I was in the mood to take you, no doubt about it. But first I wanted to play with you for a bit.
“I wanna hear you beg,” I said.
You moaned. “Please Colin, fuck me! I want it so badly, I wanna feel you inside me, filling me up…”
I spanked you again. “Who do you want to fuck you?” I asked.
“Colin-”
I spanked you again. “Who?”
“...Jason.”
I smirked. “You always wanted to fuck me, you said it yourself. Well, now’s your chance to get fucked by the quarterback of the football team.”
I rubbed my cock up and down your hole, desperate to shove it inside of you.
“Fuck me, Jason,” you moaned. “Fuck me like you fucked Cheryl at your parent’s cabin in the Season 2 finale!”
“Man, you really are a fan,” I laughed. “But you don’t have to ask me twice.”
I put the head of my dick up against your asshole and slowly began to push in. You cried out as you felt the pressure of my penis invading you, working its way into your tight hole.
“Fuck, your hole is so tight,” I said. I grabbed your hair and pulled your head back as I pushed deeper inside you.
I leaned down and kissed your neck, sliding my cock in up to the base as I bottomed out inside you.
“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” you moaned. I tilted your head to the side and kissed you as I began to thrust in and out. I could hear the contents of the desk rattling around as I rammed into you, our bodies heaving against the desk.
There was something so hot about fucking you in public. Your pants were pooled around your ankles, your hands still tied with my necktie as I fucked you in your bright blue jockstrap. I grabbed the back of it and gripped it tightly as I plunged my cock in and out of your hole, mounting you like a bitch in heat.
I would never get over how tight your asshole was gripped around my cock. It felt so much better than it ever had with Caroline. I wasn’t sure if it was your body that drove me wild or if it was all the other parts of you that made you irresistible.
Hearing you tell your father that you were falling in love with me had made me feel things I didn’t even know were possible. I felt so open, so vulnerable, so alive when I was inside you. I knew that I wasn’t just falling for you—I was already head over heels in love with you.
I leaned over, wrapping my arms around you and holding you close to me as I slammed my hips into you again and again. I kissed your open mouth, grunting as I squeezed you tightly. I was an animal at this point, only capable of thrusting my cock up inside you until I soiled you.
I reached my hand down and began rapidly stroking your cock. You whimpered into my mouth, your body convulsing lightly as you shuddered underneath me. After a moment, you let out a cry as you sprayed your cum across the desk. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt your asshole clamp down onto my cock, milking it.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I could only spend so long in the heaven that was in between your legs before I gave you my seed. I held your hips tightly as my sperm shot out of me, pulsing into your open hole. I could barely stand as I orgasmed, my body shaking from the pleasure I was feeling.
The only thing going through my brain at that moment was a single thought:
You were mine. You were MINE.
I pulled out of you, my knees shaking. You turned around and leaned against me, swaying softly.
“How did I get so lucky?” you asked me.
I leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips. I reached down and started untying your hands.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said.
“But what about the reception?”
“Fuck it. I wanna take you somewhere else.” I ripped my tie away from your hands and shoved it in my pocket.
You smiled. “Okay, I can get the car-”
“No,” I said, grabbing your face and looking you in the eyes. “I wanna go somewhere just the two of us. Nobody else.”
You looked at me, confused. “You mean-”
“Let’s ditch the shadows. Come on, I think we can get this window open,” I said, walking over to the back window.
I tried opening it, but it was locked. I looked around and saw the little lock at the base. I flipped it open and began to slide the window up.
“I don’t know, Colin,” you said. “I’ve never done anything like this before. What if something happened?”
I took your hand and pulled you over to me. “I won’t let anything happen to you, baby,” I said, kissing you. I slipped my hand underneath the strap of your jock and cupped your soft cheek.
You smiled at me. “Can I at least get dressed first?”
After you had gotten back into your suit, I climbed out of the window and into the bushes. I reached in after you and gave you my hand, pulling you out. You landed on your feet on the soft mulch next to me.
“This is so crazy,” you said excitedly as we crept away from the building. “Where are we even going?”
“I’m gonna call us an Uber, we just need to get past the roadblock.”
We walked around towards the front of the building. There were a few party guests hanging around outside with a few security guards posted near the entrance. Thankfully they were just building security, not Secret Service. We would just look like two party guests leaving, or so I hoped.
“Okay, you HAVE to tell me where we’re going,” you said, laughing as we walked down the street.
I pulled out my phone to call the Uber. “I told you, baby, trust me—it’s a surprise.”
To tell you the truth, I was nervous about telling you where we were going. I knew you felt kind of wary about Dominus, so I didn’t want to tell you ahead of time for fear you wouldn’t want to go. I was afraid you wouldn’t give us a chance. I could only hope you would forgive my indiscretion once you heard what he had to say.
The car arrived a few minutes later. We got in and you slid over the seat to kiss me, grabbing my face with your hands.
“I want you again,” you said softly as you rubbed up against me. “Will you fuck me when we get where we’re going?”
I laughed. “It’s not that kind of place. But I’ll fuck you after, and all night long.”
The driver dropped us off a few minutes later outside of Dominus’ house. It was a massive, Normandy-style home with a big conical roof, tucked away in one of the nicer DC neighborhoods.
“What is this place?” you asked me.
I gave you a reassuring smile and reached out my hand to you. “I want you to meet a friend of mine,” I said.
We walked up to the door. I knocked on it, my heart racing in my chest. This was the night I’d find out whether or not you really wanted to join us. I just hoped Dominus would pull out all the stops for whatever his presentation was.
Carl opened the door. “He’s expecting you,” he said gruffly, standing aside.
You looked at me curiously. “Did you tell them we were coming?”
I nodded. “It’s okay, baby. I think you’ll enjoy this.”
We walked into the house. Dominus had always enjoyed living in style, and with the millions that he had access to as the head of Ecclesium, there was no shortage to the opulence.
You looked around, taking in the artwork and the furniture.
“Well, whoever your friend is, he’s loaded-”
Before I could move a muscle, they had covered your face with a rag and grabbed you from behind. I screamed out and lunged for you but felt myself being yanked back by my arms. The pull was so strong it felt like they were going to be ripped out of my socket.
I watched you struggle in the man’s arms for a moment, your eyes wide with terror. Then you went limp.
Despite the pain in my arms, I used every ounce of my strength to try and get to you. I had never been more terrified in my life than I was in that moment.
“Zach!” I shouted, tears coming to my eyes as I screamed bloody murder.
“Enough, Colin,” came the voice from behind me.
Whoever was holding me jerked me around so that I was facing Dominus as he entered the room. He looked so unbelievably calm, you would think that we were just visiting for tea.
“What the fuck is going on?” I yelled.
He walked toward me, his arms outstretched. He put them on either side of my face and smiled.
“You did good, Colin. I knew you would come through for me, I really did.”
“What did you do to him? Is he… is he okay?”
I turned my head to see them carrying you out of the room, unconscious.
“Let him go! Get off of me-”
“Colin, it’s all right. You did what you had to do,” Dominus said calmly. “It was clear from your reports that Zach wasn’t a viable recruit. He was never going to join us, you could see that yourself. But there’s another way for him to be useful.”
“But I… I can talk to him, I can work with him, you just have to give me time-”
“I asked you to deliver him and you did. Your part is done now. Like I said, we’ll take the rest from here.” Dominus turned to walk away.
“You… you lied to me,” I said stupidly. I felt like such a fool. How could I have been so blind?
“I didn’t tell you what you didn’t need to know,” said Dominus. “But that doesn’t mean that all of your efforts had to go to waste. He can still help us survive.”
I felt like my insides were being ripped out of me. It was as though Dominus was shifting in front of me. The man I had seen for so many years as a friend, a mentor, and a genius was dissolving before my eyes into a terrifying sight.
“What are you going to do with him?” I asked.
“We’re not going to hurt him, don’t worry. But we should be able to sell him for a pretty nice sum.”
“Sell him?” My eyes widened in horror.
Dominus smirked. “Come on, Colin. How many people do you think would kill for that kind of influence? China, Iran... hell, every terrorist group in the world would jump at the opportunity to get the son of the President of the United States.”
I became sick, vomiting on the floor. I felt like I was going to pass out.
“You son a bitch,” I said weakly. “You fucking charlatan. I’m not gonna let you do this.”
Dominus kneeled down in front of me and stared into my eyes.
“Oh, Colin. I never thought that you would become an apostate. You’re my truest believer. How can you lose faith so easily?”
I spit in his face. “I’m gonna fucking kill you if you hurt him.”
Dominus laughed, wiping my spit off his face with his shirt. “Well, that’s a pretty good incentive to kill you then, isn’t it, bud? It’s a shame. I could tell you were drifting away, that you were losing faith. But I was hoping that you might see reason and understand why I need to do this.”
“How could I possibly be okay with this?”
“You were fine with lying to him when you needed to. You did everything I asked. Tell me, what is it about this guy that’s so special? I swear, you put your dick in him once and it’s like you’re whipped.”
I closed my eyes. I was so ashamed, Zach. I couldn’t stand the fact that I had delivered you directly into Dominus’ hands.
I started to cry right there in front of him. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I had betrayed you in the worst possible way and now you were taken from me forever.
“I love him…” I said through sobs.
Dominus shrugged. “Well, I hope it was worth it.”
I saw him nod at the man behind me. Suddenly I felt something heavy hit me over the back of my head. Everything went dark.
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