The Mansion Boys...and Girl

Things continue to heat up for everyone. Blaze and Garrett finally have their long awaited reunion, though it isn't without its challenges. Garrett has lots to deal with. Wagner shows his professional side and his aggressive side. Harrison realizes that his friend is a better cocksucker than he is. 

I'll be taking a short break for work this weekend and plan to continue next week. These chapters have been longer, but I hope worth the time to read. The most hated character, Joshua, takes center stage in the next chapter.

Perpetually horny Harrison usually found himself looking for some way to relieve himself during his long days at school. Twice a week, he was in class from 8:00 am until almost 8:00 pm, with a long break in the middle of the day - long enough to need to fill the time, too short to run home. 

He made some new friends when he went to school. He befriended a young professor of his and became buddies with a sort of eccentric kid named CJ, among others. CJ was not exactly hot, and definitely not unattractive. He was cute, in a kind of goofy, weird way. You usually couldn’t miss him with his brightly colored, multi-patterned clothes. He was the same age as Harrison, had bright red hair that he kept in a silly man-bun, gray eyes and fair, almost pale, skin. He was as tall and skinny as Harrison. The two made for a fun pair.

The boys both had a quirky sense of humor and liked a lot of the same things. Harrison liked having someone in his life that was just a friend. Someone he didn’t have a serious connection to. He had no issues with the people in his life, but they were more like family. This was different. Harrison also recognized that things were going to change for him and Blaze and Calista. They were all coming into their own. That would mean big changes.

CJ let on very quickly that not only was he queer - as he chose to identify - but very into Harrison. Even though he was disappointed that Harrison was taken, he was happy to fool around as much as they could. 

With some help from the professor, with whom Harrison was also having sex, there was a hidden away place on campus where he could have his fun. In one of the older buildings, there’s a basement level that isn’t used or occupied, with a few rooms that are perfect for afternoon rendezvous. 

Harrison ran into his friend in the student lounge, “Hey CJ, do you have some time this afternoon?” he said suggestively.

“If you mean do I want cum for lunch, then yes I do!” CJ responded with giddy excitement.

“Do you really have to be so loud about that?”

“Why not? I don’t care who knows that I LOVE CUM!!!” CJ hollered out as if he were the town crier.

“Jesus. Let’s go.”

The boys made their way to the secret hiding place. Harrison was feeling feisty. Having his cute friend in front of him doing as he says, was a bit invigorating. He occasionally felt his dominance come on, albeit nothing like how Justin thinks he should be. CJ was so submissive, he almost always brought this side of Harrison out, though sometimes things went differently.

While not many knew about this space, there were those who did. The room Harrison liked, with a sofa in it, seemed to be occupied by a guy plowing his girlfriend. So, they went to another room. It was a small, drab room with dreary carpeting and nothing else. It would have to do.

The boys immediately began to make out. Harrison was showing his aggression, pushing CJ against the wall and groping him pretty energetically.

“Damn, dude, you really want it today!” CJ said flirtatiously.

“You know I always do. Strip for me. Like you do. You know.”

CJ pushed Harrison back and did this seductive little striptease that Harrison enjoyed. After he stripped, Harrison took some time to admire his subject, “undo that bun” he demanded of his friend. When Harrison saw his amazing red hair flow freely, it was the first thing he ran his hands through. He then began to survey CJ with his hands, moving them all along CJ’s body, starting with his face. Harrison slowly explored his chest, arms, back and hands as he walked around his subject like he was a horse he was looking to purchase. 

Harrison was pleased with the size of CJ’s cock. It wasn’t huge, maybe only about seven inches, but it was very nice with a slight bend downward and a bulge in the middle. It was a good mouthful and felt good when CJ fucked him, though that wasn’t happening today. He took CJ’s cock in his hands and stroked it a little. He then stepped back and smiled at CJ.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees and show your friend how much you adore him.” CJ rolled his eyes. He always felt like Harrison just wasn’t convincing enough when he tried to be dominant. He found it humorous and always made sure Harrison knew that. 

“What? Come on!” Harrison was annoyed at CJ’s reaction to his demand. “Fine! Just blow me already.” CJ needed no other prompting as he fell to his knees and rubbed his face against Harrison’s crotch, pulling things back into the moment. Harrison ran his hands over CJ’s head while CJ purred and gently nibbled at his hard rod through his jeans. CJ undid Harrison’s pants and let his stiff ten inches slap him in the face. 

“Damn, Harry, I do love your penisaurus maximus!” CJ smacked himself in the face a few more times with Harrison’s hard dick. CJ liked to come up with a new name for it every time he saw it. Harrison let out a big annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes. There was nothing that CJ took seriously.

With a bit of a giggle, CJ got down to business. He started with long, slow licks from top to bottom, then teased a little with his tongue on the head. Soon, CJ started deepthroating Harrison, licking the base of his cock with his tongue while he was deep inside his mouth. CJ constantly moaned and gave Harrison lustful looks. Harrison probably would never admit this to anyone, but he thought CJ might even be a better cocksucker than he was. 

Harrison grabbed the back of CJ’s head and began to thrust. “No, no Harry-O. Not this time. Please. Let me do all the work,” CJ smirked as he cut short the face fucking he was about to get. Exasperated, Harrison said, “fiiiinnnnnne!” CJ grinned. He loved messing with Harrison as much as he loved blowing him. He quickly returned to sliding the monster cock in and out of his mouth, slurping and sucking with gusto.

Lost in the moment, and forgetting that he wasn’t the one against the wall, Harrison leaned backward to let CJ have at him. With his pants around his ankles, he lost his balance and fell over. “Isn’t that adorable, you dope,” CJ said, laughing at Harrison’s gracelessness, “you’re really on your game today.” “PFFFFT,” Harrison scoffed and leaned back on his arms, trying to regain his composure. He clumsily tried to kick off his jeans, but was having trouble. CJ chuckled and pulled his pants off and made his snack fully accessible. 

“You are having too much fucking fun at my expense.” Harrison’s feelings of dominance were long gone at this point.

Still snickering, CJ moved back onto Harrison’s cock. He bobbed up and down, stroking the shaft and sucking for dear life, swallowing all ten inches in one gulp every time. 

“Fuck Ceej! Yeahhhh. Ohhhhh fuck. So fucking good,” Harrison gasped, “AHHHHH, so fucking good.” Knowing they had plenty of time, and how much Harrison loved the way CJ blew him, CJ sucked his cock for nearly an hour. 

CJ wouldn’t let Harrison cum in that whole time. He can tell when Harrison is close because of the way he moves and how hard he feels in his mouth, so he backs off a few times to keep his buddy on edge. CJ would edge him, then back off, edge, then back off. To keep things interesting, CJ would also squeeze and tug on Harrison’s low hanging balls and slide his fingers in and out of his ass.

CJ was driving Harrison wild. Harrison couldn’t care less that he wasn’t in control. Regardless of Harrison’s intentions, this is usually how things went.

Finally, when CJ felt like it was time for Harrison to cum, he deepthroated him non-stop, ravenously, giving all of his effort. Harrison needed to cum and cum now. He grabbed CJ’s head and forced it down on his cock, making him gag and choke. Harrison let loose an orgasm that was so intense, it spread through his whole body and went on for at least a minute. CJ guzzled every last drop of seed being pumped into him. Harrison lost track of where he was and just became lost in the pleasure. Without touching himself, CJ shook and groaned as he blasted his own load onto the carpeting, creating a puddle of cum beneath him.

The two boys didn’t move for almost half an hour. They just laid there trying to pull themselves back to reality. They had to get to class in 20 minutes.

* * *

This was the day they were going to pick up Garrett. He was scared to death. He was going to wear one of his custom suits, but Wagner told him not to. He said he should look like he does everyday so he didn’t make Garrett feel uncomfortable. He put on a pair of tight fitting jeans and a hoodie. It was basically something he’d wear when they were together. He also put the glow stick necklace on. Just like the little moose with Claes, it was the one thing he had to remember Garrett by.

Wagner was waiting outside the hotel in Kansas City. He put them up at the swanky Ambassador Hotel, each in their own suite. He also went all out and rented a Bentley. He wanted everything about this trip to be special for Blaze, plus he liked being extravagant, and spending Jack’s money frivolously. Blaze was late and Wagner was becoming impatient.

Blaze had finally gotten up the nerve to leave his room and appeared in the car.

“You’re fucking late. You know I don’t fucking like it when people are fucking late,” Wagner snarled at Blaze as he got settled. “What the fuck is that shit around your fucking neck?”

“It’s…it’s a glow stick.”

“A fucking glow stick? You know we’re not fucking going to a fucking rave, right?”

Blaze just looked down into his lap. He was so nervous, and now he felt embarrassed. He was wondering if he should even go through with this. It was obvious to Wagner that he wasn’t making him feel any better.

“Ok, ok. I’m fucking sorry. We all know I’m a fucking asshole. You look fine.” Wagner reached out and put his hand on Blaze’s thigh as he pulled into traffic. “Kid, you’re going to be fucking fine. You did good. Just what I fucking told you.” Blaze turned and gave him the slightest of smiles.

“Thank you, Wagner.”

“Yeah whatever. Tell me another fucking story. With this traffic, we’ve got a fucking hours drive. One of those fucking hot stories about your fucking tricks like you told me at fucking dinner last night.”

Wagner frequently made Blaze tell him about his sexual encounters. He liked hearing about who Blaze fucked or who he dominated. It was a little thing between them. Blaze enjoyed how much Wagner liked them and liked to reminisce about some of his more fun tricks. Since the Congressman was helpful in making all of this happen, Blaze decided to tell that story. He was too far into the story before he realized that he shouldn’t have told it. He’d never told anyone about the Congressman, at least not specifically. 

“Please don’t say anything! Ohhhh, please don’t. He’ll be so mad. He helped us! Jack doesn’t know about this!”

“HA! Do you happen to know that Jack fucking made that kid what the fuck he is today?”

“He did what? Jack got him into Congress?”

“Jack hooked that fucking kid up with that fucking congressional seat. He fucking made it happen. That fucking kid owes Jack everyfuckingthing. He’s probably going to fucking make him a fucking Senator.”

“Oh shit. I am always amazed at what he can do. Jack is gonna be pissed. I should have told him. Damn.”

“Jack Holden is easily one of the biggest fucking power brokers anywhere, and almost completely under the fucking radar. Fucking awesome. Now, stop fucking worrying about that and fucking tell me more about how you invaded Congressman Martin’s fucking ass!”

Just then, they arrived at the prison. It was surrounded by walls and fences and lots of razor wire. They pulled up to the gate. Blaze was spared anymore talk about the kinky Congressman and his hungry ass.

“Wagner Matthews, I’m the attorney for Garrett Dunn. This is Ignatius Lucien Archambault.” Wagner politely said to the guard as he handed him his card and their IDs. Blaze hated hearing his full name. “We’re meeting with Director Andrews and Warden Lake.” This was the first time Blaze had ever heard Wagner speak without cursing.

The guard directed them to park their car and they were taken in a van to a security facility. After multiple security checks, screenings and very aggressive friskings, they were sent to another building. He wouldn’t dare say it out loud, but Blaze was aroused by the rough handling of the guards. They seemed to be extra rough on purpose. They made Blaze leave the glow stick in a lock box, along with their phones, pens and anything else they had.

They waited in a drab, institutional room, sitting in uncomfortable chairs. There were several unhappy looking people waiting as well. Blaze had so many questions, but he didn’t dare speak for fear of pissing Wagner off. Wagner was the picture of professionalism and politeness. It was weird seeing him act so differently. Blaze knew he knew what he was doing. They were finally brought to an office where they waited some more.

It was a very dated, but slightly nicer room than any other they’d been in. As they waited in the dark, wood paneled room, sitting on a leather couch, Wagner finally said something.

“We’re really fucking close. I know this fucking waiting is a fucking pain, but they want to feel fucking superior to us fucking plebians. Fucking assholes.” Wagner whispered. Blaze was happy to hear the Wagner he knew. It was somehow comforting.

The Warden finally showed up with the Director. They exchanged a few pleasantries with Wagner and handed him some paperwork. Wagner signed a bunch of things. He wrapped things up by handing the Director an envelope. The Director immediately opened it and showed it to the Warden. 

“Thank you Mr. Matthews and please thank Mr. Holden. Your very, very,” the Director looked over at the Warden with a huge grin, “very generous contribution to the expansion of our VA Hospital is very much appreciated. Sgt. Escobar will take you to the gate where Mr. Dunn will be turned over to your custody. Have a good day.” 

The men walked away and the sergeant took them back outside to the gate. They waited another 30 minutes. Blaze was a wreck, literally shaking in his shoes and sweating profusely. Wagner assured him it would be ok. Finally, a door opened and a guard walked Garrett to an interior gate where another guard took him to the exterior gate. 

The gate opened and Garrett walked out. All the times he played this through in his head, he imagined walking out of the gate and opening his arms and Blaze running to him and jumping in them. That’s not how this played out.

Garrett had been through hell over the last four years. He tried hard to keep himself together, but it wasn’t easy. The physical and sexual abuse really took a toll on him. Blaze was in shock at how different Garrett looked. He could see the boy he fell in love with, but he was just a shadow of his former self. His cheeky, strong, solid party boy was now a subdued, debilitated, less substantive man. The boy who saved his life now needed saving himself. It wasn’t what Blaze expected, at least he never allowed himself to expect it.

The thick brown hair Garrett used to put a ton of product in, was shaved off into a buzzcut. His pretty green eyes seemed vacant and his glasses were cracked and held together with some tape on the side. He was wearing a bland gray shirt and jeans. He had on worn out brown shoes. He was a very far cry from the hip and stylishly dressed club kid he used to be. The guard handed Garrett a small plastic bag that appeared to have a few personal belongings in it. Garrett took it from him and dropped it in the trash can nearby, confounding Blaze. As he looked up at Blaze, the gate closed behind him. He knew he was free. He eked out a smile and just stood there.

Wagner smacked Blaze in the back. “Fucking go to him you fucking moron.”

Slowly, Blaze approached Garrett. He was doing his best to be strong, even though he had become more emotional since he’d left the streets. A few tears ran down his face, he couldn’t help it, but he still managed to smile. He really wanted to just run and jump on Garrett, but thought better of it. He finally was in front of him and he just reached around and gave him a big hug.

Garrett just stood there at first. Then, he wrapped his arms around Blaze. He just melted as he hugged his boy in return. It was the first loving touch he’d received in years. Blaze was taken aback at how different Garrett’s body felt. It was muscular, but thinner.

“Fuck, this is awesome.”

“I am so happy we got you out of there.”

“Yeah, speaking of, can we get the fuck out of here?”

Garrett wanted to get as far away from the prison as possible. 

The van was waiting to take them to their car. The items they left in the lock box were handed to them in a bag. Blaze started to make an introduction to Wagner.

Wagner was back in his polite mode. “You’ll hear more about me later. You two take your time getting reacquainted,” he said as he put his hand on Garrett’s shoulder.

When they got to the car, Wagner had them get in the back seat together. “Today you get a fucking driver. Don’t ever fucking expect this again. Chill the fuck out, take your fucking time and make the fucking most of this Hallmark fucking moment.” Polite Wagner didn’t last long.

“He’s really not so bad. You’ll see,” Blaze assured a perplexed Garrett.

Once they were on the road, Blaze went to put his arms around Garrett. He gently pushed back, “I really need a minute, ok? This is a lot right now. I-I want to, but…”

“Yeah, dude. Whatever you need. No hurries. I’m here whenever.” Blaze wanted to show Garrett the glow stick, but decided to wait.

Everyone sat quietly for the rest of the car ride.

***

Jack was working at his home office with Justin. They were going over real estate stuff - Jack owned a lot of it and Justin managed most of it. Jack’s phone rang. Without even looking at it, he picked it up and answered. 

“I’m at the airport. Send me a car.”

“You’re where? Joshua?”

Justin’s face went red.

“I see you’re as dense as always. I told you I was coming.”

“Yes, you did. Sorry. I will send someone now. Do you need anything else? How can I please you?”

“Ah, much better. That’s the compliant attitude I expect from my bitch. You know you are forever my little bitch, right?”

“Yes, Joshua, I know. I’m sorry I disappointed you.”

“You always do. I don’t need anything else right now. I’m coming to my mansion. Make sure I feel welcome. I can’t wait to meet your little boys.”

“Of course, Joshua. I look forward to serving you.”

Jack hung up the phone with a distressed look on his face. Justin was not pleased.

“Are. You. FUCKING. Serious!?”

“Justin, please…”

“Please nothing Jack. Don’t fucking do this. Why, Jack? WHY?”

“Justin, I will deal with it.”

“THE FUCK YOU WILL!” Justin stood up and shouted at Jack. “You won’t Jack. You never do. We have all told you to banish that piece of shit from your life. You have everything now. DON’T FUCK IT UP. Nothing good will come of a visit from that fucker.”

Jack knew Justin was right, yet somehow just hearing Joshua’s voice sent him right back to his unexplainable devotion to him. Jack’s submission to someone so horrible is something not even he understands. Justin was so upset he ended their meeting.

“Why don’t you want to be happy, Jack?” Justin asked with a dismayed tone. 

“I do. I…whatever. Maybe I’m permanently broken.”

“You’re not! There’s a really great human in there who will never be free, be happy, be anything other than miserable as long as that fuck degenerate holds power over you. This is your chance. Fucking end it now while you have EVERY FUCKING THING you’ve ever wanted.”

Jack slammed his head down on his desk.

“You need to tell the others. You also need to tell them to stay the fuck away from him. What Alex did to Calista should be enough for you to end these fucking dangerous relationships.”

“Yes, I know Justin. I will deal with it! Just go already.”

“So fucking rich and powerful. The fucking kingmaker. Doing so much good in the world and you can’t even get your own miserable fucking life even remotely on track.” Justin leaned over Jack’s desk and grabbed his face by the chin, “Jack, you can’t fuck this up. Harrison is the best thing that has ever happened to you.” Jack looked like he was distracted, Justin smacked him in the face pretty hard. “I love you buddy, I really do, but if you fuck this up I can’t be here for you anymore. You will lose so much. Just fucking get rid of him. Use your fucking power to take care of him. Whatever works, Jack, just do it. I’m glad Blaze is out of town. I’ll protect Calista. You need to step up and protect that boy who loves the fuck out of you.”

When Justin left, he slammed the door so hard he knocked pictures off the wall. Jack reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle of scotch. He didn’t even pour it into a glass, he just took a huge swig. He put his elbows on his desk and his face in his hands. He was more afraid of himself at that moment. Afraid of his own inaction, of his desperate loyalty to the worst person he’d ever met. He was letting depression rule over him again. He had to get it together. 

He already knew he was going to fail.

* * *

When they arrived at the hotel, Wagner pulled the boys aside. A more formal introduction of Wagner was made. He offered to buy celebratory drinks, but Garrett declined.

“Sorry, man. I haven’t touched anything since, well,” Garrett went quiet for a minute. He looked down to the ground and turned away. It was obvious there was a story here that he wasn’t ready to tell. He continued, “let’s just say I’m sober, cool?

“Fuck yeah. You fucking do you. If it’s fucking cool with you, I’m having a fucking drink. Give me a few fucking minutes to catch you the fuck up and then I’ll leave you two fucking lovebirds to do whatever the fuck you do.”

Blaze really wanted a drink to calm his nerves, but he decided to pass in solidarity with Garrett. He was still nervous about this reunion and was afraid Garrett had been through so much, things might not be the same, or at least something close.

Wagner gave Garrett a quick rundown of things. He knew the boys wanted to be alone and he saw that Garrett was struggling with this sudden change in his life, even if it was a good thing. He offered to take them to dinner if they wanted, Blaze gave him a firm maybe. From there, the boys went to their room and Wagner went to the bar.

It was early evening and the bar was busy with happy hour. There was a convention at the hotel and most of the attendees were filling up the bar. Wagner managed to snag a seat at one corner. He ordered a Manhattan and texted Jack and Bon with an update. He played on his phone and kept texting through a second drink. He was infuriated when Jack told him Joshua was there, but knew he wasn’t going to do anything about it right then.

He knew the boys weren’t going to have dinner with him. He understood why.

The bartender was intriguing to Wagner. He wasn’t the usual twinky boy he would go for. This guy was much closer to Wagner’s age, had tattoos everywhere and had a thick beard and long, messy hair. He wore a tight black t-shirt and tight jeans. Wagner was horny and this looked like as good a target as any in the bar at the moment, especially since he really didn’t want to be bothered going anywhere else or messing around with apps or escorts.

“You have a really nice fucking ass,” Wagner barked at the bartender.

“I’d tell you that was rude if it wasn’t so spot on.” The bartender looked at his phone, “you’re in luck. I’m done here in 45 minutes.”

“Well god damn, that was easy.”

“Lucky you, huh?”

After the 45 minutes passed, the bartender leaned in close to Wagner, “look, I don’t have a lot of time and I can’t be seen leaving here with you or going to your room. Walk out the front door, turn right, go past the other building and follow the alley. I’ll be back there.”

“Fuck yeah. I love a good, dirty, alley fuck.”

Wagner followed the bartender’s directions and as promised, he was there, leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. The bartender had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. Wagner was not the nicest guy with most people and was always pretty rough on tricks like this.

“Hey man,” the bartender said casually.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m not here to be your fucking buddy.” Wagner snapped as he grabbed the cigarette and flung it away. 

Wagner roughly grabbed the bartender by his hair and slammed him, face down, on the nearby dumpster. “Jesus fucking Christ, dude! What the fuck?!?” The bartender tried to wriggle away. He struggled against Wagner’s force - Wagner was much stronger than him. “You’re gonna make this fucking worse if you keep that shit up. Don’t fucking move.” The bartender was thinking he had made a mistake. 

Wagner pulled his belt off and wrapped it around the guy’s hands tying them tightly behind his back. “Hey, man, come on…seriously…I’m not looking to…” Wagner cut him off with another slam to the dumpster. “I said, shut the fuck up.” The guy now had a pretty nasty bruise on his face. Wagner unbuttoned the guy’s pants and pulled them down, exposing his tight, tattooed ass. “Fucking weirdo.”

Pulling down his own pants, Wagner kicked the bartender’s legs apart and stepped between them. Satisfied he had him right where he wanted, he proceeded to press his thick, hard nine inch cock into his surprisingly tight ass. The bartender’s eyes widened in shock as Wagner fucked him hard. At first he struggled against him, but it wasn't long before he was arching into him as his assailant buried himself deeper and deeper.

"Your fucking ass will be dripping with my fucking load," Wagner told him as he pounded the guy’s ass, "I'm going to fucking violate your ass so fucking hard that you will be fucking feeling it for fucking weeks.” The guy tried to say something, but his words were muffled from his face being pressed against the dumpster lid. Wagner just kept going, “every fucking time you sit the fuck down you will remember how my fucking cock felt buried in your fucking ass."

With that Wagner drove his length even harder into the guy’s ass, enjoying the feel of the warm tunnel wrapped tightly around his cock. Not bothering to give him time to adjust, he set a more brutal pace, his hands gripping the guy’s waist hard enough to leave bruises. Wagner jackhammered the guy into oblivion. 

It wasn't long before Wagner felt his balls tighten, before he would cum, he pulled out. He grabbed the guy’s hair and yanked him back, then forced him to the ground. The guy fell over on his side.

"Up slut," he said, “on your fucking knees,” Wagner barked as he leaned down and dragged him back up, ignoring how he winced. In a few seconds he had the guy on his knees before him, hands still tied behind his back. He blinked up at him confused, slightly out of it and feeling completely humiliated. His sizable cock was fully erect and pouring precum.

"You didn't think we were done did you?" Wagner snapped, as he grabbed his cock, brought it to his mouth and traced his lips, before slapping his face with his messy dick. He repeated the action several times, before burying his hands in the guy’s thick hair and pulling his face down to his thick tool.

"Open fucking wide, slut. Suck my fucking dick clean!" he growled, pressing his dick to the guy’s lips. He complied and Wagner slid into his mouth. For a moment he just stood there, enjoying the feel. 

Holding his head tightly with both hands, Wagner pulled out and slammed back in, bashing the guy’s head against the dumpster from the force. His balls were pressed against face. He felt him gag slightly on the length and then repeated the motion, his pace increasing, until the guy’s throat tightened. Wagner loved the feeling of his tight throat on his cock while the guy was gagging. Spurred on by the feel of him chocking on his cock Wagner fucked the guy’s mouth even harder until he was about to explode. At last he pulled back and shot trails of cum all over his face. Fully spent, he knelt down and grabbed the guy’s shirt and wiped his dick clean.

The bartender slumped to the ground, choking and coughing. Wagner rolled him over with his foot, leaving the guy with his ass exposed. He untied his hands and took his belt back. Leaving him dripping in cum and puke on the ground, he turned to walk away. Adding insult to injury, Wagner threw a $100 bill at the guy.

* * *

Blaze and Garrett quietly went up to Blaze’s suite. “Wow, things really have changed for you, haven’t they? Garrett sneered. 

“Hey, come on. There’s a lot to tell you. It’s all really amazing. Trust me, I was skeptical too. I promise, it’s going to be ok.” 

“I know. I’m just not sure who to trust anymore. You know what I was like before. This..this…this fucking nightmare…” Garrett fought through tears to finish his thought, “it is so fucked up. You don’t know what I’ve been through.”

A tearful Blaze opened his arms, “I don’t know. All I know is it was beyond horrible. I’m here for you. Whenever you’re ready.” 

“How could someone do this to me? Why me?”

Garrett looked around the room, trying to brush off his crying. He knew deep down that Blaze was really here for him. He was just so unsure of anything anymore. It seemed too good to be true that he was not only free, but could be with Blaze and didn’t have to worry about working or money or anything?

Instead of stepping into his open arms, Garrett just plopped himself down on the couch. Blaze was disappointed, but understood. “Can we get some food?” Garrett realized he could finally have real food again. “Sure, they have a killer room service menu.” Blaze scurried over to the wet bar and grabbed the menu and tossed it at Garrett. “We have anything you could want to drink,” catching himself, he added, “nonalcoholic stuff too. They’ll get us anything we want.” 

“This is going to sound stupid, but I really want juice, like all the juice. Orange, cranberry, grap, apple, all of it. The shit at the prison was like paint thinner.” Blaze remembered how Garrett always had tons of juice at his apartment and how he drank a ton of it at the clubs. He saw this exchange as progress. “Done!” They figured out food and Blaze ordered everything.

Blaze grabbed the bag from earlier in the day. He had one more thought to see if he could pull Garrett back and gain some level of trust. 

“I kept this after you were gone. You gave it to me the first time we partied.” He held up the glow stick. “I saved it to remember you. I kept it under my pillow in the tent. I still do at home.” 

That seemed to do it.

Garrett immediately lunged at Blaze and hugged him as tightly as he could. The tears finally flowed as the two boys held each other for dear life. They hugged for a solid ten minutes, not saying a word, just holding each other tightly. As the hug loosened up, Blaze pushed away and looked right into Garrett’s eyes.

“You said ‘I love you’ on the call yesterday.” Blaze said through tears.

Garrett laughed. “Yeah boy. I did. What the fuck of it?”

Blaze laughed and sniffled. That response was the best sign he had all day. He wiped away his tears, grabbed Garrett by his shoulders and said sweetly, “I love you so much, man.” He then pulled him in for a kiss. They kissed deeply and made out for a long while. It was going to be ok.

The knocking at the door broke the mood. Room service had arrived.

* * *

The boys devoured their food. Eating real food seemed to put Garrett in better spirits. Blaze laughed at how much he enjoyed the completely exhaustive array of juices that were sent up. They had a great laugh over Blaze presenting each one like a fine wine. They had everything from orange and apple to unusual things, to Garrett and Blaze at least, like guava and beet juice. No one liked the beet juice.

They were wiped out, and in a food coma, so they went up to the loft and crashed in bed. Blaze held on to Garrett, resting his head on his chest, lulled to sleep by his heartbeat. Garrett stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to distance himself from the stress and doubts. He knew he’d get there, it would just take some time. Blaze assured him that he had whatever he needed at his disposal. Garrett eventually drifted off, taking in the slightly sweaty smell of Blaze’s hair. He loved that smell.

Hours later, Blaze woke up. He stared at Garrett for a few minutes and then leaned in to give him a peck on his lips. This brought Garrett back to life and he looked over and smiled at his boy. This was the first comfortable sleep he’d had in years. 

Blaze leaned in again and they kissed some more. At first they were slow and deliberate. Blaze didn’t know what Garrett had been through in prison, but he suspected it wasn't pleasant. He would let Garrett lead the way. He didn’t want to push too hard. They continued to softly kiss one another, Blaze eventually climbing on top of Garrett. 

“Is this ok?” Blaze asked softly. Garrett nodded yes.

The pace soon picked up and Garrett kicked his shoes off. Blaze started pulling his shirt off, then began to pull off Garrett’s. Blaze’s lips went straight to his nipples. He let out a soft moan as Blaze gently nibbled and licked his nips. Garrett somehow unbuckled his belt while Blaze was servicing his chest and pushed his pants to the floor.

Then Garrett abruptly stopped and pushed off of Blaze. “Goddamn. I’m sorry boy.”

“It’s OK. We can go slow. This can’t be easy.” Blaze paused for a moment to look at Garrett’s body more closely. He ran his hand over Garrett’s chest, “Jesus, man, What the fuck did they do to you? Oh no, forget I asked. Damn.”

“Ugh. It’s OK. Fuck. So much shit just blew through my mind when you licked me like that.”

“Don’t go there if you don’t want to. You don’t need to.”

“I gotta get this shit out. It was like my first fucking week there, this fucking dude licked me like I was an ice cream come. He was fucking creepy, disgusting. He had this sinister fucking laugh.” Garrett looked distressed. “Then the fucker bit me! Look! Right through my fucking skin!” He pointed to a scar that was definitely a human bite mark.

“Fuck Garrett. I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to be. This is what is going to happen for a while. Fucking PTSD and shit.”

“I don’t know what to say. I’m just here, Garrett. Right fucking here. All the time.”

“Do you think the guards took care of me? Fuck no! They poured goddamn rubbing alcohol right the fuck on it. That fucking hurts!! I screamed like a baby. That got my ass kicked, but not before I got fucked by that guard while his asshole buddies watched.”

Blaze reached over and hugged Garrett while he let out a good cry.

“Maybe I should have a drink. You choose.”

“OK! You’re sure?” Garrett glared at him. “Yeah, fuck, you’re sure.” Blaze ran down to the wet bar and poured two glasses of bourbon. He ran up and handed one off to Garrett. “It’s the expensive shit.”

The boys cuddled and quietly sipped their drinks. Garrett finally calmed down enough and was feeling amorous again.

With a sweet, but evil grin, Garrett gently pushed Blaze onto his back on the giant king bed. He straddled his boy and kissed him deeply, running his hands up and down Blaze’s toned body. Blaze wondered what he did that made his hands so rough. They continued to become more comfortable and more aroused. They rolled around on the bed, tearing off clothes and advancing on each other, kissing, licking, biting. 

As Garrett wrestled with Blaze, he caught one of his many tattoos in the mirror. 

“Fuck. We might as well get this out of the way”

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Come on boy, you have noticed all of this lovely fucking artwork on me, right”

“I did. I didn’t want to upset you again. You were having fun again.”

Garrett kissed Blaze and leaned back. “Let me give you a tour of the museum of fucking Paco, my owner. He kept out of trouble, but it wasn’t pretty. He liked to mark me.”

Garrett started with the two crude tattoos on his arms. One was his owner’s name in a heart, ‘Paco’ written in a poorly executed script in black ink. The other arm had the word ‘owned’ in big, block letters running down it. The two most humiliating were ‘bitch’ across his chest - done crookedly and off center - and ‘cunt’ right over his ass. Paco’s name was tattooed in several other places, including ‘Paco’s Propurty’ on his back.”These stupid fuckers couldn’t even get this shit right. They fucking spelled property wrong!” Blaze laughed and then stopped himself. “Go ahead, it is fucking funny. I gotta laugh.”

Garrett went over some of the other marks he received, cuts, scars, burns; and how he worked out everyday to please his owner. It was tough for Blaze to hear and even harder for Garrett to relive, so he said he’d share more another time. He finished his bourbon and went back to kissing Blaze.

The naked boys continued their romp. Eventually, Garrett ended up on his stomach. Blaze did giggle seeing the word property spelled wrong. “I’m not sure I’m ever not going to laugh at that.” Garrett just sighed into his pillow. 

Garrett's ass cheeks were very smooth but with a light dusting of brown hairs in his crack. Blaze put his nose to it and breathed in deeply smelling that slightly dirty, sweaty man’s ass smell. Blaze got in between his legs and darted his tongue around to graze the sparse brown pubes around his abused hole. Garrett groaned as the wetness of Blaze’s tongue finally made  contact with the rim of his hole. Seeing how hard Garrett’s ass had been used made Blaze sad for a moment. They’d talk about that another day.

Blaze went to licking Garrett’s shaved balls. Garrett hummed as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Blaze moved on to lick the shaft of Garrett’s girthy, almost ten inch cock. Garrett rolled over as Blaze’s tongue continued its course around the head of his dick and then right to taking Garrett’s entire cock head into his throat. Blaze saw how Garrett’s pubes were shaved, he kind of liked it. Garrett’s head was finally filled with real desire again, with the boy he really wants to be with, not faking it with some gross creep.

Blaze’s mouth consumed Garrett’s rock hard cock as he slurped up and down on it. He then renewed his tongue's assault on Garrett’s puckered hole. Garrett swung around into the 69 position and put Blaze’s cock head to his lips and eagerly took it into his mouth, finally sucking a cock by his own will and not having one he was disgusted by forced down his throat. Blaze’s cock sunk all the way down Garrett’s throat as he pushed his tongue into him. 

They kept up their oral fun, switching back and forth on each other, devouring each other’s bodies. Garrett was finally feeling more like himself. Memories of the way he used to play with his boy started to come back, even though they competed in his head with the painful memories he wanted to forget. He had to keep fighting them. He needed to show his boy how much he missed him - and he needed to finally regain the sexual pleasure that was taken from him. . 

He pushed Blaze onto his back and shoved his legs up over his head, then Garrett grabbed on to his rigid member and forced it up into Blaze’s tight hole. Passion hit him full force as he began to rapidly plunge his cock in and out of Blaze’s ass. Their bodies pressed together heatedly against each other, Garrett’s cock deep inside his boy, breathing heavily as their lips pressed together.

Both boys dreamed of this moment when they could feel each other in their raw emotion for one another. Garrett grabbed Blaze’s hands and held them over his head, curling his fingers around his. His kiss was constant, though with his eyes half open, peeking at the boy he missed so much. He had to be sure this wasn’t a product of his imagination.

Blaze’s breathing was more of a pant and he was moaning all the while as Garrett continued to thrust himself in and out of his boy. Suddenly Blaze cried out, "oh fffffuck!" His cock was spurting cum all over both their chests as Garrett slid in and out. He'd cum all over them both without either one touching his cock.

As his own body alerted him to his pending orgasm, Garrett leaned back, pulled Blaze’s legs up to his shoulders and started pounding him even harder. After about five more minutes of intense fucking, Garrett growled as his cock blasted out more loads of cum than he thought was possible. 

Garrett pulled out and rolled over on to his back, next to Blaze, both of them gasping for air. They had given themselves quite a workout. As they lay there next to each other, they held hands, comfortable and happy knowing they were together again.

“I will never leave you again, Blaze. Never. I love you so much.”

“I will never let you go again. I love you, Garrett.”