The Mansion Boys...and Girl

“I’m pretty impressed with how quickly you’ve healed,” Dr. Tern said to Harrison, “it’s like you’re Wolverine or Deadpool or something.”

“Oooohhh. Wolverine. I could get used to being called that from now on,” said Harrison as he playfully swiped at Jack like he had razors coming out of his hands. “Deadpool works too. They’re both kinda hot.”

“Thanks Alistair, now look at what you’ve done.”

Actually, Jack kind of liked the idea of Harrison dressed up as a superhero. He made a mental note for later, thinking it might be a fun way to play sometime. Aidan seemed to figure what Jack was thinking.

“You know, I have a Spiderman suit.”

***

That was a little over a week ago. Harrison’s speedy recovery continued on smoothly once they got home. Everyone was trying to get back into a normal groove. School, work, play - all were back on the menu. 

Jack started to finally realize that he had everything he could ask for and, for maybe the first time in his life, he could actually say he was happy - and mean it. The incident with Harrison really woke him up, but also, getting rid of Joshua was a major burden lifted off of him. He still had his issues, but he knew things were going to be OK. It was getting close to election season and his schedule was picking up rapidly. He kept Blaze close as he delved into his workload. Jack had plans for Blaze, even if Blaze didn’t know that yet.

The emotional effects of the incident didn’t seem to affect Harrison at all. He was always a happy person, no matter what was thrown his way. He had a practical approach to life. His gift for maintaining a positive outlook all the time and his groundedness helped Harrison overcome what would have otherwise broken someone. He also found himself even deeper in love with Jack, as if that were even possible.

For Blaze and Garrett, it was a mildly rough time, but they were making a lot of progres with one another. They hadn’t left the mansion in a week aside from Blaze going to work. The prison experience still weighed heavily on Garrett. At times the PTSD that he dealt with was debilitating, but with Blaze there to support him and about to start sessions with a therapist, he was going to get through it. Moving into the mansion meant he now had an instant family. Having loving and supportive people around him - and unlimited resources - were going to still take some time to get used to. Blaze found himself on much more solid footing too. Having Garrett to worry about was helping him and he also sought therapy to manage his depression.

Calista was finally ready to take the first real step toward transitioning. Her visits with her doctors had gone very well and it was determined that she was ready to take hormones. Calista couldn’t be happier that she was finally going to be her true self, through and through. She was lucky to have such overwhelming support from everyone around her. She was also fortunate that Jack gave her the financial support she needed, and introduced her to Dr. Tern. She was also making friends and becoming more independent. Mistress Calista was also a real thing now and she was exploring being a Dominatrix for fun and maybe money. The only real complication she had was her feelings for Justin.

For the first time in his life, Justin was taking stock of where he’d been and where he was going. He was tired of dating, tired of the boys who didn’t understand him, tired of weak boys and men who couldn’t handle him. He always thought of himself as a loner, but seeing all of the relationships around him triggered different thoughts. Of course, Calista was right there waiting for him. He still fought that idea. He felt that deep down, he was a dangerous and violent person. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ever did something to seriously hurt her, however unintentional it might be. He also couldn’t get her off of his mind.

Brayden and Jarrin were overwhelmed by Jack’s generosity. He took them in, gave them a room at the mansion and was helping to get their lives in order. Over breakfast one morning, Jack had a good talk with Brayden and it gave him an idea. In the coming weeks, he would pursue something that would not only benefit the boys, but also help some other folks out.

Finally, there was Aidan. He was in a state of confusion. The first couple of weeks after meeting Calista and everyone else were a whirlwind, even though he tried to keep things the same. He just breezed through it all, having fun along the way. His Mom had helped to ground him a little and he was now trying to figure out his place in it all. He went back to the bathhouse and resumed his exploits there. He thought it would take his mind off of his feelings. It wasn’t working.

***

Aidan was mature well beyond his years. He never really felt comfortable with people his own age. Harrison and Calista are really the first people close to his age that he feels comfortable around and actually enjoys being with. It was Jack that had captured his imagination - and pretty much every other feeling he had.

For all of his existence, Aidan had never really had feelings for others. He loved his dad and it still makes him sad to think about him being gone. He loves his mother more than anything and seeing her go from being stressed about life to enjoying herself gives him great joy. Aside from that, Aidan didn’t feel much for other people. He liked some people, but generally disliked most. Suddenly, he was surrounded by people he liked, even loved. Jack, though, brought out feelings Aidan didn’t think were possible in himself. It scared him a little.

Being omnisexual, Aidan is pretty much into everyone. He tends to overlook gender, sexuality, or appearances. Different people give off different vibes that he either reacts to or not. He’s always had a soft spot for older men. In his bath house hunting, he gravitated toward older guys. When he saw Jack, he knew quickly he liked him. Being around Jack more and more, he’s found himself with deeper feelings. He feels like he’s in love. He thought he might be in love with Harrison too, but it seems to be more about his association with Jack, not as much about Harrison himself. There is certainly a lustful infatuation with Harrison. He absolutely loves fucking the boy and is hoping to work himself up to letting Harrison fuck him, but love is not what he’s feeling there. At least not the same love he is feeling for Jack.

This is, of course, troubling. Jack is very committed to Harrison and vice versa. The last thing he wants to do is ruin his new friendships. The incident at the hospital that night hasn’t been discussed since. No one brought it up again and he wasn’t about to. Not knowing who to turn to, and being as horny as usual, Aidan made another trip to Steamworks. It was a Friday night and he knew it would be busy. After he danced, he went on the prowl hoping to ease his mind.

His dance set was pretty uneventful and his few booth shows were more annoying than productive. He had a run in with Randy about how Billy, aka Owen, was being mistreated by another one of the dancers. Jessie was one of the boys that was bad news. He forced himself on the others, especially the weaker ones like Owen and new kid Donovan. Jessie had Owen pinned down on the floor and was forcing his cock down his throat. None of the other dancers bothered to intervene. Zach usually would, but he was not there that night. Aidan pushed Jessie away and nearly got into a fight. Randy came in and broke it up and Aidan had words with him. Aidan knew Jack had plans to do something about the mess there, and as far as he was concerned, it couldn’t happen fast enough. 

He was definitely in a mood when he arrived at the bath house. He checked in, dropped his clothes in a locker and stormed through the club. It was his first night back in a few weeks and it seemed like everyone noticed. All eyes were on him even more than usual. He spotted a guy standing in a corner watching the room. He looked to be in his 60s, a little out of shape, white hair and glasses. Aidan got right up in his space.

“You got a room?”

“Uh, um, no. I am just, uh, watching.”

“Yeah? You don’t want to get plowed?”

“No, I don’t want to ‘get plowed’ kid, go away.”

“For fuck’s sake. Everyone here wants to get plowed, especially by me.”

“Yeah, please, don’t be a jerk. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“You must be new here.”

“It is my first time, why?”

Aidan leaned into the man. The man was shaking at this imposing, very hot and very naked boy with a basebat for a cock, leaning against him and pushing him into the wall. His towel slipped off and exposed his hard, maybe six inch cock.

“When I say I want to fuck someone, I get to fuck them. No one questions it. They just bend the fuck over. Which is what you should do right the fuck now!”

A small crowd was building around them. One man yelled out, “Dude! He’s the best fucking top you’ll ever have! Get it!”

“I-I don’t understand. Boys like you don’t even see old guys like me. Why do you want me? What is going on? I don’t like you or the way you’re talking to me. Please leave me alone.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Aidan was beyond annoyed at this point. He’d never had anyone question his intentions. Guys just let Aidan take what he wanted - and they usually loved it. “Don’t make this difficult, man.”

“Are you threatening me? You need to be nicer. Maybe say hello first. Go away. I don’t want you to fuck me. I don’t want you anywhere near me anymore. Please leave me alone or I will scream for security.”

Guys were yelling to Aidan, begging him to fuck them. Aidan was completely pissed off. He hated to be rejected and he hated when guys tried too hard to get him to do something with them. He came there in a mood and now his mood was getting worse. Angry Aidan, as it turns out, is not a pretty sight.

“Fuck off, asshole.” Aidan barked as he slammed his hand on the wall next to his head making the guy jump and cringe. He turned around waved his arms, snapped “get the fuck out of my way!” and pushed his way through the little crowd and walked off. He turned down one of the dark hallways and eventually came upon two twinky boys giggling in a little alcove. They turned and stared at Aidan, still giggling like little school girls.

“Are you girls having fun tonight? What the fuck is so funny?”

“MMMMM HMMMMM, you are a hot piece of ass. OOOOOH!” one of the twinks hissed.

“Dayum. What a fine snack. We’ve seen you before. You always walk past us.”

‘Well, I’m not right now. You brats got a room?”

One boy was very skinny and had a very effeminate way about him. He held his water in one hand and waved the other around as if it held a cigarette in one of those long holders. He had bright, bleach blonde hair that was deliberately styled into thick, wavy curls. His friend was a little shorter and a little stockier, with long dark hair and painted nails. He wore a pair of pink, fuzzy bunny slippers with bows and glitter. These were the kind of boys who came to the bath house to be entertained and to make fun of the other patrons. Aidan knew exactly who they were. He’d seen them mocking others before. Tonight he felt they should get what they deserved.

“We don’t have a room, honey, we’re poor college girls,” said the blonde. “Yeah, but we might let you do something for us right here, Snacky McSnackerson,” added the stocky one.

“One of you better turn around and show me their ass or I’m going to slam both of you into a wall. I’m not in the mood for any more shit.”

“Oooooh, a little bitchy aren’t w…” Aidan wasn’t having anymore talk. He grabbed the blonde and spun him around. He pulled the boy's towel off and threw it down the hall. This was one of those little dark alcoves that the bath house knew people would probably fuck in, so there were condoms and lube. Aidan grabbed the little packets of lube with one hand, while he held the boy against the wall with the other.

“Gurrrl, you are gonna get it now!” The stocky boy snipped as he stepped back.

“Don’t go far asshole, you’re next.” Aidan snapped as he lubed his cock up and jammed it into the twinky boys hole. The boy yelped when Aidan’s massive cock impaled his tight little ass. 

“Oh FUCK! FUCK! That fucking hurt!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Aidan wrapped his hand around the boys face and covered his mouth as he pushed him into a slightly more arched position and began to power fuck him. He whimpered and cried, but did nothing to try to get away. He wanted this for sure.

With his other hand, Aidan motioned for the other boy to come closer. Once he did, Aidan pulled him right into him and grabbed his head. He forced his lips onto the boy's mouth and shoved his tongue into his throat. The boy wrapped his arm around Aidan while letting him kiss him roughly. All the while, Aidan was pounding away at the blonde boy, who was now bent over and taking it like a champ. 

Aidan pushed the stocky boy away and pulled his cock out of the blonde’s ass. “On you’re fucking knees princess. I want you to show me how much you want this cock.” The stocky boy didn’t even hesitate, he dropped to his knees and began worshiping AIdan’s cock, trying his best to suck it. He licked whatever ass gunk was on it and tried desperately to force it into his mouth. Aidan now had the blonde boy by his hair and was kissing him roughly.

“Show me that ass! Let’s go!” Aidan yelled at the stocky boy, who quickly got up on his feet and bent over, grabbing his ankles. Aidan wasted no time plunging his cock into the boy’s hole, making him lurch forward into his friend. Aidan grabbed his hips and began his power fucking. He barked at the blonde boy, “don’t just stand there, missy, shove your cock in his mouth!” The blonde boy hesitated for a moment and then jumped into action when Aidan waved his fist at him. These two boys were friends, but hadn’t had sex with each other before.

The stocky boy was clearly a little more experienced in getting fucked, he didn’t yelp or cry or even squirm. He just took Aidan’s abuse with ease. He didn’t seem to mind getting throat fucked either. As usual, there were guys trying to watch, which was a little more difficult in this cramped spot. Aidan felt himself tense up and knew he was ready. He pulled his cock out and demanded the two boys get on their knees, which they promptly did. He jerked his cock a few times and then showered the two of them with streams of cum. Aidan is a big cummer, so these two were doused like they were in a bukkake video. He blasted his last shot and walked off down the hall. Some of the bystanders were clapping while the two boys just sat there on the floor, a little shocked by what had happened.

Aidan continued his conquest. He set his sights on a bulky, hairy, thick guy in his 40s and plowed him. From there, he moved on to another older man in his 70s and took care of him. He took a quick break in the showers and washed himself down. Before he went back out, he pissed on a guy kneeling by the urinal and fucked another dude in a stall. No matter what he did, he still didn’t feel any better than when he walked in.

He wandered down the halls where the rooms were and poked his head in one where he found a rather large man sitting alone, naked, jerking off to porn. The guy was maybe in his 30s, easily more than 350 pounds and about 5’8” with a slightly hairy chest and a small cock. The guy had a sad look on his face. He was probably ignored more than once during the night and more than likely made fun of by the two bratty twinks, or others, throughout the night. He was familiar to Aidan. The guy was a regular.

“Want some company?”

“Go away buddy. I know you’re just blowing smoke up my ass.”

“Smoke isn’t what I want to put up your ass.” Aidan leaned against the doorway and smiled. If Aidan smiled, it was genuine and almost anyone could tell. His smile was golden and it warmed anyone who saw it.

“Um, sure. Please, come on in.” The man said, dumbfounded by this sudden interest by such a hot boy. He scooted over on the bed and sat back against the wall. 

“Do you mind if I close the door? I promise I’m not here to do anything stupid. I just don’t want the gawkers hanging around.”

“No, please. That’s fine. Are you high? Drunk? Is there a Candid Camera here?”

“I don’t know what that is, but I assure you it isn’t here. I’m not high or drunk. This isn’t a joke. I want to be here.”

“No one wants to be here. Do you like porn? Is there something I could find for you?”

“Nah, you can turn it off.”

Aidan sat next to the guy and moved himself close to him. “Is this ok?” he said as he put his hand on the guy’s leg.

“Uh, yeah…I don’t understand.”

“Stop trying to understand and just enjoy yourself.” Aidan put his hand on the man’s bearded face, rubbing it lightly with his thumb. The man had a cute, gentle face. He was finally smiling and that made Aidan feel good. He really did want to be there. 

“You are so beautiful. I mean, I’ve seen you so many times. Your body…your face… your, um giant fucking dick. You are kind of perfect.”

“You’re sweet. I’m far from perfect.” Aidan leaned in and kissed the man. “Is this ok?”

“Oh god yes.” They kissed for a little while more. Aidan ran his one hand up and down the man’s body, the other held the back of his head, gently scratching his thinning hair. 

Soon, Aidan was on top of the man, straddling him, he was holding both sides of the man’s face as he more and more passionately kissed him. The man was so shocked by what was happening, that it took him a while to relax and go along with what was happening. Once he did, he was scratching his nails into Aidan’s back, grabbing and digging in as he left trails of red lines all over Aidan’s back. Aidan liked the way it felt.

Aidan moved his kissing down to the man’s neck, pushing his head back and making him moan as Aidan licked and bit his neck. He continued down and kissed and licked the man’s chest, taking small bites of his perky, hard nipples. Aidan continued his exploration of the man’s body, using his hands and his mouth to pleasure the man like he had never been before. This was a new experience for Aidan, something he loved. He enjoyed tasting and feeling a new body, a new shape and form. It sent his already peaked arousal over the edge.

The man was in ecstasy. He was trembling and sweating and panting while Aidan worked his body over. Eventually, Aidan made it to the man’s crotch, where he took his small cock, probably no more than 5 inches or so and gently stroked it. He used his other hand to caress the man’s balls. Aidan held his mouth over the man’s cock and breathed on it as he kissed it. The man desperately wanted to cum. This was the most intense pleasure anyone had ever given him. He could sense that Aidan was not just going through the motions, but that he was really into it. He pushed his thick hands down and pushed Aidan away. “Please, I don’t want to cum yet, please?”

Aidan eased off the man’s cock and moved back up to the straddling him. He looked into the man’s eyes and smiled. “Are you enjoying yourself?” 

“Like I never imagined I could.”

“Good. I’m having fun too.”

“You…you are fucking amazing…”

“Shhh.” Aidan put his finger over the man’s mouth. He then ran his finger over the man’s lips and eased it into his mouth. The man started to suck on Aidan’s finger, as Aidan slid it in and out of his mouth. “Mmmmm, very nice,” Aidan whispered as he leaned into the man’s ear,” do you want me to fuck you?”

“You don’t know how much I want that. I don’t know if I can take it. You’re so big.”

“Do you want to try? I will go easy, I promise. If you don’t like it, or it hurts or anything, I’ll stop.”

“Please, you beautiful boy, please, I want you inside of me.”

“Ok, my friend, roll over.”

From there, Aidan climbed up on the man and laid on top of him. He kissed the man’s neck while he rubbed his hard cock into his back. Aidan spent a good long time working his way to the man’s ass. At this point, the experience became somewhat of a challenge. This was not like grabbing the cheeks of a skinny boy and exposing a ready hole. With this man, there was going to be some effort. Aidan was patient and gentle as he kissed, licked and caressed the man’s ass, working his way into it and taking his time to find his way around. The man moaned and panted, occasionally yelling out, ‘yes!’ and ‘oh yeah’ and ‘mmmmmm’.

Aidan had finally found his target and lubed his cock up. He was also drooling precum. He was excited to make this man feel good. He pressed the head of his cock against the man’s tight hole and eased himself in. “OW FUCK!” the man yelled, Aidan pulled back. He waited a moment and then tried again. He pushed into the man’s hole and the man yelped again. Aidan waited a little while, he rubbed the man’s hole and gently pushed his fingers in and out. Once he felt he could, he tried again and the man let him enter. Very slowly and deliberately, Aidan slid his monster into the man. He made it in as far as he could go. “Are you ok?” he whispered. “Oh fuck yes.”

At first Aidan worked the man’s hole slowly, but he built up his pace as he went. Once he felt the man was ready for it, Aidan began to pound the man’s hole. He pistoned his cock in and out, making him squeal with delight. Aidan felt good and wanted this to go on as long as he could keep himself going. The man was loving it so much, he came into the bed. Aidan slowed his pace down and made the last bit as sensual as he could. He slowly pushed his cock and and moved himself around until he let loose another huge load of cum. He pumped the man full of his seed and then pulled out.

The man rolled over and Aidan leaned into him and cuddled him. They laid there, quietly holding onto each other. 

“Thank you. This was really nice of you to do this.”

“What? Nice of me? Dude!” Aidan sat up. He was a little annoyed that the man seemed to think Aidan was doing some kind of charity.

The man sat up too. “Yes, I know you didn’t want to do this. It’s ok. I don’t mind being a pity fuck for someone as beautiful as you.”

“God damn it! What the fuck? This was no pity fuck!”

“Oh come on. Boys like you don’t fuck guys like me. Ever.”

“I just fucking did! You know what? I fucking liked it! I had a really good fucking time and now you’re ruining it by making me out to be some douchebag.” He went for the door.

Aidan felt horrible. He really did enjoy himself. He never pity fucked anyone. He fucked someone because he wanted to. Maybe sometimes it was out of rage, but even then, he wouldn’t have sex with someone he didn’t want to and he would never stoop so low as to fuck someone because he wanted to tease someone or make himself feel superior. He genuinely enjoyed his time with this man. He didn’t do things out of pity, he treated people like real human beings.

“Wait! I’m sorry. Please. Stay.”

Aidan stood there a moment and then sat down again. “What’s your name?”

“Andrew. Not Andy, but Andrew. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just…”

Aidan interrupted him, “Andrew, I’m Aidan. I’m sorry that guys treat you badly. Really. That’s just not right. I came in here because I wanted to. I stayed because I wanted to. I fucked you because I wanted to.”

“Ok. I believe you. But you have to understand what it is like for guys like me. No one wants the fat guy. When they do, it’s because it's a fetish or a dare or some other bullshit reason. You were amazing. That is the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m sorry, Aidan. You aren’t like those guys.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You are a good guy. You’re cute. You have a nice smile. I’ll bet you’re super smart and can talk about lots of interesting things. You know, there are guys who will love you. Someone out there is looking for you.”

“Is it you?”

“Oh, Andrew, no it isn’t me. I wanted to have fun with you, and I did. I really did. You’re very sexy.”

“See, you don’t want to do anything real with me. I’m glad you wanted to fuck me, but you would probably never be seen with me in public. Would you have fucked me out there? In one of the public rooms? In front of everyone like I’ve seen you do before?”

“Do you want me to take you out there and fuck the daylights out of you, right fucking now? Because I will. Dude, I have so many issues right now, I don’t know what I really want. I think I do and I probably can’t have that, so…whatever.”

“This is so different for me. I don’t know how to take you.”

“Take me as I am. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You are amazing. You are sexy. Act like it. You know, people are drawn to more than just looks. Your attitude matters. I know it is easy for me to say, so I’m not trying to make up some fucking fantasy, but you gotta try.”

“Can we go for coffee or a drink sometime? Not a date, but as friends. Just friends.”

“Yes. That would be cool. Gimme your phone.”

Aidan typed his number into Andrew’s phone and promised to hang out with him next week. The man finally relaxed and felt like this was what Aidan said it was. 

“Aidan?”

“Yes, Andrew?”

“Can we take a selfie? Maybe I could take a picture of you? Just for me. I want to remember this night.”

Aidan took a selfie with the man, let him take a picture of him, and left the room. He pushed his way past all of the horny, drunk or high guys that were there at that hour. He thought he’d find one or two more conquests for the night.

***

“You know she’s in love with you, right?” 

Jack was having dinner with Justin. Everyone else had some other plans, including Harrison, who was on a class field trip checking out architecture in Chicago. Calista was off at a retreat for newly transitioning folks that Dr. Tern had suggested. Blaze and Garrett were basically being homebodies until Garrett was more comfortable with his new reality. Brayden and Jarrin were out enjoying themselves somewhere in Milwaukee. So, Jack and Justin decided to make a date of it and go hang out together in Chicago, reminiscing about the days they met. They had a lot of other things to talk about.

“Jack. You know my history. That moment is dark. I can’t let that happen again. She can’t be in love with me. I can’t be with her.”

“It’s been years Justin. You have to have changed a little. You can’t live the rest of your life worrying you’re going to make the same mistake again.”

“How many times did I send you to the hospital?”

“Yes, but I’m not Calista. It is so obvious you care about her.”

“I care about you Jack and still had no problem beating the shit out of you. I cared about Liam and look what happened to him.”

“Justin, what happened with Liam was a fluke. It’s not who you are. What happened with me has more to do with me being a demented masochist that you being dangerous. I wanted you to hurt me. I let you put me in the hospital multiple times. God damn it, I’m even getting hard about it now.”

“You’re a fucking freak Jack. I love you. You’re my best fucking friend. You really mean a lot to me, but fuck, you are so fucking twisted.”

“Yes, everyone knows what a weirdo I am. Now, what are you going to do about Calista? You either have to make it clear she can’t have you or you need to just jump in. I say jump in. I’ve never seen you so happy. You fucking light up when she comes in the room. You’re a dark fucking piece of coal. You don’t light up for anything.”

“You know what? Let’s change the subject. Speaking of lighting up, do you realize that Aidan is crushing on you? Like really fucking hard?”

“Ugh. I do. I wish I knew what to do. He’s pretty amazing. I have to say, I think about him a lot. How can I have gone so long not finding real love and then I seem to be stumbling over it every day now?”

“You’re not thinking about Harrison differently, are you?”

“Oh fuck no! I love Harrison so much it fucking hurts. I can’t even explain what he is to me. He is a part of me. Shit, I thought I lost him when all that shit with Joshua went down. I will never be without Harrison.”

“So, what’s the deal with Aidan then? Do you have feelings for him?”

“Fuck you. We were talking about your feelings for Calista. Now you’re twisting things.”

“Yep. I knew it. You’re into that boy, aren’t you?”

“Let’s not talk about it. I’m just finally making progress. I'll figure him out later. Anyway, why don’t we try to recreate the night we met?”

“Seriously? You want to go back that far? Feeling nostalgic, are we?”

“Look, I’m horny. Yes, I know, what else is new. Harrison is out of town. Calista is out of town. It’s just you and me. Let’s go to the club, score some molly and have a wild night.”

“Jack, that was more than ten years ago. I don’t even remember the last time I did molly.”

“Neither do I, but I say we go for it. Come on, Justin. I’ll do anything you want…”

“I know you will. I can get you to do anything. The difference between me and that other asshole is I care enough about you to not destroy you. Ok, I think Hydrate is the place to go. I think we can make this happen.”

“My ass is already twitching for that pole of yours.”

“Your ass twitches when the wind blows.”

***

Despite the experience with Andrew, Aidan didn’t feel any better. He half heartedly fucked another dude and decided to leave. Rather than taking a Lyft or the train home, he walked. He completely forgot that he could just call the number Jack gave him and get a ride any time he needed one.

It was a long walk at 4:30 in the morning in Chicago. However, he didn’t walk back to the dorms, he walked to Marina City - where Jack’s apartment was. He had no idea if Jack was there, but if he was, he wanted to see him. He needed to see him. After an hour and a half of walking, Aidan was standing at the base of the tower that Jack’s apartment was in, on the promenade that overlooked the river. He sent a text to Jack.

Please tell me you’re in there. Im downstairs. By the river.

***

Slowly, but surely, Garrett was becoming more comfortable with where his life was heading. After what he’d been through, it was expected that it wouldn’t be easy adjusting to a new life, especially one so drastically different from anything he’d ever experienced. 

Figuring out what to do with his life wasn’t easy either. He grew up poor. His father worked multiple manual labor kinds of jobs to take care of him and his sister. He got along ok with his dad, but being gay wasn’t helpful. His mom left them when he was a baby and his father never seemed to recover. His sister was uninterested in any kind of relationship with him. He never really knew why. Once his father died, he went out on his own. He tried hustling once and hated it. He vowed to never do that again and stuck to that. He hooked up with a guy who was a runner for a local pot dealer and that is what got him into his ‘career’ as a low level drug dealer. He had never really learned any skills and felt like there was nothing he could do. Jack made it known that he would help Garrett do whatever he wanted.

Dealing with their mental health didn’t stop Blaze and Garrett from the beginnings of a unique, passionate and disciplined D/s relationship. It was something they were both serious about and would explore together. Blaze was excited to move in this direction. He finally felt like he knew who and what he was. He was prepared to submit completely to Garrett. Being a Master wasn’t necessarily something Garrett had always thought about, but he knew he liked to be in control and he liked the idea of exploring this with someone he loved and trusted.

They agreed to be respectful of each other, learn each other's limits and consider themselves real human beings who were equals. Garrett was especially firm about Blaze not being ‘property’. He hated that idea. The power dynamic soon would be in play full time, but they also had to be cognizant of how it interacted with the rest of their lives, especially Blaze’s increasing professional responsibilities.

“So, we’re really gonna do this?” Garrett asked Blaze while they cuddled in bed.

“Yeah. Totally. Don’t you want to? I thought that is what we have been talking about.”

“Yeah, I do. We have to go all in though. No fucking half-assing this. I’m your Daddy and you're my boy.”

“Garrett, um, Master Garrett, I think this is what is meant for me. I’ve never been more sure of anything ever in my life. Nothing has ever felt so fucking right.”

“Sweet. Don’t call me Master. Sir is fine. I guess we can finally leave the house and go shopping for some accessories. You need a collar.”

***

From that point on, Blaze would be collared 24/7. He would have several collars for different situations. A locked leather collar for when they were at home, during play and in certain public situations. He would need a more discreet ‘day collar’ for work. They both knew that a visible locked collar would not go over well walking the halls of Congress. Garrett chose a leather string with an ‘o’ ring on it that could easily be tucked under a shirt for when he was at work or at professional events. Regardless, Blaze would be collared 24/7, no matter what. 

Ground rules were set and they were ready to come out to everyone else. The dynamics of their relationship wouldn’t necessarily be obvious. They basically presented as a seemingly normal, sweet gay couple. Anyone who knew them well though, would know the real story. Everyone else could just wonder.

One area of their life that Garrett maintained a very strict control over was they sex life. During the short week he had been living at the mansion, he could see the sexual activity that was going on and he needed to set some boundaries there.

“I noticed that there’s a lot of fucking around going on here. This is the horniest bunch of people I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, we have been very free with the sex around here. Harrison and Calista and I have always been sexual with one another.”

“Well, that ends right fucking now. My boy isn’t going to be some easily accessible slut for anyone to use. Your job is to satisfy me. You don’t fuck around with anyone without my permission. You don’t get to jerk off without my permission. No toys. Nothing but pleasuring me. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir. I exist to please you, and only you.”

“Very good, boy. I think our next trip to the store will be for some chastity devices. You’ve been so loose and free, I don’t think I can trust you to do what I say. I’m gonna remove the temptation and lock you down.”

They were still sorting out kinks and limits, but Garrett was ultimately going to be in full control. Blaze was only allowed to have sex outside of their relationship if he had permission from Garrett. It was something that probably wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Garrett wanted Blaze all to himself and even made the commitment that he would only be with Blaze as long as he expected that of him. Blaze, who sometimes would jerk off three or four times a day, would have to get used to the new rules. He was not allowed to masturbate without permission, he couldn’t play with toys or pleasure himself any other way either. 

“Trips with Jack are going to be different.”

“Jack probably gets fucked more than anyone needs to. He’ll survive. We’ll have to talk to him about you having your own room when you travel.”

“I know, Sir. I will do whatever I need to in obeying you. Um, if it is ok, I’d like to show you some things here in the mansion. We’ve been here more than a week and you’ve barely seen some of the fun things here. There’s a real dungeon here.”

“Why am I not fucking surprised. Rich dudes like Jack always have weird and wild shit like that. Ok boy, show me around.”

Blaze took Garrett to the playroom and the dildo room, he showed him some of the other random rooms and pointed out things that were outdoors. Garrett was a little freaked out when they went to the basement and eventually to the sub basement, where the dungeon was.

“This is fucking sick. Who puts shit like this in their house?”

“Apparently, it came with the house.”

“Fucking weird. This stuff is legit torture shit.”

“Harrison and Calista played down here once. Poor Harrison was kinda freaked out by it.”

“This is fucking freaky, but I think I want to try that.”

Garrett pointed to a wooden pole that came up out of the ground. It had a metal ring that opened up and looked like someone’s neck would go in it. There were two more rings that looked like cuffs on the sides of the pole. It looked as if someone’s head and arms would be tightly locked together on the pole. There were two more rings connected to the floor with chains. They appeared to lock someone’s ankles in place while spreading their legs far apart. It was one of four different pillory type devices and looked the most uncomfortable. 

“Damn, Sir. That looks crazy.”

“You don't have to if you don’t want to. I can just take you back up to the playroom and fuck you on one of the more sane devices up there.”

“No, let’s do it. May I have a safe word, Sir?”

“Of course. Scream out, um, gargoyle. That seems appropriate for this fucked up place.”

“That does seem to fit. Thank you, Sir.”

The first order was for Blaze to strip. Garrett made him get naked and kneel on the cobblestone floor. The equipment was pretty dusty, so Garrett made Blaze clean it up. He used his own shirt to wipe it all down. Garrett surveyed the equipment and made a few decisions that he felt would keep this from becoming something dangerous and really hurt Blaze. He tore Blaze’s shirt up and used the fabric to wrap around his ankles and wrists. He used his underwear to keep Blaze’s neck relatively safe. He carefully locked Blaze into the device and then stepped back to check out his work. Blaze was already regretting bringing Garrett down here. He was as miserably uncomfortable as he ever imagined. 

“I didn’t think I’d like this, but fuck, boy, you look fucking hot like that. You look miserable.”

“I am Sir. This is not comfortable at all.”

“Do you want to stop? I mean, it’s not supposed to be fucking comfortable. This clearly isn’t fucking Club Med.”

“No. Keep going Sir.”

Blaze was now locked in this horribly uncomfortable position. The way the pillory was designed, there was nothing to hold his upper body in place other than his neck and wrists. It was excruciating. Regardless, Blaze was aroused like he’d never been. His cock was raging hard and just pouring precum out of it. He felt like he belonged here and he not only loved Garrett and wanted to serve him, he trusted him. 

Blaze felt a swat across his ass that felt like fire. It was followed by another, then another, tears rolled down his face to drip on the floor at the base of the pillory. His back started to hurt from being in such an awkward position.

Garrett’s fingers were rubbing Blaze’s asshole, poking in a little. He pushed in a little deeper and stopped when there was a little resistance, then he'd pull out a little and then go back in deeper. Blaze would tense up and he would stop, but he’d keep going and going like that until Blaze could feel Garrett’s whole hand moving inside him. 

As Garrett slowly fisted his boy, Blaze moaned and cried. The fisting felt so good, but the way he was restrained caused such piercing pain. After almost 15 minutes, Blaze felt an emptiness. Garrett had stopped fisting him and had stepped back to admire his boy.

“Are you ok, boy?”

“Y-y-y-yesss, Sssssir. I-I-I ammm…” Blaze responded breathlessly.

“Good boy. We’re off to a great start.”

Suddenly, Blaze felt his asshole stretching to fit Garrett’s thick nine inches sliding into him.  

"Oh, yeah," Garrett groaned behind his boy and began thrusting his cock in and out, deeper and deeper each time. Blaze’s body was strained trying to stay in place as Garrett’s thrust became more and more aggressive. Blaze cried and grunted and tried to move his body forward against the pillory as far as he could - which wasn’t far at all. Garrett slapped his ass several times and grabbed Blaze’s hips and pounded away.

Blaze was powerless, and strained against the pillory that held him. Despite the pain, he loved what was happening to him. It reminded him of the stories Jack had told him about Joshua and Justin inflicting relentless pain on him. It was one more thing that brought him closer to being just like the man he idolized. It was rough and brutal, as if Garrett he was raping him.

Garrett was just taking another step to making Blaze his bitch.

He fucked Blaze harder and harder. Blaze’s body was numb from being in such a position and being jostled around like that. Garrett fucked his boy with his thick shaft deeper at every thrust, causing Blaze to feel a tingle at the base of his spine, behind that great big dick.

Garrett reached around and grabbed Blaze’s dick, which was rock-hard. "You like that, don't you?" he snarled. 

Blaze didn't say anything, he couldn’t. He was in a stupor from pain and arousal. He just babbled some incoherent response. Garrett just laughed and let his cock slide out, and Blaze felt that emptiness again. He needed his Master’s cock inside of him.

“P-p-plleeeasseee….moree…plllease…” Blaze sputtered with a raspy, desperate tone.

"Good boy,” was all Garrett offered, as he smacked Blaze’s ass again. His ass was now bright red from the spanking. 

Blaze made more pathetic noises, crying and whimpering. “Sssssirrrr, p-p-p-please…”

"You want me to keep fucking you, don't you?" he asked. Blaze didn't say anything, and he felt fire on his ass cheeks as agony consumed him. Tears poured down his face again, Garrett spit on his back and barked, "well? Did you say something?"

"I want you to keep fucking me," Blaze whispered pathetically.

Garrett took long, slow plunges into Blaze’s ass and pounded his prostate, making it throb against the thick dick. It was like electricity ran up his spine and suddenly, with no warning at all, Blaze felt himself cumming. He was making a huge mess on the pillory and the floor, he came so hard, it too was painful. His clouded mind was blurred by the ecstasy and he screamed out Garrett’s name over and over as he felt spurt after spurt rocketing through his body and firing out of his painfully hard cock.

Garrett eased his pace and eventually pulled out of Blaze.

"You're such a sweet little thing, my boy," he said, smiling, “you’re a tough one too, my hot little bitch boy. Garrett moved in front of Blaze and pointed his cock, covered with Blaze’s ass slime, right into his face. "Show me what a good boy you are." He moved the head of his dick against Blaze’s lips.

Blaze immediately started licking all over his unit, tightening his lips and sliding them up and down on his thick, dirty cock. He sucked with a sloppy slurping kind of sound as Garrett put his hand on the back of his head, and pulled out just a little, his cock resting on his tongue. Garrett’s dick exploded and shot loads of seed into Blaze’s mouth. He swallowed it all like a good bitch.

"You like it, don't you, bitch boy?"

"Oh yes, Sir, I do very much.”

"I knew you were a bitch years ago," he told me. "You were just waiting for me to take control, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Garrett, please, let me, um….gargoyle!”

‘Oh shit, sorry Blaze. This was a lot. I’ll free you. I hope you’re ok. I hope you had as much fun as I did.”

“Fuck yes, I did. Fuck. Yes. I love you so fucking much.”

"I love you too, you little bitch." This was a crucial moment for the two boys. Their relationship was changed forever. Garrett made Blaze take him in a way that firmly determined his dominance. Blaze was his boy, his bitch, forever.

Garrett took Blaze’s hand, keeping him from stumbling over, “feel better?” He was tender and gentle. Blaze smiled at him adoringly, "I feel better...it was...really good."

“Ok, that was fun, but this place still creeps me the fuck out. Let’s go upstairs and cuddle.”