The Mansion Boys...and Girl

It’s been a couple of weeks since everyone arrived in Wisconsin. Harrison and Calista were settling in nicely. Blaze was struggling. Jack needed to get back to work and Justin appreciated the new energy. Alex was scarce, which caused concern among Jack and Justin. 

For the most part, over these earliest of days, Jack shared his time between work and Harrison, leaving little room for anything else. It was campaign season and Jack was going to get very busy. 

Now that the pressures of first encounters, homelessness and other distractions were out of the way, Jack and Harrison used whatever time they could to bond. Bonding involved lots of conversation, each of them taking more time to go into more detail about their lives and backgrounds. Despite all they had shared, there was still so much to learn about one another. Not that Jack avoided spending time with Calista or Blaze, but he was very focused on Harrison.

Harrison learned what Jack’s struggles with depression really meant. It was tough for him to hear about some of Jack’s low points, but it only made him love Jack more. All Harrison wanted to do was to make Jack happy and be everything to him. Depression was something new to him. He’d never really had the opportunity to learn about anything - or anyone - like this. Hearing Jack’s stories helped Harrison realize Blaze’s situation was very similar. 

No matter what had happened to him, Harrison always maintained a positive outlook on everything. He never felt down or depressed. Jack let him know what a gift that was. Even with that positive outlook, Harrison did have fears of his own. He worried that he’d never amount to much more than a homeless kid. The idea of going to school, getting a job and leading a normal life seemed far out of reach. Harrison occasionally thought something bad was going to happen to him or to his friends. He could never figure out what, but it preyed on his mind. He felt he could let that fear go away now. None of this ever kept him down or made him sad, it actually seemed to keep him grounded.

Of course, bonding also meant sex. Lots of sex. Jack and Harrison could barely control themselves at times. Justin joked that Jack finally found someone that could keep up with his insatiable sex drive. Harrison was just beginning to get some advice from Justin about how to be a good Dom. They both were interested in taking things to new levels. Exploration beyond just vanilla sex had begun. Harrison really wanted to explore his kinky side - something he hadn’t really been given the chance to until he met those boys at the club in DC. His imagination was running wild and he knew Jack would go along with anything he wanted to try. The various play rooms and equipment were going to be well used.

For Jack, this was the first relationship where the sex was more than just fun, to avoid his troubles, or to serve someone. It was grounded in love, true love between both men. It was something both Jack and Harrison mutually felt for each other, in the strongest possible way.

When Harrison wasn’t with Jack, he was learning from Justin, hanging with Calista, trying to raise Blaze’s spirits or, one of the things he enjoyed most, exploring the giant mansion and property. His desire to be an architect was piqued by the funky house with so many weird details. He found secret passageways, rooms and closets. He explored the grounds. He wanted to know every little detail about this house. He couldn’t wait to get to school and begin the journey to being an architect. Finally, he was going to pursue a real dream. This made Harrison happier than he could have imagined. It also made Jack very happy.

For both men, it felt good to be laying the early building blocks of making a life together. Even with more than 30 years between them, Jack and Harrison had a connection to one another - physically and mentally - that was unlike anything and pretty unbreakable.

***

You could call what Jack built around him an empire. Not only does he own his own highly successful political consulting and lobbying firm, he has quite a few other enterprises. Jack owns lots of real estate. He has houses in multiple cities. Rather than rent space in an office building, he would just buy the entire building. He owns several of the buildings where he has apartments too. Jack always wanted to have a car service available to him when traveling, so he just bought the company he used regularly. He owns a few hotels, a few boats and yachts,  and even a couple of islands. There are some things that Jack owns that he probably has no idea about. He rarely, if ever, talked about his holdings.

The key to all of these things is they are managed, run and staffed by people Jack trusts completely. Aside from a few people who didn’t realize what they had and tried to make trouble, everyone Jack has working for him, in one way or another, is someone who is loyal to him. He treats his expansive team of employees very well. Their salaries and benefits are second to none, whether you are a repairman or one of his chief lobbyists. 

There are some who know way too much about Jack - usually his drivers and a few close confidants, like his top lieutenant, Dillon Frankel; the man who manages his real estate portfolio, Justin Kramer; his financial advisor, Max Austen; and, most importantly, his lawyer and all around fixer, Wagner Matthews. Most others don’t really know the details of Jack’s life, just that he is a guy who likes to have fun.

Like anyone in the circle of people Jack trusts the most, his relationship with his financial advisor started with a hookup. When Jack was in his early 20s, he met a young man named Max Austen. Max was a very cute, skinny, twinky boy with a sweet smile and puppy dog eyes. Jack was much more into Max than Max was into him, but Max liked Jack and saw lots of potential in the aspiring political entrepreneur. When they met, Max had just gotten out of high school. Eventually he went to college for finance and started a career as a broker. 

“I'm finally licenced!” Max shouted into the phone.

“That’s amazing! We should go out and celebrate! Let me take you out.”

“I’d love that. Just remember, Jack, we’re just friends.”

“Oh, Maximilian, you always remind me. You continually deny me the pleasure of your company.”

“You have the memories of us together when I was a twinky boy.”

“You’re still a twinky boy.”

They went off to a fancy dinner and ended up drinking quite a bit. Eventually, they ended up at Jack’s apartment. 

“Please, come up and hang out,” Jack pleaded with Max.

Max just leaned in and kissed Jack. As he did, he groped at Jack’s crotch.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

They went upstairs to the apartment and Jack poured more drinks. They sat close to one another on the couch.

“I don’t know why you insist on trying to get with me. We’re both bottoms, Jack.”

“We made it work the first time.”

“Yeah, but I want to get fucked, not fuck. Let’s just make out and go to bed.”

“Maybe we could both get fucked?”

“You got someone hiding here?”

“No, but hold on a second.”

Jack ran off to his room. He was so drunk, he almost stumbled over the coffee table. He came back to Max with a double headed dildo in his hands.

“What do you think?”

“Oooh! That is much bigger than both of us.”

“And nothing either of us can’t handle.”

Max jumped up from the couch, grabbed Jack and dragged him to the bedroom. The boys quickly got naked and hopped on the bed. They began making out and clumsily groping each other all over. Drunkenness had made both boys horny, but also a little sloppy. Jack wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to get Max’s sweet 7 inch cock into his mouth. He went down and swallowed it whole, deep throating it as if it were a source of oxygen. Max was nearly as submissive as Jack, so he just laid back while Jack worked his cocksucking magic. Jack soon moved down to Max’s ass and began to dig into his hole. Max moaned and groaned as he thought of the huge dildo that was about to enter the hole Jack was getting all wet and ready.

“Stop teasing me and slide that thing in me!” Max couldn’t wait anymore.

Being one to follow orders, Jack grabbed the dildo and began to lube it up. Jack had a sizable collection of dildos. He wasn’t playing when he pulled this one out. It was 24 inches long and easily about 6.5 inches around. It was big and it would be easy for Jack to handle, even if it was a little effort for Max.

Jack lubed up Max’s hole and pushed the head of the dildo against it. Max’s hole offered a little resistance but Jack didn’t hold back. He knew Max wanted it badly and he wasn’t going to disappoint. As the dildo pushed through, penetrating the tight, pink hole, Max let out a yowl and then moaned in satisfaction.

“Oh yeah, it hurts too good. Fuck me, just fuck me!”

Jack kept pushing the dildo in, testing Max’s ability to handle depth. He got about 10 inches deep before Max pushed back. Jack took Max’s slightly hard cock into his mouth while he worked the dildo in and out of his ass. The expression on Max’s face revealed the intensity at which he was feeling Jack’s handiwork. He emitted soft ‘uhs’ and ‘ahs’ as Jack pleasured him.

After fucking Max for a while, Jack was ready to join in the fun. He positioned himself on his back, added only a little bit of lube to the other end of the dildo and pushed it in. Jack’s ass was way more experienced than Max’s, so it wasn’t difficult to push right in. Jack liked the feeling of a dildo that wasn’t too heavily lubed. The friction was something Jack enjoyed. Jack slid the dildo back and forth giving both boys an intense pleasure. The thick monster filled both asses nicely. Eventually, they were ass to ass, just feeling the depth and breadth of their silicone lover.

After an exhaustive session of fucking each other, they both finally came, shooting thick loads of cum all over each other. With their heads still spinning from too much alcohol, they eventually passed out until morning.

“Ugh. I am wiped out.” Max rolled over on Jack's chest. “Girl, we are a mess!”

“Having that much fun can be messy.”

“You’re a sneaky devil Jonathan.” Max and Jack frequently called each other by their full names.

“Hey, you’re too cute to just be platonic with, especially when we’re celebrating such big news!”

“I’m not complaining. Sooooo as long as you brought up my big news...”

Max was just starting out at Lehman Brothers and now that he had all of his required licences, he needed to build a clientele. Jack would be a big get if he could convince him to invest with him. In fact, Jack always told Max (probably as a way to try to lure him into bed again), that he’d give him all of his money to invest. Jack had a family inheritance that he was just sitting on. He’d soon have a settlement from an accident he had. Max knew there was money there and he had ideas for it. Max was very into the tech sector and saw huge opportunities. He used that moment in bed to make his pitch.

Jack was an easy sell. That bedroom conversation, after a wild night of drinking and dildo sex, led to the long and lucrative financial relationship between Jack and Max. Jack thought nothing of turning over his entire fortune to Max to play with. Jack would become Max’s biggest client and Max would make such smart investment decisions that he would make Jack a multi-billionaire - and himself a partner in the firm. Max would become one of the most loyal members of Jack’s empire - even if they never had sex again. 

***

For the first time in her life, Calista was able to focus on transitioning. She was more than ready. She had already given up her birth name, Lucas, and was presenting fully as a woman. One thing that left Calista unsure was how she would transition. Would she take hormones? Would she go for top surgery? Bottom surgery? No surgery at all? She had many questions.

Thanks to Jack’s help, she was put in touch with someone who has been through the process already - just in the reverse direction. JP has worked with Jack, at his firm, for a few years. When they started with the firm, they were well into their transition from female to male-presenting nonbinary. JP directed Calista to a therapist to begin the formal transition process. By now, Calista had seen the therapist twice and was excited for what would come next. When Calista was ready, Jack knew a doctor she could work with.

Calista was learning a lot from JP and loved hanging out with them. JP was known for being one of the sharpest dressers around. They had a lot of their clothes specially made and designed. They even hosted their own Instagram account showing off their work. Calista was really interested in fashion and making this connection meant so much to her. Calista wanted to design her own clothing line. She looked forward to attending school for fashion design.

Being submissive seemed to be what Calista was destined to be. She had always been so weak that she just gave in to whatever someone else wanted. Not that she didn’t enjoy submitting herself to some boys - or even girls. Now that she is becoming more confident in herself, Calista has found that she is interested in being more dominant. She first felt this when she fucked Jack in Washington. Now, she wants to take it further. Her new friend Alex that she had fun with in DC with Quinn - not the Alex that lives at Jack’s and is supposed to avoid - has offered to teach Calista what she needs to know to be a Mistress or a Dominatrix.

Calista was finally enjoying life. She had great friends. Not only Jack, Harrison and Blaze, but new friends like Quinn and Alex in DC. She developed an interesting friendship with Justin as a result of their movie night together. They even flirted a bit. Calista thought Justin was super hot. Justin found himself attracted to Calista, despite the fact that he wasn’t terribly interested in girls.

Blaze was still a concern for Calista. She loved him so much and really felt terrible about his mood. She tried as much as she could to pull him out of his doldrums.

***

Jack began dating Justin, mainly because Justin decided he wanted Jack. It isn’t like Justin gave Jack a choice. He began demanding Jack’s attention within days after they met. Jack was so worn down from his experience with Joshua, he didn’t have any fight in him. Of course, Jack was already so submissive that Justin filled an immediate need. Justin moved in with Jack within two weeks.

Unlike Joshua, Justin treated Jack more like a boyfriend. He actually wanted to spend time with Jack, not just use him for sex and other needs - though he certainly took advantage of Jack for anything he wanted. Over the next three years they were sort of a couple. Also unlike Joshua, the abusiveness was limited to physical abuse - much of which Jack enjoyed. Justin wasn’t much for the emotional and mental abuse, and mind games that Joshua put Jack through. 

The sex with Justin was violent, extremely violent. Jack absolutely loved it. Justin liked, or even loved, Jack enough that he didn’t want to seriously hurt him, but he was definitely very rough on him and there were times Jack did get seriously hurt. Justin wreaked havoc on Jack. He sent Jack to the hospital more than once. Jack endured broken ribs twice, a broken wrist, a broken ankle and fractured collar bone. On top of the scars left by Shandy so many years ago, and a few new ones from Joshua, Justin made a few marks of his own. Most notably, Justin left the scars of two bite marks - one on his left arm, one on his right shoulder, where he had bitten Jack so hard that he broke the skin and drew blood. 

There was another trusted relationship that Jack had developed - Dr. Alistair Tern. It was one he couldn’t be without. Dr. Tern, much like Justin, was a beautiful, tall man with a very femine look. He had long, flowing blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. Jack and Joshua met Dr. Tern at a BDSM party in Chicago. Dr. Tern’s real specialty was woking with transgender patients, but over time he became someone Jack could go to for help when he didn’t want to raise any suspicions of his exploits. Justin kept Dr. Tern busy. 

Even though Jack and Justin liked each other, there was no spark between them. They had no romantic inclinations toward one another. They were hyper sexual with one another and enjoyed hanging out as friends, but they never clicked in any other ways. Justin had no interest in a loving relationship at the time. Jack was desperately trying to replace his deep, dark love for Joshua. The only real relationship aspect they maintained was basically being completely monogamous - something Jack had never done before. He felt compelled to be loyal to Justin, probably due to his total submission to him. 

Things were also taking a physical toll on Jack. He finally just wasn’t able to keep up with the savage sex life he and Justin had. They were really not much of a couple anyway, so they just dropped the pretense. Justin had long ago moved to his own room in another part of the house. 

During his time with Justin, Jack accelerated his real estate buying. He began collecting houses and buildings all over the country and even in a few spots around the world. He needed someone to manage all of this property. Justin’s only real job, before he met Jack, was managing a small office building. He was smart and organized, so Jack just gave him a huge job. He really didn’t want Justin to be out of his life. He wanted to keep him around and this was the most logical thing to do. It solved two things for Jack - he kept a much needed friend and he had someone he could trust take care of his properties. 

Jack could never resist Justin, so they never really stopped having sex - they just had less of it. Over time, Justin eased up on his roughness and focused on domination and being a strong Master. He had no trouble finding boys and men to practice on.

The period that followed is when Jack sunk back into depression. He entered a fairly dark point in his life. He managed to keep up a good front for everyone around him, but deep inside, he was unhappy and wanted to find love. He still was obsessed with Joshua - continuing to let him control him in all sorts of ways. He found a few cute boys to date here and there, and he found himself in any number of bad situations. His dream of a house full of cute boys was quickly fading. He eventually met Alex. Once again, Jack was in an abusive relationship. It seemed as if he could never get away from it.

***

Blaze found himself in a pretty dark place after arriving at the mansion. He had actually been there for a while, but it had accelerated since leaving DC - the only place that was familiar and comfortable to him. Despite life looking way up for him, the whole thing threw him off. It is almost as if he’d rather go back to being homeless. That was a situation that he knew well and knew how to handle. He had no idea what to do now.

Day after day, Blaze stayed in his room. He came out occasionally to find some food or liquor. Justin gave him some pot to help him chill out. Blaze was a mess. He’d just lay in bed and do nothing but either sleep or just feel helpless. He hadn’t showered since they left DC. He didn’t unpack any of his stuff - except for two things - the little plastic moose and the now dead glow stick necklace.

Both Harrison and Calista tried their best to connect with Blaze. Neither was successful. It was well past two weeks and they were worried Blaze would never break out of this funk. 

“What should we do?” Calista asked Harrison worriedly.

“I don’t think there’s anything we can do. He needs to come around on his own. Trust me, I’m just as worried about him as you are. I’ve never seen him so out of it.”

Calista began to cry. “We can’t lose him Harry. We just can’t. Not when things are finally so much better for us.”

“I know. We won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?!”

Harrison looked down to the ground, he too was tearing up, “I’m not.”

Jack resisted getting involved right away. From his own experience, he knew how it felt when people were pressuring him. Pushing people away was much easier than pulling them in. He assured Harrison and Calista that he’d check on Blaze when he felt it was right.

That day finally came. 

Justin grabbed the others and took them out for a night of food and fun. Jack was originally going to go too, but he decided he’d use the time alone to try to reach Blaze. 

Jack went up to Blaze’s room and peeked in the doorway. Despite it being relatively warm, Blaze was buried under a mountain of covers. Jack didn’t bother to knock or say anything, he just went on in. The room was dark. The only window was covered. There was a stale smell of body odor, sweat and smoke. Dirty dishes and empty bottles littered the floor. Jack slipped out of his clothes down to his boxer briefs and pulled the covers back. Blaze was sound asleep. The bourbon bottle on his nightstand was empty. Jack figured Blaze just passed out.

As he lifted the covers, Jack got a whiff of Blaze. He smelled much like he did when he was on the streets. Jack didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of liked it. Blaze was naked and sweaty. There were so many covers on him, he was like a furnace. Jack lay down next to him and snuggled himself against Blaze, making him the little spoon. He reached around and pulled Blaze tight to his body. Blaze grabbed Jack’s hand and held him. He began to sob a little. Jack kissed him on the neck and whispered that he was there for him.

All Jack could think of was when he felt this miserable. He really didn’t have anyone to snuggle up to him and tell him it was alright. Well, there was Dillon, but Jack never liked to drag him into his head. He thought a lot about his own troubles and how long it has taken him to work through most of them. He didn’t want Blaze to go through that. Jack was going to stick with Blaze and be the friend that Jack himself always needed through these tough situations. Blaze was already turning to drugs and alcohol to dull his pain. It wouldn’t be long before he’d engage in other destructive behavior.  

After a few hours, Blaze woke up and caressed Jack’s arm. He rolled over and reached his one arm over his head causing Jack to nuzzle his very ripe armpit. He quickly pulled away.

“Fuck dude. Sorry. I’m fucking gross.”

“You’re not. It’s ok.” Jack pulled Blaze close to him again and rested his face in Blaze’s armpit again.

Blaze let out a huge sigh. “Thanks, man. I’m really fucked right now.”

“No worries buddy. I’m here for you. I know the space you’re in all too well.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh fuck yes. I have been struggling with depression all my life. I’ve gone through some really dark periods, some really bad days and some really destructive behavior.”

“Damn dude. You have everything. I don’t get it.”

“Money doesn’t buy everything a person needs.” Jack ran his hand over Blaze’s smooth chest. He took a deep breath from his underarm. “You need people who love you to help you through it.”

Blaze sighed again. “You love me?”

“Yeah. I do. I know it’s just been a short while, but I do. I have from the beginning. I think you’re pretty special actually. I feel things about you that I don’t feel for the others.”

“Mind fucking blown. I’ve been reading you all wrong.”

“I get it. I probably would too.” Jack took another deep breath as he slid his nose up and down the smelly armpit.

“Man, you’re digging my ripe ass aren’t you.”

“Not yet, but I will.”

Blaze was feeling this moment. He was getting into Jack’s passive aggressive seduction. He needed this right now, though he wasn’t quite sure where it would lead. Jack was now licking Blaze’s armpit. It felt so soothing and relaxing. Blaze loved when someone gave him this kind of attention. He was turned on by Jack’s deliberate focus on his unshowered body. What would drive most away was drawing Jack in. He rolled over and kissed Jack.

“I’m sorry I was such a dick to you.”

“Stop. You were protecting yourself and your friends. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t. Plus, you really were amazing that night.”

“I was a total dick to you. I was going to beat the shit out of you. I don’t know if that is really what I am.”

“Don’t worry about anything. We can be whatever we want.”

Jack and Blaze began to kiss passionately. Their hands seemed to feel every part of their bodies. Blaze was feeling submissive - something he always fought off. He was letting it go this time, much like he did with the guy from the club. He was feeling vulnerable. He just wanted to give in. Jack felt the vibe that Blaze was giving off. While Jack is the furthest thing from dominant, he did know when and how to take just a little control. 

Jack guided Blaze to roll over and lie on his stomach. He kissed, licked and gently bit Blaze’s shoulders and neck. He eased himself very slowly down Blaze’s back, pausing to rub his hands in deeply, feeling every muscle. Blaze was tense. Jack could feel it. He took his time massaging and kneading the boy’s muscular back. Jack kissed and licked his way down Blaze’s spine. He barely touched him, just lightly breathing and touching him. Blaze emitted a soft murmur of contentment. Jack gave him goosebumps with his soft, delicate, sensual touch.

After a while, Blaze felt more relaxed. He was feeling much better as Jack gave him his full attention. Jack gently licked the small of Blaze’s back, causing more light moans. Jack felt Blaze’s perfect, tight ass and ran his nose along the crack. The smell was pungent. Jack breathed in the raunchy, musky smell. He brought his face in closer as he parted Blaze’s ass. It was warm and ripe with the filth of a boy who wasn’t managing his hygiene very well. Jack let his tongue lightly dance in the crack and around the hole. He savored the bitter taste of sweat and shit. Blaze reached back to stop him, but Jack just pushed his hand away and plunged his tongue deep into Blaze’s hole.

The taste and smell of a dirty ass made Jack crazy. He feasted on the raunch before him like it was his last meal. Blaze was feeling tingly. He felt so relaxed he let out a fart, blowing his stench onto Jack’s face. Jack didn’t miss a beat. He just breathed in deeply and kept working. He could do this for hours.

“God fucking damnit! That is sooooooo good. Fuck!”

Jack didn’t stop.

“Dude! Uhhhhhhh. Fuuuuck!”

By this point, Jack had completely cleaned Blaze’s ass and had it wet and loose.

Blaze said softly, “please Jack, fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. Please. You have to. Please.”

Jack arched himself up, pulled off his shorts and slowly worked his way back up Blaze’s spine, kissing and licking his way up to his neck. He kissed Blaze’s neck softly. His small cock was as hard as it could be with precum dripping from it. Jack laid on top of Blaze and kissed his neck. He whispered in his ear.

“Is this what you want to be?”

“Y-y-yes. No. I-I-I really don’t know....Jack…”

“Shhhh. Don’t worry. You don’t have to be anything. You feel good right now.”

“Do you really love me?”

“Yes. Yes, Blaze, I really do.”

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Everyone always does.”

“Not me. I’m here for you forever.”

Jack continued to kiss Blaze’s neck, lightly biting and sucking. He was leaving marks on Blaze’s neck that were sure to be a conversation starter once everyone else saw them. Jack’s cock was rubbing up against Blaze’s ass crack. The precum was making things slippery and wet. Jack’s earlier work meant it would be easy to penetrate the boy who once dominated him. With a little wrangling, Jack finally eased his cock into Blaze’s hole. It was as tight as he expected. Blaze jerked forward and then relaxed as he let Jack in. Jack didn’t have far to go to be all the way inside of Blaze. He gently pushed back and forth.

Blaze was having feelings he wasn’t used to. He was feeling such pleasure, so relaxed. He wasn’t needing to control anything. He could just enjoy the moment. Feeling Jack inside of him was something he didn’t expect, let alone enjoy. While Jack may not be big, he was certainly able to use what he had to give someone gratification.

For more than 15 minutes, Jack pumped his cock in and out of Blaze’s ass. He kept up a steady pace, never going too fast or too slow. The tightness of Blaze’s hole made Jack tremble with delight. He could hardly control himself as long as he did. He finally gave in to the urges and blasted a thick load of cum into Blaze’s ass. Jack eased himself out of Blaze and rolled over on his back, panting and sweating.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck. Jack...fuck. That was so fucking awesome. Fuuuuuck.”

“Easy there. It wasn’t that good.”

“Jack. I want to be like you. How do you do it?”

“Do what? Like me? What do you mean?”

“So powerful and confident all day and so submissive and obedient the rest of the time.”

“It’s just who I am, Blaze. It is what I am. I’ve never known anything different.”

“It’s all just an act.”

“Me? Acting?”

“No. Me. I’m not the aggressive tough guy I pretend to be. It’s an act. Self preservation.”

“Well, now you can be yourself. You don’t need to worry. Plus, that tough guy act was pretty convincing when you were smacking me around in the hotel.”

“What will everyone think?”

“Who fucking cares? If there’s one thing that helped me get where I am, it is that I really don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about me. I mean, I want to be loved and cared for. I want people to like me. I just won’t let anyone talk about me and dictate what or who I'm supposed to be. I’m me. A kinky, submissive, freak who has more money than 99% of the country. I talk to Senators and Governors in one moment and get fisted and pissed on in another. I stopped caring a long time ago about what people think of me. I know I’m lucky. I can get away with it. Guess what Blaze? Now you can too.”

“I want to be like you Jack. Can you help me?”

“I can help you be like you.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I promise. Never. I’ll even sit here with you as long as you want.”

“I think I’ve been fighting this. I shouldn’t. I love you Jack.”

“I love you too Blaze. You’re fucking amazing. Trust me. You are going to be exactly what you want to be.”

“Thanks Jack.”

Jack didn’t leave Blaze’s side for another day. They just cuddled and kissed, fucked occasionally and had some other fun. It took almost 36 hours, but Jack convinced Blaze to clean up, get out and get moving. Blaze still felt he had a tough road ahead of him, but with Jack by his side, he felt he could make anything happen. A far cry from how he felt two days ago.

“BLAZE!!!” Calista about knocked him to the ground running up on him so quickly and jumping into his arms.

“Shit, girl. You tryin to…”

Before Blaze could finish his sentence, Calista had him liplocked for an impassioned kiss. 

“I’m so happy to see you, I could just get down on my knees and blow you for days!” Harrison was equally as excited about seeing Blaze cleaned up and out of his room.

“You kids really know how to make a guy feel good. Thanks for the love. I really appreciate it. You’re my fucking family and I’d be lost without you.”

Jack stood back and watched the mini reunion take place. He smiled watching his favorite three people hug each other and play around. As adult as they seem at times, they are still kids after all. So much has been taken away from them, they’ve missed out on just being teenagers. Jack’s heart melted as he thought about how he was going to give them the lives they deserved.

***

During one of his early campaigns, Jack met a young volunteer named Wagner Matthews. Wagner was a classically handsome boy, even as a teenager. He was about 6 feet tall, had a solid build, dark hair and dark eyes. He took a liking to Jack and basically attached himself to Jack, following him around everywhere. Jack didn’t mind. He loved the attention of a cute boy.

In an unusual turn of events for Jack, Wagner aggressively pursued Jack. He not only looked up to Jack, he was completely turned on by his confidence and self-assurance. Wagner wanted a piece of Jack - and Jack wasn’t complaining. Of course, Jack had to be careful. A campaign staffer having sex with one of the volunteers isn’t something that would go over well. A gay sexual realtionship was going to be even less popular.

Wagner was sharp. There wasn’t anyone he couldn’t talk to. He could figure out a solution to just about any problem that came up. He could just as easily ask for a favor as he could fix anything. He was very convincing. Jack told him he should become a lawyer.

“I was thinking of running for Congress as soon as I got out of college.”

“Don’t waste your time. Go make a bunch of money first. Get a law degree. You will be fantastic at it. You can be a Congressman later.”

“It just seems boring.”

“Not if you create your own firm. You could become a lawyer for some wealthy or powerful people. Help them keep their secrets. Make things happen for them, or make things go away.”

“That sounds shady. Like I’d be working for the mafia or something.”

“Nah. It’s legit. I’ll tell you what, you get a JD and I’ll hire you to be my lawyer.”

“Really? You have no idea where you’ll be in what, ten years?”

“I have every idea. You could join my team.”

“OK. You’re on.

Once the campaign was over, on election night, young Wagner made his move. He would not take ‘no’ for an answer. He was going to get what he wanted, even if it meant taking it. The campaign was a winner. It was a local tax levy and the victory party was held at their offices. It was a pretty basic office building with a parking garage. At the end of the night, Jack walked to his car. Wagner was waiting.

“Oh, hello. I thought you had left a while ago.”

“I did, but rather than bother my dad for a ride home, I decided to wait for you. You certainly took long enough. Plus, I haven’t been in your new car yet.”

Wagner was leaning on the driver’s side door of the used Volvo Jack had recently bought. Jack walked up to him and stood face to face with him.

“We don’t have to wait anymore. The campaign is over.”

“You’re right. Why don’t we make a date.”

“Fuck that. I’ve waited long enough.”

Wagner pulled Jack close to him by his tie. He forced a kiss onto Jack. He resisted a little, but Jack really wasn’t going to fight back that hard. Wagner grabbed the back of his head and wrapped his other arm around Jack’s waist. He flipped him around and had Jack pressed against the car. Jack managed to free himself from Wagner’s aggressive embrace.

“Um, maybe we should ease up here? Anyone could come out and see us.”

“Stop being a fucking coward. You want me. I know you do. No one is going to see us. Look around asshole, there’s like one other car on this level.”

“Dude, really. This is a bit much.”

Jack was enjoying the roughness, even if it made him nervous. He liked to be abused and he was surprised by Wagner’s confrontational approach. Wagner wasn’t having any of Jack’s resistance. He pressed himself against Jack, using his right arm to push against Jack’s neck forcing his head against the car. He grabbed Jack’s crotch with his other hand and squeezed hard.

“Fuck you Jack. You don’t even know what is a bit much. Stop fighting it. You fucking want me and I fucking want you. I’m taking what I deserve right fucking now!”

Jack knew there was probably no way out of this. He wasn’t expecting to be assaulted. He certainly wasn’t expecting Wagner to be like this. He was afraid of how far Wagner was going to take this. 

Wagner forced another kiss with Jack, shoving his tongue deep into Jack’s throat. He reached his other hand into Jack’s pants and grabbed Jack’s cock, stroking and pulling on it. Wagner began to kiss and bite at Jack’s neck. He was still leaning hard into Jack, holding him down against the car. Wagner started to undo Jack’s pants.

“Hey! Wagner! Come on! Stop this!”

Wagner covered Jack’s mouth with his hand.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Don’t make this worse for you.”

Wagner pushed Jack’s pants down, exposing him fully from the waist down. He pulled Jack away from the car and turned him around. He slammed Jack down on the hood of the car, bending him over. Wagner spit on Jack’s hole and shoved two fingers in. Jack flinched at the forceful penetration. Wagner pulled his fingers out and shoved them in Jack’s mouth. Jack sucked them clean and Wagner shoved them in his ass again, pushing deeper and harder. He forced his hand into Jack’s mouth again.

At this point, Wagner pulled his own pants down. His nearly nine inch cock, thick and dripping with precum, was hard and throbbing. He pushed Jack’s head into the hood of the car and rammed his tool into Jack’s ass. No lube. No spit. No warning. Jack cried out. Wagner wrapped his hand over Jack’s face. Wagner pounded away forcing a strained, awkward arc of Jack’s back. 

"You're so fuckin' tight. You know that slut? You want this big cock, right cunt? You have been waiting for me to fuck you. You like my dick up your tight ass?”

Wagner thrust hard and fast and put his free hand around Jack’s neck squeezing, causing his face to blush as he jack-hammered into his ass. He never moved his other hand off Jack’s mouth. All Jack could do was mumble the responses to his spontaneous Master’s questions. What was happening to Jack could easily be called a rape, but Jack enjoyed it way too much, even if he didn’t consent to it.

“You’re such a fucking useless slut!” Wagner barked as he felt his cum welling up in his cock and ready to explode. He arched back and slapped Jack’s ass as hard as he could as he thrust into Jack one more time and blasted cum deep into Jack’s guts.

Jack was breathlessly panting, almost paralyzed by this rough fucking. He just laid there as Wagner pulled out and stepped back. He looked down at his filthy cock.

“Get down on your knees slut! Clean this shit off me!”

Jack slowly lifted himself off the car and turned to deal with his next order. He knelt in front of Wagner and took his shit covered cock into his mouth. He sucked and slurped, cleaning the boy’s member with determination. Wagner grabbed Jack’s head and held it in place as he let a stream of warm piss flow down Jack’s throat. He pulled his cock out and pissed all over Jack, soaking his shirt, tie and jacket. Wagner stroked his cock and let out another shot of cum onto Jack’s face and hair.

“OK. Get up and drive me home now.”

Wagner continued to use Jack in the weeks leading up to his departure for college. Wagner and Jack didn’t stay in touch very well while Wagner was in school. He did follow Jack’s advice and pursued a law degree. Eight years later, he tracked Jack down. By this time, Jack was just getting started with his new firm and had just come back from Denver where he won a big campaign and became Joshua’s boyfriend. 

Wagner showed up at Jack’s office. Dillon met him at the door.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m here for Jack Holden.”

“Is he expecting you?”

“Sort of.”

“Well, Jack’s not here. However, you can tell me your deal over drinks downstairs at the bar.”

Dillon liked what he saw.