Monday Morning, New York


"Kelly, I'm gonna need you to reschedule that conference I have tomorrow at ten. I have two contracts I need to get signed up with Dak Zevon and his management, and then we're gonna have to negotiate a deal with him. And be sure that my team knows that the board meeting is back on again for Thursday. Also, have you heard from Gustavo yet? That bastard still isn't budging, and I need to get in contact with him as soon as possible.", the sharply dressed man said, his hand rubbing his stubble as he planned out what was on the agenda for the following day.

Adjusting the cuffs on his dress shirt, James was currently gazing out the window of his 47th floor office, prime estate in a business capital like New York City. Turning back, he walked towards his desk, quickly answering the call that his assistant, Kelly, had put on hold for him. It was something miniscule, something James just didn't have the time for, so he hung up and began muttering to himself about people bothering him for the stupidest of reasons.

The dark-skinned woman quickly jotted down notes, taking into account as to what she would need to quickly finish before the day was over. She was used to James giving her many, many tasks, things which would make any other person break down from the levels of stress. But not her, though. Kelly was amazing at her job, she was a powerhouse who could get things done before you were finished telling her about them, and what seemed like a workload for others was nothing more than a quick assignment for her.

Both brains and beauty, she was the best at what she did, and James loved her for it. Kelly was a speed demon, a worker who could truly handle the fast paced environment James Diamond set upon them. The two worked very well together, both actually very close friends with the greatest amount of respect for one another. A day didn't go by where James didn't thank the gods for gracing him in the presence of Kelly Wainwright.

Outside of work, the two didn't spend too much time with one another, mostly due to them having such busy lives. With what time they could squeeze in together that didn't focus on whatever negotiation that needed to be made, the two would try to grab lunch together, or anything of the sort. Having only been working together for the past year, the two really hit it off, James seeing her as the sister he always wanted, and her likewise.

After what had happened the previous year, James was glad that fate was still on his side.

James Diamond, the 34-year old bachelor with a body to kill for and a smile that could charm just about anybody, was one of the most prolific young entrepreneurs in all of New York. Having inherited the family business, Diamond Cosmetics, from his mother, the late Brooke Diamond, James just had a natural sense of business savvy, prevalent throughout his life. He was a natural born leader, not only book smart but also charismatic, he was the package deal. While he wasn't actually in charge of anybody, instead working with a team of some of his mother's most trusted business associates, he was quickly on his way to a promotion, something those who had been working decades could only dream of.

It's also what landed him in the nasty situation he wished he could have just forgotten.

Originally stationed in his home state of Minnesota, James Diamond immediately picked up where his mother had left off, handling business in what could best be described as successful. Working with his team, he knew his way around the trade, quickly making his way up the career ladder impossibly fast, the next level being an actual business manager, and eventually leading to the biggest of all, CEO. With Brooke Diamond being the previous CEO before her passing, James still had to work for it, despite inheriting the business, he couldn't just take full control over it.

Gustave Rocque, a business mogul who had transformed even the shabbiest of companies, was the current CEO of Diamond Cosmetics. James didn't necessarily like him, Gustavo was an asshole, his brutal honesty being more brutal if anything. He found it so hard to believe that someone like Kelly could actually be one of that man's closest friends, but she always said that he was much nicer once you got to know him. James didn't care to do so. But he also knew that Gustavo was excellent at what he did, and he knew that the family company was in the right hands.

Apart from whatever conflict he had with Gustavo, his life had been going seemingly flawlessly. People were throwing themselves at him, whether it be to get him to help sign on to whatever project that had planned out, to trying to get into his pants, hoping to become either Mr. or Mrs. Diamond, a life of luxury surely awaiting them.

James didn't mind at all. With money and sex being thrown at him left and right, he was loving his life, until the scandal completely shook up his career.

James was no stranger to sexing up his clients. In fact, he could even get a bit ruthless at times. While most of his business contacts were elderly and just not the type James liked to bang, that didn't stop him from fucking the sons and daughters of these old snobs, with him usually cutting off contact from their once he had finished the deal with the fathers.

James took an immediate liking to Mercedes Griffin, a curvy, fiery blonde who was also making her way up in the business world. Although her personality was borderline toxic, she was very smart and persuasive, and James couldn't help but find her smoking hot, and, of course, she thought the same of him. They had hooked up quite a bit of times, with Mercedes wanting something more, and James wanting a no strings attached type of commitment. Casual sex still went on between them for a while longer.

That also wasn't his only endeavor, though. Jett Stetson, up and coming actor on the hit teen series, New Town High, was currently in negotiation to be the new face for Diamond Cosmetics' newest skin cleanser, a deal which would ensure him millions for filming just a few commercial and doing a few print ads. As James talked business with Jett and his team, the brunette couldn't help but feel Jett's eyes on him the entire time. Stealing quick glances at one another, the sexual tension was undeniable.

If Jett wanted to fuck, James didn't see the issue. Even if he was a potential client, he was a consenting adult. Hell, he was a 25-year old man playing a teen on some drama, it wasn't like he didn't know what he was getting into.

And boy, James was not wrong about him. Quickly wrapping up the deal, Jett told his manager that he wanted to ask James about how to get into the "industry". What his manager didn't know was that not seconds after his lap, Jett had his face shoved in the muscular brunette's crotch, James's cock hitting the back of the Jett's throat as the actor palmed himself through his designer jeans.

It was quite a shock when the manager came back to retrieve his forgotten briefcase, only to see his client with jizz down the sides of his mouth as he told the business associate how much he couldn't wait get his "ass pummeled"", with the brunette leaning back in his leather chair, his hands behind his head, tie loosened, and pants around his ankles.

It was also quite a shock when James learned that Jett was the recently engaged fiancé of Mercedes Griffin, a woman who he had quite some history with. A woman who was also the daughter of Arthur Griffin, the CEO of the RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid Corporation, a potential business partner of Brooke Cosmetics who was nearly done signing off on a multi-million dollar project between the two companies.

James had unknowingly played homewrecker, as the split between Jett and Mercedes became a highly publicized event, his team working desperately to pay off anybody who knew that James Diamond, the family prodigy, was the cause of it. Trying to conduct as much damage control as possible, James's career and newly inherited company were very close to being flushed away. Deciding that transferring over to the company division in New York would be the best course of action, James packed his bags and was sent away from Minnesota with a demotion, now only an "advisor" to the other associates.

He worked hard to get his job back, which he did. Although he was back in his old position, he had taken a hefty pay cut compared to when he previously held the title. He was still making a lot of money, but his budget was a lot different compared to before. New York was much more expensive that Minnesota was, and what had him living lavishly back in his home state was now keeping him living almost paycheck to paycheck.

He could always downgrade from his loft, the monthly rent cost exponential, but James would just wait it out. If he could secure just one big deal, he was hopeful he would get a raise that would bump him back up to what he once was.


As he made his way back home, checking his iPhone to see that it was only a few minutes after 6:30, James was glad to finally be done after a long day at the office. He and Kelly powered through the remaining work they had left, filing all paperwork and answering all calls as the following hour had seemed to just speed by. The two said their goodbyes, with Kelly having plans with Gustavo after work and James deciding that he should rest up for the big day tomorrow.

Seeing his apartment building, he was glad to have arrived at his destination, especially before the nighttime streets became busy and impassable. As he entered through the lobby, people going in and out through the sliding glass door, the building an epicenter for those in the workforce or those just born from money, he strided along the marble floors, the sound of his dress shoes clacking against the hard stone.

Taking an elevator, he pressed the button for the 6th level, leaning his head against the wall of the cramped space, the vibration of the floors steadfastly passing him. With a ding as the elevator doors pushed back, he opened his eyes and made his down the hallway, stopping by the mailbox he and the other resident on the floor shared. Quickly gathering whatever had been delivered to him, he unlocked his door, taking in the sight of his modern, New York loft.

It was beautifully decorated, dark wooden floors you could see your reflection in, white brick walks that extended for what seemed like forever, and large glass pane windows, giving an extraordinary view of Downtown Manhattan. Hanging up his suit jacket and putting his briefcase in it's designated spot, he made his way over to the kitchen, the design scheme just as sleek and modern as the rest of his house. Leaning over the black marble countertop that had cost him a pretty penny to install, he shuffled through his stack of mail, scowling at what had been delivered to him

Bills. Bills. Bills. Andmore bills. Sighing, he massaged his temples, knowing that he couldn't let himself form any premature worry lines. He had been careful to keep his looks youthful and attractive, with the rugged stubble and sharp, dapper haircut contrasting his still-boyish good looks. Forehead wrinkles and stress lines just wouldn't go with the character he was going for, and he wouldn't let some minor debt be the cause of any sudden imperfections.

Pushing the letters to the side, he went over to his fridge, trying to find something he could heat up and eat for dinner. He had some leftover pasta from this fancy shmancy Italian restaurant he frequented often, deciding that it would do. James Diamond could not cook to save his life, so he mostly had to rely on takeout. It was also taking a strain on his wallet, as the various expenses he made for breakfast, lunch, and dinner added up, especially when he was ordering meals every day of the week. He had no issue in taking up learning how to cook, but after the incident where he had managed to burn water, he knew that he would just have to rely on others to do it for him.

As he threw the alfredo in the microwave for a couple of minutes, he made his way over to his bedroom, his California King bed practically begging him to jump in and get some sleep. It was only seven at night, though, and James wanted to spend at least whatever time he had left this evening doing something a little more worthwhile then dozing off. Shimmying out of his work clothes, he changed into a pair of silky pajama shorts that he wasn't proud of how much he had spent on them, even if they only accentuated the v-line of his toned torso that much more. Also throwing on a grey tank top that clung to his ripped chest and abs, he put his clothes in the hamper, planning on washing them sometime soon.

Hearing the ding of the microwave, James grabbed his laptop and charger, knowing he could probably waste a few hours of his night surfing the web, with his device on his lap while he ate his dinner in his underwear on the couch. Setting the electronics on the coffee table, he made his way to the kitchen, pulling the piping hot food out and opting to just eat it out of the carton, not wanting to dirty a plate.

Sitting on the large sectional couch, he booted up his laptop, entering in the password between bites of noodles that had tasted much better when they had been fresh. As the desktop popped up, his antivirus software running a scan, along with other startup programs, he set his computer off to the side, giving it a few more minutes to completely load up.

As he shoveled in the alfredo, the only food he had pretty much had the entire day, he went through his smartphone, looking to see what was new with his Instagram and Snapchat friends. Nothing important, and James didn't really find himself caring all that much anyways. Deciding that there wasn't anything else to do on it, he got up, plugging in his phone to charge by the nearest electrical outlet.

Sitting back down, he opened up his internet browser, checking his emails, looking at the latest celebrity gossip sites (hoping to avoid any articles about the Mercedes and Jett breakup, which was still highly publicized despite being a year old), and then goofing around for the next hour, looking up pointless shit that had only entertained him for a couple of minutes.

It was only eight-fifteen at night, and James was bored out of his mind. He knew what he could do, of course, it was something he did practically every night, which wasn't all that uncommon for a single guy like him.

He would watch some porn.

Not really feeling interested in any of those high-production type of videos, bad acting and fake moans sounding pretty boring to him, he stumbled on one of those live webcam sites. Well, more like typed the URL into his browser. It was a decent one, and James was a frequent guest. It had a couple of options, some girl cams, some guy ones, even couples. James was in the mood for dick, though, so his choice was obvious. As he looked through the various guys currently broadcasting, all in order from the number of viewers they currently had, he mostly just saw some twinks, a couple of twanks, and even the occasional twunk.

It wasn't what he was looking for, which was disheartening, to say the least. Especially when it seemed that 90% of the guys fit under those three categories. Nobody really catching his eye, his mouse got closer and closer to the close button on the tab.

That is, until he stumbled across a guy who was just his type, going by the username "HockeyPucker", which was in bold letters. Rapidly clicking on the preview picture, eager to get to his live stream, James was hoping that he was just as hot as he was in his profile image.

And he definitely was. He was blonde, average body type that wasn't all that muscular, body hair in all the right places, thick facial hair covering the angular jawline that James just wanted to run his tongue along, and a smile that could charm the pants off of you (which was probably the whole idea of being a webcam model).

He was hot, in a scruffy, unkempt, carefree slacker kind of way. He definitely wasn't a pretty boy like most of the guys currently broadcasting, no, he was rugged, and that was exactly the way James liked it. He was currently shirtless, with his toned hairy chest on display, and from James's view, the blonde had only seemed to be wearing a backwards baseball cap. He was talking to some guy in the chat, James wasn't sure about what, but his voice sounded like music to his ears, his laugh echoing in his small bedroom as his dimples made their way to his face.

It was a good thing James didn't believe in love at first sight, because he was pretty sure he would have been in way too deep.

As the blonde held a conversation with the viewer, seeming to be actually interested in what his fans thought, James was surprised at how down to earth this guy was. Most of the broadcasters just wanted to get the show over as quick as they could, which was understandable, but Mr. HockeyPucker seemed to actually enjoy what he was doing.

Taking a quick glance over his profile info, he learned a bit about the webcam model. He was 23 years old, a non-smoker but a drinker, his bio stating that he was a musician and part-time student looking to have fun and make a few buck doing it. He seemed humble and friendly, and James could respect that. His profile also listed him as gay, which was also pretty cool.

"Haha, nah man, I won't be getting off anytime soon. It's still pretty early here, I'll probably chill for a bit and then we can get the fun started." the blonde said, smiling as he answered all the responses from the random guys in the chat box. As James saw that he only had about 18 current viewers, a pretty small number compared to the hundreds other guys could easily pull in, he was impressed with how the guy was handling it. He actually didn't seem to care about the amount of people watching him, but more so the conversation that came with it.

James had to get in on this.

He began typing up a pretty flirty message, hoping to get a positive response from the blonde and sparking a conversation between the two. As he submitted it, he was met with an error message.

"Sorry, only registered members can chat with our models. Feel free to take the time to make an account!"

"Fuck.", James thought, hoping to talk to the guy as soon as he could. No problem, though, he could quickly make an account and get back to the blonde who held all of his interest. Making his way over to the "Register for a New Account" option, he was met with a series of questions that would take much too long to answer. What was his name? Date of birth? Orientation? His username? Rapidly typing away at the keyboard, he entered in all of his information, choosing the moniker "DiamondBoi" as his username and wrapping everything up. As he finished, he was met with a congratulations message, stating that his confirmation email would arrive very shortly.

He shoved his computer off of his lap and practically threw himself at the wall his phone was plugged into. As he unlocked his iPhone and went to his emails, refreshing the messages over and over until a new one popped up, the activation email eventually showing, the brunette sighed in relief. As he confirmed his identity, he was officially a registered member. But it didn't matter, with the amount of time it took, the blonde had probably already shot 5 loads already. Making his way back over to his laptop, signing into the website, he saw that the cam guy was still in the same position, luckily.

Getting back to striking up a conversation, he sent a message that he was hoping the webcam model would appreciate.

"hey cutie, nice show! can't wait to learn all about you ;)"

As he hit reply, he could barely contain his excitement. James hardly ever got like this, but what could he say, the guy was hot. The blonde immediately noticed his response, which wasn't all that surprising, since the room wasn't very busy in the first place.

"Hey man, thanks a lot! Happy to please, what can I say. DiamondBoi, huh? Haven't seen you around before, you new?" the man questioned, readjusting his cap, his surprisingly toned arms and pits on display as they fixed the garment on his head. Deciding it was positioned right, he looked back at the camera, flashing his signature pearly whites.

"oh yeah, just had to make an account once i saw you broadcasting. definitely the hottest guy on here!" James typed, feeling a shot of electricity go straight to his dick as he pressed enter. Garnering a chuckle from the model and a nod of thanks, he continued. "guy like you must have a name… can't imagine a parent calling their kid HockeyPucker, even if it is fucking hot…"

The blonde laughed a bit more at this, once again repositioning himself in his chair, slightly wincing, which seemed odd to James. The chair did look pretty ratty, no doubt it must have been hard as a rock.

Kinda like James currently was.

"Well, hot stuff, on here I go by HockeyPucker, gotta maintain some privacy, heh. Buuuuut… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you know. The name's Kendall, but I can always go by whatever you want it to be, man." the blonde smiled, his dimples once again forming, sending a chill down James's spine.

Kendall, huh? James loved it, it was definitely befitting of him. The name just slipped off his tongue, and he couldn't wait to flirt even harder with the blonde.


The two chatted for the next 45 minutes, along with the other few guys in the room. James learned a bit more about the kid, Kendall sharing a bit about his life, something so down-to-earth and inviting, unlike the other guys on the website.

Like his bio said, he was an aspiring musician and currently enrolled part-time at the local community college. He had a roommate, who currently wasn't at home, Kendall saying he was studying pre-med or something and was usually busy. He also loved sports, specifically hockey, and James got a glance at the backwards cap he was wearing that was emblazoned with the "Minnesota Wild" logo on the front. Minnesota was his home state, but he recently made the move to somewhere more along the east coast to pursue his musical career. He didn't say where, probably due to privacy reasons, but James had a hunch that it had to have been New York. Where else would it have been, Connecticut? Yeah right.

According to him, he was in a band with his best friend, playing some type of indie synth-pop music or something, James had never heard of it, but it sounded like it would be cool. They were just starting out, so Kendall was pretty tight on money, especially with his roommate entering such an expensive field of study. So here he was, currently selling his body on the internet.

Kendall didn't seem bothered by it, though. He thought it was fun meeting all of the people watching him.

And, oh yeah. He was a total bottom. He didn't mind switching it up every now and then, but he preferred to get fucked. Hard. His words exactly.

Now the fun was starting to begin.


Author's Note: I'm back with a new story! A Kames one too. Hope you guys enjoy it, while I'm working on this one, I may try to whip up a couple of Kogan and Kogames oneshots/short fics too. I don't think this fic will be too long, probably not as long as Hot for Teacher was, but we'll see.

After writing the various Kames scenes in HfT, I got inspired to do a full length one. Hope you like it!

Thank you!