Justin's POV

Brian sat down in front of me. I was on the couch, and Brian, on the table.

He sighed and stated, "Whether I like it or not, I have to start working as normal tomorrow, and you should probably start living a normal, well, a somewhat normal life again. Ethan's in jail, and Hobbes should be by the end of the day. So now, we need to decide what that means. I definitely want you to call me every two hours whenever we're apart. Will that be a problem, Angel?"

I shook my head no. I wanted to stay connected as much as he wanted us to stay connected.

Brian nodded. Then he shot me a tongue-in-cheek look and said, "I also took the liberty of making us a schedule."

I raised an eyebrow and asked, "A schedule?"

Brian pulled a sheet of paper off the table behind him and handed it to me. He explained, "Yes. I read about a Dom-sub couple doing something similar on a Web site last night. It sounds like fun."

I smiled and replied, "Ok…" slowly as I looked it over.

Masturbation Monday

Rubbing (against another person or thing)

Voyeuristic masturbation

Mutual masturbation

Non-penetrative sex/Irrumation (in mouth, between thighs/ass cheeks)

Tie Tuesday

All forms of bondage

Whip Wednesday

Flogging (switches/rods/cat o' nine tails)

Textual Thursday

Textual intercourse (IM/text message/email sex)

Verbal intercourse (phone sex or verbalizations without touching the other)

Fantasy Friday

Exhibitionism

Seductions of all kinds (not dependent on roleplay)

Sexual roleplay (first time, treating a 'slut' coldly regarding sexual gratification, hustler fantasies, etc.)

Sub's Choice Saturday

Anything goes (dates, the sub topping, etc.)

Spanking Sunday

Spanking/paddling (with and without butt plugs)

After I finished reading it, I looked up and smiled (my naughtiest smile).

Brian looked at me a little apprehensively. He asked, "Well, what do you think?"

I giggled and replied, "I fucking love it!"

Brian visibly relaxed and even smiled a little.

I set the schedule on the table next to Brian and took a deep breath. Ever since the night before, when Brian had almost left, but then stayed after I asked him to give me what I needed, I had been thinking about our level of commitment, basically about making it official. Our relationship had deepened, and I felt this was the perfect next step, but I was still nervous about mentioning it. But that was probably just a throwback from our previous relationship, before I'd met Ethan.

I bit my lip and then declared softly, "I want you to collar me."

Brian's eyes widened, and he stared at me for a few minutes. He seemed to be trying to read me.

Finally, he inquired, in a very serious voice, "Angel, do you know what you're asking?"

I nodded and answered firmly, "I do. I want you to promise me that you'll always be my Master. I want to be the only sub you ever have, and I want to play that role forever."

Brian just stared at me.

I added, "You were finally able to tell me that you love me, you've realized that you don't need to fuck anyone else (that in fact, not fucking anyone else can bring you more pleasure and freedom than you've ever known), and you've proven that you can and will take care of my every need no matter what the situation. So I want to give myself to you for always."

Brian looked down and rolled his lips into his mouth. A few moments later, he lifted his eyes until they met mine, and he said, "We started doing this as a way for us both to deal with what happened…"

I nodded, but countered, "Yes, but it has become much more than that, and you know it. Not only has it helped us work through my leaving but also becoming my Master has made you feel safe enough to share things with me that you've never been able to express before."

Brian wasn't looking at me. He agreed, though softly, "True."

I continued, "Look, I imagine that I would enjoy being 'on top' literally and metaphorically once in a while, but I don't need it to be for an extended period. Sub's Choice Saturday would more than suffice. Just your telling me that you would consider switching roles periodically, knowing, knowing, that you would do that for me, means so much to me, more than I could ever express. But you and I both know that we are already in our preferred roles. Even with everything that happened to me. That may confuse most people, but it shouldn't confuse you. I've always taken on the role of the aggressor with everyone else. You were always the only one I 'submitted' to…so it's not that I was too young to know I should want more or because I didn't…because I don't know how to dominate. I just…I've always wanted you to dominate me…I've always wanted to give myself to you. Because I love you…because I know you love me. (and because it's fucking hot!) Whenever you take care of me, take control, you show me that you care. That's always the way it's been. And when I let you, when I relish in it, I'm showing you how much I care, how much I trust you. And, like I said, it's a fucking turn on…the best in the world as far as I'm concerned. You are and always have been a natural dom, but, when we're together, when you dominate me, it's like nothing else. It's magic. I wouldn't want anyone else to be my Master, and no one else could be the sub I am for you. I think part of it is that you know it's a complete choice on my part. You've seen me with other people. You know I'm not simply a submissive person. I choose to get down on my knees for you because you alone are worth it. Because you bring me more pleasure than any other dom could."

Brian fixed me with an intense gaze as he asked, "You'd want me to collar you in front of everyone?"

Without hesitation, I answered, "Yes."

Then, I laughed.

I asserted, "I think that your claiming me in front of everyone, and for always, is, ironically, more of a submission than my giving myself to you. I mean, I've never made my feelings for you a secret. Hardly. So…if you needed time to think about it, I'd understand."

Brian lifted his head sharply and said, "No."

I was suddenly afraid that that was his answer, but then, he looked at me intensely and added, "I already know what I want. I've known it since your second prom."

I was holding my breath waiting.

"I want you, Angel. Only you and all of you. I need you to be mine, to possess you, in every possible way. So, yes, I'll collar you in front of everyone. In fact, it would be a great pleasure."

I threw myself into Brian's arms, kissing him everywhere, every patch of naked skin I could find.

He just laughed and smiled. I never thought I could be as happy as I was at that moment. That we could be that happy. It was dizzying.

After our talk, Brian said that he needed to go out for a while but that Daphne would be coming back over to hang out with me. I was a little disappointed that we didn't have celebration sex, but I was looking forward to sharing the good news with Daphne. She was going to freak! I had planned to be a little more nonchalant about the collaring, but, when Daphne arrived, I couldn't hold back. The moment she walked in the door, I burst out, "Brian and I are going to get married!"

Daphne's eyes widened. After my announcement registered, she grabbed me, screamed, and started bouncing up and down. A few minutes later, we sat down, me with a silly grin plastered on my face and her with a look of incredulity.

Daphne shook her head. "When you said that Brian told you he loved you, I was floored, and even more so when he admitted how he felt in front of everyone, but no word exists for what I'm feeling now."

I laughed and agreed, "I know. It sounds like a crazy dream, doesn't it?"

Daphne giggled. "So spill…how did it happen?"

I wrinkled my nose. I confessed, "I asked him, but he said yes, well, his exact words were 'I want you. Only you and all of you. I need you to be mine…So yes."

"Awww…that's so sweet!"

I just flashed her a million-watt smile. Then, I sighed. I knew that I had to tell her 'the rest.' I supposed that now was as good a time as any.

I began, "Daph, I need to tell you something."

She froze. "What is it? The test results weren't wrong, were they?"

I chuckled. "No, nothing like that."

She exhaled. "Phew. You had me scared. So what is it?"

"Well…remember that day that Brian broke the shower glass?"

She shivered. "Yeah. The fight you two were having that morning was intense."

I nodded slowly, remembering. I continued, "Well, I begged him to make me his again (Daphne looked like she might cry when I said this), so he suggested that we give dominance and submission a try."

"Dominance and submission? You mean like S&M?"

"Yes and no. Pain is involved, though only to enhance the eventual pleasure, but cruelty, self-hatred, and/or a love of pain, at least in our case, are not. Brian knew that this was the perfect way for me to deal with my feeling violated and helpless. Doing this with him made, makes, me feel beautiful, cherished, and safe. Somehow, he managed to exorcize everyone but himself from my body…as though he were the only man who'd ever fucked me, which is the way I wanted it, the way it would have been if I'd been given a choice. He also helped me to turn my anger outward, at my assailants, rather than internalizing it as I had been doing."

Daphne was awed. "Wow! That's really great."

I smiled. Then, I added, "So…when I asked Brian to marry me, I actually asked him to collar me."

"Collar you?"

"Yeah. Dom-sub couples participate in a collaring ceremony when they want to make their relationship permanent. Every relationship is a little different, but, generally speaking, such a ceremony is a way for the sub to give him or herself to the dom and for the dom to claim the sub as his or her own. Usually with friends (and possibly family members) as witnesses. It represents their promise to provide for each other's physical and emotional needs, though in different ways. The dom derives great pleasure and comfort from the sub's obedience and desire to please, and the sub derives the same from the dom's reverential gaze and carefully planned and executed scenes. They trust each other implicitly and are completely devoted to each other."

"That sounds wonderful."

I smiled. "It really is. I've never felt more loved in my life (or more pleasure), and Brian finally feels safe enough to be open with me."

Daphne laughed. "I think I understand, but I honestly don't know who else will."

I declared firmly, "Anyone who doesn't can fuck off."

Daphne smiled. "I'm glad to hear you say that. I always thought that you were too sensitive to what people said about Brian and about your relationship with him."

Suddenly, someone rang the bell. I froze. That was still my knee-jerk reaction to the unexpected. But I managed to quell my fear quickly and went to answer it. It turned out to be a delivery man. From a florist. I was delighted but shocked when the delivery man said that the flowers were for me. I smiled brightly when he handed me a vase with a dozen red roses, but, then (making two trips), he brought in four more. Finally, he handed me an envelope and left. I was flabbergasted.

Daphne jumped up and down at my side. She demanded, "Well hurry and read it!"

I smiled and pulled out a folded piece of paper. I read (out loud), "Angel, I hope you haven't forgotten about our date tonight. I've heard that a date should always bring flowers, but I thought you might prefer this delivery method. The florist informed me that the different-colored roses have different meanings, so I couldn't pick just one color. The red represents my love, and the orange, my desire. The yellow signifies the friendship we developed, and the white, your innocence, which I had the pleasure of taking from you. Finally, the blue-violet symbolizes the mystery and impossibility of our unlikely, yet nonetheless real, connection, one that not even my fear and stubbornness could break or in any way diminish.

Be sure to put on something pretty. I'll pick you up at 7pm."

Daphne screamed, "Oh my fucking God! That's so sweet!"

I just gazed dreamily at my five bouquets.

Getting ready, I was so nervous. I had no idea where we would be going, so I wasn't sure what to wear. Daphne suggested a lightweight red-purple cashmere sweater and black pants. That way, she reasoned I wouldn't be too overdressed at a club or too underdressed at a fancy restaurant. Once we'd decided, I jumped in the shower. When I was nearly done, Daphne started squealing. I hurried to finish, wrapped a towel around my waist, and rushed out.

I was immediately stunned. Brian had sent me something from the Armani store in New York. There was no card, but the box was labeled "Something Pretty." When I opened the box I found a pair of white satin loose-fitting pants (they clung to my waist just right, but were a little loose in the legs, giving them a slightly billowy look), a blue silk shirt, with an open neck, that left my midriff bare, and a pair of white flip flops. I loved it! Course, I was a little nervous about spilling something on myself, which is one of the reasons I often wore dark-colored shirts and dark cargo pants. Walking around, I felt so light and airy, as though I were completely naked.

Fifteen minutes to 7pm, I started pacing. Daphne tried to get me to relax, but I couldn't, so she passed the time by making fun of me. Finally, at 7pm on the dot, someone knocked. Daphne giggled and ran to answer the door. I was so nervous (I'm not even sure why) that I was frozen, facing away from the door.

A moment later, I felt Brian behind me. He whispered in my ear, "Turn around, Angel. Let me see how your new outfit looks."

I took a deep breath and pivoted slowly. He declared softly, as though in awe, "You look absolutely beautiful."

I beamed and blushed a little.

Brian was wearing a black button down shirt made of the lightest, softest material (you could almost see through it, and a few buttons were undone), a pair of almost sheer lightweight dark khakis, and black flip flops. He looked so gorgeous.

His eyes were dancing. He took my hand, threaded our fingers together, and asked, "You ready?"

I nodded. He pulled me gently toward the door. I waved goodbye to Daphne. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

For once, Brian and I took the stairs. When I raised an eyebrow, he stated simply, "If we stop moving before we reach the car, even for a second, I won't be able to control myself. You look especially scrumptious tonight."

My breath hitched in my throat.

Suddenly, I remembered the flowers. I burst out, "I love the roses. They are beautiful…and the note…I have no words."

Brian continued to look forward, as though he hadn't heard me, but he held my hand a little tighter.

My eyes widened when I saw that Brian was leading me to a limousine. He let go of my hand, opened the door for me, and bowed like a limo driver. I giggled and slid in. He joined me, and the limo started moving. I didn't even see the driver because of the divider. The limo was huge, with two bench seats.

I breathed in awe, "Brian, you've really outdone yourself."

He replied nonchalantly, "You ain't seen nothing yet."

I smiled brightly as he pulled me against him. My head was on his chest and his arm around my shoulder.

We only drove for maybe five minutes. When I stepped out, I realized that we were on Grandview Avenue on Mt. Washington. Both sides of the road were woodsy areas, but on the right side, there were small clearings through which you could see the Pittsburgh skyline.

At first, I thought we were headed for one of those, but, instead, Brian took my hand and led me into a grove of tall trees. We walked along a path, but one that had seen little use. After a few minutes of walking, we reached a circular clearing completely isolated from everything else by a thick curtain of trees and shrubs. In the center, there was a circle of trees, reminiscent of places druids held rituals. Inside the circle, there was a medium-sized round table with two white candles, two place settings, many dishes of food, and a bottle of champagne chilling.

Brian led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me.

Once I'd sat down, I exclaimed, "Brian….this is beautiful."

Brian chuckled. "I'm glad you like think so, Angel. For the record, this is as close I'll ever come to a picnic."

I shook my head and breathed, "This is a million times better than any picnic…"

Brian urged, "Dive right in. I know you're dying of curiosity."

While I did that, Brian pulled a portable CD player out from behind a tree and pressed play.

Depeche Mode's "Just Can't Get Enough" started to play. When The Divinyls' "I Touch Myself"

followed, I cried out excitedly, "Oh my God! Did you make us a mix CD?"

He didn't answer. He just started concentrating really hard on his food.

I added, in wonder, "You really meant it when you promised to make every girly fantasy that ever popped into my head come true."

We spent the next hour eating and staring at each other. Most of our conversation involved the food. Brian had selected such a wide variety of exotic foods. I was in heaven. The only songs I recognized from Brian's mix CD while we were eating were James Blunt's "Goodbye My Lover," the Art of Noise's "Moments in Love," and The Church's "Under the Milky Way."

When Audrey Hepburn's "Moon River" started to play, Brian surprised me, yet again, by standing up and reaching out for my hand. He led me away from the table and then pulled me close as he started to turn us. He held my hand with his right and my waist with his left. We danced slowly, so close together. The swaying of our bodies and the look in his eyes were hypnotic, and the feeling of his body next to mine and his scent, intoxicating.

The Drifters' "Save the Last Dance for Me" broke the spell. We danced much faster to that one; Brian kept spinning me until I felt dizzy and a little high. At the end of the song, neither of us could help laughing and smiling.

Then, Brian kissed my lips gently and asked, "Are you ready for the second part of our date?"

I just nodded, still grinning like a fool.

Before we left the grove, I managed the snag the mix CD Brian had made. At the moment, I was sitting sideways on Brian's lap in the limo, with my head on his shoulder. He had both arms wrapped around me. Suddenly, the limo stopped. I was loathe to leave Brian's arms, so he actually carried me outside, finally sitting us down on a wooden bench, with me still on his lap. I looked around. We were in the most beautiful garden I'd ever seen. We were surrounded by so many types of flowers I couldn't even count them, including quite a few I'd never even seen before. The warm summer breeze, the sweet scent of flowers, and the bright crescent moon above us, tinged pink, made for a perfectly romantic moment.

Brian turned my face toward him with a finger and stated, "Angel, I hid a great many things from you for a long time. Fortunately, our friends and family took it upon themselves to share most of those with you. However, one more secret remains untold, one that no one else could possibly have shared with you."

I stopped breathing, as I waited for him to continue.

"I've been told that many lovers like to know the moment when their significant others knew they'd fallen in love with them."

I just nodded. I felt dazed.

Brian cleared his throat.

He looked deep into my eyes, and, almost in a whisper, he continued, "I suspected that I was falling for you…that first night (my eyes widened), which is why I told you I loved you the first time."

I exclaimed, "I didn't even know you remembered that!"

He shrugged. "I pretended not to remember, but I remembered everything involving us. So I suspected that first night…but I didn't know for sure until the night of your prom, in the parking garage. As I looked into your eyes and kissed your lips, I knew."

My chest constricted, and I sent my lips crashing down onto Brian's, kissing him passionately, devouring him really. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away and asked, "Don't you want your present?

I asked eagerly, "Present?"

Brian nodded slowly and pulled something out of his pocket.

He confessed, "I should have given this to you for your birthday last year. If only I had…"

Confusion evident in my voice, I asked, "What?"

Brian swallowed hard and replied, "I bought it for you last year, but, then, I didn't give it to you. I was still…anyway, I had it engraved today. So here."

Then, he slipped something into my hand. It was a ring. A ring! It was a band of frosted platinum, dusted with gold.

"Oh God…"

Brian urged, "Read it."

Tears filled my eyes, as I read, "Angel, my heart beats only for you."

Brian cleared his throat, blinked a few times, and said, "I stole it. From Verlaine."

He would have said more, but I silenced him with a deep kiss.

Then, I pulled away and slipped the ring on my ring finger. It fit perfectly.

I breathed, "I adore it. It's so beautiful."

Again, he pretended not to hear me, but he held me tighter.

Then, he asked, "So…would you mind if I showed you off?"

I tilted my head and smiled. I repeated, "Showed me off how?"

"I've been wooing a client on and off for some time, and I just learned that he's in town again. I told him about this party…it's kind of like an after party, but it doesn't come after anything. Anyhow, the party's tonight, and I know he'll be attending."

I beamed. "You want to introduce me to a potential client?"

Brian nodded slowly, a hopeful look on his face.

I laughed. "Of course, I'd love to meet him."

Brian studied me as he asked, "Are you sure you don't mind? The party won't exactly match the timbre of the evening thus far…"

I smiled. "I figured. Yes, I'm sure."

I moved to stand, but Brian picked me up again and carried me to the car. He set me inside, spoke with the driver for a minute, and then climbed in beside me.

I asked, "What was that about?"

Brian replied, "I told him to go the long way."

Brian's serious expression when he answered made me a little nervous, shy nervous.

Brian kneeled in front of me and kissed me slow. So slow and deep. Then, he pulled away a little and stated, his voice husky, "I don't deserve this, but God I want it. So much. I'm so lucky you came back. Back from the coma, back from Ethan, back from that dark place. I need you alive and happy, and I need you with me. Always. I tried pushing you away for your own good, but I'm no Rick Blaine. I can't ever make you leave and then walk off into the sunset with 'a friend,' acting all hopeful. All my hope lies in you, Angel. I'm no longer capable of being noble, if I ever was. "

I laughed. "And I don't want to go fight the good fight, not without you."

Brian brushed his lips against mine and, then, kissed me ravenously. His intensity set my heart to beating triple time and my body to trembling.

After a few minutes, Brian pulled away, leaving me breathless and desperate for his touch. He gently removed all my clothes, as though I might break if he were too rough. Then, he just gazed at me.

He stated softly, "You're so beautiful, Angel."

He ran his hands all over me, until he'd touched every single part of my body. Then, he quickly removed all his clothing and took out some lube and a condom. He opened me up quickly, sheathed himself, gently placed my legs on his shoulders, and slowly started pushing inside me, all the while gazing into my eyes. I bit my lip, arched my back, and pushed down so that in one swift movement, Brian's cock was buried all the way inside me. We both moaned.

He ran his hands gently over my back as he angled his hips and started thrusting. I licked my lips, and Brian, ever perceptive when it came to me, leaned in further, licked my lower lip, and, then, thrust his tongue inside my mouth, exploring every inch. I moaned softly in his mouth. Brian pumped me slow, despite the fact that he needed release so badly that I could feel his body shaking. I was in a similar state.

Unexpectedly, Brian pulled out of me and moved back far enough so that he could engulf my cock with his mouth, which he did. He slid his hands under my ass and squeezed my cheeks gently as he pushed upward, so that my cock penetrated his throat. He moaned, and the vibrations sent a thrill throughout my body. I threw back my head and moaned, too. Brian sucked my cock hard and pushed my ass up on every downstroke so that my cock penetrated his throat every time. Soon I was panting, moaning, and quivering, aching for release. Brian, seeming to perceive my desperate need, quickened the pace until I exploded in his mouth with a shout (well, a few shouts), "Oh, Ohhh, Ohhhhh," a white-hot heat spreading out from my groin to every part of my body, even my scalp.

Brian flipped me over, quickly but gently, placing me on my knees in front of him. Then, he thrust inside me as he whispered in my ear, "I love you, Angel."

I whispered back, "I love you, too, Master," as he caressed my belly, licked and sucked on my neck, and thrust faster and faster. A few moments later, he nuzzled my neck, slid his hands up my chest, and held me tight, as he thrust one last time and came with a guttural moan. He didn't move for a long moment; he just held me and breathed me in. Finally, we separated; the cold emptiness I felt caused me to whimper. After he'd discarded the condom, he sat me back on the seat and kissed my lips gently.

Then, he stated softly, "We should dress. We're almost there."

I couldn't help but beam as Brian put my clothes back on and smiled at me. So far, the night had been absolutely perfect, better than I could ever have imagined.

Brian and I exited the limousine. We were at an abandoned warehouse in the Strip District. Near the top of the building, I could make out "United States Steel," though the paint had faded quite a bit. The warehouse was built right on the shore of the Monongahela River. Maybe 400 yards away, I could see an abandoned plant. It had probably supplied this warehouse in the 1950s. Nearby, there were railroad tracks running parallel to the river. Truly an urban wasteland. I hadn't had the urge to paint in a while, not since the rape, but this scene, in many ways, evoked feelings similar to those I'd experienced, still experienced, as a result of what Ethan and Hobbs had done to me. Desolation. Powerlessness. Hopelessness. I noted as many details as I could so I'd be able to paint it later.

Suddenly, Brian slipped his hand in mine, startling me and pulling me out of my head, banishing the dark thoughts therein, for the moment anyway. He smiled at me and asked softly, "You coming, Angel?"

I couldn't help but smile back. I smiled even more brightly when he ran a finger over my ring. It glinted brilliantly in the moonlight, reminding me that, even in the wasteland of my heart, there was hope. In fact, I held all my hope and my greatest source of happiness in my hand.

Once we entered the warehouse, Brian pulled his hand out of mine and placed it on the small of my back. God I loved possessive Brian. He guided me to a makeshift table in the very back beside an area being used as a dance floor.

Brian nodded at the person sitting there, a relatively attractive middle-aged man. He had all his hair (it was dirty blonde), and he was slim.

The man smiled and exclaimed, "Brian, you made it! Who's this handsome young man?"

Brian replied, "Justin, this is Kenneth Mayer. He's with GlaxoSmithKline's Consumer Division, the leading provider of oral health care products, nutritional drinks, and over the counter medicines in the country. Kenneth, this is my partner Justin Taylor."

Kenneth nodded in approval after sizing me up. "Lucky man."

My eyes widened when I heard Brian respond softly, "Indeed I am."

We joined Kenneth on a bench sitting against a wall. The table had been pulled up to it. Brian placed his arm around me and then scanned the room, probably getting his bearings. Suddenly, he stood up. He pointed toward a makeshift bar at the center. He said, "I'm going to get drinks." Then, he whispered, "Back in a flash, Angel."

I just smiled.

Brian's POV

I walked straight up to a disgusting looking middle-aged man near the bar. He had long brown hair, though he was balding, and a long beard. He was at least 20 pounds overweight.

He'd been staring at Justin. In fact, he still was.

I stood next to him and growled, "There a reason you're staring at my boyfriend?"

The man glanced at me, but then turned his attention back to Justin. He replied, "Real kinky fellow that one."

I asked, "He is?"

"Oh yeah. He's into rape fantasies."

I froze. As calmly as possible, I inquired, "How would you know?"

The man chuckled and responded, lust evident in his voice, "I saw it with my own eyes."

It took everything I had in me, and then some, to keep my voice even. I asked, "Did you, now?"

"Yes. Had some wussy musician and a closet case take turns 'raping him.'"

I reacted without even thinking, grabbing the man by the arm and pulling him to the far wall on the other side of the bar. Thankfully, it was pretty dark there, so no one seemed to notice us. Adrenaline coursing through my veins, I grabbed him by the throat and shoved him up against the wall. I hissed menacingly, "What you saw, you son of a bitch, was my boyfriend, who'd been drugged and kidnapped, being raped by people who hate him."

The man's eyes shot open. He sputtered, "What? I…I did-didn't know!"

I shook my head. I accused, "You could have saved him, but, instead, what? You got off on it? You are one sick freak!"

The man's eyes were as wide as saucers. He held his hands up as though to ward me off.

"I swear. I didn't know."

I tightened my grip until I'd cut off the man's airflow. I let the man squirm for a few seconds and then let him fall. He landed with a thud. The man sat on the cement floor coughing for a couple of minutes. Then, I pulled him to a standing position and moved very close to the man's face, glaring at him.

I spat out contemptuously, "You didn't know? Fine. Here's your chance to redeem yourself. Tell me everything. How you got to the abandoned house. Who you were with. Why you were there."

"Ok. Ok. Take it easy, man."

I asked, barely suppressed rage infused in every word, "Take it easy? You've got to be fucking kidding!"

Then, more calmly, I asked, "You have any sisters?"

Confused, the man replied warily, "Yeah, one."

In an even tone, I said, "Ok. Suppose I'd witnessed her being raped and suppose that not only did I not rescue her but I also started telling people how kinky she was…How much would you be liking me?"

Gravely, the man replied, "Point taken. Um…I went to the house with Saperstein, you know, the guy who owns Babylon."

I nodded. "I know him."

"Uh, Saperstein was there to sell to the wuss and the closet case."

I couldn't help but kick myself for being such an asshole with Justin about letting the Sap blow him. Maybe then Justin would have felt comfortable telling me what had happened at that party. If the Sap had been prosecuted then, he might not have been able to supply Ian and Hobbs.

I sighed and inquired, "What was he selling them?"

"I thought it was coke."

The man looked down. He continued hesitantly, "But…it could have been…it could have been…the drugs they were subduing the kid with."

I nodded slowly and looked down, forcing back tears with sheer willpower. I looked back up and asked, "Why were you with Saperstein?"

The man shrugged. "He has good drugs. He likes sucking people off. Sometimes, we hang out."

I narrowed my eyes and suggested in a voice that clearly revealed the disgust and rage I felt, "In the future, I hope you are more mindful of the company you keep."

I paused, but then continued, my voice breaking a little, "And the next time you happen upon a 'rape fantasy,' double check that it's not someone's waking nightmare."

The man nodded, a remorseful look in his eyes.

I sighed. "Let me see your wallet."

The man looked confused.

I snapped impatiently, "I'm not going to rob you. I just want to see your ID."

The man handed his wallet over.

I looked at his ID carefully, noting the man's name and address and hoping it wasn't fake. Then I declared, "The cops will be visiting you. If you have a soul, if you love your sister, you'll tell them all you know and testify. After everything, that is the least you can do. The very least."

The man nodded. "Ok."

I growled, "Now get the hell out of here."

The man didn't hesitate. He headed toward the door. I took a business card and a pen out of my pants pocket, which thanks to the flowy nature of the design, was quite spacious, wrote down the man's information, and then followed him out to the parking lot. I looked around until I spotted the car he'd climbed into and then copied down the license plate number. A little insurance couldn't hurt. Then, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Deb's number.

When I heard Carl's sleepy "Hello," I stated simply, "We have a witness."

After speaking with him for a few minutes, I headed to the bar for drinks. I glanced over at Kenneth's table, sighing in relief when I noted that Justin was blissfully ignorant of what had transpired.

Justin's POV

Brian and Kenneth had been discussing possible ad campaigns for ten minutes or so. I'd been trying to pay attention, but advertising over-the-counter drugs, even when Brian was discussing it, was not that exciting, and something across the warehouse had caught my eye, that is, a Zach O'Toole-sized cock (looked about 10 inches long and 3-4 inches wide, in other words, freaking huge). My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. Apparently, some of the partygoers had decided to have an orgy. Mr. Freaking Huge was fucking some guy, who was fucking another guy, and that guy was sucking yet another guy off. That guy was also getting fucked by someone who was being fucked by another guy. The guy at the end of that line was being rimmed. Lucky 7. I laughed. I watched them all for a few minutes, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of Mr. Freaking Huge and his partner. I couldn't believe how much the latter was taking, especially since he showed no signs of discomfort. I wondered whether Mr. Freaking Huge was really as big as he seemed from my vantage point. I jumped a little when Brian suddenly asked, amusement evident in his voice, "Do you want to join them?"

I turned to look at him, and, still a little dazed, I inquired, "What?"

Brian chuckled.

Suddenly, I realized that Kenneth was no longer at the table. I asked, "Where'd Kenneth go?"

"Off to find someone to fuck."

I nodded. "Of course. So how'd it go? Is his company going to use your campaign?"

Brian shrugged. "He said he needed to think about it."

I frowned.

Brian nodded toward the orgy and said, "So…you were watching them for a solid five minutes. Did you see someone you like? Do you want to join them?"

I shook my head. Awed, I said, "I was just a little shocked by Mr. Freaking Huge on the left side, at the very end."

Brian inquired, amusement and something else (was that jealousy?) evident in his voice, "Ah…so you just want to be fucked by him or, should I say, that freaking huge cock?"

I giggled. "No! No fucking way would I let that anywhere near me!"

Then I added, "I don't want to fuck Mr. Freaking Huge, and I don't want to join the orgy. Actually, I'm grateful that I'm not among the participants."

Brian looked confused. He asked, "Didn't you enjoy our group activities?"

I smiled. "Of course, I did. But at the time, if you'd asked me which I'd prefer, fucking other people with you or fucking or being fucked by you when we were all alone, I would have chosen the latter every time. I only participated in threesomes, foursomes, and orgies because fucking other people with you was better than watching you fuck other people or knowing that you had when I wasn't there. Fuck, I didn't even want to trick, but…it became a matter of pride."

"A matter of pride?"

I took a deep breath. This was something I'd never told Brian, something I'd never intended to tell him. I answered slowly, "It was a way to make you proud and a way to recoup the pride I'd felt I lost whenever you preferred fucking someone else to fucking me."

Brian swallowed hard and looked down.

Still looking at the cement floor, he admitted softly, "I never preferred fucking anyone else, Angel."

I asked incredulously, "You didn't?"

Brian simply shook his head. But now he was looking at me with such a serious expression in his eyes that it quite literally took my breath away. I was speechless. When I finally found my voice, I laughed and exclaimed, "We're both so fucked up."

Brian smiled and nodded. Then, he said, with amusement in his voice but a serious expression in his eyes, "But I'd like to think we're making progress."

I just stared at him. Gazed was more like it. Every time I thought I couldn't be more in love with Brian, I found that somehow I was. I looked at Brian hungrily. I needed…I didn't even know what exactly. I just wanted to show him how much I loved him. How fucking incredible he was.

Brian wrapped his arms around my waist and set his chin on my shoulder. Then he said, "Look, the orgy has inspired other group activities."

I turned back and saw that half the party was now engaged in threesomes, foursomes, etc. I laughed and exclaimed, "God damn! That was fast."

Then, Brian surprised me by stating evenly, in his sexy dom voice, "Angel, do you see that table over there? Behind Mr. Freaking Huge?"

I looked at the table and then back in Brian's direction, but kept my eyes low. "Yes, Master."

Brian continued, "I want you to give me a little show, Angel. Pay very careful attention to my directions. I'll only tell you once."

I smiled and answered, "Yes, Master." Brian had perceived my need and was indulging me, as had quickly become the norm.

He declared, "I want you to climb onto that table, Angel. Unbutton your shirt very slowly and then let it hang as you rub your cock through your pants and lick your lips. After a minute or two, when you are good and hard, let the shirt fall from your shoulders. Slowly unbutton your pants and let them fall, too. Then, take your cock in your right hand and start jerking off, but slowly, very slowly, while you gently squeeze your balls. I want you to look only at me the entire time, from start to finish. Don't look at anyone else and don't close your eyes, not even to blink. I want you to show me how much you want me. Can do all that for me, Angel?"

I smiled brightly and replied, "Yes, Master." I was eager to find out what he would do afterward. Would he fuck me in front of everyone? How I wanted him to!

Brian's POV

Justin slipped his flip flops off and climbed up on top of the table I had pointed out.

As I had asked, Justin unbuttoned his shirt very slowly. He gazed at me while he did so. My cock started to harden the minute I saw the first inch of his chest exposed. He had such beautiful skin. Soft and smooth like alabaster.

He let his shirt fall open after the last button had been unfastened and he began to rub his cock through his pants, just as I had asked. Then, he licked his lips, so slowly. Fuck! My cocked jumped at that. His own cock had grown so hard, I could see it even though his pants were a bit loose. Without even thinking, I licked my lips. I really wanted to suck him off. But not yet.

Justin must have noticed me licking my lips because he smiled naughtily as he rolled his shoulders back slowly and let the shirt fall to the floor. Then he brought his hands to the front of his pants and slowly unbuttoned them. When the last button was unfastened, Justin's cock popped out. I stood up and walked a bit closer. Unbuttoning the few buttons on my shirt that I'd left buttoned earlier. That seemed to have an effect on Justin. His eyes widened a little, and I could tell, even from this far away, that his breathing had grown ragged.

Mine did, too when he took his cock in his right hand and start jerking off. He ran a thumb over the tip and moved his hand slowly, so slowly, over his shaft. I walked even closer, close enough that he'd be able to see what I was about to do, and stopped. Then I started to rub my cock through my pants. He moaned softly as he watched me and then reached down and gently squeezed his balls. I could tell that he was having trouble keeping his eyes open, but somehow he managed it.

Finally, I walked up to the table. I was mouth level with his hard leaking cock. A wave of desire passed through me. I stated huskily, "Turn to the left a bit, Angel."

He complied. I wanted everyone watching, and many, many of the partygoers were, even those who'd been fucking or sucking when he climbed onto the table, to see all that he had to offer.

I asked, "Angel, do you want me to put your cock in my mouth? To take it all? To deepthroat you fast and hard until you cum in my throat?"

Before I had even finished the question, Justin's breathing had grown even more ragged. He half-moaned, half-whispered, "Fuck yes, Master!" in response. I smiled.

Then I slid my hands over his luscious ass and drew him closer, engulfing his cock in one go. The moment I had, he threw back his head and moaned loudly. I started deepthroating him, pulling his ass toward me as I slid my lips over his shaft on each downstroke to be sure the tip of his cock entered my throat and swallowed each time. Justin continued to moan as I sucked him off. Everything, the feel of his hard member in my mouth, the sounds he was making, and my awareness of the gaping onlookers, together made my cock painfully erect. It was actually throbbing.

Suddenly, Justin let out an even louder moan, a guttural moan really, and he came. I swallowed his cum greedily and then pulled back. When I licked his cock from base to tip, to make sure I'd gotten it all, he shuddered.

Then, I took his hand and helped him down. The moment his feet touched the cement, I spun him around and bent him over the table. Justin laughed and whispered, "I was hoping that you'd fuck me, Master."

I freed my cock, sheathed it quickly, and slicked it with lube. All that took me less than a minute. Then, I pushed my cock all the way inside him. He grunted. I slid my hands up and down his soft smooth back and then grabbed his hips and started fucking him hard.

A couple minutes later, I breathed, "Is this what you wanted, Angel?"

He half-whispered, half-moaned, "Yes, Master. Oh yes!"

I smiled and ran a finger over his cock, which was now rock hard again. Justin still had the shortest refractory period of any man I'd ever known.

I angled my hips so that the tip of my cock hit his prostate. He arched his back and moaned loudly in response.

I half-grunted, half-whispered, "Lean back on my chest, Angel."

When he did, I tilted his head and attacked his lips as I fucked him, kissing him passionately.

I'd been delaying my orgasm with willpower alone, but soon I could no longer do so. I broke our kiss and moaned a deep body moan as I came. Justin soon followed with a shout, "Fuck yeah!"

I chuckled. Once we'd caught our breath, I discarded the condom, buttoned up, and then started dressing Justin. He leaned back into me and stepped into his pants, and, as I kissed his neck, I buttoned them. I turned him around, slid his shirt back on, and buttoned it. Then I took his hand and led him back to the table. He was smiling so brightly that I couldn't help but smile back.

When we reached the table, Kenneth was there. Justin nodded a hello, put his shoes back on, and sat down.

Kenneth shot Justin an appreciative look and took me aside, exclaiming, "Justin's beautiful." He was talking to me, but still looking at him.

I smiled, but I was becoming uncomfortable. I agreed, "I certainly think so."

Then, Kenneth looked at me and inquired tentatively, "Any chance…"

I cut him off, stating evenly, "We're monogamous."

Kenneth sighed and looked at Justin once more, this time sadly. "Pity. You're a lucky man."

I just nodded. No one knew that better than I did.

Kenneth turned to leave, but then, almost as an afterthought, he looked back at me and said, "Call me on Monday. We'll discuss terms."

I laughed and replied, "Will do."

He smiled and then left.

I shook my head. I thought for sure he'd turn me down out of spite. I walked back over to Justin. Once there, I pulled him to a standing position, picked him up, and spun him around.

Justin laughed and then asked excitedly, "Does that mean that Kenneth wants to use you?"

I set Justin down and replied, "Yup. And I have you to thank for it."

Justin looked confused. He said, "But I didn't do anything."

I smiled. "You were just you, but that made all the difference. I've met with him in boardrooms and offices and at sundry parties, but he always said no. Until now. It must have been you."

Justin laughed and shook his head. "In any case, I'm so happy for you!"

Snagging Kenneth was a huge relief. I hadn't told Justin this, but I'd been in the doghouse for taking so much time off to be with him. This would get Vance off my back. Justin was still my lucky charm.

I asked, "So are you ready to go?"

He smiled and answered brightly, "Yes. Let's go home."

I took his hand, threaded our fingers together, and led him outside, where the limo was waiting.