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  I paint and I write music.

  It was a simple answer with no fluff and was close to what Trenton had anticipated. Razer wasn't going to give without getting. You can ask me anything you want and I'll answer truthfully. Would Razer bite so to speak?

  He didn't have long to wait.

  Why in the hell would a good looking, professionally trained and obviously wealthy man succumb to using a service to find a good fuck? What are you hiding?

  "Whoa…you're filled with anger, Razer. Whew." Trenton realized his hands were shaking as he lifted his glass. Barely a sip left, he knew he needed a bracer before he answered the question.

  Gliding to the bar, he poured too much and didn't give a shit, taking a long gulp before heading back to his chair. As he sat down, he watched the dancing cursor and shook his head.

  How the hell do I answer that? Of course. The truth.

  Because I have needs that aren't being fulfilled in a normal relationship. I'm a man that enjoys many tastes and I long to share that side of myself with a man that can understand my darker needs. I value trust and companionship along with the truth. Always. I want a man that will enjoy the pleasure along with the discipline as we move toward creating a life we decide on together. I want what doesn't exist.

  Hovering his index finger over the send button, he hesitated and took another gulp of his bourbon. There was something about Razer he wanted to get to explore yet he realized one wrong word and he'd scare the man away. Lifting his head, Trenton prayed he'd put his thoughts out there the right way and hit send.

  He finished his drink and poured another then stared at the computer screen for what seemed like eternity before he heard the blip.

  That's exactly what I want. I'd like to talk.

  "Halle-fucking-lujah!" Trenton hooted then chuckled. Never in his forty-two years had he been shaking as hard as he was when he typed his response. Trenton would never know the reason a mysterious stranger was pre-selected by a group of "qualified" individuals but he didn't care. He wanted to find out more.

  If you have a Skype account, let's talk day after tomorrow.

  Trenton drained the rest of his third drink and groaned. Thank God tomorrow was Friday and while he had to go into the office, he had no appointments. Leaving early was a definite.

  That sounds reasonable.

  "Shit!" God the man didn't know how to make him hot and hard. "Fuck!" As his cock pressed against his pants, aching to the point he had to have relief, he licked his lips. You and me, Razer Willis. I'll show you what I long to do to that sexy body of yours.

  I'll leave you an email with my Skype information.

  As soon as he hit send, Trenton realized Razer had already signed off. This was going to take everything he had to control his own needs while in turn helping Razer harness his.

  "Unbelievable." As he gazed at Razer's picture, his dick twitched. He'd never been one to crave someone he'd never met but in a matter of minutes he found he'd gone from nothing out of the ordinary to wanting to bury his shaft deep inside Razer's ass. Licking his lips, he grazed his hand down his cock feeling his throbbing erection through the dense material of his jeans. He set down his drink, kept his eyes pinned on the wickedly hot man and unfastened his pants. As he pulled out his dick, he wrapped both hands around his throbbing muscle and groaned.

  Closing his eyes briefly, he imagined Razer taking his throbbing muscle into his hot mouth and swirling his tongue around the head of Trenton's cock, tasting and licking as Trenton moaned and rocked his hips forward, fucking his mouth. Swallowing hard, Trenton stroked his shaft the entire length and the incredible sensations sent a series of electric jolts thrashing through his body. He'd never experienced a reaction so strong while masturbating. Sliding his hand down to his balls, he squeezed and rolled his tender sacs between his fingers and the joyous rapture of pain infused with pleasure infused instantly creating a series of darting pulses traveling down his spine.

  Envisioning Razer on all fours, Trenton smiled at the feeling of slipping inside his tight ass for the first time, driving past the tight ring until his balls flapped against his carved ass. There was nothing like the sensations of a man's ass muscles tightening around his cock until it ached to explode. His breath ragged, Trenton opened his eyes to stare at the man he willed to be his lover and sighed, tugging the length of his shaft, tightening his grip around with each long stroke.

  His pulse racing, Trenton inhaled and bucked up from the chair, meeting the driving thrust of his hand as it tugged and pulled in manic motions. The first drop of pre-cum trickled out of his slit and he gazed down at the luscious pearl, licking his lips and longing to have Razer's mouth tasting him.

  Trenton stroked harder, barely able to focus as he was lost to the pleasure filling his body.

  Panting and groaning, his savage grunts floated through the room as cum filled the base of his cock, filling his swollen testicles until he could no longer hold back the storm.

  " Ffffuuuuucccckkkk! " Exploding, he gasped as his hot strings of cum flowed into his hands and through is fingers, erupting all over the top of the desk. Blinking furiously, Trenton sucked in air and tried to focus as he licked his dry lips and darted quick glances at the pooling sperm.

  Chuckling softly, he turned his lust filled gaze to the computer screen and as he smiled and rubbed his thick cum all over the base of his belly, he nodded. "You're going to belong to me."

  ****

  The building for Masters and Associates wasn't difficult to find. As Razer stood outside the glass and steel high-rise, he shook his head. After doing a bit of research, Razer found Trenton's books open to the public and learned he paid his employees well both in salary and benefits.

  Trenton owned the majority of stock in the company and the firm was doing well. Trenton Masters was obviously business savvy. It took Razer a little while digging through public records and newspaper clippings but he also found Trenton had interests in several other businesses including two well known restaurants and a club. Chuckling, the club was perhaps the most interesting piece of the puzzle.

  Posh and by invitation only, Club Trinity catered to the S & M crowd. Celebrities and the upper echelon of Atlanta society frequented the eclectic and very expensive bar. In scoping through the only two media articles that Razer could find that even hinted at the club, he quickly learned club rules prevented outsiders to see past the entrance. On some level Razer knew he should be terrified even thinking about venturing into a sex club but he'd heard enough about this one to know it was tame in comparison to what Tim was involved with. More glow and show, the ideas were seductive and enticing, rather than torturous. Razer felt a little better knowing with the number of celebrities involved at Club Trinity, the place would be shut down instantly if anything illegal or truly sickening happened behind the hallowed walls.

  Before taking the trip to downtown Atlanta, Razer drove past Trenton's gated neighborhood.

  The well maintained upscale community association was filled with perfectly coifed houses where landscapers worked tirelessly to keep lawns pristine. It was the type of place Razer both hated and longed to achieve. Razer thought about their brief conversation the night before and his heart raced. Clenching the steering wheel, he knew instinctively that Trenton was playing with him or he was exactly the kind of man Razer longed to have in his life Trenton was good looking, well educated and lived with another man. Perhaps their relationship was his secret. Razer suspected there was something else. Perhaps Trenton simply wanted a good fuck and a decent ménage. Then again, maybe his partner didn't enjoy the same sensual proclivities Trenton did.

  Either way, Razer was determined to find out more about the gorgeous blond. Entering the building, he scanned the atrium style foyer before gliding to the directory. Smiling, he shook his head and gazed at the myriad of people coming and going. Masters and Associates had the entire top floor. Stuffing his hands in his jeans pocket, he walked to a bank of windows and gazed out at the manmade lake surrounded
by a grouping of planted trees. The atmosphere was lovely.

  What the hell are you doing here? Razer nodded to himself. The million dollar question. They were scheduled to talk the next day. Was he simply trying to garner a glimpse of the man and perhaps size him up? Hmmm…it wasn't a bad idea. Making the decision, he turned to head toward the elevators as hackles rose across the back of his neck. Trenton Masters stood with a group of people waiting to get onto the elevator. Paper in hand, Trenton gazed absently at his surroundings saying nothing.

  Razer placed his hand over his heart and sucked in his breath. Computer generated pictures and newspaper articles didn't do the man justice. Tall and broad shouldered, he had long legs that fit snugly into a tight pair of well-worn jeans. His sun kissed blond hair was shoulder length and thick, the kind Razer could imagine falling across his chest as they embraced. His blood sizzling, Razer realized he'd taken two long strides forward before he could stop himself.

  Trenton turned and cocked his head.

  Their eyes locked and Razer held his breath. Thank God Trenton looked past him. Whew.

  Inching back slowly, he moved out of his line of sight and chastised himself. "Damn." Muttering under his breath, he darted his head out to steal another glance and breathed a sigh of relief.

  The elevator had come and gone. Chuckling, he gazed down at his shaking hand. He'd never had such a strong reaction to a man he didn't even know before. Why Trenton Masters? Because he's awakened the sleeping beast buried inside you. True enough, Razer hadn't slept at all the night before. Terrified, excitement surged through him as he thought of the possibilities. His cock twitched, pressing uncomfortably against his jeans.

  He thought about his two raucous rounds of masturbation and licked his lips. For the first time in months he was grinning like a kid in a candy store. But Trenton wanted to own him.

  Surely there was something desperately wrong with his thoughts. As he glanced at his watch, he sighed and gripped the handle of his portfolio tightly. The appointment with the gallery owner was easy to get. Winning the deal was something else entirely. Garnering his nerves, he strolled out of the building into the October air and gazed into the sun. At least the gallery was close by.

  ****

  Almost two hours later Trenton stood in his office staring out the window at the scores of people coming and going as if anticipating seeing Razer standing in the street. Swallowing hard, he checked his watch for the third time ignoring the paperwork on his desk. The moment he saw Razer in the foyer downstairs, he fought going ahead and forcing the meeting and let it be.

  This had to be played not only as required by the rules of Male Order but because of Razer's skittish reactions. Now wasn't the time to act like an impetuous lunatic that needed a quick lay.

  Trenton was going to do the right thing for once.

  Cocking his jaw, he rubbed his two-day stubble and wondered if suggesting Club Trinity was an option. Trenton chuckled knowing Dyson would refuse to go and in truth, he could barely think about setting foot inside himself. It was too close to home. When the owners of the club approached Trenton barely eighteen months before, Dyson called him insane for considering investing in something so scandalous. While he'd considered the options carefully before signing on the dotted line, the club was something he craved sharing with the right partner, if he could get over his fears. With the infusion of cash and some business changes and updated rules, Club Trinity was thriving and membership was highly sought after.

  "Would you enjoy something so decadent, Razer?" Was it something that could help ease the memories? Trenton breathed as he palmed the glass. Damn, the man was better looking than his pictures suggested. Adjusting the bulge in his pants, he envisioned their first meeting.

  Dyson insisted on being a part of the night and Trenton had no problem with it but he wondered what Razer would think. He certainly didn't join Male Order for a ménage, at least that was nowhere in his information.

  His office phone rang, dragging him out of his scattered thoughts. Striding over, he snagged the receiver. "Trenton Masters."

  "Andre Pilan."

  Trenton knew he should recognize the name and the man's Russian's accent. "Yes?"

  "From Gallery Chenko?"

  "Oh yes, of course. What can I do for you?"

  "I have a new artist I'd like to schedule a show for."

  "You don't need my permission," Trenton turned on his computer screen. The sooner he signed off on the invoices, the sooner he could leave.

  "He's an unknown sir and if you remember it's part of the contract. I can't sign him without permission."

  Trenton sighed. This was the part of owning several businesses that droves Trenton nuts.

  "Okay. You're right, Andre. What's his reputation like?"

  "He has none right now. Just starting out but I have a really solid feeling about his talent. I think taking a chance is a good idea. Besides, Drago cancelled at the last minute."

  Drago was only the hottest artist to hit the States. Cancelling wouldn't bode well for the gallery. "Fine, fill the spot," Trenton said.

  "Good enough, sir, thank you."

  "Just out of curiosity, who's the artist?" As Andre told him, Trenton smiled. Karma was finally showing him some grace.

  ****

  Saturday night came and Razer was edgy. For some God forsaken reason he'd changed clothes several times like seeing a man on Skype meant everything. Gazing at his reflection, he shook his head. The cerulean blue shirt highlighted his eyes and he purposely left his beard, the shaggy look fitting his mood. Getting the gig for his paintings meant he was going in the right direction. Shocked, the acknowledgement of his work thrilled him.

  Checking his watch, he realized an email should come in at any time. He fixed a vodka tonic and settled in front of his computer. As he stared at the screen and sipped his drink, he groaned with each passing minute. Razor finally closed his eyes and fell in to the strains of Rascal Flatts and almost didn't notice the email. Jerking forward, he sloshed his drink and groaned. His hand shaky, he set his drink on the desk, barely making it past the edge and clicked open the email.

  If you're so inclined, Trenton.Masters is my Skype account. Seven sharp and you're far more beautiful than your pictures show. I crave more.

  "Shit!" He'd seen Razer in the building. Fighting back laughter, Razer glanced at his watch.

  Two minutes to spare. Could he do this? Why wouldn't he? What was wrong with exploring something else? Nothing. That was the answer, nothing. He opened up his Skype account and counted down the minutes. Connecting, he waited for an acceptance. And when it came, he dropped his mouth.

  "Razer."

  Razer nodded, blinking furiously. The man's voice was delicious. "Yes. Trenton?"

  Trenton smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Last time I checked. How are you?"

  "Fine. And you?"

  "I'm doing well this evening," Trenton said as he leaned into the computer screen. May I suggest that we do away with the pleasantries? You and I both are intelligent men that completely understand what we're getting in the middle of, don't we?"

  "Touché," Razer laughed. He could see amusement light in Trenton's eyes. "Then if you don't mind, I'll be completely direct with you."

  "I wouldn't want it other way." Trenton offered.

  "Why are you doing this? You're already involved with someone and have been for several years. Why the service?" For Razer this was the make it or break it question. If Trenton answered honestly he'd know it.

  Trenton gazed into the camera and nodded. "Nice play."

  "Meaning?"

  "Meaning I anticipated you'd cut through the bullshit. You've obviously had my background checked thoroughly as I have yours and certainly know more than the whimsical questionnaires answers Male Order utilizes."

  "I have," Razer heard the quiver in his voice and hoped Trenton couldn't.

  "I'll tell you the truth. I didn't enter into this endeavor of my own fruition. My partner of three years, D
yson Withers, is a wonderful man and a great friend. We've known each other since I was in grad school and while I don't want to lose him, I'm not in love with him. Our tastes and needs are dissimilar and I can't really give him what he needs. Dyson is well aware of this fact and gave me a gift to spark our relationship. I'm not certain he completely understands the aspects of the contract however. I think Dyson hopes this will spur on something else."

  "Something else?" There was a ring of sincerely in Trenton's tone which sent a slice of pain through Razer's brain.

  Trenton rubbed his eyes and took a sip of a dark liquid before continuing. "I have no doubt Dyson wants marriage."

  "And you're not the marrying kind?"

  "I'm not opposed to it but I'm not the kind of man most want to enter into a relationship with."

  Now they were getting somewhere. "Meaning?"

  Trenton chuckled. "Meaning I have some alternate ways of thinking that turn the majority of men and women away. Most are terrified to explore heightened levels of sexuality and take a taste of something that makes them uncomfortable. While I play with Dyson, he's not interested in my penchants. He prefers a vanilla lifestyle. I share that with him and adore him but I need more and as time goes on, I find it only... Do you understand?"

  More than Trenton realized. Inhaling deeply, Razor wanted to be very clear about his answer. There could be no misconceptions or he might lose his sanity. "I do. I also crave the darker side of passion but there's something I have to have in my relationship. Complete trust.

  I'm not a toy and not a slave. I'm a man that longs to have a Master that treats me with the utmost respect." While he was surprised at his honest admittance given it was something only Blake had heard, he was glad he had the courage to say the words.

  Trent cocked his head and nodded slowly. "Trust is vital in a relationship and as a Master Dom, I teach and train with kindness and patience. I give pain and pleasure as agreed and feel the relationship is about two souls entwining to share a common lifestyle. When you hurt, I hurt. When you cry I wipe your tears. When you feel joy I relish in the moment of pleasing you and the passion that we share. But none of it matters to me without an unbreakable level of trust."