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  Razer grunted and jerked up from the bed, impaling his mouth with Trenton's cock.

  Trenton growled and changed the angle, pumping into Razer's mouth in harder strokes. "I could do this all day."

  Razer squeezed his jaw muscles, clamping down over Trenton's cock like a tight vice and Trenton knew he wasn't going to last long. Clenching his eyes shut, he willed the intense orgasm at bay as he continued driving hard into the back of Razer's throat.

  Razer's arms came down to grip the base of Trenton's shaft, pumping and squeezing as Trenton's eyes flew open. Panting, he licked his dry lips and wanted to scold him but electric jabs prickled his system. Barely able to focus, stars floated in front of his eyes and for a minute he thought he'd pass out. "Hurry. I can't hold it."

  Dyson chuckled and removed Razer's cock. "I have no intention of having him cum in my mouth just yet." Pushing Razer's legs back forcefully and opening his ass cheeks, exposing his dark hole, Dyson licked his lips. Leaning down, he darted his tongue over Razer' puckered hole as he groaned.

  Trenton's body tensed as a tidal wave of love filled his balls with seed. "Oh…yes…."

  Dyson licked Razer's asshole, sliding his tongue in and around, burying his face into the carved flesh of Razer's ass.

  Razer bucked and struggled to hold on, arching his back, every move forcing Trenton's dick further into his mouth.

  Dyson licked and fingered Razer's asshole, using both his hands and tongue shamelessly. He pressed first one and then another finger inside Razer's dark opening, pushing past the tight ring of muscle before flexing his fingers inside. "That's it, open for me."

  Trenton fell forward as his shaft filled with cum. "I can't hold it. I can't…" Throwing his head back, he roared as he exploded inside Razer's mouth, pumping harder as every part of his body shook violently.

  Dyson continued his practiced moves, pressing a third finger inside as Razer's ass muscles clenched around the invasion. "Mmmm…"

  Razer wrapped both hands around the base of Trenton's cock, pumping as strings of cum flooded his mouth.

  "Fuck!" Trenton screamed, his voice little more than a rasp. Leaning back slowly, he grunted and gazed down at Razer, marveling at the way he was cleaning his shaft. "Damn! You're fucking fabulous."

  Dyson removed his fingers and licked up the length of Razer's shaft, sucking the tip before slowly rising to his feet. "My turn."

  Winded, Trenton climbed off Razer and gazed down at Dyson. "What do you suggest?"

  "I think he needs some relief. Lie down and lift your legs," Dyson purred as he took Razer's hand, pulling him to his feet. Turning his heated look toward Razer, he narrowed his eyes.

  “Tonight is about pleasure and my choices. He’s not ready to be fucked yet,” Trenton cautioned. This wasn't the time to push Razer. Giving Dyson a knowing look, he could see Dyson understood.

  "I'd enjoy tasting his sweet cum," Dyson smiled. "Razer, I'm gonna suck you off while Trenton tries to convince you to make this situation permanent."

  Razer's eyes opened wide and he stole a glance at Trenton.

  Trenton grinned as he eased onto the bed, motioning for Razer to move beside him.

  Pulling Razer to him, he reached down and lifted Razer's legs, pulling them against Razer's chest, opening Razer wide and exposing his sex.

  Razer pursed his lips as he shook his head. "Not sure I can do it," Razer hissed, struggling to free his legs. Cocking his head, he gazed into Trenton's eyes.

  "Nothing rough, babe. Just relax and let Dyson make you feel good," Trenton soothed. He could tell that Razer was bordering on running. Brushing his hand across Razer's cheek, he leaned over and pressed his lips across Razer's, the kiss a gentle reminder of passion, not force.

  Razer relaxed in Trenton's arms. When the kiss was broken he sighed and planted his palms on Trenton's strong arms as he settled into Trenton's chest. "You taste tangy."

  "You're incredible, Razer," Trenton breathed.

  Laughing softly, Razer purred. "I love the attention."

  Dyson dropped to his knees and smiled as he ran his hands up the inside of Razer's thighs.

  "Very sexy." Lowering his head, he traced a line where his hands had been and inhaled deeply before peppering a series of licks across Razer's swollen sac.

  Razer shivered. "Yyyyeeesssss…"

  Trenton could tell Razer was getting more comfortable, enjoying the moment. There was something about this time that was so special. As he stole a glance down at Dyson, he could easily tell the man was hooked on the ménage and perhaps the lifestyle. And for the first time Trenton wondered whether this was a good decision for any of them.

  Dyson licked up to the tip of Razer's cock, swirling his tongue around the bulbous head as he inched closer, pressing his finger around Razer's puckered hole. Inserting it just until the tip was inside, he grunted as he took Razer's cock into his mouth, going up and down in deliberate moves.

  "Feel good?" Trenton asked as he continued stroking Razer's chest with the tips of his fingers.

  "Yes." His breath ragged Razer nuzzled into Trenton as he reached down and entwined his fingers in Dyson's hair.

  Dyson pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle as he clenched his mouth around Razer's cock, squeezing. He pushed and pulled his finger in and out of Razer's ass in slow drives as he wrapped his other hand around the base of Razer's shaft. Pumping up and down his actions became more manic with each stroke.

  "Yes…oh yes…" Licking his lips, Razer closed his eyes and moaned.

  Trenton's heart swelled as he watched the moment of bliss. Part of him knew that he was already falling hard for Razer. As he watched Razer's reaction fill with rapture, he smiled. "You feel damn good in my arms."

  Removing Razer's shaft from his mouth, Dyson grazed the tip across his mouth before licking across the sensitive slit, drop of pre-cum oozing from the delicate hole. Savoring the beads on the end of his tongue, he gave Trenton a coy look. "He tastes damn good, too." Chuckling, Dyson licked down the underside of Razer's cock taking each ball into his mouth in turn.

  "Mmm…." Razer moved his head from side to side as his fingers dug into Trenton's leg.

  Licking up to the tip, Dyson engulfed Razer's cock, taking him all the way down to the base as he added as second finger, pulsing two into Razer's dark cavern.

  " Aaaahhhh!" Razer jerked up from the bed. "Fuck," he grunted. "I can't hold it!"

  "You don't have to," Trenton said.

  "No. I'm…I…" Razer struggled.

  "Cum, Razer. Cum and enjoy," Trenton encouraged. He could tell how badly Razer was struggling not to cum. Damn it! Anger boiled within him. Razer deserved so many wonderful things. What kind of freak had hurt him? This moment was about forging a bond of trust and while he could sense Razer wanted so much from this new relationship, Trenton refused to push the envelope. "I want you to cum."

  As if understanding the issue, Dyson concentrated on giving Razer a moment of pure bliss.

  He pumped his mouth up and down Razer's cock as he flexed his fingers inside Razer's tight hole.

  Razer arched his back as his legs trembled. Opening and closing his mouth, a single howl pushed past his lips, Dyson's combination driving Razer over the edge. "Ooooohhhh!" Erupting into Dyson's mouth, he pushed Dyson's head down, forcing Dyson to take the entire length of his cock into his mouth.

  "That's it," Trenton said as he rubbed his hand up and down Razer's chest.

  "I…oh…yyyyeeesss…" Razer licked his lips as his body jerked involuntarily. Sucking in his breath, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tipped his head to gaze at Trenton.

  "Amazing."

  Dyson emitted a low growl as he eased Razer's shaft from his mouth. "Yes you are."

  "I want you to fuck me, Trenton," Razer said.

  Tears filled Trenton's eyes and he inhaled deeply trying to catch his breath while blinking furiously, fighting the burning tears. "Not yet, babe. Not yet." Knowing how badly he wanted Razer made saying 'n
o' pure torture. But he had to take this very slowly. There was no doubt in Trenton's mind.

  "You taste like heaven," Dyson whispered as he continued thrusting his fingers into Razer's ass. Removing then, Dyson lowered his head and opened Razer's ass cheeks before darting his tongue around Razer's rosy hole.

  "Oh fuck!" Razer moaned and clenched his eyes closed.

  Trenton shook as he held Razer, his body on fire at the thought of Dyson rimming their partner, an act he rarely performed on Trenton anymore. "God," he muttered, amazed at the passion he felt for the new man.

  Dyson continued licking for several minutes. When he sat back, he blew a swatch of hot air across Razer's cock and sighed. "I think I love this arrangement already."

  As Razer opened his eyes, he nodded. "I think I do, too."

  For several minutes they struggled to breath. Trenton lowered Razer's legs and wrapped his arms around Razer's waist as he pressed the sweaty strands of hair from Razer's face. "That was…incredible."

  Not blinking, Razer stared at Dyson, his body quivering. "I'm so sorry I couldn't hold it. So sorry," he offered.

  Trenton prayed for the day he'd get his hands on the monster that had taken Razer's soul.

  Chapter Five

  "You don't get to have an opinion. I own you and you know it, boy. You'll do as I say or I'll throw you to the dogs," Tim snarled as he took a long pull on his beer.

  Razer bit his tongue to keep from lashing out, anger coursing through his veins. His blinding rages had been getting worse and now Tim whipped him daily for his insubordination. His skin bruised and torn, he'd had enough but had no idea how to get away.

  "What's wrong, you little fuck? Cat got your tongue? You don't get to think for yourself cause you're too stupid. If it weren't for me you'd be on the street, thriving off selling your body cause you can't do nothin' else. Then again, you're turning into a lousy lay. Not sure any man in their right mind would have you." Laughing, Tim turned on the television and pointed to the cage.

  "Get the fuck inside and shut up. You need cage time."

  Razer hesitated, defying the man. He didn't give a shit any longer. His body broken, his soul shattered, there was no reason to live. "No."

  "What did you say?" Tim narrowed his eyes.

  "I said no!"

  The single word infuriated Tim to the point he turned bright red. Slamming his beer down on the coffee table, he jerked to his feet and in two strides had Razer by the throat. "You fucking whore! You'll do what I say you piece of shit. That's all you are to me, shit. You got it?"

  Razer shivered but glared at him defiantly. "No."

  Tim jerked Razer over to the cage. Taller and much stronger than Razer, he overpowered the thin boy immediately. Thrusting him over the cage, he kicked Razer's legs out and held his neck as he fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants. "You'll get a beating later you worthless piece of ass." Pressing the tip of his cock to Razer's dark hole, Tim impaled his ass, driving Razer hard into the cold steel of the cage.

  "Aaaahhhhh!" No matter how many times he had been taken this way, it always hurt. Razer struggled to breathe as he started counting, using memory tricks as a way to keep his mind from thinking about the torture. Falling into the zone, Razer concentrated on the numbers, saying them slowly in his mind as the abuse continued.

  Tim plunged as the steel drove into Razer's ribs, the power of his drives pushing Razer up on his toes.

  No longer able to feel anything, Razer allowed the soft lull of his heart thumping into his ears to take him to a distance shore.

  The event over, Tim jerked him up and tossed him inside the cage, slamming and locking the door. "You fuck head worthless piece of trash. I can't wait to sell you off."

  " Don't sell me! " Razer's strangled cry permeated the room. Unable to breathe, he clamped back his scream as he heard movement and tried to put the pieces together. Where was he?

  Fuck. Another Goddamn nightmare had taken him to the worst place of all. A sudden sadness washed down over his body. Holding his arms tightly, hugging himself, he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, counting slowly.

  "Are you all right?" Trenton asked, his voice filled with concern.

  "Fine!" Razer hissed. "Just a nightmare. I get them sometimes. I've had them since I was a…a kid."

  Trenton sat up and slid his arm around Razer. "Do you want to talk about it?"

  "Not really," Razer said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. Why were the dreams escalating so much?

  "I have nightmares too. They paralyze me sometimes."

  I bet they're not about a fucking monster that nearly destroyed you. "I'm sorry. I guess we all have them. I'll be all right. Just gonna go to the bathroom." Without waiting for an answer, he tumbled out of bed and realized Dyson wasn't in the room. As Razer stumbled into the bathroom and flipped on the light, he grimaced seeing his angry haunted expression. Gripping the counter, he shook his head and whispered to himself. "What the hell is going on?"

  He turned on the water and splashed his face remembering what the counselor he'd been seeing for the last month told him about fleeting dreams being one way his mind might try to heal itself. Razer hadn’t been able to admit to Blake that he was seeing a professional. It was simply another shameful moment in his life. It wasn't about the company or the sex. The night they'd spent together had been wonderful, so much so Razer could see signing the contract with ease. He adored Trenton and Dyson was a welcome surprise. Then why?

  Perhaps the dreams had surfaced because he didn't know what happened to Tim. After Razer ran, he never looked back, leaving the state almost immediately. Risking everything getting away, he'd even stayed away from his family for two years. Tim was a vengeful man and would have tortured everyone he knew for information if Razer wasn't careful. Wiping his face with a towel, he made a promise to himself to find out what happened to the monster. Maybe that would end the nightmares.

  As he opened the door, the light shimmered across the bed and he could see Trenton sleeping peacefully. If he continued with this, Razer was going to have to tell Trenton everything. And that thought was almost as bad as the nightmares.

  ****

  "You look like shit. What the hell happened after I left you two alone?" Dyson asked, chuckling as he grabbed a cup and poured coffee.

  "Nothing," Trenton stood staring out the window. "You didn't have to leave."

  "Trenton, you two needed time alone. I'm not greedy. I tell you what though, I like the man more than I imagined. Whew!" He cut his laugh short as he walked closer. "What's going on?"

  "He had a nightmare."

  "We all have them. Why the hell is that bothering you so much?"

  Trenton shook his head. Razer not only had a nightmare but talked in his sleep. Razer's words were more than haunting. They reminded Trenton too much of a time that he wasn't proud of and one that he'd never told anyone about, at least not all of it. "I think he was abused."

  "Abused?"

  "Yeah." Brushing his fingers through his hair, Trenton wasn't sure what to make of it.

  "Shit man. You figured all that out from a dream?"

  "He talked in his sleep. I think…hell, I can't even talk about it."

  Dyson flanked his side and leaned into the counter. "Look, if that's the case then perhaps this is what he needs. What you both need."

  Trenton shifted his glance toward Dyson. "Meaning?"

  "Meaning you haven't dealt with all your pent up angst either. Jesus man. I can see pain in your face this morning."

  Trenton shrugged. "Not something I need to deal with right now."

  "You'll have to tell him eventually if you're going to create a life with him."

  Looking away, he hissed. "No, I don't."

  "That's not like you. You're going to keep something that significant away from him?"

  "I don't need to tell him…"

  "Je-sus Christ!"

  "Let me finish!" Trenton snapped.

  "Whoa," Dyson hissed
as he held up his hand and backed away.

  "I'm sorry. That was shitty. I don't have to because I'm not going through with the contract."

  "Excuse me?"

  "Nope." Trenton clenched his eyes shut. Running wasn't like him but he couldn't open up his can of worms and he couldn't hurt Razer. Whatever someone had done to him, Trenton refused to create any more nightmares. Besides, Razor would run from him at the first inkling of truth about his past.

  "Not good enough in bed for you?" Dyson admonished and when Trenton said nothing, he growled. "Un-fucking believable. You've found the perfect guy to share your life with and you pull this shit?"

  "If he was abused, this lifestyle isn't good for him."

  "Then why does he want it? Tell me that."

  Trenton shrugged.

  "Think here. Maybe he had a bad relationship but Razer obviously craves being a submissive and you need to live your life as the Dom I know you to be. He's not a dumb man, Trenton. He knows exactly what he's getting in the middle of. Give him some credit."

  "He doesn't understand." Trenton wasn't sure how to put it to Dyson. If he hadn't heard Razer's cries and the damning words, perhaps he could go through with the contract. Now there was no way.

  "What, that you were abused too?"

  The ugly words hung in the air for several seconds before Trenton slowly turned to face Dyson. "You don't understand."

  "Then tell me. Talk to me. I deserve to know. Razer deserves to know."

  Trenton inhaled deeply. "Nothing to tell. I'm not going through with the contract. Period."

  "Then do you want to wake sleeping beauty and tell him to get his fucking ass out of the house or should I? I think you need to do it and make sure and tell him he was a great one night stand but we're moving on to the next selection. You're pathetic!" Dyson gave him a hard look before turning and stalking out of the kitchen.

  "He's not here."

  Dyson stopped short but didn't turn around. "What?"