A Master's Love
By magikhands

Rating: NC-17 Slash Max/Kyle
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell. Just borrowing the characters to fulfill my slashy fantasies!
Summary: Max's life changes when he finds love...This was written for StormyBear in thanks to her influence with my love of Slash.

Warning: This fic contains explict sex and adult sexual content

Thanks to Yelsir for the banner and inspiration!

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Chapter 1

Max sat in the overstuffed chair waiting for his next client. He looked at his watch and sighed. He was tired and was glad that this was his last one for the day. The week had been a hard one and he was ready for the weekend. Happy to have two days to just sleep in and do as he pleased. His clients had been especially demanding this week on him, draining him more than usual. But he was happy to have a job.

Max leaned his head back and closed his eyes, silently thanking his employer, Maria Deluca, for saving him from the streets at the tender age of 16. Normally Max did not like thinking of his past but for some reason images had been popping up in his head all day. So he took the few minutes he had and reflected on his life.

He was now 23 years of age and had a Masters Degree in English Literature already. He wrote articles for several magazines and had no worries about his financial situation. But it had not always been this way. Max’s life had not always been simple or easy.

His mother died when he was young and his father, Philip, was a drunk. Max could usually stay out of his way while he was growing up but there had been times that he and his father had gotten into it, resulting in Max leaving for a day or so. When he was 13 years old, Max’s father remarried. The woman did not want Max around so he made himself even scarcer around the house or staying up in his room. He was a loner really. He stuck to himself mostly growing up. He was quiet in school and all the teachers liked him but he never involved himself with any activities. His grades were excellent despite the unstable life he led. Max was determined that he would make something of himself.

Philip kicked him out of the house after he turned 16. His nosey stepmother had found some pornography while looking through Max’s room and showed it to his father. If it had been regular magazines and videos, his father would have been fine with it but it was gay porn. His father called Max a faggot and told him to get the hell out. Max grabbed some stuff and did just that.

It was hard on Max. He spent a couple of weeks in an old hidden cave where he would go to be alone when times were rough. He missed more and more of school and his grades slipped. His money was also running out. He was beginning to get desperate and only knew of one thing to do.

Max cleaned himself up and went into town. He stood near a corner in a run down section of the city, leaned against a brick building and waited. He’d never done this before but he’d heard and seen what the others did. How hard could it be?

It was late on a weeknight so the streets were near empty. Most of the working people had already been picked up or given up and gone home with the late hour but not Max. He waited patiently for his time to come. He’d come out later than the rest just so that he did not get into any territory disagreements but his determination paid off.

He was greatly surprised when a black limo pulled up to the curb. It sat there a minute and Max was frozen to his spot, unable to move. Finally the back window lowered and a husky female voice called to him. Max took a breath and pushed himself from the wall and walked to the vehicle.

“What can I do for you?” He asked hoping that his voice did not sound as shaky as he felt inside.

The woman leaned forward and smiled at him. “Why don’t we start by you getting in.”

Max glanced around then opened the door to enter.

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Max looked at his watch again. His client had two minutes to walk through that door, if the time ran out, Max would lock the door and the time was done. He did not allow his clients to be late. If they were, they still had to pay for the full time but he would not see them. It was his rule and his employer agreed and supported his decision.

A knock sounded at the door. Max smiled and rose from the chair. He loved new clients such as this one. Maybe this was exactly what he needed to end the week. Some fresh meat to break in.

Chapter 2

Kyle stood at the door for at least five minutes, his hand would rise to knock but then withdraw. He placed a hand on each side of the doorframe and leaned forward so that his head rested on the cool wood.

“What the hell am I doing?” he whispered to himself. He had to be crazy, coming to a place like this and doing something so crazy and unlike himself.

Kyle stood up straight again and looked at his watch. The owner had told him that lateness was not tolerated. He took a deep breath and let his knuckles rap on the door. Just seconds later the door opened and Kyle’s breath caught at the sight before him. He mentally clenched his jaw to keep it from dangling open as his eyes feasted upon the man that stood there. The man wore black boots along with a pair of tight fitting black leather pants that hugged his crotch tightly. The man wore no shirt, letting Kyle have a full view of the muscular chest and arms that looked so smooth and called out to be caressed. A long neck led to a set of sensuous lips, just waiting to be kissed and those eyes. Damn, could the color be sexier? They were a light brown in color flecked with gold surrounded by thick, dark lashes. To top it all off, was dark hair that was well in need of a hair cut as the sides went over his ears and the front fell below the eyebrows.

The man beckoned him in and Kyle stepped into the room as the door shut behind him. He stood still as the man circled around him. Kyle could feel those eyes roaming his body, searching for something that they liked about him.

“What’s your name?” The smooth voice of the man asked.

“Kyle.” He said. He had planned on using another name but he found that he could not lie to this man. He wanted to hear that voice say his name.

“Hmmm. Kyle.” The man said as he settled in a chair off to the side of Kyle. “That will do.”

Kyle glanced over to the man, Max, shivers going down his spine at the sound of the voice saying his name. He liked hearing it. It sounded almost loving, though he knew that was not true. It was this man’s job to make people feel good, loved, needed, or whatever else they wanted.

“Why are you here Kyle?”

Kyle turned to the man and let his eyes travel down his laid-back posture. Max sat back comfortably in the chair, one ankle propped on the opposite knee. His fingers were twined together in his lap. He looked almost disinterested but Kyle saw that his eyes spoke differently. He was very interested and waited for a response.

“I feel that something is missing in my life and I believe that you can help me.”

“Why do you believe that?” Max asked, a brow rose just a bit in almost an amused gesture.

“I’ve heard of your services and well…I think that what you have to offer could be what’s missing.” Kyle answered truthfully.

“Tell me Kyle.” He paused and Kyle felt the tingles through his body every time his name was said. “Are you openly gay?”

“If you mean if I’m out of the closet, yes, pretty much. My friends and family know that I prefer men to women. But I’m not the type to go and flaunt my gayness.”

“So, by your statement, you could go both ways? You would be with a woman if the situation presented itself to you?”

Kyle shifted his stance. He was beginning to feel a bit more uncomfortable than he already was with all the questioning. What did this man care why he was really here, what was the concern with him being with a woman? He did not understand it but a friend of his had said that this man, Max Evans, was the best.

“I guess. I’ve never really thought about it but I’ve had sex with women before.”

“Did you cum?”

Kyle almost choked as he swallowed. The question was so blunt and up front with no sugar coating. “Sometimes.” He answered truthfully.

“How about with men? Do you cum with them?”

Kyle had to wonder where all of this questioning would lead. He never pictured his session to be like this. He was expecting something absolutely different.

“Yes.”

“Every time?” Max asked.

“Um, well…yes.” Kyle answered and watched Max head nod as if in approval. “May I ask where all of these highly personal questions are leading?”

“They lead to me helping you the way you want or should I say need to be.” Max said simply as if it was quite obvious. He rose from the chair and approached Kyle. “Do you always dress this way?”

Kyle looked down at his clothing. He saw nothing wrong with the cowboy shirt and jeans that he wore. “Yes.”

Max said nothing to that but reached out and touched the buttons of the shirt. His fingers began the job of releasing each plastic button until he got to the waist of Kyle’s jeans. Kyle had stood still and held his breath as he watched Max’s hands expertly work the buttons. He watched as Max pulled the shirt from his pants and finished his job. Without touching Kyle’s skin, Max ran his hands up the shirt and pulled it off his shoulders and down his arms until it lay in a heap at his feet.

He stepped back from Kyle looking upon the chest that was now bared. “Take off the rest of your clothing.” Max ordered but his voice was soft spoken.

Kyle looked at Max and it took a moment before the words set in. His mind was in a haze from Max’s closeness. He couldn’t believe that his cock was straining against the material of his jeans and Max had not yet laid a finger on his flesh. Kyle cleared his throat before bending over to take off his boots, socks, then straightened, his hands going to the waist of his jeans. He looked at Max and found that disinterested look once more on his face but his eyes showed the interest that his body didn’t.

Kyle, trying to make his fingers work correctly, unfastened the button and lowered the zipper to his jeans. He pushed them down from his hips taking his boxers with them. They joined his shirt on the floor, as he now stood completely naked and hard in front of Max.

Kyle took a deep breath and waited for a response from this stranger whom for some reason Kyle wanted acceptance from. His eyes followed Max as much as possible as he circled him, observing and making judgment. He looked up into the soft gold-flecked eyes again when Max came to stand in front of him.

“We are done for the day. Stop at the front desk for your schedule. That will be followed with no deviation. I do not tolerate tardiness. If you are not here when my clock says your designated time, the door will be locked and you will miss our session. You will not want to miss them.”

Max turned and left the room, leaving a speechless and confused Kyle. He shook his head and slowly began to dress again. ‘What the hell am I doing here again?’ he asked himself again for the tenth time. When he was dressed he went back downstairs to the front desk.

A beautiful, young woman was behind the counter. She smiled at him and handed him a piece of paper. “Have a good day Mr. Valenti.”

“You too.” Kyle said as he walked out the door looking down at the paper that had a printed schedule of days of times for him to return to see Max. He almost laughed when he looked to the heading of the paper. It read ‘Therapy Session Schedule’. Little did Kyle know, that Max also minored in psychology.

Chapter 3

Max sat on the roof of the building in which he worked and lived. This had been his home since he was 16 and loved it. He had a can of soda in his hand and looked up at the dark sky, happy for the peace he enjoyed up here alone. That was short lived when he heard heels clicking and out of the corner of her eye saw her plop down in the chair next to him.

“How was your day?” Maria asked.

“Fine.” Max answered nonchalantly. Maria was his best friend. She had taken him off the street, gave him a home, urged him to finish high school and continue with his education. She was also the same woman who had taught him all he knew about sex and how to please the clients. He looked over at her and took in her clothing. She was eight years older than he but still as beautiful as the first day he met her.

“Going out?”

“Hmmm. Maybe.” She reached over, picked the soda from his hand and took a drink. “How about the new one? He work out?”

Max knew that this was why she’d come up here. She was digging for information.

“Time will tell.” He said with a look of boredom.

Maria bit her lip getting a little frustrated at Max’s tight lip attitude. He gave off the look of disinterest but she knew him way too well for that.

“You haven’t had a new client in a long time. He was referred by a friend of mine and I thought that you’d be good for him.”

“Maria, I know what you are trying to do. Please don’t.”

Maria put on her most innocent face. “What? I just thought that you could use a little spice in your life.”

“My life is fine the way it is.”

“I know but tell me, when was the last time you had someone like that at your complete mercy?”

“I have people at my mercy all the time Maria.”

“I know but how many look like Kyle Valenti?”

Max could not stop the smile that licked at his lips. Maria was right. He had clients both male and female, young and older but none looked the way Kyle did.

“Well, my job is done so I bid you a good-night.” Maria got up, kissed Max on the lips then walked off.

“Have fun.” He called out.

“Always!” She called back before leaving him alone with his thoughts that automatically went to Kyle.

Max could not get the young man out of his mind. His deep blue eyes were embedded in Max’s brain. He had seen a lot in those eyes. He saw the loneliness that filled the man, the desire to be needed, to be someone special to a person, to matter. Max also could not miss the physical want Kyle had as he stood before him nude, his thick cock hard and wanting.

Max took a drink of his soda, letting his mind wander to Kyle’s body. It was beautiful and sculpted to perfection. Max had fought the primal urge of desire that shot through him when he took off Kyle’s shirt. He found that he could not go on without giving his attraction away. So instead, he made Kyle finish undressing but that about ended his strong grip on control as his eyes feasted upon Kyle’s body and watched as his muscles rippled with each movement. It took every ounce of willpower Max had to keep from taking Kyle right then and fucking him senseless.

Max ran a hand through his hair and looked up at the night sky. “Shit!” he muttered. He felt jittery and anxious inside, hardly able to wait to see Kyle again. His stomach toiled in anticipation of what future sessions with Kyle might bring. He felt much like he did when Maria took him in and began to carefully instruct him in the art of domination.

Max stood and paced the roof cursing himself for feeling the tingling in his groin. He felt his control slip a little more and cussed some more. He was supposed to be detached from his clients. Not get personal. They were a means to an end, financially. This was not his first client. He’d been doing this for over six hears now but Max soon realized that not one of his clients had ever affected him this way before.

Max turned and went down to his apartment. It was small and not much to look at, just a studio apartment on the top floor of the building that Maria owned and ran her business out of but it was his. Max striped out of the sweats and t-shirt that he’d put on after his session with Kyle and started the shower. He waited until it was hot before he got in then he let the steaming water run down his body. He closed his eyes and stood there perfectly still, trying to wash away the new feelings that were creeping into him. But those eyes, those damn blue eyes stared back at him from the dark depths of his closed eyes.

Max growled and leaned back against the wall of the shower. He reached down and grabbed his hardening dick. Slowly his hand pumped his length, varying the pressure of each stroke. He moaned and closed his eyes once more. This time the image of Kyle standing naked before him formed. He moved to Kyle and ran his hands along Kyle’s smooth chest and felt the heat radiating from Kyle’s body into his palms. Kyle leaned forward capturing Max’s mouth and embracing him. The kiss was deep and filled with lust as Kyle’s tongue quickly dominated over his own. He felt Kyle’s hands move down his back until they rested on his ass for a moment. Then Kyle pulled Max against him, their hard cocks brushing against each other.

Max imagined that the hand that pumped him was Kyle’s that had slipped between their bodies. He felt his dick swell in his hand then the rush of pleasure as he orgasmed, his cum squirting to the shower floor. Max slide down the wall, his legs giving out from under him. His hands cradled his head, elbows resting on his knees.

“Damn you Maria.” He growled.

Once the rush of his orgasm subsided a little Max got up, cleaned off then got out. Max climbed into his bed, not bothering with clothing, though it was still early. He closed his eyes, hoping now to escape the blue eyes that had started to haunt him. Max was not that lucky.

Chapter 4

Kyle was right on time early Monday evening. Max answered the knock on the door and allowed his client to enter. He felt a now familiar tingling in his groin as Kyle passed by him, his scent filling the air.
       
Kyle had been filled with anticipation as he once more knocked on the door. He held back a gasp when Max opened the door to let him in. That day, Max wore a pair of tight faded blue jeans and a white short sleeve button-up shirt only it was not buttoned closed, showing off his muscular chest. The corner of Max’s lips lifted just slightly when he saw Kyle. Kyle knew that he’d already pleased Max by being on time.

Max closed the door then instructed Kyle to take off his shirt and shoes. He noted that once more Kyle was dressed in jeans and a plaid button up shirt. He then instructed Kyle to kneel on the floor facing the shaded window. Once Kyle was in position, Max had him cross his ankles then clasp his hands behind his back. Lastly, Max told Kyle to lower his head, chin to chest and he was to stay that way unless he was instructed to move.

“How old are you Kyle?” Max asked as he slowly circled his client, taking in the site of him in such a submissive position.

“24.” Kyle answered then yelped as he felt a pain cut cross his shoulders.

“You are to refer to me as ‘Sir’ from this point on. Is that understood?”

“Yes Sir.” Kyle answered correctly, not wanting the pain again. He had not known that Max had picked up a riding crop from the bed.

Max began circling Kyle, inspecting the man. “You have come to me for…guidance, to teach you control, to teach you discipline. Is that right?”

“Yes Sir.”

“In all your 24 years, have you not had a role model, someone who could have already given you these things, someone to look up to?” Max asked curious, trying to find the reason for Kyle’s need for this sort of attention.

Kyle paused before answering. “Yes Sir. I have my father…but I feel that I need more, something different than what he has given me.”

Max stopped his circling and stood in front of Kyle and looked down at his new charge.

“Before we go any further, answer me this. Are you ready to willingly surrender your body and mind to me? For me to have control over a portion of your life? To tell you what to do and how to live if it comes to that? To give you punishments when they are deserved? Tell me Kyle, is that what you really want?”

Kyle took a moment and considered Max’s words carefully. Did he really want someone controlling his life, someone to answer to?

“Yes Sir. That is what I want.” He tried to make his voice strong and convincing though he still had a doubt in the far reaches of his mind if he could handle what Max could do to him.

Max knelt in front of Kyle then took the handle of the riding crop and used it under Kyle’s chin, pushing up so that he could look into his eyes.

“So, you are telling me that from this moment on, I may do as I wish to you. If I were to strip you right now, bind you and fuck you like a bitch, you’d do so willingly?”

Max watched Kyle’s Adam apple bob as he swallowed hard and saw a flow of emotions pass through those blue eyes. There was fear, lust, defeat, and courage. Did they just darken slightly, Max had to wonder still holding Kyle’s gaze.

“Yes Sir.” Kyle’s voice sounded suddenly raspy and thick.

Max stood and Kyle’s head bent down again. He walked behind Kyle and took two large, silent breaths, trying to calm his own desire that raged in his body. The image that he’d just created in his mind tried to take control. His own cock was bulging onto the seams of his jeans. He looked over at Kyle and was glad that he was not the only one affected. He saw Kyle’s breathing become more rapid and now he knew for sure that his eyes had darkened with lust.

“Do you expect to gain a lover from these sessions Kyle?” Max’s voice and breathing back under control.

Another image of Kyle sucking on his ‘Master’ formed and Kyle had to bite back a moan. “That is completely up to you Sir.”

Max smiled. Kyle was a quick study. “You have much training to do.” He said simply then knelt behind Kyle, his lips next to one of his ears. “Did you masturbate this weekend Kyle?” his voice was soft, barely a whisper in his ear.

“Yes Sir.” Came Kyle’s response. Max knew that if Kyle’s head were up, he’d see the blush on the man’s face for he heard it in his voice.

“Did you think of me of me when you did it?” Max ran the end of the riding crop down Kyle’s back.

“Yes Sir.” Came Kyle’s hushed confession. This brought another smile to Max’s lips.

“Flattering.” Max whispered then pulled away. “You will no longer touch your dick with the exception of cleaning it in the shower and pulling it out to piss.” Max’s voice was commanding and strong now, gone was the hushed, deep whisper he’d just used. “That means no fondling and no masturbating. Is this understood?”

”I will try Sir.” Kyle gave an honest reply.

Kyle winced with pain as Max brought the riding crop down on his shoulders again. “Not try…Do.”

“Yes Sir. I will.”

“Good. That is all today. I want you to count out loud to ten, and then you may rise and get dressed. I will see you in two days.”

Kyle heard the door open then close. He did what he was told to do then slowly got up from the floor. His body was stiff from being still for so long. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm his body. He was physically frustrated, his cock hard and pressing tightly against his jeans. He wanted to go home, lie in bed to jerk off with thoughts of his ‘Master’, to release the tension that had built so strong throughout his nerves but knew that he would obey Max. Wasn’t that why he was here?

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Kyle entered his apartment to find his roommate Michael sitting on the couch watching TV.

“What, no date tonight?” Kyle asked plopping down next to Michael.

“Naw. Maria spends Monday nights with Max.”

Kyle felt his stomach tighten before loosening. That was a familiar sensation and almost laughed when he realized what it was. He couldn’t be jealous. He’d just met Max and according to Michael, Max and Maria have known each other for many years. But then the feeling intensified a little at the thought of Max being around Maria after their intimate and personal session. Kyle swept the thought from his mind. He was being silly. Max was a professional and it can’t possibly be personal for him.

“Speaking of Max…how was your session?” Michael asked interrupting Kyle’s thoughts.

Kyle felt a rush of blood to his cheeks. “Fine Michael.” He answered though his dick began to tingle again as he remembered the sound of Max’s voice next to his ear and the feel of his breath.

“So…is he as hot as they say?” Michael asked casually, his attention still on the TV.

Kyle’s head snapped to look at Max. “Michael, you are as straight as a board. Why are you asking if a man is hot?”

Michael shrugged his shoulders but kept his eyes on the TV screen. “Just wondering. Maria won’t introduce us. I think that Max may get one look at me and try to steal me away.”

Kyle busted out laughing. He heard a hurt in Michael’s voice and he could tell that his roommate was jealous. Kyle couldn’t believe Michael was pouting! Could it be because Maria spends quite a bit of time with Max? Maria and Michael had grown up together in Roswell and even dated early on in High School but then Michael moved when he was 15 years old. They lost touch with each other during that time.

Kyle had met Michael about four years ago in Boston. Michael was an art teacher at the University there when Kyle was attending but they did not meet until they both volunteered to mentor children at the local community center. When they met, they clicked despite their age difference and their sexual preferences. They soon became roommates. When Michael was asked to move to New York and show his art, Kyle never hesitated when he was asked if wanted to go also. Surprisingly, some time later, Maria had seen some of Michael’s work and got in contact with him. They hung out for a while, getting to know each other again before they officially started dating once more. She was over at their apartment often, several times a week and Kyle really liked her.

Kyle caught his breath and looked at Michael, who was not amused. “Sorry man.”

“You don’t think I’m a good looking man? That it could be possible?”

“Of course you are Michael. You’re actually very sexy but I guess it was the way you said it just…” Kyle chuckled again unable to finish his sentence. He did not want to give Michael the wrong impression. He was a good looking man but for some reason, Kyle did not see Michael as Max’s type. But then, he didn’t know what Max’ type was so how was he to know?

“Well…is he?” Michael persisted not letting it drop.

Kyle sighed and got up off the couch, heading to his room. “Damn hot.” He said so quietly that Michael almost missed it.

Michael watched his best friend go to his room and shook his head. He’d never seen Kyle in such a state. Kyle had been anxious and nervous all weekend since he’d met Max. Michael knew that Max had to be different if he made Kyle act this way.

Michael normally does not try a hand at matchmaking but the minute that Maria found out that his best friend/roommate was a young, single gay man she began her planning. Michael could almost see her brain working overtime on ways to get him together with Max. She was determined to find someone for her best friend. She had it in her mind that he’d been alone for way too long and needed someone to be with. Michael vehemently argued with her at first, telling her that it was none of her business. That they would probably meet one day and if it clicked then it would happen. But now, seeing Kyle’s face when he was thinking of Max, well Michael knew he’d be helping Maria make sure they got together.

What surprised him though about all of this was that it was Kyle that took the first step, not Maria. When he had found out what Maria did for a living, what kind of business that she ran, Kyle began to question her on a variety of subjects. Maria, seeing his interest in her ‘profession’, especially about the domination/submission roles, and seeing an open window for her plans, suggested for Kyle to see Max, one of her best. Kyle was reluctant at first but then he finally relented after much thought.

Michael glanced at Kyle’s closed door and hoped that it all worked out for the best.

Chapter 5

Max walked through the halls and sighed in relief. It was Friday night once again and he’d just finished his session with Kyle. He’d seen the other man on Wednesday also but today he felt the most frustrated than either Monday or Wednesday. His sessions with Kyle had been simple. Kyle would enter, Max would have him take off his shirt and shoes then assume his submissive pose. He would begin by asking Kyle a couple of simple question about his life. Max normally cared little about a client’s day-to-day life but Kyle was different. He needed a different approach and Max really did want to know a little more about the man submitting his will to him.

Once Max saw Kyle begin to relax, he would begin with the more intimate, sexual questions. This subject, Max noticed, made Kyle’s breathing become rapid and the bulge in his jeans would begin to tighten. Max had the same effect and was none too happy with it. He had yet to touch Kyle but already he wanted to fuck the man hard and fast. He was actually scared to touch Kyle. Scared to lose what small amount of control he had managed to keep since Kyle walked through his door.

Max sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck. He passed a closed door and heard a passion filled moan drift from the other side. He thought back to the first day he’d heard a noise like that.

It was the night Maria had picked him up. He thought that she’d take him to an upscale condo or a hotel but she brought him here, to this four-story building. She brought him in through the back and took him to the room he now used for his clients. She had held his hand and pulled him through the halls. They passed many rooms and he’d heard a variety of noises coming from some of the closed doors. He kept his lips tightly shut, not questioning it.

What happened that night seven years ago was completely different that what he had expected to happen when he climbed into that limo. Maria offered Max a soda and instructed him to sit on the bed. She then intensely grilled him, questioning him about who he was, where he come from, how he’d ended up on the street and then about his sexual history.

Maria, of course, had not begun the questioning so intense at first. She had a way about her. A way of making people feel at ease just by talking to them. She knew what a person wanted to hear. She’d sat next to him on the bed and would occasionally touch his knee or run her fingers through his hair almost lovingly. They were small gestures but it had worked.

At first Max had been reluctant to talk about his life and who he really was. He was nervous and held his hands clasped together tightly to stop their shaking. His stomach was in knots and he felt as if he could vomit at any moment. He wanted to get it over with, get his money and get out before he found himself cleaning up puke. As time continued that night and Maria kept talking to him, Max opened up, telling her just about his entire life story. To this day, he still had no idea how she did what she did but he was glad that she did it to him.

By the end of the night, Maria was offering Max a home and a job with just one condition. He had to go back to school. She let him stay in that room and get some rest as the sun slowly rose. She said she’d wake him and bring him some food later. He could tell her his answer then.

Max thought about it all right. Maria had carefully explained what she wanted from him. She was a Mistress and that this building housed her business. What she had was completely legal in their state. Pretty much what she had established was a dominatrix house. But it was much different than what they displayed on movies and the TV. Max later found out that there really were ones out there like that but not Maria’s. It was private and upscale. She hand picks her employees and trains them herself. Her clients are very happy with her methods.

Sex was a big portion to being a master but not necessarily the act of sex. Being a Master was not like being a paid whore. Those who came to Maria’s wanted to be ruled over, to have someone control them, or at least a portion of their life. To put some control into their sometimes out of control life. Max had a variety of clients. Most just crave to have someone dominate their sex lives. To tell them when and how. Max did not have sex with his clients. He encouraged their arousals and orgasms but he had not had actual intercourse with any of them.

Max used a variety of methods. Some liked bondage. Others would beg to be whipped or ordered about. Each client has their own needs. If his client had a release during a session, it was done by their own hand with the approval of Max or sometimes, the client would not need to even touch themselves to cum. Sometimes just a word, a mental image or light touch would send them reeling.

There have been a couple of special cases that Max has handled. These clients had no idea why they craved what most people say is an unnormal sex life. In a very subtle way, Max had been able to help them with their fears and feelings through their sessions. It was these clients that Max took pride in. These made him feel that he’d helped someone. One was even able to tell her long time boyfriend about her sexual needs and preferences and he obliged more than happily. Max has not seen her in six months and just the other day received a wedding invitation.

Yes, Maria had given him a chance at a better life than what he would have had on the streets. She’d seen some potential in him, something special about him. Even after all these years, he tried to thank her for saving his life.

Max entered his apartment and looked longingly to the bathroom. What he really wanted to do was take a long, hot shower, jerk off, then climb into bed and hope for more dreams of Kyle. But instead Max went in the other direction to his computer and pulled up his latest article. He had a deadline of Sunday plus he had to check his student’s assignments from his Internet Literature class. Max sighed and got down to work, locking Kyle’s image out of his mind for a later time.

Chapter 6

Monday reared it’s head but none too pretty. Max’s weekend had him stuck in his apartment most of the time working. His morning had not gone well either. The couple of clients that were on his book that morning were ones that demanded a lot of attention and creativity. The only thing that kept him going that day was his last appointment later that evening.

Once Kyle entered the room, Max had him completely undress. He placed a condom on Kyle then locked his dick in a metal cock cage. Kyle looked down and wondered what Max had in store for him.


“Have you ever experimented with bondage Kyle?”

“No Sir.” Kyle answered honestly.

Max led Kyle over to two marble columns that had been placed in the middle of the room. Kyle stood between them and Max instructed him to place his hands upon the tops. Kyle does so and sees that the columns reached his waist. Max proceeded to tie his hands to the marble.

“Pull on the restraints.” Kyle does so. “How does it feel? Do you like it?”

“I’m not sure Sir.”

“Tell me. Are you here to be a slave or a submissive?” Kyle looked at Max like he has no clue what he’s talking about. “You’re a gay man. You came here for my services so I’m sure you are aware of the Master/Slave or Dominant/Submissive relationships.”

“Yes Sir I am but is there really a difference?”

Max is now behind Kyle looking at his delicious naked backside. He wets his lips then steps up closer and lays his hands upon Kyle.

“There is a difference. At least to me. A slave gives his entire life over to his Master, ultimately being totally controlled in every way. A submissive has a Master or Mistress also but only a portion of their lives is controlled. Mostly their sex lives. Which is why most come for my services. As a submissive, one can live a normal life, career and such.”

The entire time Max was explaining this his hands were slowly caressing Kyle’s back, arms, chest and abs. When he was finished with his explanation, without lifting his hands, Max circled his charge and stood in front.

“Which will it be Kyle?”

There was no need to think about it. Kyle knew exactly what he wanted. “A submissive Sir.”

Max smiled. One of his hands went to Kyle’s cheek and trailed down with a light touch. “Good. You have too much life in you and worth so much more than a slave.” His hand wandered down his neck. “I don’t care too much for slaves. I’ve trained a couple for some special clients but as they are trained, you can literally watch the life and essence drain from them until they are nothing but mindless shells. You are not slave material.”

Max circled back behind Kyle again, his hands roaming his charge’s body. His palms lightly brushed Kyle’s ass cheeks and was glad to see them tighten in response.

“Did you masturbate this weekend Kyle?”

“No Sir.”

“Good boy. Another question. Did you have wet dreams?” Max had moved closer to Kyle and let his mouth rest near his ear, his breath brushing Kyle’s lobe.

“Wet…”

“Yes. Did you wake with your shorts filled with your cum?” Max bluntly asked.

Kyle hesitated just a second before answering. “Yes Sir.”

“Do you remember your dreams?”

“Some Sir.” Kyle’s voice tightened along with his cock as he thought of the dreams that had haunted his sleep.

“Were they about me?”

“Yes Sir.”

Again Max’s hands began to roam on Kyle’s body. “Tell me one.”

“Well…you just…”

“I want details Kyle. I want complete details. Where were we? Here or your place?”

“We were here. I was sitting on the bed waiting.”

“What were you wearing?” Max’s hands continued their movements on Kyle’s smooth upper body. His mouth stayed near Kyle’s ear so he would not have to speak loud. His tone was husky.

“Nothing.” Kyle’s breathing became a little shallow. “Then you walked in.”

“What was I wearing?”

“Only your black leather pants.”

Max’s hand was on Kyle’s abs and suddenly he pulled him back against him, Kyle’s back against Max’s front. Kyle’s ass was pressed hard against Max’s leather clad bulge that was rock hard.

“Do you like me in leather?” Max’s voice became thicker when their bodies connected.

“Yes Sir.” Kyle admitted. His breath quickened as he felt Max’s hard body against his own. The warmth going through his body from Max’s hands had just increased ten fold.

“Go on.” Max’s hands started their path of wandering, always going near Kyle’s caged cock but never touching it.

“You came to me. I was on my hands and knees on the bed. You unbuttoned the waist then I used my teeth to pull down the zipper.”

Max’s hand found one of Kyle’s hard nipples and pinched. Kyle winced and his cock grew harder, making him moan as it pressed against the metal cage.

“Go on.”

“You pushed down the pants and I took your hard cock into my mouth.” Max pushed his swollen, aching bulge harder against Kyle’s bare ass. Kyle groaned then whimpered, the metal biting into his sensitive flesh.

“Did you suck it slow or quick?”

Kyle swallowed, his mouth becoming dry. He spoke when he found his voice again. “You filled my mouth and tasted…” Kyle panted.

“How’d I taste Kyle?”

“Delicious.” Kyle groaned. “You had your own unique spicy flavor. I could taste your precum as I slowly sucked you, my tongue swirling around your tip. I could feel you swell more in my mouth as I took you further down my throat.”

Kyle was almost breathless as he recounted the dream. While one of Max’s hands had traveled up and tangled itself in Kyle’s hair, the other hand still lingering on Kyle’s nipple. The sexual excitement was so think in the room, it could have been cut with a knife.

Max pressed harder on Kyle and shifted, holding on desperately to the moan stuck in his throat. He cursed himself, thinking that it was not suppose to be like this. This had never happened before. He’d always had any desire he may have had for a client under strict control. But with Kyle, shit, he enters the room and Max’s control, the brick wall built sturdy around him, wanes.

“Tell me Kyle.” Max was almost as breathless as Kyle and his groin had begun to be painful as it pressed against his clothing. “How do I cum? Do you swallow my load?” Max almost moaned with the last word.

Kyle on the other hands was doing all the groaning, his breathing coming out in short harsh puffs. His ass was pushing back on Max keeping a steady pressure.


“You cum in my mouth. You pushed deep in my throat and I felt your hot cum slide down.”

“Did you taste me?” Max was about to lose the last bit of his control but he needed Kyle to finish. He had to know.

“Yes….uuuurrghh.” Kyle’s head fell back and a growl came after his moan. “Fuck!” His hands jerked on his binding and his hips thrust forward, body trembling as he climaxed.

Max felt his own cum squirt as soon as Kyle said the word yes. He was glad that the leather he wore would keep the knowledge of his orgasm a secret for a bit. He let out a long sigh, though his body screamed to call out Kyle’s name. He was amazed to find himself standing from the intensity of his orgasm but then he felt Kyle’s knees buckle and had to pull him closer to his own body, supporting him.

Max laid his head on Kyle’s shoulder, regaining a natural rhythm of breathing. He was hit with the sudden urge to kiss Kyle. Kissing a client was rarely done. It helped him keep detached, separated from his client. Kissing was a personal thing for Max so he only did it when it was absolutely necessary in his line of work. He fought the urge but when he closed his eyes and took a breath, taking in the smell of Kyle and sex, well, he lost the battle. Max turned his head and let his lips lightly brush Kyle’s neck. Feeling that it was not enough, he slipped his tongue with the next light kiss and tasted Kyle’s skin. He’d wanted to do it since Kyle fist walked through the door. Max realized that Kyle’s taste was intoxicating, sending his head spinning.

“Max.” Kyle sighed.

This one word brought Max back to reality. This was not his lover but a client, no matter how beautiful his name sounded coming from those lips. Max lifted his head and loosened his grip on Kyle, finding that he had regained his balance and a shaky strength. Max pulled away and watched a shudder shoot through Kyle’s body feeling his doing the same. They both felt the effect of their bodies parting as the cool air hit their sweat laced bodies.

Max took the small key from his pocket, reached around Kyle and unlocked the cage, taking it off but leaving the cum filled condom.

“You may use the bathroom before dressing. The same rules apply this week.” Max’s voice was a little colder than he’d intended but then it softened with his next words. “I will see you on Wednesday.”

Max untied Kyle’s hands, pulled away and left the room. He cursed himself all the way to his apartment. NEVER had he lost control like that. No one but Maria had ever affected him so. Max prided himself on the impeccable control of his desires and responses to his clients. Maria had schooled him well, making him the best she had. It was easy for him to be detached; his early childhood had prepared him for that. Only Maria had broken through that wall, now it seemed as if Kyle did also.

Max had known that it would be difficult touching Kyle but thought that he could steel himself against the other man. Max gave a low chuckle as he opened the door, at how quickly that steel wall crumbled. Max went to his bathroom and peeled off his soiled pants. As he did so, he heard Kyle say his name again in his head. It was a heavenly sound. Max growled, climbed into the shower and let the heat of the water pound away the desire that still drummed and lingered strongly in his veins. He let the water try to drown out the sound of Kyle’s voice in his head.

Chapter 7

Max kept his next session with Kyle simple. After Kyle stripping and assuming his submissive pose, Max sat in the chair and admired his client. He knew that this was dangerous for him after what had happened the last session but he could not deny himself. So Max sat there quietly and watched. His gaze swept over Kyle’s body with appreciation. He remembered the feel of Kyle’s arms beneath his palms, the feel of his heart beating in his chest and Kyle’s pulse against his lips. Max shifted in his seat adjusting for his now hard dick.

As the silence ensued, Max watched Kyle begin shifting slightly. He could see his muscles ripple in his arms as he barely moved them. Max took a deep, silent breath and stood from the chair, steeling himself for his body’s reaction to Kyle. Max kneeled in front of Kyle but still kept the silence that suddenly seemed deafening. They sat like that for several minutes, Kyle’s head down while Max’s eyes roamed his client’s body. Max drew out this moment for a long as possible as his eyes found Kyle’s cock. He sported a semi hard on and Max’s lips twitched with a smile, glad that Kyle was affected by his presence as he was by Kyle’s.

Max reached a hand out and ran it through Kyle’s hair feeling its softness glide between his fingers. He still kept his eyes down on Kyle’s dick and was pleased to find it twitching and hardening more with just his touch. He heard a sigh coming from Kyle and watched his form relax.

It was only when Kyle was fully erect that Max stopped the motion of his hand, letting his fingers run down Kyle’s cheek to his chin. Placing a finger under the chin, Max lifted his head until their eyes met. Max saw the lust aflamed in the depths of such gorgeous blueness.

“Tell me about work Kyle.” Max’s voice was soft. He knew that if Kyle looked down to his crotch, he’d see that he was as hard as Kyle himself.

“Um…work…Sir..?” Kyle was not sure that he’d heard Max right. His body felt as if it were on fire, desire sweeping into every nerve in his body. The feel of Max’s hands in his hair had caused his mind to cloud over. He wanted him to talk about his job?

Max nodded. “Yes Kyle.” He loved saying his name. It rolled so easily from his mouth and thrilled his tongue. “Tell me about what you do.”

Kyle took a deep breath, trying to clear his head before spending the next 15 minutes telling Max about his job as a personal fitness trainer. Max kept Kyle’s gaze locked with his and asked questions when Kyle lagged. When Max was satisfied he let Kyle’s head down again. His eyes drifted down and found that Kyle had stayed hard through it all. Before Max could stop himself, he leaned forward and dropped a kiss on top of Kyle’s head.

“Very good. That is all for today. I will see you Friday.”

Kyle heard him get up and leave the room. Only then did he let out the breath he’d been holding since feeling Max’s lips on his head.

“What the fuck am I doing?” Kyle said aloud, getting up to retrieve his clothing and head home.

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Max walked to Maria’s office after leaving Kyle. He found her bent over her desk, papers piled up around her, the computer whirling. Max sat in a chair in front of the desk and waited.

Maria looked up and smiled. “Hey.” She saw that Max needed to talk and she had a pretty good idea who it was about. “You OK?”

Max ran his hand through his hair. “No, I’m not. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

Maria put down her pen and turned off the computer screen. “What’s wrong Max?”

“It’s Kyle. I can’t…” Max made a growling noise and shifted in his chair. Damn, he couldn’t even say his name without getting a woody.

Maria tried not to chuckle recognizing Max’s obvious frustration and discomfort.

“My control is gone when he’s around.” Max finally got out. He stood and started pacing the small office feeling very agitated. “As soon as he walks in, my body betrays me.” He stopped in front of Maria’s desk, leaning his hands on the smooth top and looked at her. “I’ve spent years disciplining my control. Never has it been so…Damn!” he started pacing again. “One man and it all goes to hell.”

“Well then drop him Max.” Maria said, her voice sounding detached of emotion but inside she was screaming Hallelujah. “Stop having him as a client.”

Max stopped and looked at Maria. She had to bite her tongue to stop the laughter coming out of her mouth at the look on his face. You’d have thought she was telling him to chop off his dick.

Max shook his head slowly. “No. I can’t do that. I need to see this through. I don’t give up.” The thought of not seeing Kyle anymore scared Max as much as the feelings that the man evoked in him.

“I’ll figure a way to deal with this. Goodnight Maria.” He said before quickly leaving. He had work to do and hoped that it would take his mind off Kyle for a while.

When Max left the room, Maria let out a laugh and her smile beamed while she shook her head. “You’ve got it bad.” She said out loud to the empty room. She sighed and looked down at all the work before her. She’d call Michael later and tell him the good news.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kyle walked in to find Michael playing X-box. He sat down and looked at Michael. Michael glanced up at Kyle and paused his game.

“You OK man? You look like hell.”

“Thanks.” Kyle murmured. “Tell me again why I’m taking the time to go and see Max.”

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know. You never indulged that information to me. Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s just sometimes, I get so frustrated and when he’s around… well damn, I don’t know, I get so confused.”

“Simple solution. Stop going to him.” Michael said.

It was a simple statement but it hit Kyle like a brick wall. His stomach knotted and his chest tightened as his breath was taken from him. The thought of not seeing Max and feeling his touch, smelling his scent or hearing that smooth voice sent him into a silent panic.

Kyle got up from the couch and headed to his room. “You’re not a lot of help.”

Michael waited until Kyle was in his room before he picked up the phone and dialed the all too familiar number.

“Hey Baby. Yes, I know we agreed that I’d leave you alone tonight so you could do some work but we need to talk. Can I come over?” A smile came over his face. “Yeah, that it. I’ll be there in a few.” Michael hung up, grabbed his keys and left.

Warning: This contains adult sexual content!

Chapter 8

Friday could not come soon enough for Kyle and Max. The waiting tried on their nerves and their closest friends got the brunt of their frustrations. For both of them, they could only think of the other which called for a very distracted time for the two men. They both internally sighed in relief when Kyle finally knocked on Max’s door.

Max showed Kyle in and had him take off his clothing. Kyle of course did so slowly, seeing out of the corner of his eye how Max was watching his every moment. He knew that he affected Max. He’d heard Max’s ragged breaths and felt his hard on earlier in the week. He knew when a man was attracted to him and Kyle was positive that Max was very attracted to him.

Max instructed Kyle to lie face down on the bed where Max proceeded to tie Kyle’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts with soft ropes. Max took several items from a drawer and sat on the bed between Kyle’s spread legs.

“Lift your hips.” Max said softly.

Kyle did so and bit back a groan; his body stiffening when he felt Max gently take hold of his dick and pull it down to point to his feet. This position for his cock was very uncomfortable for it had began to harden when Max touched him. When Max instructed him to lower his hips, Kyle could not hold back the moan when his weight was placed on his hardening length.

Kyle then felt Max wrap something tightly on his balls then he felt something putting a constant pull on them. What Kyle could not see was that Max had placed a ball separator on him then tied the attached cord to the end of the bed on the footboard. At that moment it was not causing Kyle a large amount of pain except for the discomfort of lying on his ever growing erection.

“Lift you hips.” Max instructed again.

When Kyle did so this time a piercing pain shot through his body stopping his breath. What Kyle found so curious was that the pain had not deflated his erection but instead seemed to make it throb more. Kyle felt Max’s hand on him again as he adjusted his cock so that it now pointed toward his chest. Max gently pushed down on Kyle’s hips indication for him to lower them. When the weight was shifted, Kyle sighed a breath of relief when the pain eased and he was more comfortable with his cock’s position.

Max’s hand gently rubbed on Kyle’s low back. “Are you alright?” He’d heard Kyle’s sigh when he lowered back down.

“Yes Sir.” Kyle answered a little tightly.

Max leaned forward, his arms on each side of Kyle supporting his weight and spoke softly in his ear.

“We are going to work on control tonight Kyle and see what kind of tolerance for discomfort you have.”

Max had discarded the shirt he was wearing and let his weight now lie more upon Kyle. Max’s bare chest pressed against Kyle’s back. Max moved his hips until the bulge in his jeans nestled between Kyle’s ass cheeks. Max gently pushed up with his hips and heard Kyle’s sharp intake of breath. This movement had caused Kyle’s body to shift pulling more on the cord attached to his balls.

“I don’t think you have too much control but I believe your tolerance for discomfort is very high if you achieve what you seek.”

Max thrusted again, this time hearing a tiny whimper. He knew that he was not causing Kyle inscrutiating pain or any damage to his precious balls so he continued with his plan.

“Let’s try something else.”

Max lifted reluctantly from Kyle’s body. He longed to strip from his jeans and ram his hard cock deep into Kyle’s beautiful exposed ass but he knew that was not why they were here. He wanted to fuck Kyle hard and deep until he could no longer utter coherent words. Max reached in a drawer and pulled out a cat-o-nines whip. He used the knotted lengths to lightly run down Kyle’s back. He smiled at Kyle’s reaction, seeing a shiver pass through his body. Kyle’s arms were tense, holding on to his bindings so tight that his knuckles were white. His breathing had also become quicker and a little more shallow.

“Have you ever been whipped?” Max asked, letting the tips dance on Kyle’s soft white flesh.

“No Sir.” Kyle gulped, his ass clenching at the feel of the whip’s tips.

Max lifted the whip and watched Kyle’s ass relax then clench again as it braced for the impact of the whip, however Max had other plans. He let the tips touch one of Kyle’s ankles and ran them up his leg, over his ass then down his other leg. This was done in a slow, tortured pace making Kyle shift and forcing a groan from him.

Kyle wanted to shout at Max to get it over with. His body was tense and every nerve was on end but he could not tell if it was in anticipation of what was to happen or concern. His emotions were all mixing together at this point. He wanted Max to do more, have his way with him, to do what he wanted but then a small voice of reason in the back of his head was screaming at him to tell Max to stop, that he’d had enough, the torture of not knowing what was to happen was just too much. That little voice wanted to be free of Max and go back to its lonely, boring life. Kyle ignored the voice and bit down on his bottom lip to keep from begging Max to do it.

Max picked up the leather from Kyle’s body and strategically ran it over his back, down his arms and ass once again. He watched as Kyle’s body alternately tensed and relaxed with each movement. He somehow knew that it was not longer in anticipation of the strike from the whip but from controlling his body’s response to writher and buck, which in turn caused the cord to his balls to be pulled.

It was at this time that Max raised the whip and slapped it on Kyle’s ass with enough force for Kyle to jump.

“Fuck!” Kyle growled through clenched teeth.

Max’s torture was nerve wracking. He was being teased and Kyle could not decide whether he liked it or despised it. Possibly a little of both. Kyle didn’t think he’d ever wanted to cum more in his life than he did at that moment. His body was screaming from the frantic need to achieve his climax. He fought the internal battle with his body that demanded for him to moved against the bed, humping it until he reached his release but his brain was receiving the strong now painful feel of the cord pulling on him as his body moved. But as he slowly lost his battle Kyle felt as if his body was adjusting to the pain and it was now laced with a delicious need. The last time he’d felt such conflicting sensations at the same time was when he’d been fucked for the first time.

Max brought the whip down on Kyle four more times until his ass was a light shade of pink. He was well pleased with the results. Kyle was shifting and writhering on the bed as moans and whimpers came softly from him. Max leaned toward Kyle until his lips were next to Kyle’s ear. Max flicked his tongue upon the lobe and felt his own body quiver with need as his senses were assaulted with Kyle’s sent and taste.

“I want you to watch me Kyle.” Max whispered.

Max stood by the side of the bed so that Kyle could turn his head and clearly see him. His hands went to the waist of the jeans. This was not what he’d planned to do with Kyle but he ached so badly to cum and to have Kyle see him, watch him, that he could not resist the opportunity.

Kyle’s eyes were glued to Max’s hands as they slowly unbuttoned his jeans then lowered the zipper. Max spread the material and Kyle could see dark hair peaking out showing that Max was not wearing underwear under the denim. Kyle was riveted as Max’s thumbs hooked the waist and began the slow decent of the jeans. Kyle’s view was blocked of the unveiling of Max’s cock since he bent at the waist to pull his feet from the jeans. Before Max straightened, his head lifted and looked at Kyle. His beautiful eyes held a glimmer and his lips gave the slightest of smiles that Kyle almost missed. That smile was telling Kyle that Max knew exactly what kind of effect he was having on him.

Finally, Max slowly rose to an erect stance and Kyle swallowed the saliva that built in his mouth as he looked upon the spectacular view of Max fully unclothed. Max’s cock stood erect and thick. As Kyle’s eyes seemed obsessed with it, the cock twitched. It looked to be one of the most perfect dicks in size and shape that Kyle had ever seen. He could almost feel what it would feel like in his tight ass.

Max moved gracefully, his muscles moving as smooth as his steps, to the soft, plush chair he had moved near the bed earlier. He saw Kyle watch his every move and inwardly felt a pleasure he’d never experienced before. He watched Kyle, seeing his blue eyes darken as his lust consumed his body. Max reached down and started caressing his cock, pleased that Kyle could not seem to take his eyes from it.

Max pumped himself with slow and long strokes. He imagined that it was Kyle’s hand on him. He observed Kyle shift again as he bit on his lower lip. Max knew that with each shift Kyle’s own hard cock rubbed on the bed.

“Can you take the discomfort Kyle?” Max asked pumping a little faster. “Show me Kyle. Show me how much you can take.” He is voice sounded a little winded as he felt his climax soon approaching.

Kyle looked at Max. The ache of need filled his body. He needed release, needed the discomfort, hell, he needed Max. Slowly, letting his body finally win its battle, Kyle began moving on the bed, shifting up and down, letting the friction caress his stiff dick. With each thrust, Kyle felt the cord pull on his balls and felt the pain but his desire was so great the pain almost disappeared in the pleasure he felt. He pushed his body down on the bed as far as his secured arms would allow. This gave him more slack on the cord allowing more room to move. Soon the room was filled with moans as Max jacked off and Kyle humped the bed.

“That’s it Kyle.” Max encouraged. “Come for me.”

Max felt his dick swell ready for his orgasm but he was determined to hold out until Kyle came. He slowed his stroke but still kept eye contact with Kyle and encouraged him with his words. He did not have to wait long as he watched Kyle’s body begin to tremble in his frantic pace and louder groans.

“Yes…uuurggh.” Kyle groaned as he came hard.

Max growled in response squirting his load on his stomach.

The room was silent but for the sounds of their labored breathing and the smell of sex that hung in the air. Max recovered first, stood and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, Kyle’s breathing had slowed and he lay there with his eyes closed. Max slipped his jeans back on then kneeled next to the bed where Kyle’s head laid. Max gave Kyle the lightest kiss on the lips. Kyle’s eyes opened and locked with Max’s. After a moment Max silently sighed and got up. He released Kyle from his bonds and removed the ball separator.

Kyle still lay on the bed reluctant to move just yet though he lay in his own sticky jism. He watched Max give him one last look.

“Clean up before getting dressed again. Don’t worry about the sheets.” Max said then left.

Kyle smiled at the closed door. He moved his body to get up and grimaced a second as his muscles protested the movement but that did not deter his mood. He’d gotten to Max. He inwardly did a little joy dance. Finally, Max showed a sign that he knew was very unlike Max. He knew because during a discussion with Maria, she had told him that he did not kiss his clients. Kyle could not stop the smile that laced his lips as he walked to the bathroom.

Chapter 9

“I’m tired Michael. I think I’m going to stay in tonight.” Kyle told his roommate as they ate the dinner Michael had waiting for him.

“Kyle, you promised. We won’t stay out late. Just a couple of games of pool. That’ it, then we can come back home.”

Kyle sighed. He was tired. It was Friday and he’d just gotten home from that intense session with Max. That in itself was trying enough but he was still pleased with his revelation. Every time he thought of Max, that smile would play on his lips. Yes he was getting to the man. He’d showered before leaving Max’s room but now, after eating, all he wanted to do was go to bed. But Michael had asked him the other day to go out and it had been awhile since they’d gone out together so Kyle gave in.

“Alright. Just a couple of games.” Michael smiled at Kyle.


Kyle and Michael walked into the bar named ‘The Edge of Uranus’. The music was loud and the dance floor was packed as usual but the owner was one of Kyle’s clients so he could always get a pool table. Kyle’s usual was on the second floor in the back corner, away from most of the others but it was positioned so that they could see the entire club. That was why Kyle liked it.

Michael began racking the balls when Kyle felt hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently then felt a set of lips on his neck. Kyle smiled, closed his eyes and leaned back into the giver. He was surprised but did not show it.

“Hey Maria.” Kyle said over the blaring music. Even with the noise and other smells drifting in the building, Kyle could pick up on Maria’s perfume.

“Hey Boy Wonder.” She said huskily into his ear. “I hope you don’t mind if we crash your party tonight.”

“I never mind having you around.” Kyle flirted.

“Excuse me. My woman, not yours. Go find your own.” Michael said playfully snatching Maria from Kyle and kissing her.

Kyle opened his eyes and turned to his friends when the word ‘we’ penetrated his thoughts and found himself staring into a set of very familiar golden eyes. He froze and his breath caught in his throat. He was as gorgeous as ever, wearing a pair of kaki pants and a maroon button up shirt. What the hell was Max doing here? Kyle thought almost panicked. Yes, Maria would sometimes join he and Michael here but never Max.

“Uh, hey…Max.” Kyle stumbled out. He’d almost said Sir but that wasn’t appropriate at the time.

Max’s beautiful lips twitched before a smile curved them into a luscious delight. He had heard the slight hesitation before Kyle said his name and knew that he was going to say something else. “Hi Kyle.”

“So, you’re the famous Max.” Michael said interrupting the staring contest between the two. “I’m Michael, glad to finally meet you.”

Max turned his attention to Michael and took the hand that he offered. But before he let go of Michael’s hand, he pulled Michael to him, pressing his chest to Michael’s. They were near the same height and Max’s lips came close to Michael’s ear.

“Maria didn’t tell my you were so damn sexy. Mmmm…hell.” Max said inhaling his scent. “Why don’t we ditch these two so I can have my way with your sexy tight ass.” Max purred into his ear making sure that he pressed closer to Michael.

Michael was stunned by Max’s words. His eyes went wide and he took a step back from Max. When he’d told Kyle his theory why Maria had not introduced them yet, he was joking, hiding his jealousy of her closeness to the other man. Michael looked to Maria whose back was to him but he saw that her shoulders shook a little. Then he looked to Kyle and saw the smile he was trying hard to hide behind his hand. Michael looked back to Max to find his lips twitching at the corners.

“Kyle, you ass!” Michael exclaimed then the three busted out laughing. Soon Michael joined them.

Kyle patted Michael’s back. “Sorry bro, I couldn’t help it. I told Maria and I guess she decided to tell Max.”

“It’s alright man. Just remember that payback is a bitch.” Michael said as Kyle laughed again.

“Really Michael. It’s good to finally meet you.” Max said and stepped up to Michael again. “You are a good looking man, so don’t let Maria tell you otherwise.”

Michael smiled at Max. “Let me buy you a beer.”

The four played three games of pool. There were all laughing and getting along well. The initial uneasiness from Max and Kyle had faded half way through the first game. The night was turning out good.

Max announced that he had to take a piss and headed off to the restroom. Max gave a quick glance back at Kyle.

“Me too.” Kyle said going after Max.

Kyle walked into the bathroom to find Max standing near a stall waiting. Kyle went up to him, put his hands on each side of Max’s head and pulled him down for a much longed for kiss. Max opened his mouth willingly, their tongues instantly tangling together. They both moaned as they did what had been on both of their minds since meeting.

Kyle pushed Max back into a stall and locked the door, his lips never parting from Max’s. Kyle ran he hands through Max’s dark hair feeling the softness that he knew it would feel. His body was pressed against Max’s, their throbbing hard dicks rubbing together through their pants. The desire that had filled him for so long boiled to the brink of spilling over. He knew that there was no way that Max was walking out of there without Kyle finally having him one way or another.

Kyle finally separated himself from Max’s very addicting lips and traveled over to his ear then down his neck. Kyle’s hands worked at unbuttoning Max’s shirt, eager to feel Max’s skin under his hands. Kyle’s lips traveled further down capturing one of Max’s exposed nipples between his teeth and gave it a little nip.

“Aauugghhh..Kyle.” Max moaned softly. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and hands thread into Kyle’s hair. It had been so long since anyone had touched him this way, so sincere, wanting him, Max Evans, not their Master.

Kyle spent a time caressing and kissing Max’s chest and abs while Max’s own hands finally left Kyle’s hair and explored the body he was beginning to know so well. Max watched as Kyle kneeled before him, hands working at his belt and pants.

“Kyle…” He felt Kyle’s lips brush over his navel. “Kyle, we shouldn’t…”

Kyle rose from his position and captured Max’s lips for a deep, lust filled kiss. He broke apart, both breathless and look into Max’s eyes.

“We are not in your room Max.” Kyle said emphasizing Max’s name. “This is my turf so shut your fucking mouth before I’m forced to stuff something in it.”

Max looked at Kyle a little surprised by his aggressive attitude. A smirk slowly formed on his lips. “Promise?”

Kyle’s eyebrow shot up but he went back to kneeling. Kyle opened Max’s pants and pulled out his hard cock. Kyle wet his lips then gently licked the tip.”

“Mmmm.” Kyle growled at Max’s taste before taking the full length into his mouth. Kyle sucked on Max, his tongue lapping at the thick rod, his suction varying, teasing, driving Max wild. Kyle took Max’s balls in hand and began a gentle caress of them, feeling them tighten. Kyle relaxed his throat taking Max a bit more in and swallowing.

Max was groaning and thrusting his hips to Kyle’s rhythm. He felt the hot rush that ran through his body and let his control go as he came hard squirting down Kyle’s throat.

Kyle finally released his hold on Max and stood up. He kissed Max, making him have a taste of himself. Max moaned, his hands going to Kyle’s groin, ready to return the favor. Kyle yelped when Max took hold of his hardness. Max quickly pulled away and looked at Kyle.

“Shit. I’m sorry Kyle. I forgot and I don’t have the damn key.”

Kyle sighed, feeling very frustrated but trying to now cool his burning body. His mind flashed back to several house before when he’d stepped out of the shower at Max’s. Max was standing there waiting for him. He did not say a word but approached Kyle with something in hand. Max slipped a thin metal ring on Kyle’s dick pushing it to the base. He wrapped the attached thin chain around Kyle’s waist and locked it with a very small padlock.

“This is a cockring and it will not be taken off until our Monday session.” Max finally spoke. “Normally, it enhances the sensations and makes an erection last longer. But this weekend, it will help you learn how to control your erections and how to deal with having a hard cock for a longer periods of time when you do get hard. This will help you to learn how to calm your body. Essentually control your cock.”

Kyle blinked and looked at Max, trying to smile though his cock was throbbing painfully with the need to come.

“It’s alright Max. I’ll be fine. Come on before Maria sends Michael in here searching for us.”

Max fixed his clothing and followed Kyle out of the bathroom chuckling. “I have a feeling, if I know Maria, she and Michael are long gone.”

Sure enough. The two were nowhere to be found. They walked outside and found that Kyle’s car was missing also.

“Told you. Here, I’ll drive you home.” Max offered leading the way to his truck.

The ride to Kyle’s was quiet but not uncomfortable. Max was more relaxed and neither felt the unease that they felt at the beginning of the night. They both felt that something in their relationship had changed that night. When they arrived at Kyle’s apartment, they saw no sign of Kyle’s car. They sat in the truck for a few, neither speaking, neither really wanting to part.

“Would you like to come up?” Kyle asked, his stomach knotted in anticipation.

Max shook his head. “I really shouldn’t.”

“Oh, ok.” Kyle said feeling rejected. “Thanks for the ride.” Kyle moved to get out when Max grabbed his arm stopping him. Kyle turned and looked at Max.

“It’s not that I don’t want to…because I really, I mean really, do.” Max said meeting Kyle’s eyes and sincere in every word. “It’s just I don’t think it is fair to start something that can’t be finished tonight. I want our time together to be…unrestricted.”

Kyle understood. Max did not have the key to the device and though Kyle knew that he could eventually come and receive pleasure with the cock rink, he knew exactly what Max meant because he wanted the same. Just the two of them with no aids. Kyle thought about telling Max that he just wanted to be with him, to hold him, caress him, pleasure him but he could see that Max would not be happy with just that. Max wanted to do the same to him so Kyle decided that he could wait. Kyle leaned over and kissed Max. It was a slow, gentle kiss but it still all of the passion and lust they both felt.

“Goodnight Max. I had fun.” Kyle said softly against his lips.

“Me too. Night Kyle.” Max said as he watched Kyle leave his truck. He waited until Kyle walked into his building before heading home.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Max was finally drifting into a deep slumber when he heard his apartment door open then close. He felt the covers of his bed being lifted then felt a body pressing against his skin. He turned and gathered the body into his arms.

“You know, I should be thoroughly pissed at you right now. You and Michael had no right setting us up like that.”

Maria snuggled deeper into Max’s embrace, her favorite t-shirt, which was one of Michael’s Metallica shirts, brushed against Max’s bare chest.

“Mmmm. I know but someone had to get things started between you two. You still love me right?”

Max heard the pout in her voice and smiled into her hair. He sighed, knowing that he has never been able to be mad at her for long.

“Yes Maria. I still love you. Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t have to after tonight.” She said as sleep filled her voice.

“You and Michael doing ok?” He asked. He was surprised to see her here with him tonight. He expected her more in the morning, rushing in, bombarding him with questions.

“Yeah. He needed to be at the gallery early in the morning so he went home.” Maria kissed Max’s chest and drifted off to sleep.

Max lay awake a little longer holding his best friend. She came to his bed on occasion when she did not want to sleep alone and he never minded it. It was actually nice to hold someone as they slept and he had found that he’d do anything for Maria. But no matter how much he loved her, he wished that it were Kyle who laid in his arms on that night.

Chapter 10

Monday dawned slowly and the day dragged for Max. He could barely wait for his last appointment. That was Kyle’s time slot and all day Max’s stomach churned. He couldn’t eat or concentrate. He barely made it through the day without completely losing it.

Kyle came knocking right on time as usual and Max let him in. He immediately felt Kyle’s awkwardness and it reminded him of his first visit 2 weeks before. He was also dying to kiss Kyle but held back not letting the urge control his actions.

Max pulled out a key and held it up to Kyle. “Let’s do this first.”

Kyle unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Max noticed that Kyle was wearing a red t-shirt that day. Friday was the only other time he’d seen him in one and he liked how it looked on him. Max looked down and bit back a smile.

“Think of mud.” Max said.

Kyle looked at Max confused. “Mud?”

“Yes, think of mud, something ugly, or something that gives you the creeps. The problem is that you are already semi hard and …” Max gave Kyle a smirk. “If I touch you, you’ll be completely hard, making it extremely difficult to get the ring off. Do you see my reasoning?”

Kyle nodded and closed his eyes. ‘Mud, mud, mud, mud.’ He chanted in his head but it wasn’t working. Instead he felt himself growing harder and envisioning Max and he somehow covered in mud.

“Damn.” He muttered. It wasn’t working. He searched his brain for something that would make him go soft. An image of a small blonde came to mind. ‘Perfect.’ He thought. Kyle began letting the image of the gerbil faced Tess Harding come to mind. She was one of his clients and he dreaded seeing her three times a week. She found every reason she could to touch him and he hated it but she was a rich pampered woman and that helped pay the bills. Kyle shuddered at the thought of her.

Max watched in wonder as Kyle suddenly deflated and almost asked him what he was thinking but thought it best not to disturb him. Max took advantage of the time and unlocked the lock before slipping the ring from Kyle’s once again hardening dick. He knew that as soon as he touched him, he would become stiff quick.

Kyle opened his eyes and saw Max staring at him. “What?”

“Just wondering what you were thinking about to make you go limp and quite fast if I may say so.”

“Oh, one of my clients. Remind me to tell you about her later.”

“Aahhh. The quirks of working with the public.”

Kyle nodded and began pulling up his pants and buttoning them. “Max, I came today to tell you that I no longer require your services.”

Max froze at Kyle’s words. Panic filled his body and he felt his heart begin to pound loudly and tear apart.

“Kyle…”

Kyle held up his hand. “No. Hear me out. I don’t think it’s right to use your services any more. How can I become your lover if I’m also your client? You know it will be impossible to separate the two.”

Relief suddenly flooded Max as soon as he heard the word ‘lover’. He now understood Kyle’s reasoning to stop being his client. He wanted to be more than that, to be more to Max. He stepped up to Kyle.

“You’re completely right. You are no longer in my service. I release you.” He said before claiming Kyle’s mouth. Their kiss was deep and filled with a lust that left them breathless.

They broke apart for the much needed air but their foreheads touched. Kyle’s hands went to the waist of his leather pants he’d worn just for Kyle but Max stopped him.

“Not here.” Max panted. He pulled away and took Kyle’s hand pulling him out of the room, up the stairs, to his apartment. Once inside, Max clawed at Kyle’s clothing as Kyle did the same. They both let their lust and desires free that were firmly pent up since their first meeting.

Both their hands roamed the other’s body eager to calm the hunger that filled their souls. Their lips touched heatedly before moving on to caress the other’s body. The air was filled with sighs and moans from the men.

Max pushed Kyle to his bed, and set him down before kneeling. “I’ve waited so long to taste you.”

Kyle pulled Max’s head to his hard length. “Nothing is stopping you.”

Max looked at Kyle. He’d seen him enough in the past two weeks that he almost couldn’t control the urge he had to take it into his mouth but now, with it just an inch from his lips, he took the time to really look at it. To see every vein that throbbed in it, to find every fold that creased it.

“Max.” Kyle pleaded, looking down at his lover.

Max’s tongue came out and gently lapped at the stiff rod in front of him and was pleased to hear Kyle groan with need.

“Fuck, Max. Just do it!”

Max looked up at Kyle with a mischievous smile. “Demanding bitch aren’t you?”

“Gggrrrr….”Kyle growled pulling Max’s head closer.

Max let his lips come in contact with Kyle’s tip and laid a light kiss on it before licking the salty liquid from the hole. It was a taste of heaven and he let out a low rumble from his throat. Max opened his lips and slid Kyle’s tip into his mouth.

“Yes!”

Max let Kyle’s cock slide deeper in, his tongue gently stroking it. Slowly Max began sucking and moving his head up and down on Kyle. His strokes varied, some short, others long. Kyle began thrusting into Max’s mouth and groaned. Max took him deeper in as he felt Kyle swell but before Kyle could blow his load, he stopped Max.

“I need you in me. I want to cum with you fucking me.”

“My pleasure.” Max said, his hard cock twitching with anticipation.

Max stood and went to his bedside table to retrieve the lubricant. Kyle had slid back on the bed and watched as Max climbed onto the bed next to him. No words were spoken as Max leaned down and captured Kyle’s lips. Their kiss was sweet and gentle at first then became deeper, more lust filled, their breathing becoming heavy. Kyle took hold of Max’s cock and massaged its hardness, feeling it throb under his touch.

Max broke away and positioned himself between Kyle’s legs. He smoothed a liberal amount of lubricant on his cock then lifted Kyle’s legs and placed them on his shoulders. He used his still lubed fingers and gently pushed them into Kyle’s ass. Kyle bucked his hips, forcing them deeper.

“You are so tight.” Max uttered. He turned his fingers and felt for the bump. Finding it, he gently pushed on it.

“Shit!” Kyle cried out, his body stiffening. He was so close to cuming. He looked up and saw that Max’s golden eyes had darkened, filled with need.

Max drew his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Kyle moaned and moved slightly. Max slowly pushed in, feeling the tight ring relinquish entrance to him. Kyle’s tightness hugged Max tautly dragging a groan of pleasure from him.

Max wanted to take it slow and enjoy every second but his body had other plans as he began thrusting hard and deep into Kyle. Their skin glistened with sweat and their breaths came out in moans or pants. Kyle came first as he grabbed his cock and pumped it several strokes and let his cum squirt up on Max’s stomach. Feeling Kyle’s hot cum on his skin drew Max over the edge and let out a deep grunt as he pushed deep in Kyle’s ass and let his climax take its course.

As they laid together, limbs entwined, Max’s finger ran along Kyle’s jaw. “I’ve never felt like this before with anyone. I know that I don’t really know you, we only met two weeks ago but I love you Kyle.”

Kyle smiled at Max and returned the touch. “You know me Max. More than anyone in this world, well, with the exception of Michael. It is I who don’t know you but so far I like what I’m seeing and feeling. I’m falling for you Max and I think it started the minute you said my name.”

They shared a gentle, tender kiss and fell into a sated slumber.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Max felt fingers running through his hair and that all too familiar scent that was drawing him from his slumber. He fought it as he pulled the hard, warm body closer to him.

“Max.” Her voice called. He reluctantly opened his eyes.

“Maria. Everything all right? Whatcha need?”

“We need to talk to you.”

With the word ‘we’ Max looked next to her and found Michael standing there.

“Now? Can’t you see I’m a little busy?” Sleep still ladened his voice and thoughts. He knew that he and Kyle were lying on the bed naked with no sheet covering their bodies. He cared not at the moment. Maria had seen him and Michael, well, from the look on his face, he wasn’t surprised by what he saw.

“We’re moving.” Maria announced and placed her hand on Max’s arm. A glitter caught his eye. Looking at her hand, he saw a large solitaire diamond ring.

Max looked up at Michael. “About time Guerin.”

Michael just shrugged. “I was waiting for the perfect time.”

Kyle stirred in Max’s arms, the voices waking him. He turned his head and opened his eyes. The first person he was Michael. Kyle jumped.

“Michael, what the fuck are you doing here?” He asked through clenched teeth and grabbing at the sheet to cover his nakedness. He looked over and saw that Michael was not alone either.

“Maria? What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry Kyle. It’s not like I’ve never seen a dick before.” She leaned toward Max and said softly but loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re a lucky man Max.”

Max smiled and looked at his blushing lover. “I know.”

Michael chuckled at Kyle’s red face. He loved seeing his best friend flustered.

“Uh, guys, excuse me, but why are you two here in Max’s room? Does she do this often?” Kyle asked looking to Max. He was wondering how many other times he’d wake with Maria there with them.

“As often as she wants.” Max answered kissing Kyle’s cheek before turning back to their guests. “What’s this about you’re moving?”

“Moving?” Kyle asked, feeling totally lost having not heard the beginning of the conversation.

“We.” She said indicating to the four of them. “We are moving. I found this beautiful two-story home outside of town on ten acres of land. It needs a little work but I think we can handle it. But you know what makes it such the perfect place?” Her voice was filled with excitement and her eyes twinkled.

“What?” Max asked, a smile splaying at his lips. He loved seeing Maria this way. It was like watching a five year old experiencing a carnival for the first time.

“It has two houses behind it. One is a three-bedroom home for Michael and I to start out family. The other is a small three-bedroom cottage. Perfect for you and Kyle.”

“Wait, did you just say for me and Max?” Kyle asked, his eyes wide.

Maria nodded. “Yes. Isn’t it great?”

Kyle was so shocked that he just looked at Maria like she’d grown two heads. He and Max had not even started a relationship, well ok, that’s not true but they were just starting one but now she’s already talking about them living together.

Maria tuned to Max. “What do you say partner?”

“Partner?” Max looked at her questioningly.

“I think some hearing needs to be checked or there is there an echo in here?” Michael cracked with a chuckle. He was getting a kick out of watching the three interact. Max and Kyle glared at him.

“Well yes. If I’m going to start a family, I’m going to need some help with the business and who else better than my best friend, who, by the way knows the ins and out of this place as well as I do. Plus, it will be you who will train your replacement because I will not be able to.”

Maria’s words were finally clicking for both Max and Kyle. A smile began twitching at Max’s lips. If he were Maria’s partner, he would not have to see clients any longer and could spend more time on his classes and writing and…Kyle. He’d only have to train his replacement.

Kyle on the other hand, was looking back and forth between Maria and Michael, his mouth hanging open understanding her hidden message. Maria reached out and closed Kyle’s mouth.

Max took Kyle’s hand and looked at him lovingly for a moment then to Maria. “So. When’s moving day?”

“Sometime in the next eight months. Of course I want to be moved in the next six so that I can have everything ready.” Michael answered wrapping his arms around Maria from behind, his hands resting on her stomach.

Max saw this motion and the words finally hit home. “OMG! Maria! I’m going to be an uncle!” His face beamed with a large smile. “I’m so happy for you.” He said looking at Michael and Maria.

“It’s still early. I say we get up and go celebrate.” Kyle suggested, finally getting his head together. He was going to be an uncle also and Max, though he did not voice it verbally, had accepted that they would live together. The look Max had given him earlier had wiped away any of doubts. It told him that he was stuck with Max and that was there only way he wanted it. There was plenty to celebrate.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

ONE YEAR LATER….

Max sat at his computer and sighed. He hated getting writer’s block It was so frustrating. He looked at his watch and smiled. Ten more minutes and Kyle would be home. They were going out to Maria’s for dinner. He looked out his office window and thought about all that had happened in the last year.

He and Maria got the business moved to the new house within five months of her purchasing it. It was prospering. Moving it out into the country had seemed to increase business. Max had to guess that since they were no longer in the city, their clients found it more private and felt more comfortable and brought more business their way.

Maria had found an eighteen year old for Max’s replacement. Max liked the kid who reminded him of himself 8 years before. It only took Max six months to completely train the kid and he was doing quite well, picking up where Max had left off. Since moving out here, Max had also had to train one other employee, this time a female. She was almost ready to be out on her own.

Michael continued with his art career and is doing well with that. He married Maria in a small intimate ceremony a month before handsome Conner Maxwell Guerin was born. Kyle complained a little that Max got a child named after him. He said that it wasn’t fair. It was promised that the next child would be named after Kyle. Max felt sorry for the child if it is to be a girl. Conner is now three months and a pure joy to be around. Already, he is very spoiled by his two loving uncles.

Maria is very happy being a full time mother. She now does mostly the paperwork and bookkeeping for the business while Max handles the hands on things. Max has seen her thrive and become the happiest that he’d ever seen. Of course being a wife and mother still doesn’t stop her from barging in on he and Kyle whenever she wants. Kyle has gotten over his initial modesty and it doesn’t faze him any longer.

Kyle. The love of Max’s life. The man that he fell in love with from the moment he saw him. They are very happy together. By moving day, he and Kyle were practically joined at the hip only to part when they had to work. It’s been a year and they are still that way. Max loved being with Kyle. Yes, they have their occasionally disagreements but what couple doesn’t.

Maria built a good size gym onto the main house so that Kyle could now run his business from there. It has also given her clients another option but that is for after hours use only. Kyle has had it opened for one month an it already is doing well. His normal clients who really wanted him did not mind driving out for their sessions. In fact, some have taken to running on the track that Kyle had made outside before their fitness training sessions. Yes, he and Kyle had made a good life for themselves and were very happy.

Max heard the front door open and close. He heard footsteps approaching his office then felt strong arms wrap around him as Kyle’s scents inflamed his senses.

“Hey gorgeous. Did you get anything done?”

Max leaned back into his arms. “Not much. Still having trouble.”

“Mmmm. I think I have the perfect solution.”

“Oh really? What’s that?”

“Sucking a thick and ready cock will clear your block.” Kyle said, his voice low and husky.

Max chuckled. “You say that about everything.” But he was already shutting down his computer.

Kyle released Max and waited for his lover. “Blowjobs are cure alls.”

Max stood and approached Kyle. His hands lifted Kyle’s shirt but stopped halfway up, the shirt keeping Kyle’s arms raised and trapped in his shirt. Max held it with one hand while the other reached down to Kyle’s shorts.

“Let’s see how true it is.”

All Kyle could do was groan as Max bit a nipple before kneeling before his lover. Max had learned that a Master needed love as much as he needed to give it.

THE END