Leo took my hand firmly and pointed. “In my room. Now,” Leo said with masked urgency.

“Leo, what’s going on?” I asked him. Shit. I should have called him sir or daddy, but the whole situation had suddenly turned weird.

“Nothing,” he muttered. “Just go into my room. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

I kept my eyes planted firmly at the door, but I walked into his room. “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Five minutes,” he grunted.

When Leo opened the door, I tried to get a look at the man in front. Whoever he was, he was barely able to stand, apparently drunk or high on something strong. He wore a pair of tight jeans and a tucked in band t-shirt.

I recognized him when I saw the short and thinning bleached hair. I couldn’t make out much else, but I knew exactly who he was. He saw me in the parking lot of the Leather and Lace. We nearly made eye contact. Was he fucking following me?

Leo looked uncomfortable. I couldn’t be sure, but his demeanor looked worn down. He was stressed that this man was here, which meant they knew each other.

I watched from the hallway and strained my ears to listen to the conversation. “Patrick, what are you doing here?” Leo asked. “I told you already. You can’t keep coming here.”

“I got a little drunk, okay?” he whispered. His eyes glared back at me, and I shuddered backward with minor trepidation.

“You can’t be here,” Leo stated firmly. “You need to leave now.”

“Come on, stud muffin. Just let me in for old times sake.” The words came out slurred, but they slithered past the front door and into my ears. Leo turned around and saw me watching.

Leo quickly pulled out his wallet. He gave “Patrick” a twenty dollar bill. “Call a cab, or I will,” he said.

Patrick laughed coldly, but it was obvious he was hurt. “Fuck off, Leo,” he stammered.

I tried not to think about it. I’d focus on myself, not some other twink who was apparently jealous of my appearance. What mattered was that I was allowed to stay over, and I was in Leo’s room.

It felt exhilarating and wrong, all at the same time. I was supposed to be home right now, but I wasn’t going back there. My mother would have to figure things out for herself tonight.

Without being too invasive, I looked around his room. There were framed pictures hung on the black walls. Gays dressed in leather and bondage gear spread their legs apart for the camera. They were old relics left over from the ‘80’s, back when being gay was still shunned.

They were amazing pieces. He must have been in the scene a long time, I thought. Maybe there were others who’d show up to his door wasted. Maybe this was a trend with him… Ugh.

Leo shut the door behind him. He was noticeably angry. I felt an obligation to make him feel better, but I also felt a little weird and unwanted.

I stepped out of his room. “Leo, who was that?” I asked him.

“Please. Just don’t. Not right now,” Leo said.

His eyes scanned me, but they never stopped at mine. He was avoiding me, but I wasn’t sure why. We weren’t dating, so it wasn’t really my business. I tried to remain positive because I didn’t want the night to be ruined, but I couldn’t get Patrick’s cold face out of my head. He looked unhinged.

“Whoever it was, don’t let them bring you down,” I said.

Leo pushed past me. He sat down on his bed and rubbed his hands over his face. “I said don’t.”

“Then, what do you want from me right now?” I asked him.

I figured that he just wanted me to go home. It was written all over his face, but I needed to hear the words for myself. I waited for him to hand me my bag and point toward the front door, but he never did.

“Nothing. You can stay here. I’ll show you to your room,” he said.

“My room?” I cleared my throat and anxiously corrected myself. “Okay. Thanks.”

At the time, I felt a little hurt, but it was better than being sent home. There was a door at the end of the hallway that led to a small room. “Here,” he muttered hand twisting down the handle.

I put my hand against Leo’s, hoping it would get him to stop walking. He did. “What is it?” he asked.

“Were you telling the truth earlier?” I asked him. He shook, but I wasn’t talking about Patrick. I didn’t want to know about that.

“About the breathing… Was all that true? You can have a bigger orgasm?”

I expected a big smile, for his eyes to darken with deep satisfaction. They didn’t. “I don’t know,” Leo said, walking forward. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m full of shit. Anyway, who cares?”

“I don’t understand,” I said. I wanted to know more, but more than anything, I wanted him to come back to me. Wherever he was, it was far away from here.

“It’s probably not real,” he grunted. “Anyway, it didn’t work for me in the past.”

“Okay. Whatever.” I felt confused and lost. Where was he? What happened between him and Patrick that could have caused him to shut down like this?

He was still avoiding eye contact with me. No matter how hard I tried to connect, he made sure to look in the opposite direction. He ignored my question. “I hope this is okay,” he said.

“It’s fine,” I said.

“Right. Well, I’m going to get some sleep,” Leo muttered. He began walking down the hall, aiming his eyes at the floor. When he reached the end of the narrow passage, he could sense that I was still looking at him.

“Goodnight,” I said.

Leo turned around. His burly body barely fit in his red hallway. His demeanor shifted. “Don’t worry,” he told me. “This was a good day.”

I slowly closed the door and snuggled into bed. I took one glance at my phone and felt the weight of our situation hit me. There were five unread text messages from my mom, wondering where I was.

What was I doing here? There was so much he wasn’t telling me. Maybe in time, he would open up. Was I really this ready for everything to change in my life? I skipped work. Two days in a row... This was fucking crazy.

Most people would have left and given this up, but I was dedicated. The old me wouldn’t have dared to do what I’ve done these past few days, but on this night, in particular, I felt transformed.

I smiled—just a little bit. This week had been difficult, but it was also the first time in my life that I felt spontaneous. I was free to be someone new and completely different.

Leo had given me a small taste of what was to come. I was nervous, excited, and everything in between. The smile eventually wore off, and I closed my eyes to sleep. A slight knocking noise woke me up.

“Hey.” Leo was leaning over my bed with a smile.

“Hey,” I whispered. I looked over at the closed blinds to get a gauge on what time it was. This was weird, but I went along with it because he didn’t look threatening. “Is it time to wake up already?”

It couldn’t have been more than an hour. Leo shook his head. “No. Not really,” he said.

His hand fell against his thigh. Leo was only wearing a pair of shorts. Nothing else. My eyes scanned his body before I slowly began pulling down the covers. I knew what Leo wanted from me, and I was going to give it to him if he decided to act on his feelings.

“What are you doing?” he asked me.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to act out of turn, but at this particular moment, it was hard for me not to. If he kicked me out, so be it.

“Don’t play games, Leo. You came in here for one thing only,” I said.

I looked heavily into his eyes before feeling my own urges kick in. I bent over in front of him, slightly spreading my legs. His hand did the rest of the spreading with his hands.

His finger pressed against my rim. There was that familiar pressure, deep seated and intense. Powerfully breathing, he stepped on the bed and prepared to mount me.

“You’re so fucking fertile,” he whispered. “Do you know what that does to a guy like me?”

I trembled but eventually managed to say, “You can smell it on me. It’s strong, isn’t it?”

“I smelled you the first day I saw you. That’s when I knew,” he said, body towering over me. His shadow hung against the wall like a massive beast, ready to take his prey.

“Knew what?” I asked with a cute smirk.

“You’re asking too many questions.” His voice was gruff, but he was in a better mood. I knew I could test my luck, so I did.

“No, I’m not,” I said.

His cock brushed against my ass, but he wasn’t taking his shorts off. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering why he hadn’t taken the next step. Was he afraid? Was something wrong with me?

I sat back down and turned around to face him. I placed my palm against his chest, feeling his heavy heartbeat against his firm pecs. He was so hot. Too fucking hot for me. Yet, he was opening himself up to me, little by little.

I corrected my tone and language. “I want to follow your rules, daddy,” I said. “But I want to know who you are, eventually. I know that will take time.”

Leo looked confused. “But why? Why do you want to know me?”

I bit my lip, looking down at the mattress while ignoring how hard both our cocks were. I felt the surge of energy inside of my belly spread into my chest.

“As soon as I saw you, I knew you were a force to reckon with. You looked like a wolf. You looked dangerous,” I said.

“You had built a fantasy inside your head, and I fit the mold. I get it. You know what they call me?” he asked. “The beast. But I’m not a beast at all. I’m just another alpha who’s gotten burned too many times,” Leo said, voice still low.

My blood turned cold in my forearms, and my chest tightened. “I don’t care what you think you are,” I said to him. “I know what you are to me.”

Leo looked up and clenched his jaw. After, he took in more of my scent. “I think I know why they call you the beast,” I said. He closed his eyes, tilting his head like he was king of the fucking castle.

There he was. As soon as I touched him, I noticed how warm his shaft felt in my hands. The meaty bone was thick and solid too. “Jesus,” I whispered. “You’re… huge.” I carefully trickled my fingers across his cock, exploring his body in ways I couldn’t before.

“Someday, this won’t feel big to you,” he said.

I shivered and smiled real wide. I hoped he trusted me enough to let me continue this because this was turning into the hottest experience I had ever found myself in.

He leaned his head back as I pulled down the front of his shorts. He eased out of them and laid his body down.

“There we go,” I whispered. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Fuck,” he groaned with absolute pleasure. “Yes, kitten. But I need you to look into my eyes.”

I felt my heat take over the whole show. I sat up on the bed and leaned over his body, patiently rocking my wrist. “Like this?” I asked him.

“No. Like this.” He made me hold his cock with a firm grip. I put both legs around his pelvis and sat on his thighs. I felt in control, which was the opposite of what I expected.

My daddy was pleased nonetheless. I kept my eyes steady as I stroked his cock, moving faster now. Both hands took control, one on his balls while the other worked his shaft.

Leo opened his. His chest started moving rapidly, and a sharp groan escaped his lips. I stopped jerking him off as soon as I saw him get close to blowing. “Is everything okay?” I asked him.

He smiled. “This is what I was talking about earlier. The breathing techniques. They’ll help us play for hours,” he said.

“You want to play with me for hours?” I smiled back at him, glaring into his eyes now. He rose up and wrapped his hands around my waist, ready to kiss me.

“I want to cum inside your tight little hole, slut,” Leo grunted.

It shouldn’t have taken me off guard, but it did. I staggered back, but Leo pulled me forward again. I looked down, and my cock was throbbing. I felt close to losing it again.

His hand fell lower, dragging across my balls. His fingers massaged my taint, feeling each thinly shaved hair. “Keep going,” I whispered. “I want you inside me.”

“You want me to breed you. Don’t you?” he asked me.

Was this a test? Did he want me to answer truthfully? I gulped and tried to make sense of everything. All I could do was respond emotionally.

“Yes,” I said. “So badly, sir. I want to feel you pump your hot cum inside my hole.”

That image sent me reeling backward. The riskiest things in life were always the most fun. My heat was definitely a risk. Was it one I was willing to take?

His fingers began massaging around my rim. I spread my legs so he could get a better feel for me. “I don’t believe you,” he said.

“I do. It’s all I’ve been thinking about,” I said.

“Then, beg me for it. Plead for my seed,” he said.

I felt a shockwave of sensations hit me. Pleasure, confusion, and fear filled the room. Was I really going to let him do this? It would seal the deal permanently. I desperately wanted a change, but was I genuinely going to be ready when it happened?

“Give me your fucking load, daddy,” I said. “Fill me. Use me. Make me pregnant.”

I did it. I made an emotional decision. A choice. I said the words I could regret forever. I felt better than ever.

He grunted and inserted a finger. He only got about an inch inside of me before I let out a painful moan. Leo didn’t say a word. He was too invested in this now. He quickly grabbed a bottle of lube, poured enough on his fingers and my ass before inserting his index finger back inside of me.

“Oh, fuck,” I said.

It hurt more than I expected it too. I tapped on his hand, and he slid it out, drawing against the side of my ass. The pain drifted after a minute, but I collapsed into his comforting arms, breathing heavily.

“Too much already?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine,” I said, tearing up a little.

He grinned and shook his head. “It’s not time,” he said, moving as if he was going to leave the room.

I quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed. “No, don’t. Don’t go,” I said. Leo paused. “Stay here with me,” I whispered.

“When we fuck… if we fuck, I want to be able to give you all of me,” Leo said. “I’ve been waiting months to cum. I’ve thought about this for a long time. I’m not blowing my load any other way.”

I felt terrible. I couldn’t please him yesterday and today was still a dud. “You don’t want me to suck your cock?” I asked.

“No,” Leo said, firmly shaking his head. “I want your sweet ass.”

I felt myself already giving over to him. What he wanted, I wanted too. There was just something about his presence that pulled me in. He was stern, but also comforting and calm. He was emotional, dark, and extremely powerful and commanding. All I wanted was for him to be happy.

“Take it. It’s yours,” I said. “Stretch my tight hole out. It won’t take long. I promise.”

He looked doubtful. “What time is it?” he asked. “I should be going to bed. I have a pretty strict workout schedule.”

My phone went off. I grabbed it and unlocked it, shamefully scrolling through the twenty-three angry text messages from my fucking mother. Oh God, I thought. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life.

“I think it’s time for bed, champ,” Leo said.

“Wait. Please,” I said.

Leo ignored my pleading calls. Instead, he walked to the door, chuckling to himself. “You should call your mother. She’s worried sick about you.”

That wasn’t how this night was supposed to go. I sacrificed a lot to come here. My job, my family life, and I continually gave him a piece of myself. “It’s not what you think. I don’t really live with her,” I said.

“Kitten, stop talking so fast. It’s making me dizzy,” he said, still laughing. “I’m going to bed.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Okay. Goodnight, Leo.”

He shut the door, but I could hear his heavy footsteps pause in the hallway. “Don’t worry so much,” he said. “You’re cute as hell.”