I had prepped my area according to plan and stood back to look at it to make sure that I hadn’t forgotten anything. I had been spending some time watching Master Adam doing wax play for a while now. While wax isn’t a huge thing for me, it was still something I was interested in learning. I’ve been trying my hand at it here and there.

Master Adam told me the most important thing when doing a wax scene is to be prepared for the unexpected. He said that burning candle wax isn’t a constant.

“Playing with hot, liquid wax isn’t like playing with a crop. A crop is constant; it basically remains in the same shape and form. Liquid wax is an unknown, so always be prepared.”

Blake helped me ensure that I thought of everything for my first wax scene tonight. I had everything in my head and just needed to execute it correctly.

I had a flame-resistant cloth covering the table, a fire blanket next to the bucket filled with water and a cloth submerged in it, a putty knife to remove the wax and a special lotion for the girl afterward. I had a few different colored candles to work with and was going to attempt making a burst pattern on her back.

For the past few weeks, I had been practicing at my house, paying close attention to how long it takes the candles to reach the melting point and how high I should hold the candle to create the pattern.

I was ready and confident, and I knew that there were going to be a lot of members watching my scene tonight. Ashley walked into the dungeon stall and knelt next to my feet. I crouched down in front of her, and for once, I actually asked a sub to look at me. This had the potential to be dangerous, and I needed to make sure she was clear and ready.

We went over the scene, safe word and I showed her all of the safety precautions I had in place. Blake and Master Adam both have said how important it is, especially in these kind of scenes, for a sub to feel safe and that all precautions were taken to ensure their safety. This wasn’t Ashley’s first wax scene, so she knew what to expect.

After I applied some baby oil to her back, I guided her to lie down on her stomach. I already had some candles burning and picked up the red votive. Carefully, I poured the liquid wax onto Ashley’s back in the center. A nice red circular area appeared in wax form and would serve as the hottest point in my burst pattern. I poured the wax from a few orange votives around the red circle in the center and then grabbed the long red candles and dripped red wax on the orange wax.

It was time to check in with her.

“Doing ok, Ashley?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

I poured yellow wax in somewhat of a circle around the orange circle and then dripped orange wax over the yellow wax. My last color was the white candle, and I poured the white wax to the outside of the yellow wax, then dripped yellow wax over the white wax.

Could the pattern look more uniformed? Probably, but I was very pleased with my first pattern.

Many of the people who watched the scene came into the dungeon stall when I motioned that it was okay for those who wanted to get a closer look. Blake came in and was smiling at me, which made me smile. He came right over, clasped his hand down on my shoulder and shook me a little.

I kept most of my focus on Ashley though and was on the lookout for any discomfort or for her to let me know when she was ready for it to come off. But occasionally I would glance at the people looking at her back. I heard a lot of complimentary things, and Adam came in and nodded at me.

“Fantastic job, Anthony. Love how you did the hottest color on the color wheel down to the coolest. It looks great.”

“Thank you,” I said and then glanced at Blake. “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just really proud of you. Look at what you did, Anthony. You learned a new craft and your first scene with it has gone over really well.”

I nodded and smiled. When I looked out over the crowd, Paul was standing there with his hands on his hips. He looked disgusted, and when our eyes connected, he began shaking his head. Fucking dick. I smiled at him and jerked my head upward at him, kind of telling him to fuck off, and then I looked away. Later when I glanced in that direction again, I noticed he was gone.

After I cleaned Ashley up and had spent some time giving her some after care, I made my way to the bar and talked to some members as I went. Blake was beside me, and I still had my t-shirt draped over one shoulder when I ordered my Coke.

I barely had caught my breath when a couple new members approached.

“That was an amazing scene. May I ask where you get your candles for your wax scenes from?”

“Blake has a catalog around here that has a bunch of equipment in it. I order them from there. Do you play with wax?” I asked the guy.

“A little bit, though I will admit, the candles you were using looked great. They made that girl moan instead of scream. Sorry, man, let me introduce myself; I’m Colin.”

“I’m Anthony, nice to meet you.”

The other guy that was with Colin reached across him with an outstretched hand.

“I’m Matt. I caught your rope scene last weekend. How long have you been rigging?”

“Since July. Lots to learn still,” I said and shook his hand.

I sat at the bar and talked for a few hours with Colin and Matt. They’re both from the Bay Area too and are die-hard 49ers fan. Even though they were both six years older than I was, we had a lot in common, and they were great to talk to.

* * *

Colin and Matt invited me to dinner and to go golfing with them. I’ve only known them for a few weeks, but I feel like the three of us have been friends for a long time. The two of them are so easy to be around. And maybe it’s because they know nothing of my past.

It was a Thursday night, I had just gotten home from work and walked inside to a ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“Anthony, it’s Colin. Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No, I just got home from work.”

“Matt and I are meeting for dinner at Vito’s on Las Vegas Boulevard. Want to come along?”

I glanced around my kitchen and rubbed on my empty stomach. I didn’t even know what I had in the house for dinner.

“Yeah, what time?”

“Does thirty minutes work for you?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you guys there.”

I hung up and quickly changed from my dress slacks, shirt and tie and into jeans and a navy button-down shirt before making my way to Vito’s.

I was waiting in the lobby and stood when they approached the restaurant. Colin gave me a quick upward nod to greet me and went over to the hostess stand while Matt came right over to me.

“Hey, Anthony.”

“Hi, Matt. How’s work?”

“Busy today. The emergency room was full of patients. It goes in spurts, you know? Some days are really calm, and others are just nightmares,” he added.

I knew Matt was a doctor but wasn’t sure what kind exactly. Since he was talking about the emergency room though, I deduced that’s where he worked.

“Table’s ready, guys,” Colin called over to us.

I trailed behind Matt and Colin to a table near the window and sat down to Colin’s left and Matt’s right. Colin and Matt each ordered beers, but I just got a Coke. I worried for a minute that these two were going to think there was something wrong with me for not ordering a beer too. They hadn’t said anything about it by the time dinner rolls were brought out, so I relaxed about it.

“So, we know what you do with your evenings, Anthony. What line of work are you in by day?” Colin asked.

“I work for Schmidt and Sons Accounting Firm,” I said.

“No shit? What do you do for them?” Colin asked.

“I’ve only been with them a few months now. I’m just shadowing the accountants at the speed of molasses.”

Matt and Colin laughed.

“Not quick enough for you?” Matt asked.

“Not really. I think they’re just being overly cautious and making sure I know what I’m doing before they turn me loose and give me my own clients.”

“Where’d you go to college?” Matt inquired.

“UC Berkeley.”

Colin gestured to Matt and then looked at me.

“That’s another thing we have in common; the three of us went to California universities,” Colin said.

I laughed and took a sip of my Coke.

“Where did you guys go?”

“We both went to UCLA. Though, Colin entered a year after I did and graduated a few years before me,” Matt said.

“Sorry, not my fault you decided to become a doctor,” Colin joked, and Matt flipped him off, which made me laugh. “Matt’s dad and brother are doctors too.”

I nodded. I wanted to offer up that my dad had been a doctor too, but thinking about him made my chest hurt again. And it was almost perfect timing for them to ask me the next obvious question.

“How about you, Anthony, do you have any family out here?” Colin asked.

“No. My mother and stepfather died a while back, and my father passed away just a few months ago. I don’t have any siblings.” I took a quick sip of Coke, and when I swallowed, that lump was back in my throat. Fuck. “So, it’s just me.”

Our server placed our meals in front of us, and I worried that I wouldn’t be able to eat much. The ache in my chest was back, and now the fucking lump in my throat was there too. I took a deep breath and felt the ache as I reached for the salt.

“I’m all that’s left of my family, too,” Colin said and took a bite of his food. “My parents and brother were killed in a car accident over the Thanksgiving holiday when I was nine.”

“Jesus,” I said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It was a long time ago, but I think about them often and especially every Thanksgiving.”

“Colin and his brother were twins,” Matt added.

“Wow, I can’t imagine what that must have been like,” I said.

I don’t know why, and I’m probably going to hell anyhow, but when Colin told me that he lost his family too, the ache in my chest seemed to subside just a tiny bit. I wasn’t happy that the guy lost his family, but maybe a small piece of me thought that he knew how I felt too.

“It was rough for a while.” Colin tipped back his beer bottle. “But, luckily Matt’s parents had been best friends with my parents, and they took me in.”

I nodded and worked on my food for a few moments.

“So, I got another brother to get in trouble with.” Matt joked. “I had to share a room with this guy.”

Colin flipped him off.

“I was a good roommate.”

“Mmhmm,” Matt made a sarcastic noise as he was chewing.

I liked these guys. They were fun to be around and clearly had a great friendship.

“So, how long have you been a member of Club Irons?” Colin asked me.

“Not too long. I was accepted into the mentorship program this past spring, and Blake’s been working with me ever since.”

“That’s fantastic. I’ve heard nothing but great things about Blake. Matt knows Luke, and we got our reference from him.”

“I know Luke! He’s an amazing rigger. I’ve learned a lot from him. Great guy.”

Talk for the rest of our meal centered around Irons and the lifestyle. Neither of the guys had submissives of their own, and both have been playing with a few girls off and on in Irons. Next thing I knew was that it was going on midnight.

“Fuck, I’ve got to get up early for work tomorrow. I need to get going guys, sorry.” I pulled out my wallet to pay, but Colin intercepted the bill.

“I got it. You can get the next one,” Colin said.

“Next one’s on me, thank you,” I said.

In the parking lot, I thanked them for inviting me out tonight and told them I’d catch them at Irons this weekend. They invited me golfing with them tomorrow afternoon, but I had to decline since I was working.

“No biggie. Anytime you find a Friday afternoon with no work, you’re always invited to join us. Matt thinks he’s a fucking god with the golf club, so hopefully you play better than I do,” Colin said.

“Ha, don’t count on it. I’ve never swung a club,” I said.

“Ever play baseball?” Matt asked.

Baseball. I loved baseball when I was in high school. It was the closest at the time that I ever felt to belonging somewhere, until I found Irons. I nodded and confirmed that I’ve played baseball.

“It’s the same type of swing, just downward. Trust me, if you’ve played baseball, you will pick golf up in a second,” Matt said.

“You know, on second thought, I will join you guys tomorrow. I’ll just do a half day of work.”

“Yeah! Now you’re talking. Ok, do you know where the Dragon Bourne Golf Course is?” Colin asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Out in Henderson?”

“Yep, 2:00. Matt and I meet in the clubhouse and then go out. See you tomorrow, Anthony.”

I headed to my truck, and when I got in, I couldn’t help but smile.

“See, dad. I think I finally found some friends.”

* * *

After I left work, I went to a sporting goods store and quickly found some golf shorts, shoes, and a collared shirt. I didn’t have any golf attire, nor did I ever think I’d have a need for it.

I arrived at the Dragon Bourne Golf Course at 1:45 p.m. and pulled up to the gated entrance. A gate guard stepped out from his gatekeeper booth as I rolled my window down.

“Name, sir?” he asked.

“Anthony Graves. I’m meeting—”

The man gave my door frame a pat with his hand, and he nodded.

“Mr. Everett said he was expecting you. Are you going to his home or straight to the golf course, Mr. Graves?”

“Golf course.”

“Ok, after you get through the gates, make a right at the stop sign and follow that street until you get to the clubhouse. It will take you straight to it.”

I nodded my thanks and went through the gates.

“Well, fuck me.”

I said out loud in my car as I drove past some of the most incredible looking homes I’ve ever laid eyes on. These mansions lined the golf course, and all of them were stunning and unique. I walked into the clubhouse and immediately saw Colin at a table on the patio. He was already dressed, ready for golf. He stood as I approached with my gym bag.

“Locker room is down this hall and to your right. Matt’s running a little late, so we can just wait for him on the patio if that’s cool with you?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll go change.”

The locker room was kind of what I feared it would be. There were a bunch of old guys either in the middle of undressing or completely naked. And they were just standing there, debating scores as if they weren’t naked. I made no eye contact and found a small section as far away from them as I could.

I quickly changed and put my stuff in a locker and headed back out to the patio. When I sat down, a waitress came over, and I ordered a Coke.

“Matt’s almost here.”

I nodded and looked at the TV overhead that was showing some highlights of some football.

“Football your favorite sport?” Colin asked.

“Yes, definitely.”

A few minutes later, Matt arrived and then we were off to play the front nine. Colin handed me one of his drivers and said I could go first.

“Ok, I’ve never swung a golf club, so hopefully I don’t land on my ass.”

I set the ball up on the tee and lined my feet up. I drew the club back, kept my eye on the ball and brought the club down fast.

Ping!

I hit it!

“Damn!” Matt said as Colin laughed.

I held my hand above my eyes to shield them from the sun while I looked for the ball. Colin was doubled over laughing while Matt walked closer.

“Where the fuck is my ball?” I asked in all seriousness.

“Dude, your ball is somewhere over on the second hole. You beat the shit out of that ball. We’re going to have to work on a little finesse with you, Anthony,” Matt said as he shook my shoulder playfully.

I turned to look at Colin, and I couldn’t help but laugh at him. His face was red, and he was clutching his stomach.

“Oh, damn that was funny. Anthony, your face was so serious, man. You were concentrating so hard, and I was worried you might not make contact with the ball. Then you just annihilated it.” Colin stood upright with his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Fuck, that was great.”

Colin and I burst out laughing even harder when Matt’s perfect swing landed his ball about twenty feet from the hole. He turned and looked at me.

“Finesse, Anthony.”

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever have any finesse. Not like that,” I said.

Colin was still laughing as he stepped up to the tee.

“So, I guess you and I won’t be beating Matt anytime soon.”

He swung, and it veered off to the side. Nearly everything was hilarious to us on the course, and when we got back to the clubhouse and sat down for some drinks, I noticed something that I’ve never felt before; stomach pain from laughing. I had never laughed so hard at once that my stomach hurt.

“Are you going to Irons tonight, Anthony? Matt and I plan on going.”

“Yeah, I just need to take a shower and change. Maybe eat something.”

The three of us headed to the locker room to shower and change. It sounded like Matt and Colin were just going to get ready at the clubhouse and then go eat before they went to Irons. Thankfully none of the old guys were still in there. I found a spot off to the side in the showers and began washing my hair. I wasn’t ashamed of my body…just my scar.

I thought I was in the clear, but while I was pulling on my underwear, Matt asked me about it.

“Does that hurt often?”

I thought it was odd that he hadn’t asked me how I got it. Usually, that’s what I’m asked and rarely asked if it hurts.

“Sometimes.”

“I saw you grabbing at your side a few times after you’d swing.”

“Oh…yeah. Sometimes it hurts.”

“Deep tissue ache?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

I worked quickly to finish getting ready, and Colin came out of the shower area to his locker.

“If you ever want, I can prescribe an anti-inflammatory for you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Ibuprofen usually knocks out any pain I have. Thanks though, Matt.”

He nodded and turned back around to finish getting ready. I told them that I’d catch them this evening at Irons. I headed home, trying not to feel down about Matt asking me about the pain in my side. I just needed to come to terms with the reality of it. It’s a very noticeable scar, and people are bound to ask about it when they see it. I need to let it go.

* * *

Colin and I stood in front of Chloe and were negotiating a co-topping scene with her. I had seen some co-topping scenes before, but honestly never thought I’d be comfortable enough to do one of these. But I’m completely at ease around Colin. He mentioned the other day that he was interested in trying one, so we decided to try one together.

“Chloe, what is your safe word, sweetheart? Colin asked her.

“Heat, Master Colin.”

“Heat,” Colin repeated and looked at me to make sure I understood.

“Any injuries or places we need to avoid?” I asked her.

“No, Master Anthony.”

Colin and I were both in jeans and shirtless. I smiled when I noticed that his top button on his jeans was undone. Easy, freeing access. He and I had discussed the scene a bit; the girl would be restrained to furniture similar to a St. Andrew’s Cross, Colin would paddle her while I tease and toy with her tits, then he’d fuck her ass, and I’d fuck her pussy. Logistically, we had everything figured out. But we’ll see how it goes when it’s time.

Chloe’s wrists and ankles were bound to padded blocks that were attached to a metal frame. The idea of it was similar to the cross, but it had a removable midsection. So, the girl could lean into a padded “gate” and then if the guy was to stand in front of her and fuck her, the padded gate comes off.

Everything was going perfectly so far. I was licking and nibbling on Chloe’s tits and gently fingering her pussy as Colin was paddling her. I had put a moderately tight clamp on her clit, and with each blow from the paddle, I could see it shake back and forth. I imagine this felt incredible, yet. agonizing for her. Chloe was blindfolded, and she seemed to be trance-moaning after a while, and I wanted to check on her. While rolling a nipple between my teeth, I held my free hand up so Colin would halt striking her with the paddle.

“Chloe, what color?” I asked but didn’t get an immediate answer. “Chloe,” I repeated her name again.

“Chloe, answer Master Anthony,” Colin said as he began to smooth her skin with his hand.

“Green, Sirs.”

Oh yeah, this girl was flying. I looked over her shoulder at Colin, and we shared a smile. Together, we had put this lucky lady in sub-space. Onward. I motioned for Colin to continue and I applied a clothespin to each of her nipples.

Chloe’s trance-moaning was a calm rhythm to listen to, but now it was time for Colin and me to make some noise. Not only was co-topping a new experience for me, but double penetration was about to be another first on my list.

All of Chloe’s weight was on the cross and Colin would be supporting his own weight. Earlier, Colin and I had positioned the cross so that it was under a horizontal metal bar that came down from the ceiling. That bar was the perfect height for me to reach up and hold onto.

I fingered her pussy and removed the padded bar at her midsection while Colin stepped out of his jeans, wrapped up his cock in a condom and lubed Chloe’s ass. When Colin was ready, I reached around Chloe and pulled her ass cheeks apart so Colin could enter her first. I could tell when Colin was in because Chloe started panting and the trance-like moans were getting louder.

“There you go, sweetheart,” Colin said. “There’s a nice cock for your ass. Master Anthony has a thick one for your pussy.”

I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them as I rolled the condom on and moved forward, taking on her body’s weight as she leaned into me. Colin slowed down his thrusting so I could get inside Chloe. The girl was fucking soaked and panting at my chest when I pushed into her tight pussy.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I said to Chloe.

“It’s because she’s got my cock up her ass,” Colin said playfully.

It was so hard for me to not burst out laughing, but I held my tongue and was all the way in. Wow, this was something else. I felt like this girl’s pussy was never going to let go of my cock. I reached up and took hold of the bar, which would help support my weight and allow me to thrust into her.

Colin and I sorted everything out without a word and quickly we were fucking this girl in a perfect rhythm. Chloe was totally floating in sub space and was drooling out of the side of her mouth onto my chest and abdomen.

“Anth,” Colin said, and I looked up at him. “Almost there?”

I nodded and looked back down at the clothespins on Chloe’s nipples. Colin reached around and took hold of the clothespins, and I reached down for the clit clamp. Colin stilled his body and suddenly filled the room with the sounds of the release of his orgasm. He pulled the clothespins off, and I removed the clit clamp as her pussy was gripping my cock for all it was worth. Faintly over my own loud release, I think I could hear Chloe’s tiny voice yelling out in ecstasy.

I have never, ever had an orgasm like that. Maybe it was because the girl was so tight. It was amazing. I was pretty sure that my preferred way to come now was when there was another cock in the girl to make her tighter.

“Fuck,” I sighed as the three of us came down.

Over Colin’s shoulders, I could see a lot of spectators but needed to focus on what was going on right in front of me.

Chloe’s head was smashed into my chest, and my stomach was wet from her drool. Her blindfold was askew, and she needed down.

“Be still, I’m going to pull out, Chloe,” Colin announced.

I let go of the bar above Chloe’s head and held her hips still as Colin pulled out. As soon as he was out, he took his condom to the trash and pulled his jeans on. While Chloe leaned against me, my cock slipped from her as I released her wrists from the restraints. Colin had her ankles released, and all of Chloe’s weight fell against me.

“I have you, Chloe,” I said and pulled her blindfold off.

I lifted her and put her in Colin’s arms so I could pull on my jeans. We took her to the care station area and sat with her for a while. I never had a girl go that “trance-like” on me before.

Colin was really good with this girl. He held her close and stroked her hair. He rubbed her arms and legs while he talked with her. Colin was phenomenal at after care. I could learn a lot from him.

After we finished the after care, Colin and I went upstairs to the bar where Matt, Blake and a handful of other people were waiting for us. Matt slapped his hands down on Colin’s shoulders and playfully punched my upper arm.

“Damn, you guys. That was an awesome scene!” Matt said and handed Colin and I bottled water.

I was standing there chugging the water when I overheard some Domme’s commenting about how hot I looked holding the bar above Chloe’s head. Colin and I were looking at each other with smirks on our face as we both listened to the women.

“He’s so sexy,” one said to the other.

“He’s a little devil, that one. Damn, Anthony’s hot.”

My face fell when one said, “His body would be perfect minus that terrible scar on his side.”

I looked down at my bottle of water and then at my watch, trying to look busy and occupied.

“How did you get it?” Colin asked me quietly.

I shook my head. Blake was right there too and heard.

“I was doing something stupid at the time.”

I took a long sip from the bottle, emptying it and walked between Matt, Blake, and Colin to the bar.

“Warren…Coke, please. Lots of ice.”

I tapped my thumb on the bar, hoping Warren would hurry it up. Colin appeared next to me.

“Make that two, Warren.”

With my glass in my hand, I turned and headed outside. Colin was right behind me, but I stopped and looked at him.

“Sorry, I was just going to sit outside and drink this Coke. Nothing exciting. My balls are empty so there won’t be any hot, sexy scenes,” I told Colin.

He peered over his glass at me and shrugged.

“That’s perfect because my balls are empty too and I’m fucking exhausted. I’m not looking for entertainment or conversation. I just want to sit quietly and drink this Coke.”

It was really strange, but it was actually nice to just sit outside and drink my Coke with Colin. I thought it would be odd with Colin just sitting there, but it wasn’t. He was easy to be around, just like Blake. And after all, he and I just shared a woman in a pretty fucking hot scene.

I had hoped that he wasn’t going to ask me about my scar again. Every damn time I see it or get asked about it, I transport back to that night. And I absolutely hate going back there. Colin didn’t ask though. He did eventually start up a small conversation, but it was a good one that I was very comfortable with.

“So, when’s our next co-topping scene?” he asked as I was finishing my Coke.

“You liked it, huh?”

“Hell yeah. You and I rocked that girl.” Colin said, and I nodded. “Seriously, I’d like to continue, if and whenever you’re up to it. I had a great time, and I think you and I have good communication regarding scenes.”

I was kind of surprised, but I agreed with him. I needed to think about this some and not rush into anything else until I have a few days to think. By Monday I’ll have things sorted out and can talk to Blake if I need to.

“Do you and Matt co-top?” I asked.

“No. We don’t. Matt and I have been friends since before we were born and while I consider him my brother, he and I wouldn’t be good co-top partners. Matt is very methodical. He loves being the only one in control.”

I nodded and shook the ice in my glass. Colin raised his eyebrows at me and held his glass up to show me he was out too.

“Refills or are you done?” he asked.

“I should get going,” I said and stood.

Colin and I went inside, and he mentioned that he was going to Blake’s tomorrow for the football games. I was glad because I thought it might give me more of a chance to get to know him.

Once we were inside, I was looking around for Blake to say goodbye to him and eventually found him standing near the stairs to the dungeon with Paul. Blake was standing calmly with his arms folded across his chest and Paul looked worked up about something. Colin noticed and said something.

“That guy seems agitated,” Colin commented.

“Anything gets that guy in a fit. Probably noticed a change in the club provided lube or condoms,” I said under my breath as I continued to watch Blake calmly take the verbal assault from Paul.

Moments later Paul looked my way and gestured with his hand at me before he turned his back to me.

“Got an admirer in him, huh?” Colin asked.

Colin’s a bright guy, and I had a feeling he probably had Paul sized up.

“Yeah, something like that. Stay away from him, Colin. He’s wrapped really tight.”

“I can see that. You and him ever get into it?”

“He’s all bark...but has the potential to bite. His hobby is to mouth off.”

I said goodnight to Colin and Matt, and Blake caught me on the way out and walked with me to my truck.

“How did you like your scene with Chloe and Colin?”

“I fucking loved it. I don’t know how to explain it though.”

“You don’t have to explain it. Reflect on it, and we’ll chat Monday about it.” I nodded and unlocked my truck. “Anthony, that was an amazing scene to watch you in.”

“Thanks, Blake. I had fun with it.”

By the time I got home, I was pretty certain that these were the kind of scenes I was interested in, preferably. I quickly took a shower and some ibuprofen for my side that flared up during the scene. I think it happened when I held onto the bar overhead as I fucked Chloe. Think I just tweaked it or something.

I flopped on my bed, face down, but with a pillow under my right side. Sometimes the pillow or my football help ease the aches when they pop up.

I was hungry and crept down the hall to the kitchen but stopped in my tracks when I heard Bruce’s voice. I tried to avoid being anywhere near him when possible. My mom and Bruce were sitting at the table talking, and there were a bunch of papers spread out on the table.

“I know he’s in the way a lot, but I’m not sure that I can give him up,” my mom said.

Bruce was angry and slammed his hands on the table.

“If you were so unsure, then why did you even bother getting the paperwork, bitch?”

“I don’t know, I hadn’t thought of the loss of money each month from his father,” she yelled back at Bruce.

He grabbed her by the hair and slapped her across the face, making her cry.

“Hey!” I yelled and ran towards the kitchen. “Don’t hit her in the face! It hurts!”

Bruce let go of my mom and shoved her away from him and stalked towards me. He grabbed a fistful of my shirt and shook me hard before slapping the side of my head.

“Is this better, you little fuck? Is it better that you take it instead of your bitch mother?”

I tried to shield my face, but Bruce was stronger. He punched me in the stomach, sending me to the ground. As he pulled his belt off, I held my hand up, begging him not to hurt me.

“Scared, now? Not so brave, are you? Fucking little baby.”

“I’m not a baby! I’m four!”

“You still pee your pants. You’re a baby!”

Bruce dragged me to the living room, pulled my pajama pants off, put me over his knee and began spanking me with the belt.

“Mom!” I cried out as she stood in the kitchen.

“The bitch doesn’t care about you!”

“Mom! Help me! Make him stop!” I cried.

She was ignoring me. Why wouldn’t she help me?

“See, she hates you too. Just like I do. She hates you so much that she was filling out papers to give you away.”

What?

I started pounding my fists on Bruce’s leg and tried moving off his lap, but his grip was so firm. I screamed for my mom, and Bruce slapped my mouth and gripped it in his hands.

“But if she gives you away, then she won’t collect the money your dad sends her for you. So, we’re fucking stuck with you!”

Bruce shoved me off his lap and walked out of the room. I quickly got to my feet, pulled my pants up and ran to the kitchen, crying. I looked at the papers, and though I couldn’t read most of the words, I saw my name.

“Mom! Why are you giving me away?”

I didn’t understand what was going on and what was going to happen. Where would I end up? Her hand slapped me in the back of my head, and she snatched up the papers.

“I’m not giving you away! Your father pays me too much each month! If I got rid of you, then Bruce would have to find a full-time job. But, you really need to be a good boy, Anthony.”

“I will. I promise.”

“No more complaining about shit or saying you want or need something.”

I nodded and put my hand over my tummy. I wouldn’t tell her that I was hungry. I would show her that I could be good. I don’t need anything.