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“Oh, it will,” Tyler purred. “I want my pet Lytton fully trained, not wild and wilful. I’ll break you, Alexander, you’ll see.

One day, you’ll come and kneel at my feet – no coercion, no threats – just a compliant indie, begging his houder to fuck him.

” He ruffled Alex’s voluminous hair with his hand.

“You look adorable tonight, by the way.” He laughed.

“Ridiculous, but adorable. Who knew that salmon pink was such a good colour on you? Martin is going to love peeling you out of those clothes later. You should find his needs easy to accommodate; you might even enjoy his particular sexual fantasy.”

Alex felt his throat go dry; if Tyler thought he’d enjoy bedding Martin Bagshaw, then he almost certainly wouldn’t. Although Martin seemed nicer than the coldly predatory Clive, who Solange was doing her best to fend off yet also keep on the boil, at least until after they’d eaten.

He followed Tyler into the dining room, wishing the evening was over and the deed done, not hanging over him.

The meal felt like ashes in his mouth; he barely tasted it.

His throat was so dry he had to keep taking sips of water to ensure the food went down, and there were times he felt like heaving it up again.

Solange and Tyler kept up a light, flirtatious stream of conversation, while Martin solicitously piled his plate with food and fondled his thigh under the table.

As the meal drew to a close, his stomach began to churn again, in anticipation of what was to come.

He tried to rationalise it; he’d slept with plenty of people he didn’t know in clubs, had seduced strangers for the hell of it, and whored himself out for drugs.

How was this any different? He traced his fingers anxiously over the pocket containing the pills Lorenzo had given him, feeling the pressure.

He wasn’t sure whether to take them or not.

He’d never needed them before, but he wasn’t sure he could perform under these circumstances.

If it were just his own hide at stake, he’d resist and let Tyler beat him to a pulp, but he couldn’t watch Solange being whipped again.

Tyler offered his guests illegal cigars with their liqueurs, winking conspiratorially as they lit up. They, like the indies, were all part of making these men feel special, part of Tyler’s trusted little club.

The evening dragged on, a curious mixture of tedium and anxiety.

Alex both longed for and dreaded the meal being over.

Finally, Tyler stood up. “Well, it’s been a lovely evening, but I must leave you,” he said regretfully.

“There’s no need for you to leave just yet, though, gentlemen.

I’m sure Solange and Alex would love to spend more time with you. ”

It was all so smoothly done: no mention of money, of favours being repaid, or sex – just fine wine, good food, flirtatious conversation…

and an expectation of more to come. Clive and Martin clearly both knew what they were being given this evening, and just as clearly were keen to take advantage of it.

Clive didn’t wait long before making his move. Solange led him off to her room with a fit of false giggling that set Alex’s teeth on edge.

“So, my dear boy – would you like to take me somewhere more comfortable, too?” Martin asked, brushing his arm suggestively. “You and I have really hit it off this evening, and I’d love to get to know you even better.”

It was on the tip of Alex’s tongue to give a sarcastic retort, but he swallowed it down. “Of course,” he mumbled instead. “Um – this way.”

Martin placed a hand on his arse and gave it a good grope as he followed him to the bedroom. “I knew you felt the same way,” he said, closing the door behind them. “I could tell we had a special connection.”

“Yeah. Right. A special connection,” Alex repeated numbly. The bedroom smartwalls were glowing a seductive red, which he supposed he should have expected. There were no images displayed on them, but they radiated a sultry glow.

“Come here and sit on my lap, there’s a good boy.” Martin perched on the side of the bed and grabbed his arm, drawing him in close.

Alex did as instructed, feeling ridiculous.

“You’re so pretty,” Martin said, stroking his chest through his shirt, his fingers lingering over his nipples, tweaking them gently through the shiny fabric. “I followed your story on the news, and it broke my heart. I kept thinking – all that poor boy needs is someone to love him.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled incoherently, wishing they could get on with the fucking and avoid the schmaltzy talking.

Martin, however, clearly needed to set the parameters of his fantasy, and Alex had an inkling of where this was headed.

He wondered if he should take the pills now, and how long they took to work.

“Your father neglected you – you stole from him as a cry for help. If you were my boy, I wouldn’t neglect you.

I’d make sure you were well looked after, in every way.

” Martin’s hands went lower, sweeping over his belly and coming to rest on the bulge of his cock, still evident through the ultra-tight jeans.

“Just a poor, misunderstood boy in need of a kind daddy.”

“Yes,” Alex said, feeling faintly nauseated.

“Yes, Daddy,” Martin corrected, stroking his cock.

He glanced at the smartwall over Martin’s shoulder and rolled his eyes at it. “Yes, Daddy,” he ground out.

“That’s good. Now, do you know what Daddy has for you?” Martin asked, nuzzling his neck.

He could guess, but he shook his head.

“It’s a lovely present, just for you. A big lollipop for you to suck and enjoy.”

“Sounds great,” he muttered. “Daddy,” he added when Martin pouted at him.

Martin smiled and bestowed a wet, sloppy kiss on his mouth. He stank of alcohol and tobacco, but Alex had tasted worse.

“Good boy. Why don’t you take a look at Daddy’s big lollipop?” he suggested.

Alex took his cue and slid off Martin’s lap to kneel between his legs.

“Does Daddy keep his lollipop in here?” he asked, trying not to laugh but feeling really stupid at the same time.

Undoing Martin’s trousers, he reached into his briefs and released his cock.

It wasn’t as big as promised, but he dutifully swiped his tongue over it, closing his eyes and trying to imagine he was in a club sucking off some handsome stud he’d picked up, not kneeling in front of a fat, middle-aged businessman because his houder had ordered it.

He had drunk enough to take the edge off, and he’d always been good at giving head.

He was good at sex, period – Tyler hadn’t been wrong about that.

“That’s lovely – Daddy’s little boy is taking good care of Daddy,” Martin sighed, stroking his hair.

Alex hoped he could suck Martin off as quickly as possible, and then it would be over and he could go to bed.

The man’s crooning became more agitated as Alex sucked, and then he pulled back just before he came, purposefully shooting his load over Alex’s face and shirt. “Oh dear. Look, Daddy’s got you all messed up,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Shall we get you out of these wet things?”

He undressed Alex slowly, taking his time, kissing him every so often.

He seemed ridiculously excited by every new inch of flesh he uncovered, caressing Alex’s nipples, chest, and belly before peeling him out of his jeans.

Alex wasn’t wearing any underwear, and Martin beamed as he caught sight of his flaccid penis.

“This is so pretty.” He fondled it, and Alex closed his eyes and tried to get hard, but his cock failed to respond.

Martin didn’t seem to mind. “Let’s see that beautiful bottom as well!

” he exclaimed, turning Alex around. “Oh!” He sighed in pleasure.

“Perfect! Such a white, perfect bottom. So smooth and silky.” He stroked Alex’s buttocks for several long minutes, then pressed himself up against them, his penis rubbing at the cleft between Alex’s cheeks.

“Daddy can’t wait to be inside this precious bottom,” he whispered in Alex’s ear.

“Are you looking forward to Daddy being inside your luscious bottom, my darling?”

“Uh, yeah. Great,” Alex murmured by way of reply, wearily resigned to the fact that the blowjob wasn’t going to be the only service he offered this evening. Martin clearly wanted to make good use of his time with Tyler’s celebrity IS, and was working himself up to another erection.

“But first, I think we need to get you completely clean.” Leading Alex into the bathroom, Martin pushed him under the shower, before taking off his own clothes and joining him there.

He seemed to enjoy cleaning Alex all over, rubbing soap into him and examining every inch of him.

“We must clean your dirty place, too,” he murmured.

“Lean forward, so Daddy can take care of it.”

Alex rested his hands on the shower wall as Martin got down on his hands and knees behind him and began soaping his hole very slowly and lovingly.

“It has to be nice and clean for Daddy, so he can enjoy being in there,” Martin warbled.

Alex placed his head on his hands and tried not to think about what was going to happen next.

Maybe he should count himself lucky; Martin wasn’t cruel or unkind – he had a suspicion that Clive was a much nastier sexual partner.

Apart from his sickly way of talking and his weird daddy fetish, Martin was treating him well.

“That’s it, my little prince. Do you like me calling you that, hmm? My beautiful little prince. Talk to me. Let me hear how much you love your big, strong daddy.”

Alex cleared his throat. “Uh, that feels great, Daddy,” he managed.

“That’s good – you’re lovely and clean and open now. Do you want to feel Daddy inside you?”

“Yes please, Daddy.”