CHAPTER THREE

Kain was proud of his cock. He'd been told it was exquisite, delightfully long with a slight arch and a perfectly shaped head. Then there was the piercing. He'd never had any complaints; in fact, his bottoms tended to scream when he fucked them.

"Oh damn, that's so sexy."

Jim tugged at the jeans and Kain lifted his hips, letting Jim pull his pants down.

Kain kicked his shoes off and got comfortable. He grasped the base of his dick, stroking himself slowly. "Come on, sexy. Come get some of this fat dick."

Then Kain flinched. He could've sworn he heard a soft laugh.

"Is that a diamond in the, ah, what's that called?"

"Huh?"

Kain glanced around the bedroom looking for… hell, he didn't know what. "Oh, it's called a curved barbell, and of course it's a diamond. Now get busy, sexy."

Jim's tongue teased the tip of Kain's cock, then wandered down and lapped at his sac. Jim slowly engulfed one perfectly shaped ball at a time, rolling each in his mouth as Kain relaxed, letting his head fall back against the headboard. Pleasure spread through his body, a nice little warm tingle. Jim worshiped Kain's cock, lost in his pleasure.

Finally, he straightened up again and tapped Jim's hip. "Take these off."

In a swift move, Jim pulled his jeans and boxers off his hips.

Kain eased them the rest of the way down his legs. He helped remove Jim's shoes and socks. "Oh yeah, show me what you got."

He watched Jim move back to his length and envelop him as far as he could. His shaft twitched in Jim's mouth. Jim came up, his tongue mapping the path of the prominent vein that ran the length of his shaft.

"Shit, that feels good."

Kain buried his hands in Jim's hair, slowly face-fucking him.

He grunted as Jim eased back up, hollowing his cheeks to give Kain more suction. Jim sealed his lips around the head of Kain's cock, rubbed his tongue over the tiny opening.

"Fuck, you're a good cocksucker."

Jim bobbed up and down several times until Kain tugged on Jim's hair.

"Stop."

Kain grabbed the base of his shaft. "Get on your hands and knees. Just so you know, I plan to make you come at least twice tonight."

Jim's eyes were glazed with lust.

Kain reached into the bedside table for the lube and condoms as Jim moved to his hands and knees, his ass up in the air. He moved behind him and lubed his finger, teasing Jim's hole slowly, easing his finger inside heat and tightness.

Damn, he wasn't smooth, but the tightness made up for all the hair. He twisted one finger in slowly, working it in and out, enjoying the way Jim trembled. Once the tightness eased on his finger, he worked another one in and opened Jim with those two fingers, stopping to add more lube as needed.

Kain noticed Jim's dick had gone soft but was perking back up. Time for more. Three fingers entered Jim, and curled around, brushing his channel walls. Kain hunted until he found that bundle of nerves that made pleasure erupt.

"Oh damn!"

Jim's shaft filled as he yelped.

"There we go, that's what I was looking for."

Kain set about rubbing Jim's hot spot until Jim was thrusting back madly. Jim was fully hard in no time as Kain kept working him. "You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, please, yes."

He loved it when they begged. Kain removed his fingers, quickly slipped a condom on, and nudged his shaft at Jim's hole, sliding all the way in one smooth move. The tightness of Jim's channel had Kain fighting not to come too soon.

He pulled out halfway, and slid in again, harder this time. For a couple of minutes he used short strokes, making Jim's cock weep precum on the bed. Then he changed his angle.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, yes."

Jim's pleasure-filled cries egged Kain on. "I can feel that thing on your dick."

He switched to long, deep strokes that made Jim's body lurch forward. Tightening his hands on Jim's hips, he pounded away. A deep tingling in Kain's groin spread out. He was close.

"I'm gonna come."

Jim grunted as Kain thrust deep inside. "Please, please, make me come!"

A cold smile crossed Kain's face as he slammed into Jim from behind. He always made his bottoms come. And he always took them from the back. This was about scratching an itch, nothing more.

He didn't have time for silly, sappy feelings. He wanted to get off, plain and simple. With a small little screech, Jim came.

Kain shoved his dick in hard, and stilled, enjoying the spasms of Jim's channel. With a grunt he came, filling the condom just as chill bumps broke out. It felt like someone slid the sheet across his feet.

With a slap to Jim's ass, Kain withdrew and dumped the condom. Jim fell down, belly first, on the bed, Kain dropping down next to him. Neither man spoke; Jim's heavy breathing was the only sound in Kain's bedroom.

"That was…"

Jim swallowed, wetting his dry throat.

"Yeah."

Kain, already bored, flipped on the TV.

Apparently, he had rocked Jim's world. Too bad his was still floating steadily along. He'd come, but the orgasm was like a small pop, a tiny little explosion. Whereas the men who bottomed for him seemed ready break out in song.

"The master bathroom is over there if you want it."

Kain plumped a few pillows and rolled over. He'd planned to make Jim come twice, but now the act was done, he'd lost interest. All he really wanted was Jim to beat it. "Listen, I'm more tired than I thought. I think it's best to call it a night."

"Oh."

Jim lay there for a moment, then sat up. "Um, okay."

Kain didn't say a word as Jim used the bathroom and dressed. He'd heard the disappointment in Jim's voice, and hoped he wouldn't cause a scene.

Jim stood at the bedroom door. "I had a good time, and I was kinda hoping I could stay the night, but if you're too tired—"

"I am."

Kain didn't bother to take his eyes off the TV.

"I see."

Jim clenched his fist. "Okay, fine. Are you taking me back to the club?"

"No. I don't feel like getting dressed and going back out."

Kain reached for his cell. "I'll call a cab for you though, and I'll even pay for it."

"Well, hell, thanks. That's really nice of you."

Kain caught the sarcasm but ignored it as he made the call. "It'll be here shortly. Probably be best to wait in the lobby."

Jim stuffed his wallet in his pocket. "Know what? Yeah, you pay for it since you're suddenly too tired. I should've listened to my friends. They said you were a bastard, and boy, were they right. You're a cold-hearted son of a bitch."

"Whatever. You got off, so what's the deal?"

Kain muted the TV and rolled over to face Jim.

Jim's eyes watered. "I just thought—"

"Oh, fuck this. Look, Jim, I picked you up. Did you really think I was looking for anything more than a fast screw? If I wanted a relationship, I damn sure wouldn't be shopping around in a bar."

Kain stood and picked his jeans off the floor. Taking some money out, he threw several bills to Jim for cab fare.

"I hope, I really hope one day you find someone, and they do you the same damn way. Don't ever come near me again, either."

Jim turned and made his way from the bedroom.

"I've had you already, so why would I want seconds?"

Kain hiked an eyebrow as the front door slammed violently. "Bet he didn't bother to lock it, either. Damn."

Muttering, he dropped his pants back on the bedroom floor and went to lock the door. Halfway there he shivered, and chill bumps broke out over his arms. The sensation of being watched crawled up his back.

His eyes darted around, checking out the shadows in the living area. He'd never noticed how dark it was in there. A sound from the kitchen made him jump, but after listening he figured out it was nothing more than the cooling fan kicking on for his high-end refrigerator.

Swinging by an end table, he turned on a lamp. The shadows retreated, but the feeling of being watched didn't leave. On the way to the door, he switched on more lights. Now that his apartment was lit up, the warm, soft glow of light made him feel better.

He locked the door and walked to the windows that took up one wall of his apartment. He had one of the upper apartments; maybe someone was spying on him. He certainly used his telescope often enough for that. He shut the blinds and returned to the bedroom, leaving the lights on in the living area.

* * *

The young man slammed out of the apartment and stormed to the elevators, stabbing at the down button, tears in his eyes. "Bastard,"

Asmodeus heard him mumble. "No good fucking asshole."

Asmodeus followed him out to the cab stand. "None of my business, but are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just did something stupid, that's all."

He glanced back at Kain's apartment building. "Got took by a cold bastard, and I should've known better."

"Ah."

Asmodeus nodded. "Well, if it helps, people like that usually gets theirs."

The young man snorted as the cab pulled up. "Are you kidding? People like that never get what they deserve."

Asmodeus held the cab door for him, his ruby ring glittering. "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that."

"Yeah well, one can hope."

The man sank into the cab. "But thanks, anyway. You want to share the cab?"

"That's very nice of you, but no. Have a good evening."

"You, too."

Asmodeus watched the cab pull off. "Oh, my evening was very informative. I know all I need now. Thanks to you."

* * *

Kain woke late the next afternoon. Since it was Saturday, he had nothing to do until nightfall. He and his friends planned to meet at Night Moves, just like they did every weekend. He hoped the guy with the long, black hair would be back.

"So help me, if he's there tonight, he's not getting away."

The fact the guy was still on his mind was a bit unusual. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had affected him this way. Jim certainly hadn't, and neither had the countless other men he'd brought back.

The sex was good, but empty. He was left feeling dissatisfied, and he had no idea why. His friends didn't seem to be having this problem from what he heard in conversations. He damn sure wasn't going to ask. He'd never hear the end of it.

Speaking of his friends, he was surprised none of them had called. They were supposed to meet at their gym for a game of squash, and he'd missed it. He called Jordan and Allen, then Hugh, and got voicemail.

Giving up, he changed into workout clothes. He'd use the gym located on-site. With any luck Rick, a trainer he'd used before, would be there.

Kain warmed up, glancing around for Rick, then stepped on the treadmill. "Hey Eddie, where's Rick?"

Eddie, an older man in his early fifties, sat close by, doing curls. He stopped working his arms and frowned at Kain. "He resigned. I thought you knew that."

"Really? Well, damn. No, I didn't know, I haven't been here in a few weeks."

Kain adjusted the speed and eased into his two-mile jog. "That's too bad. I was hoping he'd be on duty."

"Yeah?"

Eddie shrugged as he lifted the barbells. "Don't think he'd want to work with you even if he was still here."

"Why would you say that?"

Kain picked the speed up on the treadmill again. "And since when do trainers get to say no to someone here? We pay their salaries. It's included in our fees."

"We pay them to train us. Anything more is up to them."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Eddie glanced up at Kain. "You know that night you nailed him in the showers?"

"Yeah."

Kain remembered the night fondly. Hugh had bet him he couldn't get the guy's ass until they had worked out together a few times. Kain fucked him in the showers after their first session.

"Rumor has it he saw Hugh pay you off. Heard he had a meltdown right there in the showers and quit that night. Have to say we lost a good trainer because of you."

Kain rolled his eyes. "There are other trainers. No great loss, even if he was a good fuck."

Eddie dropped the barbell on the mat. "You really are an ass, you know that? I've heard they call you Ice, and I see why. He was a good trainer and a nice guy. He didn't deserve to be treated that way. I've taken him to bed some, and I can tell you he didn't mind sleeping with us as long as we treated him with respect. We don't own the trainers here, Kain. They aren't our personal harem."

"The guy was a whore and an easy lay."

Kain shook his head. "Respect? For someone like that?"

"You know,"

Eddie stared at Kain. "Fate has a way of paying us back for the things we put out there. And from what I've heard, you're due some bad juju."

"Really? Bad juju? Man, please. You believe in that stuff? Tell you what, why don't you and your asinine beliefs go get fucked."

Eddie stood up. "One day, someone's going to come along and take you—and that little club of yours—down a notch. I sincerely hope I'm around to see it."

Kain snickered. "Old man, that's never going to happen. No one, and let me repeat this for you: no one can touch us. We're the top of the food chain, and the rest of you? Nothing but amusement."

"We'll see."

Eddie walked out of the weight room.

Kain pursed his lips. What the hell was everyone's deal lately? No longer interested in working out, he throttled the speed back and cooled off. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he called Hugh again. Maybe they could share a good laugh over what Eddie had said. Once again he got voicemail, and this time his message wasn't as nice.

"Damn it, Hugh, where the hell are you? Why aren't you answering? Pick up the fucking phone, will you?"

Kain disconnected and called Jordan only to get his voicemail.

"Jordan, answer the phone. What the hell is this? I can't get a hold of Hugh, either."

Kain ran his hand through his hair. "Fine. I'm going to call Allen."

After getting voicemail once again, Kain nearly threw his phone across the gym. They always answered his calls, always. He sent texts to the three, then left the gym. He fully intended to chew them out when they got together tonight.