1. Chapter One

Chapter One

Jobe

I made my last round through the common room at Cordes before calling it a night, pretending my body didn’t hurt as badly as it did, and my balls didn’t ache from coming as much as I had. Master Simon was angry tonight and chose me to take it out on. Guess he knew I could handle it.

But still…

The one man whom I wanted to add to my collection of bed partners but continually ignored me was here. Watching as I flittered through the room and likely when I was tied to the St. Andrew’s cross as well. My naked body in all its beautiful glory was on display as they watched the Dom lord over me. I swear, I could feel his eyes on me, but he made no move. Never did. Two times around then I’d leave was my rule of thumb for any gathering. Make your presence known and make them want you.

Only he didn’t.

No matter how hard I tried.

What was Stanley Grainger’s problem anyway?

There he sat in a corner booth facing the bar, one of his beloved littles playing at his feet. He had a couple of different boys he played with, occasionally leaving with one or two but none were his, per se. Not that they didn’t want to be, but Stanley was a self-personified bachelor.

I flittered past and winked. “Still time to take me up on my offer but the train leaves in five.”

Stanley’s facial expression never changed as he replied. “Enjoy your evening, Jobe.”

As far as brush offs went, his were the politest though they still hurt. But I refused to let him see that. I was Jobe Worthy for fuck’s sake and I was worth every dime any Daddy ever spent on me.

Worthy by name.

Worthy by trade.

Worthy between the sheets.

“Your loss.” With a wink and a flourish, I was out the door and into the awaiting Uber.

I fired off a text to my neighbor and fuck buddy, Beck, to see if he was free.

“Jesus, Jobe.” Beck met me at the front door to my condo. As soon as we stepped inside I peeled my clothes off and he spotted the gashes from the flogger. “This has to be against the rules, or whatever it is you call them.”

“Drawing blood is. Are they bleeding?”

“Fuck yeah they are. Your shirt is ruined. Go lie face down on the bed and I’ll grab the salve.” This was a familiar song and dance between Beck and me. He’d soothe my wounds then soothe my soul while he fucked me into the mattress. Too bad we weren’t compatible outside of the bedroom. We’d have made one hell of a power couple.

“I actually gasped out my safeword and nearly passed out. Master Simon had the vibrator as far up my ass as it would go, pegging my prostate until I was drained and yelled, Red!”

“Dude, that’s super fucked up. Can’t you report him or something?”

“I could but then I’d look like a whiney baby.” Hopefully one of the Daddies watching would do it for me.

Who know, maybe Stanley would…

Was he my knight in shining armor?

Likely not. That guy hated me and why, I had no clue. Besides, I wasn’t a little.

It took a lot for me to safeword. To this day I’d only ever used it one other time and that was the result of the permanent scars that covered by back and ass, not that tonight wouldn’t add to that collection. I lost a lot of gigs because of them which pissed me off. I sued the fucker that did it, just as I’d sued my parents for mismanaging my money. Never heard from them again. My parents, that was. The so-called Dom who’d ruined my money-making body I could care less about. He got what he deserved.

I’d been modeling since I was seven. My parents dragged me to an audition in my hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada and I was snatched right up and straight into a contract. Being a minor, my parents made all the decisions for my career and with my money.

Huge mistake. Who knew parents could be evil enough to abuse that power?

The first time I gained access to my accounts and saw their lavish expenses, the agency I modeled for assisted me with finding a lawyer and suing them for the rights back to what was rightfully mine. Haven’t heard from them since.

Now the at the age of twenty-seven, I should be in the prime of my life but for a model, especially one who’d made a name for themselves first in back-to-school ads then in lingerie, it was a career ending age. Plus, the scars no longer afforded me the ability to model fetish wear, gave off a bad vibe they claimed, which I understood. The BDSM lifestyle already got a shitty wrap as it was. Having a damaged model would only bring the haters out full force.

They wanted fresh and young. Sometimes, scary young. I was no kink shamer, that’s for sure, but morals were morals. Said he who enjoyed physical pain to tamp the internal pain.

What once could be covered by concealer—shadows under your eyes after a night of partying—could no longer be. There wasn’t enough makeup in the world to hide the years of torture my body had been through.

Was I too old to do porn?

Not that I hadn’t already starred in a few of those. A couple knowingly but some I was unaware of until others brazenly pointed my naked ass out to me and usually at the most inopportune of times. For me, of course, but in doing so they garnered the attention of the crowd that surrounded us and I was labeled the outcast.

Yes, my career was well and truly tainted and no, outside of Beck I had no other friends. Trust issues, now that I had tenfold.

“Fuck, Jobe. This ass of yours is addicting.”

“You know where the supplies are.” Beck would be the one to shut these errant thoughts down. That big ass cock of his knew it’s way around my hole and right now, that was the medicine my brain called for. To forget and pass the fuck out. Alcohol did the trick too but tonight I wanted to feel the burn. Pain slut I’d been called more than once but if it worked, then so be it. It was hella cheaper than therapy.

As I lay there, Beck went through the familiar ritual. Draw the condoms and lube from the side table. Tear the wrapper, open and roll it down his shaft. Lube up and double check I was ready. I’d been stretched to hell and back already tonight so it wouldn’t take much.

“Ass up, Jobe. I know just want you need to unwind.”

That he did.

One good thing came from tonight, well two for one really. Master Simon had me well prepped and Beck slid right in. No unnecessary foreplay. No unnecessary emotions.

“Thank you,” I whispered as he pounded me hard and fast. After this, I’d surely pass out and get a couple hours of the sleep my body craved.

Beck would make a great husband for the right man someday. Just not for me.

Not twenty-four hours later I was at a local gay bar dancing and drinking the night away like last night didn’t happen. That was me for you, always on the hunt for the next party and the next cock to ride. I’d lost count of how many drinks I’d consumed but hell, I wasn’t driving so it didn’t matter.

I let the music take me away. Men came and went, griding all over me but I didn’t care. Tonight wasn’t about getting off, which surprised even me. Tonight was about letting go and being free from the demons that haunted me.

If only for a little while…

Only shortly thereafter, things took a turn. And not a good one. Fuck me and my dumbass decisions.

The guy I was dancing with got aggressive and grabby. When I tried to push him away my hands slid off his chest and dropped to my sides. Having been drugged before I knew I only had moments to get to the restroom before I lost all use of my limbs and tossed everything inside my stomach all over the place.

Of course he followed me in there. My words were slurred, and I no longer had any control over my body to fight him off as he unfastened the jeans I had on.

“I’m gonna wreck your hole. This ass is mine tonight.” His hands slid down my pants and he gripped my cock. Fighting was futile and impossible. I knew better than to accept drinks from strangers but as usual, my stupidity would result in another bad mistake to add to my endless list.

“Get your hands off him!”

That voice was so familiar, but my vision was blurred and even squinting didn’t help. Whoever this was wasn’t alone, but they were both super fuzzy. I tried to focus but that was the last thing I remembered before I dropped to the ground and threw up, then passed out.