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Life With Tim



"I can't fucking believe this," Tim said as we sat in David's office Monday morning after Master Jose collared me. "He has two fucking adopted sons in fucking New York? And, they are how old?"


"Thirteen and fifteen," David replied. "Their nanny has decided she needs to return to France to be with her family. The boys have been taken care of in a separate trust. According to legal documents, they are to be sent to live with their brothers Ali and Ahmed if the nanny needs to terminate her service."


"Shit! I almost said I will fucking kill AJ, but it would be redundant," Tim shouted. "We go from a quiet, fun-loving family of grown men to a family which will include 9 boys from ages 1 to 16. How could AJ fucking do this to us."


"The good news is you will have another trust worth about $1 billion to manage," David said with a smile plastered over his face.


"You said you wanted to see us, David?" Master Grant asked as he and Master Jose walked into the room.


"Yes, Grant," David replied. "We have another situation I thought you should be aware of before we make any decisions. It appears AJ has two adopted boys who were living in a New York house with a nanny. They will be transferred to Tim and Steven."


My, my!" Master Grant said. "It's getting cozy here I think."


"Tim is pissed at AJ," David said. "But, we need to prepare for the arrival of two boys. One age 13. The other, age 15. Comments? Suggestions?"


"Do Tim and Steven need to be the ones to adopt the boys?" Master Grant asked.


"No," David replied. "Why?"


"We've never talked much about having kids other than to say we would like to have kids," Master Grant replied. "Do you want us to consider adopting them, David?"


"The thought had crossed my mind," David replied. "The boys are a mix of African-American and Korean."


"Until you decide to adopt them, we can take them as foster children," I suggested. "Tim and I are already certified to foster kids."


"You amaze me," Master Jose said. "You are talking about adopting a kid—or in this case kids—like you are about to buy sox. This is absolutely amazing. Some people would take weeks to decide if they can do it. None of you ever said, `can we do it?' Instead you said, `How is the best way to do it?'"


"It's the way we are wired, Jose," Tim replied. "Once you are around Steven long enough it will also rub off on you! Be prepared!"


"I look forward to it," Master Jose said as he looked at me and smiled.


Chapter 54: Reaction to Revelation


"Thank you for doing this with me," I said to Master Jose as Lenard drove us to the venture capital firm office. "I have put this off way too long."


"I will be with you for this journey, too, Steven," Master Jose replied. "I'd forgotten how fucking good looking you are when you get dressed up! Where did you get the suit? It fits you perfectly."


"Tom Ford," I replied. "He did it for me. Four others, too. I can't buy off the rack suits anymore. And, he's working on a tux for the charity event next month. You are going, aren't you?"


"Aren't you and Tim going?" Master Jose asked.


"Yes," I said. "I want you with us, Master. We could include Master Grant, David, and Garrison if you like."


"Will people talk?" Master Jose asked. "On the other hand, do we really care? Besides, it might garner enough interest to draw several hundred more to the event. Think major donors."


"No, we don't care," I replied. "If you want, I will go to the event naked, Master."


"I don't believe I am ready to collar you and lead you by the leash to talk with all of the blue hairs we will be dealing with," Master Jose said. I want to go as your friend, not your Master."


"I want you to go as my lover," I continued.


"Won't Tim be pissed?" Master Jose asked.


"I can safely say it doesn't matter if he is pissed," I replied. "All the more reason to asked Master Grant, David, and Garrison to join us. It could be our coming out party."


"You are a devious slave boy, Steven," Master Jose said as he leaned over and kissed me. "It is also why I love you so much."


I kissed him back as we arrived at the venture capital office.


"You are going to introduce me as Jose Vargas, aren't you?" Master Jose asked.


"Nope," I replied as we stepped into the building. "You are my Master. Master Jose."


"Suit yourself, boy," Master Jose said. "In this case, I will do anything YOU want me to do."


As we stepped into the lobby, we saw Buckley, the office manager, sitting behind the receptionist's desk.


"Good morning, Buckley," I said as I watched Buckley take in Master Jose. Buckley's eyes were wide. He watched every movement Master Jose made. "Master, this is our office manager, Buckley. Buckley, this is my Master, Jose Vargas."


"Good... good... good morning... Sir. I am... pleased to... meet you, Sir," Buckley stammered as he stood and shook Master Jose's hand.


"I'm pleased to meet you as well, Buckley," Master Jose replied as they continued to shake hands.


"You will be seeing a fair amount of Master Jose around here, Buckley," I replied as Buckley continued to stare at Master Jose. Buckley stood about 5-foot 9-inches tall. He had short light brown hair spiked perfectly for an office manager. He was not only good looking, but he was smart as can be. He kept his body in first rate condition. He wasn't a gym rat, but he was nicely toned


"If there is anything I can do for you—and I do mean anything—please let me know," Buckley said with his hand still clasping Master Jose's.


"Thank you, Buckley," Master Jose replied. "It will be a pleasure to work with you."


As I led Master Jose to my makeshift office in a conference room, I introduced him to most of the other staff.


When we slipped into the conference room, I explained the staff. "Every person who works in the office is gay. Marcus decided early on to have a gay friendly staff because our clients are from the LGBT community. They all knew my proclivities, Master Ajmal's role in my life, and Tim. They are a great bunch of people. I am certain you will see how terrific they are the more you work with them."


Buckley stepping into the office with two cups of coffee. He had cream and sugar on the tray as well. "I didn't know if you wanted your coffee black like Steven or if you put something in it. So, I brought these as backup."


"Thank you, Buckley," Master Jose replied.


"I am sure you have been told this before, Sir, but you are a very, very handsome man," Buckley said before he did an about turn and left the room.


"I believe you have met a friend for life, Master," I said.


"I might need to bend him over a desk and fuck him," Master Jose replied.


"He'd like it, Master," I said. "He would really, really like it if you did. He has a great body under those clothes. He's a sub. He's always horny. Always."


"Thank you, Steven," Master Jose added. "You have given me some new fantasies to think about."


"This afternoon, I am meeting with Dennis Bernstein to discuss the leadership position," I explained. "At some point in the afternoon, I would like you to meet him as well."


"I am here to help you in any way," Master Jose replied.


"How would you like to explore an abandon office?" I asked. "I can't keep putting this off."


Master Jose and I shed our suit jackets and proceeded to the door of Master Marcus's office. I put my hand on the door and paused. I felt a tear on my cheek.


"Are you alright, Steven?" Master Jose asked.


"No," I replied. "Can you hold me for a moment, Master?" I asked.


He pulled me close to him and I melted into his strong arms. He gave me the courage to do what needed to be done. We stayed huddled together for a few minutes.


A few of the staff members looked in our direction. Harold, one of our engineering experts, walked up to me, "Steven, we are with you in spirit. We all know this will be hard for you, but we know you will be strong for Marcus."


"Thank you, Harold," I said while still ensconced in Master Jose's arms.


Master Jose released me in a gesture which said, `You are ready, boy.'


I turned, put my hand on the nob and turned the handle to open the door. I took Master Jose's hand and we walked to Marcus's desk. I was drawn to the two photos on Marcus's desk. One was he and Master Ajmal sitting on the beach in Provincetown. The other was Tim, Master Ajmal, Master Marcus, and me standing naked by the pool. I picked up the photo of the four of us and held it to my chest.


I held up the photo and showed it to Master Jose. "I remember the first day we were in this office together. Master Marcus and I were alone. His first act as leader of the firm was to bend me over the desk and fuck me. I will never forget the sense of power which enveloped Master Marcus. He never let the power he had go to his head. He made perfect decisions. He treated the employees as family. I hope we continue his great leadership with another person at the helm."


"Sirs," Buckley said as he stepped through the open door. He carried a box. "I thought you might need this. Also, the lower right desk drawer contains some of Marcus's person items. He kept it locked. I have the only other key."


Buckley handed me the key to Marcus's desk drawer.


"Thank you, Buckley," I said. "Very thoughtful of you. Do you know if Marcus kept any other private information in his office?"


"You will find a bankers box in the closet over there," Buckley said as he pointed to the coat closet. "It is marked personal and confidential. I have no idea what information is in the box."


"Thank you Buckley," I said. "I appreciate your help."


"You are welcome, Sir," Buckley said as he stole another lusty look in Master Jose's direction. "Please let me know if you need any further assistance."


Once Buckley made his exit, I turned to Master Jose, "Everyone here loved Marcus. He was a very generous leader. He knew each person on this staff personally. He knew their husbands, kids, boyfriends. He knew it all. Now, let's see what Marcus considered personal."


I opened the desk drawer. I had to smile. The first items on top of the pile in the drawer were condoms and lube.


"Leave it to Marcus," I said with a smile as I held up the items. I tossed them into the box.


I continued digging through the drawer. Cards and notes from Master Ajmal to Master Marcus which I did not read, but put them in the box. The rest of the items in the drawer were papers with notes to himself about the business, about Master Ajmal, about his two sons, about Tim and our life together. The last item hit me like a rock.


I handed a small gift wrapped box to Master Jose. The outside note, written in Marcus's precise script, read, `Happy Birthday, Steven! You are a gift. I love you more than you know. Marcus.'


"He had good taste," Master Jose said as he took the box from me. "Tiffanies, huh? Do you want to open it or wait?"


"Wait," I replied. "I want Tim with me when I do open it."


Master Jose put the gift box beside the box of Marcus's things.


Again, Master Jose pulled me into a hug. "I can't imagine what you must be going through today. Do you want to tackle the rest later?"


"No," I replied as I kissed Master Jose. "I need to do this. But, I have one request. Master Marcus would approve. Bend me over the desk and fuck me. Please, Sir! Please fuck me."


Master Jose walked to the open door and shut it. He also turned the lock.


"Drop your pants, boy," Master Jose said as he began to unbuckle and unzip his suit pants.


Mine quickly dropped to my feet. I bent over the desk in the same spot Marcus fucked me during our first day in the office.


Master Jose didn't say a word. He took his place behind me. I felt his hard dick rub against my asshole. Then, I felt it begin its journey into my ass.


"Ah! Fuck yes!" I exclaimed as Master Jose's balls slapped against mine.


Master Jose started slowly and gently. His pace quickened as did the power of his thrusts. He kept pounding and pounding and pounding. I felt his body stiffen after what seemed like hours. "Ahhhhhhh! Fuck!" Master Jose almost screamed. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"


Master Jose bent over me and rested on top of my back. I felt warm and loved. `Fucking sexy,' I heard Master Marcus's voice whisper. `Fucking sexy!'


Master Jose rested on top of me for several more minutes. "Holy shit!" Master Jose whispered. "It's almost lunch time. You certainly know how to make me enjoy 90-minutes of cleaning out an office!"


"My pleasure, Sir," I replied. "We need to do this more often."


We cleaned ourselves up, pulled up our pants, and straightened our shirts.


"I'm taking you out to lunch, Master," I said as I grabbed his hand and led him out of the office.


As we were leaving for lunch, Buckley stopped us in the hallway. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Marcus would have loved to watch!"


I patted him on the ass, "He did."


We continued outside and to the Thai place where Tim and I went. Once we were seated, Master Jose stretched out his hand to meet mine. He put his hand over mine.


"Marcus was watching, am I correct?" Master Jose asked.


"Yes," I said. "I felt him in the room. I knew he said, `Fucking sexy!'"


"Don't ever lose the love you have for AJ and Marcus. They should always be a part of you. In some way," Master Jose said.


"Thank you, Master," I said. "And, they WILL always be a part of me."


We talked while we had our lunch. Nothing in particular. But we said a lot to each other without words.


When we returned from lunch, Tim stood in the entry talking with the receptionist, Tyron.


"Tim! What brings you here?" I asked as I pulled him into a hug.


"I wanted to see how you did with the office," Tim said with a smile as he leaned in and whispered into my ear. "I smell sex, Steven. Jose bent you over the desk and fucked you, didn't he?"


"Yup," I said as I released him from the hug. "The gig is up, Master."


"Okay," Master Jose said. "Obvious, huh?"


"Yes," Tyron said with a smile. "And, I am certain it will not be the last time."


"Thank you, Tyron," I said when Dennis Bernstein arrives, please show him into my office/conference room."


"Will do, boss," Tyron replied as he went back to his spread sheet.


"I also wanted to say hello to Dennis," Tim added. "I think you made the perfect choice."


"Thanks, Tim," I said. "Do you want to sit in on the discussion with Dennis?"


"Nope," Tim replied. "I'll just say hello and be on my way. I don't want to make him nervous."


We walked back to my office and sat around the conference table.


"Too bad this room has so many windows," Tim said in his lust filled voice.


"If you can manage to stop by again after the interview, I am certain Master Jose and I would appreciate helping in Marcus's office," I said.


"Sorry, I would love to join you, but I have some things I need to take care of this afternoon," Tim explained. "However, when you two get home, I want you both on the bed naked. I will join you. Jose, we are going to take turns fucking my husband until it is time to eat dinner."


"Sound good to me," Master Jose replied. "I hope you won't mind if, after the interview, I take another turn on Steven's ass bent over the desk in Marcus's office."


"He's your slave boy, Jose," Tim replied. "Do whatever you want. He is your piece of meat after all."


"Gentlemen," Buckley said as he appeared at the door with Dennis at his side. "Your guest has arrived."


"Dennis!" Tim exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat and pulled Dennis into a hug. "It's good to see you again!"


"You, too, Tim," Dennis said. "I didn't know you would be participate in the interview."


"I'm not," Tim explained. "I just wanted to stop in and say hello to you and wish you luck!"


"Thanks, Tim," Dennis said.


"Thank you for the opportunity to talk with me, Steven," Dennis said as I pulled him into a hug.


"Thank you for coming," I said. "Dennis, I would like you to meet my Master, Jose Vargas. Master, this is Dennis Bernstein."


"Nice to meet you Dennis," Master Jose said as the pair shook hands.


"Likewise, Mr. Vargas," Dennis said. "And, while Tim is still here, I want to offer my condolences in your loss. I was shocked when I heard the news about Marcus and AJ. It is so unreal. And, I am certain it has been a difficult time as you try to adjust."


"It's been tough," Tim explained. "It has been especially difficult for Steven. Now, I must go. I have an appointment down the street. See you when you get home, boys."


Tim vanished.


Dennis and I talked for the next hour about his goals, his experiences, his thoughts on leading the firm, and some of his personal goals.


"Now, Dennis," I began. "Let's get down to our plans. We are prepared to offer you as a starting salary $300 thousand a year plus an extra $50 thousand each quarter if you meet our goals for the firm you and I establish."


"Let me see if I heard you correctly," Dennis said. "You are offering me $300 thousand in salary plus a possible $50 thousand bonus each quarter?"


"Yes," I replied. "Plus a company BMW."


"A Beamer?" He asked.


"Yes," I replied. "Also, you will be a stakeholder in the firm. One-fourth ownership. We want to keep you motivated."


"Where do I sign?" Dennis asked. He was glowing.


I pressed the button on my phone, "Buckley, will you please bring me the offer file. Also, please call David. He might want to be part of the contract discussion in case Dennis has questions."


"David is already here," Buckley replied. "I will bring David and the file to your office."


"Thank you, Buckley," I said. "Our attorney will explain the legal ramifications of the contract to you. How much time would you want to give eSquare?"


"What is appropriate?" Dennis asked.


"A month," I said. "I suspect they will ask you to leave immediately and give you a month's severance."


David stepped into the office followed by Buckley. "Dennis, this is our attorney, David Chau. David, this is our new employee, if he agrees to the terms outlined in the contract, Dennis Bernstein."


"Nice to meet you Dennis," David said as the two shook hands.


"Likewise," Dennis replied.


I left Dennis and David in my office to talk about the terms of the contract. I met Buckley in the hallway.


"He's cute," Buckley said. "Does he have a boyfriend?"


"I don't believe so unless it is a recent development," I explained. "I'll keep you posted."


Master Jose sat in a conference room reading what looked like a proposal from a potential client.


"Sorry about leaving you, Master," I said. "I think we have a new leader for the firm."


"Congratulations, Steven," Master Jose replied. "I am certain it will be a big relief for you to have someone at the helm."


"Big time," I said as I nudged the chair out from under the table and sat in Master Jose's lap. I kissed him on the lips.


"A bit frisky, aren't you, Steven?" Master Jose said and then kissed me back. "Aren't you worried about the employees seeing us?"


"Nope," I said. "I know the owner."


"Stop the kissy face, you two," Tim said as he bounded into the conference room. "I decided I could help celebrate Dennis's hiring. I'd love to see you two go at it on Marcus's desk. We may need to spend the night."


"Steven," Buckley said. "David and Dennis have finished their discussion. Would you like to rejoin them?"


"Sure," I said. "Join us, Tim and Master. We can celebrate."


We stepped back into my office.


"You and Dennis need to sign the contracts, and you will have a new CEO," David said.


"I am sort of speechless at the moment," Dennis said. "I will not let you down, Steven. I also know I have some very big shoes to fill. I will need your advice probably more often than you want, but I will do my best to continue the great work this firm is doing among the members of the LGBT community. I am proud to be working with you."


We signed the contracts. Buckley, as if on que, stepped into the office with a bottle of champagne and several glasses.




We sat in the living room having drinks with the rest of the family after Tim, Master Jose, and I rechristened Marcus's old desk. Everyone wore clothing—except me. I was naked.


"Garrison," David said as he sat down beside Master Grant. "How did a guy with a degree from Stanford wind up in Chicago as a slave?"


"It a long story, but I will give you the condensed version," Garrison explained. "After I graduated from Stanford, I managed to get a job in at an investment bank in San Francisco. I worked there until about three years ago. I did fairly well and made significant money. However, I didn't have my shit together—and don't say I still don't, rent boy—and I put most of my salary into my arm. I was a mess. If it hadn't been for Steven's persistence, I would have been dead in the streets of San Francisco with a needle up my arm. I haven't been able to even think about doing something other than being Steven's handler, his lover, and Master David's boy."


"What was your degree from Stanford?" David asked.


"Economics," Garrison replied. "I landed in the investment bank by mistake. I really wanted to get an MBA and possibly pursue a law degree. Those ideas went up my arm."


"I need to speak to Steven and Tim about this, but would you consider helping me with some of the trust functions. I get mounds of reports from all of the separate businesses, but I don't have the time to analyze them. Would you ever consider helping me out from time-to-time?" David asked.


"Shit yes, Master!" Garrison replied. "I'd love to."


"Put Garrison on the payroll," Tim said to David. "I want to see if his brain is as good as his dick."


"If it is any indication, his ass is pretty damn fine," Master Grant said. "Right, David?"


"Yup," David added. "Drop into my office tomorrow morning and we can talk, Garrison."


"I suspect you will be doing more than talking," Tim said.


"Just because your mind is in the gutter, don't assume mine is," David added. "I'll tell my future husband to beat the shit out of you if you don't it, slave boy."


"Yes, Master," Tim replied.


"I'll be there," Garrison said to David.


"Steven," Tim began. "Why don't you tell the group what terrific progress you and Jose made today in Marcus's office?"


Master Jose handed me the package we found in Marcus's desk drawer.


"We found this in Marcus's person stuff today," I explained. "I was totally freaked out when I found it. The gift card reads, `Happy Birthday, Steven! You are a gift. I love you more than you know. Marcus.' Tim, would you open this for me?"


By this time, tears were running down my cheek. Tim took his place to my right. Master Jose sat on my left.


"Leave it to Marcus to keep surprising us," Tim said quietly as he wiped a tear from his eyes. Tim carefully opened the gift wrapped box. He pulled out a Tiffany flip top box. Before he opened the box, Tim paused. He finally flipped open the box.


"Holy shit!" Tim said as he handed the box to me.


"They are beautiful," I said. "Why would he get me diamond studs for my ears?"


"I know why," Tim replied. "We talked about it for several days. I didn't know he really bought them. Marcus though they would look good on you when you dressed in a tux. And, trust me, Steven, these were NOT cheap."


Tim kissed me and then we hugged... and cried.


"What's going on, dads?" Connor asked as he and Theo and Ramesh bounded into the room.


I handed Connor the box.


"Wow!" he exclaimed.


"Wow is right," Theo said.


"Who gave you these, dad?" Ramesh asked.


"Uncle Marcus," I said through the tears. "Birthday present he never had a chance to give me."


"And, this is when I need to ask why you are not mad at us for what our father did to your friends?" Connor asked.


"You didn't do it, Connor, Theo," I said. "You had nothing to do with his bad judgement. He hurt you, too. So, we can't hate you. Tim and I don't really HATE anyone."


"Dislike, maybe," Tim said. "But definitely not hate. Go hug your sons, Steven. They need you, and you need them."


"Thank you for being here with us, boys," I said as I pulled them into a group hug. "Without you, I don't know if Tim and I would have made it this far. You three are definitely a gift."




"This has been a long day," Tim said as he, Master Jose, and I snuggled together before turning out the lights. "I know it has been tough on you, Steven. Just know we are all here for you anytime you need to vent, cry, or be held. We always will be."


"Thank you both for being with me today, especially you, Master," I said. "I would have been even more of a basket case today while we were going through Marcus's office without you. I have also been thinking we need to move Marcus's old desk to a back office. We could make it our worktime play space."


"So you liked getting fucked bent over a desk?" Tim asked me.


"Shit yes," I said. "You will need to join Master and me at the office tomorrow afternoon."


"The editor from the publishing company is flying in tomorrow for an all-day meeting," Tim explained. "So, I will not be able to join you tomorrow. However, I believe I might make a performance on the following day. I'll pick you up for lunch and then we will go back to the office and fuck. Do you think Buckley would want to join us?"


"Yes," I said. "But, please don't ask him."


"Okay," Tim replied as he pulled me close to him and started kissing me.


"Don't start... something... you can't... finish," I whispered.


"Who said... I can't... finish?" Tim asked through kisses.


"I would like to watch the two of you make love," Master Jose whispered.


"Only if..., I can watch... the two of you... make love... after I... finish," Tim whispered back. "Then..., I want you... to fuck... me."


"Deal," Master Jose replied.


"I hope you don't mind, Jose," Tim began as he rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me. "But I feel this might be an epic love scene."


"Would love it," Master Jose replied.


Tim started kissing me again. Long, sweat, sloppy kisses. Our eyes locked. Tim was so ready for this. I was so ready for this.


"This is so very over due," Tim whispered. "Is this going to be another Spirit Journey?"


"Every time with you is a Spirit Journey, Tim," I whispered back.


Tim's kisses became more intense. His hard dick rubbed against my hard dick. As I held Tim close to me, I felt the muscles in his back flex as he moved his naked body against my naked body. I lost myself in Tim's mind. I could see his love. I could see his power. I could see his lust.


"I need you in me, Tim," I whispered. "Please! Please, Sir!"


Tim stopped kissing long enough to get into position. The tip of his hard dick rubbed against my asshole.


"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Yes!" I hissed as Tim's dick began its decent into my ass.


"You like my dick, don't you, boy?" Tim whispered as our eyes met when his dick had completed half of its journey.


"Yes, Sir," I whispered. "I love your dick in me, Sir."


"Good, because it will be in you a long time," Tim said to me as he began forcing his dick further into me.


I put my hands on Tim's muscular ass cheeks and pushed him further in me. I almost came when I felt his ass cheek muscles ripple.


"I love your ass, Tim," I whispered.


"It's Master, boy," Tim whispered back. "Remember, slave boy. You need to call me Master or Sir. Not Tim... Master!"


"Yes, Sir," I whispered. "Anything you say, Sir."


Tim continued to move slowly in and out of me.


I felt my Spirit Master enter my body, `Good boy! You are Tim's slave boy now. You are Jose's slave boy now. You are Grant's slave boy. You are Garrison's slave boy. You are David's slave boy. You are EVERYONES slave boy. Being a slave is your calling, boy. Serving men. Owning their power over you. Satisfying every man's lust filled fantasies. Make our Master Tim happy now, boy.'


Tim leaned down to kiss me several times. Passion. Power. Lust. Passion, power, and lust burst from Master Tim's eyes. I saw his passion. I saw his power. I saw his lust. His eyes burned intensely. I was his boy. I gave myself to him.


"Shit, boy," Master Tim exclaimed and brought me back. Lying underneath Master Tim's hard muscular body. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"


With every moan, Master Tim's dick shot a rope of cum into my ass. I felt it coat the inside of me. He marked me as his slave.


Tim lowered his body on top of mine. I felt his smooth, muscular, sweat covered naked body against my naked body. His powerful dick still inside me.


"Shit, Steven!" Tim exclaimed when he recovered. "You are one amazing lover, boy! Absolutely amazing!"


"You are the amazing one, Master," I whispered. "Every time we make love it seems to get better than the one before."


Master Jose leaned in to share a three-way kiss. "Beautiful!" Master Jose exclaimed.


"I am going to give the boy's amazing ass to you, Master Jose," Tim said.


"An hour, boy," Master Jose whispered to me. "Your husband Tim took an hour to make love to you, boy. I will take my time as well."


Tim pulled out of my ass and rolled off me. He lay on his back next to me


Master Jose took his place between my legs. His hard dick glistened in the dim light of the bedroom.


"Are you ready to make me happy, boy?" Master Jose asked.


"Yes, Master!" I replied. "I'm always ready to make you happy, Master!"


Master Jose positioned himself so his hard dick was beside my hard dick. Both hard dicks scrunched between my body and Master Jose's body. He looked into my eyes. I looked into his. His said, lust, power, energy, ownership. Mine said take me.


Master Jose leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. I quivered. It was like a bolt of lightning struck my lips as he dove into magical, passionate kisses. Tongue fighting tongue. I wrapped my arms around his back to pull us closer. The muscles on his back rippled with energy. His hard dick rubbing against my hard dick. I was lost to the moment. Floating the energy radiating from Master Jose's magnificent body.


I felt Master Jose move. His dick began to rub against my asshole as he continued to kiss me.


"Aaaahhhhh!" I moaned as Master Jose bottomed out in my ass.


"You have an amazing ass, boy!" Master Jose exclaimed


"You have an amazing dick, Master," I responded.


Master Jose raised himself by his arms over my naked, hairless body.


He began to recklessly pound my ass. His body began to drip sweat from him onto me.


I watched the muscles in his huge biceps rippled with each movement of his body. His piercing brown eyes sparkled. Then, he slowed to a more relaxed pulse. He continued to work his magic in my ass.


My Spirit Master returned to my body. `Make him happy, boy! Make your Master happy! He's going to cum.'


"I'm cumming, boy!" Master Jose announced before his dick shot loads and loads of cum into my slave boy ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"


Master Jose lowered his body on top of mine to recover. I put my arms around his sweat covered back. He kissed me.


"You are right, boy," Master Jose said to Tim. "Absolutely amazing!"


"I want Steven to make love to me," Tim said as Master Jose pulled out of my ass. "Will you allow him to give me what I need?"


"Yes, Tim," Master Jose relied. "I will let him give you what you need. He will pay for it later."


Tim looked at me questioning Master Jose's statement


"I want to do this for you, Master Tim," I said. "You are my husband. It is my duty to please you in any way you want me to please you."


Tim raised his legs to give me access to his ass. I climbed on top of him and leaned in to kiss him. Tim responded with his own passionate kisses. Tim put his arms around my neck and pulled me as close to him as he could. I felt the muscles in his arms quiver as his dick reached full mast. His dick touching my dick. His energy. My energy. Back and forth. Mixing. Creating a new form of energy—lust.


I pulled off this so I could put lube on my hard uncut dick. I lined my dick up with Tim's ass and began to push in.


"Heaven, Steven," Tim hissed. "You've just shown me heaven. Take me!"


I forced my dick into Tim's waiting ass. My cock. His ass. Our energy. Lust took over.


I began pounding Tim's ass with the force of someone gone mad. Harder. Harder. Harder. Harder.


My Spirit Master returned, `Make this last, boy. Make this last. Take him. Make him happy, boy. Make your slave boy husband happy!'


`Yes, Sir,' I responded in my head as I slowed the pace of ravaging Tim's fine, fine ass.


We connected as I slowly massaged Tim's ass with my hard, hard dick. My energy flowing from my dick into Tim's ass. His energy flowing from his ass into my dick. My body... our bodies... energy. Power. Lust. Love. I felt it all at the very moment Tim release a moan and then began spewing his cum over our bodies. One landed on Tim's chin.


Tim's convulsing ass pushed me over the top. Master Jose shot his load on my ass and back as my dick exploded, "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"


I lowered my sweat covered, spent body on top of Tim's so I could recover.


"We just had one hell of a good Spirit Journey, boy," Tim finally said.


"Yes, we did, Master," I said to my husband as we both tried to recover fully. "It is always a remarkable Spirit Journey with you, Master."


"You two are absolutely amazing together," Master Jose explained. "I was so hard and worked into a frenzy just watching. It took about two strokes and I lost my load all over the boy's back side. Amazing!"




Master Jose and I went to the venture capital firm the day after Master Jose, Master Tim, and I made love together for the first time.


Tyron manned the reception desk. Tyron is an incredibly handsome man from Spain. Dark hair. Dark eyes. Olive complexion. Six-feet tall. Massive, gym worked body.


"Our leader and his Master has arrived," Tyron said to Master Jose and me. "Buckley said he needed to see you, Steven. He said something about the movers coming this afternoon to move Marcus's old desk somewhere."


I smiled at Master Jose, "Thank you, Tyron. Once we get settled we will find Buckley."


Master Jose and I stepped into my conference room office space.


"Why do I get the feeling this desk might become a focal point of several staff meetings?" I asked.


"New spreads quickly, boy," Master Jose said with a smile. "Is this another Ford suit?"


"Yes," I replied. "I bought five."


"I want to see you in all of them," Master Jose said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He gave me a peck of a kiss before releasing me. "I started reading the Winston proposal yesterday. I have some ideas whenever you have a moment to talk."


"After we find Buckley and help him make a major decision," I suggested. "Which office will we put Marcus's desk in."


We found Buckley in the copy room. "Tyron said you wanted to see me, Buckley."


"Yes, Sir," Buckley replied. "Where do you want Marcus's desk moved?"


"Back corner office where the break room used to be," I suggested.


"It will be in place this afternoon," Buckley declared. "Dennis Bernstein also called. He is officially finished at eSquare this afternoon. He hoped he could take a few days off and start work on Monday morning."


"Perfect," I answered. "Tim will join Master Jose and me for lunch. His publisher postponed a meeting until next week. We might be a little late returning."


"I'll bet you will be a little late returning," Buckley said with a smile.


"Let's talk about the proposal, Master," I said as we went back to my conference room office with way too many windows in it.


"Have you looked at the Winston proposal?" Master Jose asked.


"No," I replied. "It arrived last week. I haven't any idea about what is involved."


"The proposal involves three guys who have Harvard MBAs," Master Jose began. "They want to start a rent-an-MBA business. I know one started in Boston just recently. The start-up costs primarily go into advertising and marketing. They would work from home until they attract enough MBAs and clients. Someone would be able to rent an MBA for a day, a week, a month, or a year. It could be a very lucrative concept if they market this correctly."


"Bring them in, interview them, and make a decision," I said to Master Jose. "I feel a little funny giving you orders!"


"We will work out the appropriate punishment, boy," Master Jose replied. "When do you want to talk with them?"


"I don't," I said. "Your idea. Your call. If you want to. If not, I'll put someone else on the project."


"You mean you would give me the responsibility of deciding if it is a viable business?" Master Jose asked.


"You said you wanted to be involved the venture capital business," I explained. "No time like the present!"


Precisely at 12 noon Tim appeared in my office. He stood in the open doorway.


"As I said before, Steven," Tim began. "Too bad there are so many fucking windows in this room. It doesn't matter now anyway. My stomach is growling. I need sustenance."


We again headed to the Thai place down the street. We were quickly shown to our table and our conversation continued.


"Master Grant ask if you could spare me for the evening tonight," Tim explained. "Do you have plans?"


"No," Master Jose replied. "Steven doesn't have plans. You can tell Grant you are his for the night!"

"Terrific," Tim said. I could see his eyes light up with anticipation. "How are things at CCHP?"


"Dennis's last day at eSquare is today," I replied. "He will start Monday morning."


"Wonderful," Tim continued. "I am certain you will feel a big weight lifted from your shoulders."


"Master Jose is going to work a project for us," I explained. "It is a rent-an-MBA business."


"Terrific," Tim replied. "Does it look as though it might work?"


"I am meeting with the principles Thursday afternoon," Master Jose explained.


"No one has brought this up, but I have given this idea some thought," Tim continued. "Remember Garrison said he originally wanted to pursue and MBA and possibly law school?"


"Yes," I replied. "Why?"


"Why don't we—as in the trust—offer to pay for it?" Tim suggested. "He could be David's right hand man... Make it right hand boy."


"I like the idea, Master," I said as I thought more about the possibility. "I know someone at the Northwestern MBA program."


"Tell me an organization or company or political office you don't know someone!" Tim exclaimed.


"I will think about it and get back to you, Master," I replied. "I will make a phone call to my Northwestern friend."


"Have you had sex with this Northwestern contact?" Tim asked.


"Ahhhh...," I stammered. "As a matter of fact, yes. He picked me up one night at Roscoe's. He took me home with him and fucked me most of the night."


"Let's face it, Master Jose," Tim began. "You slave boy is a slut."


"And, so is your husband, Tim," Master Jose countered.


"So, Master Tim," I interrupted the talk about me being a slut. "What does Master Grant have in mind for you this evening?"


"No clue except he said it didn't involve the playroom, and I would enjoy it," Tim declared. "He also said I would learn from the experience. So, who knows! I just hope he doesn't take me to some bar, strip me naked, and put me in a bathtub."


"Sounds exciting to me," Master Jose replied.


"Tim and I were taken to a bar in London—on separate trips—and we were both stripped naked and put into a bathtub where a couple hundred men pissed on us."


"I will add bathtub to my list," Master Jose added.


We talked more about the business and Tim's book before we went back to the office.


"Buckley said the desk has been moved into the old break room," Tyron said as we walked through the door.


"Terrific," I eagerly replied. "We will need to inspect it."


"I'll bet you will, boy," Tyron said with a smile on his face.


Master Jose approached the desk where Tyron sat. He whispered something in Tyron's ear. His face was immediately enveloped in the biggest grin I have ever seen on Tyron.


As we were walking back to my office, I whispered to Master Jose, "Please tell me you didn't do what I think you just did."


"It is a secrete between Tyron and me," Master Jose replied with a smile plastered on his face.


We went immediately to the office which now held Marcus's old desk.


Master Jose ushered Tim and me into the office, closed the door, and locked it.


"Naked, boy Steven," Master Jose ordered.


"Yes, Sir," I said as I quickly began to strip. Once I completed my task, I assumed the position in front of Master Jose.


"Take off my clothes," Master Jose replied. "And, don't let anything get wrinkled."


"Yes, Sir," I replied as I busied myself taking off Master Jose's clothes.


When I slipped off Master Jose's shirt, I wanted to lean down and suck on his nipples. However, I resisted the temptation and hung the shirt over a chair. His shoes and socks came off. Lastly was Master Jose's pants. I helped him step out of his pants. As I starred at Master Jose's hard dick, I wanted to suck it. But, I held back until I received my orders.


I heard the lock on the door jiggle. When it opened, Tyron entered the office, closed the door, and locked it.


"Shit," I said in a hushed voice.


"Take off Tyron's clothes, boy," Master Jose said.


"Yes, Sir," I said as I moved in front of Tyron.


He pinched and twisted my nipples. "Get to it, boy!" Tyron ordered. "I need to get back to work before the boss fires me."


"Yes, Sir," I replied as I unbuttoned Tyron's shirt and slipped it off. I almost came when I saw his massive, muscular, smooth, chest. My eyes drifted to his huge biceps. I forced myself to keep focused on my task AR hand, to get Tyron naked. I untied Tyron's shoes and slipped them off. I reached up and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his slack, and unzipped his fly. I pulled his pants down slowly until I saw his obscenely massive bulge in his black low rise Calvin Klein briefs.


"Holy shit, Tim muttered as he caught his first look at Tyron's bulge.


"Do you like what you see, boss?" Tyron ask.


"Yes, Master!" I exclaimed.


I began to lower Tyron's briefs. Slowly so I could enjoy my prize. I almost dove in to put his dick in my mouth, but I realized I needed to await further orders. His dick stood straight up. All 13 meaty inches of uncut dick.


Bend over the desk, boy," Master Jose ordered. "Your boss's ass is all yours, Tyron. Take it. Own it. Use it. Make your boss feel your power!"


Tyron positioned his big dick over my asshole. I felt the tip of his monster dick brush the opening of my asshole. My body felt like a surge of electricity passed through it. Moments later Tyron shoved his big dick balls deep into my ass.


"Auhg!" I exclaimed as his dick submerged into my ass.


"God, boss! Your ass is perfect for my big dick!" Tyron exclaimed.


Then, it started. Just as fast as Tyron shoved his dick in, he pulled it out. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. I lost track of time and surrounded my mind with the feeling massive power shooting out of Tyron's dick and being absorbed by my hairless naked body. I needed dick to survive. I needed Tyron's big dick. I am addicted.


I came back to reality as Tyron yelped in ecstasy during the time he shot rope after rope of cum in my ass. Tyron slithered down as he rested his magnificent body on top of me. The weight of his muscled body made me feel warm and safe.


"I want this ass again and again and again," Tyron hissed.


"You can have it anytime you want it," Master Jose said. "Bring your boss in here and fuck him anytime you want.


"You heard you Master, boss. I believe you and I will be working together a lot from now on," Tyron hissed.


Tyron pulled his big dick out of my ass with a pop. I felt empty.


"I should be getting back to work before I get fired," Tyron said as he began to put his clothes back on. "See you later, boss. Thanks for the use of the boy's ass, Jose. Nice to see you again, Tim."


Tyron left.


"How do you feel after one of your employees just fucked you while you were bent over a desk in one of the remote offices?" Master Jose asked.


"He can fuck me any time he wants," I replied. "I hope you meant it when you told Tyron he could have my ass any time he wants."


"I meant it, alright," Master Jose said. "I will remind him of it before we leave."


"Tyron is a magnificent hunk of man, boy," Tim continued. "If he gets bored with your ass, he can have mine!"




Master Jose invited Master Tyron to have dinner with us as we left the office. Tim was salivating. Once dinner was finished, Tim followed Master Grant up the stairs. Garrison followed Master David. Tyron, Master Jose, and I sat for a moment at the table. You performed extremely well today, Tyron," Master Jose said. "Have you any thoughts about what you might like to do with your boss tonight?"


"Yes," Master Tyron said. "I have dreamed of having boss man at my disposal. The idea of shoving my fist in his ass greatly appeals to me. I have given a great deal of thought about whipping him as well as parading him naked down the streets."


"What about having him naked at the office?" Master Jose suggested.


"Could be kinda cool," Master Tyron said. "We should tie boss man up in the back office, bent over the desk, and let anyone use his ass. Employee. Client. Worker. Delivery people. Sales people. This could be a full time gig for him."


"We can think about it," Master Jose replied. "Now, since boy Steven's husband is spending the night with his Master, you and I can have a grand time with the boy in the playroom. Ready?"


"Shit yes," Master Tyron said as we followed Master Jose downstairs.


"Wow!" Master Tyron's eyes got big when Master Jose flicked on the lights of the playroom. "I never imagined something like this is someone's house. Marcus and AJ must have been very fond of you to invest this much money in you, boy."


"Where would you like to start, Tyron?" Master Jose asked.


"I don't suppose you have one of those... what do people call it... SAWHORSE!" Tyron finally said.


"Yes," Master Jose replied. "Right over here. A very practical choice if you want to fuck the boy and then fist him."


"Terrific!" Master Tyron responded.


Master Jose led me to the sawhorse and helped me get in place. He and Master Tyron attached the restraints so I couldn't move.


"After you, Tyron," Master Jose said. "Use your fist or your dick first. Whichever you prefer."


"Dick," Master Tyron replied. "After this afternoon, I am eager to have another go at boss man's ass. It is so, so sweet."


Master Tyron took his place beside my upturned ass. "Are you going to add your brand to the boy's ass?"


"Yes," Master Jose replied. "So will Grant."


"Tim's Master, right?" Tyron asked.


"Yup," Master Jose replied. "Everyone who lives in this house is a Master to the boy. Even his sons call him boy, and he calls them Master or Sir."


"Out-fucking-standing!" Tyron responded. "So, boy, are you ready for my dick again, boy?"


"Yes, Master," I begged. "Please fuck me with your big dick. I need your dick in my ass, Sir. Please, Sir. Please fuck me!"


"Gladly," Tyron said


"The boy can see you in the video monitor at his head," Master Jose explained. "He will see your big, uncut Spanish dick ramming in and out of his ass. It adds to the excitement of the event."


Master Tyron as he pulled off his tank top and dropped his shorts. Commando. Hard dick.


I watched the video monitor as Tyron aimed his 13 inch, meaty, uncut Spanish dick with my asshole. One quick stroke and he was in.


"Augh!" I moaned as his dick stabbed into me.


Tyron immediately began to power fuck me. Stabbing his dick in me and pulling it out. In. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. I moaned every time his dick bottomed out in my ass. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!"


If the sawhorse hadn't been mounted to the hard floor of the playroom it would be halfway to New York by now.


My Spirit Master found his way into my mind again. `Boy, you have transcended even my greatest expectations for you. You have found the true slave boy we all knew you had inside you. Let it out, boy. Let your inner slave boy become your physical self. Beg men to use you. Take the punishment for your fellow slaves. Keep in mind, your fellow slave boys will always be above you. They will wield their power over you like your Masters wield power over you. Now, it is time for you to begin using your gifts to help those who need helping. You will find your cause. Actually, your cause will find you. You will give yourself to this new cause in the same manner as you give your body and mind and control to your Masters. Be well, boy! Enjoy your journey.'


By the time I entered reality again, Master Tyron closed in on his powerful orgasm. "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...!" Master Tyron exclaimed as I felt the massive amounts of cum explode from his dick. When his dick stopped convulsing, Master Tyron rested on top of me until he could speak. His sweaty muscular body conformed perfectly to my back. His dick still inside me.


"Boy," Tyron began. "I hope you felt what just happened. This was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I lost myself in you, boy. What a gift you have."


Master Jose stood beside us. "You just experienced one of the boy's Spirit Journeys. You will never be the same, trust me. Why don't you put your fist and arm in the boy? You will experience something else you never have before."


"The boy is addictive," Master Tyron whispered.




The Saturday after we discovered Master Ajmal's teenage sons living in New York, we prepared for their arrival.


"We need to suspend the rule of Steven's nakedness until the boys are formally adopted by Master Grant and Master David," Tim explained to the family during our morning meeting. "Steven and I, since we will legally be the boys' foster parents will meet them and their nanny at the airport at 2:15 this afternoon. We will bring the boys and their nanny to the house. It will probably be 4 this afternoon before we arrive here. Do you have any questions?"


"What are the boys' names," Master David asked. "In all of the hubbub, I forgot to asked."


"Adrian is the 15-year-old boy," Tim explained. "Jacques is the 13-year-old boy. The nanny will be staying with us until she is ready to return to France. She wants to get the boys settled. Her name is Giles."


"Sounds more like a he than a she," Master Grant suggested.


"I thought so, too," Tim replied. "But, in the attorney's notes, it says she. We will find out when we meet her... or him."


"The boys will stay in the bedroom next to Ramesh's," Master David explained. "We are still trying to work out an adoption strategy for Grant and me."


"It seems I have a little blotch on my personal resume," Master Grant said. "I was arrested several years ago during a protest over a black kid who was shot and killed by a white police officer. The charge claimed I was inciting an altercation with police."


"We will deal with the formal adoption when we are at the point of deciding who will be their adoptive parents," Tim continued "Ramesh, Connor, and Theo, we hope you will have an active role in the boys' assimilation into the family. And, before you asked, we have no idea what their sexual orientation will be when they arrive. So, be nice and don't make any advances on the boys until we know. And, if they are straight, you will treat them with respect, and you will NOT do anything to make them uncomfortable."


"Yes, dad," the three boys said in unison.


"We will also try to explain our living situation in the house before we return," Tim continued. "We have no idea what they know about us. So, we will attempt to get an understanding before we throw them to the wolves."


Tim looked directly at Ramesh, Connor, and Theo. Apparently, Tim considered them to be possible wolves.


"After we are dressed appropriately, we will have a late brunch," Tim said as he excused everyone.


"Boy," Master Jose said once Tim finished. "You will be wearing this, boy. I will not be with you, so you will be locked up. Assume the position, boy."


Master Jose sat on the chair behind him and I assumed the position. Hands behind my back. Feet shoulder width apart. Looking at the floor.


After several minutes, Master Jose had me properly locked. "I never realized how sexy this is on you, boy," Master Jose replied. "Once dinner is finished tonight, you and I will be in the playroom. Your Master Robert will join us. You may see the others if they decide to join us in the playroom, but, I can assure you, you will not be released from the playroom until tomorrow morning. Any questions?"


"No, Sir," I relied as my dick began to grow in the confines of the plastic. "Thank you, Sir."


Connor, Theo, and Ramesh joined us in the living room before brunch.


"Holy fuck," Tim exclaimed.


Connor, Theo, and Ramesh wore their suits from the adoption. Under the suit coat, they had on button up shirts—open at the collar down to the third button. Their chests looked amazing even though they were covered.


"You are playing this for all its worth, huh, guys," Tim said. "You look terrific."


"Thanks, dad," Connor replied. "We thought we would show them we are not just sex crazed teenagers, but rather sex crazed teenagers who know how to dress."


"You've succeeded," I added.


"Brunch is served, gentlemen, boy," Harvey said as he appeared in the doorway.


We sat at the table and talked until it was time for Tim and me to leave for the airport.


Tim looked just as sexy as the boys. He had on a black Armani suit with a white button down shirt. His open shirt also hinted at the body he had on underneath. I wore my taupe Tom Ford suit with a blue oxford shirt. I had on a tie, however.


Lenard left us at the baggage claim area. We claimed a position near the baggage carrousel and waited for our guests. Tim had sent a photo of him and me so they would recognize us.


We were talking when we heard a deep voice beside us, "You must be Tim and Steven Caden-Caldwell. I am Giles."


Tim and I were taken aback. I hope our tongues were not hanging out. Giles stood six feet tall, his long jet black hair combed perfectly from front to back looked amazing. He had a slight black scruff on his face. He wore a dark blue suit with an amazing white shirt unbuttoned to the third button. His chest looked to be magnificent.


"This is Adrian and Jacques," Giles said as he waited for the two boys to step closer to us.


Adrian, the 15-year-old was probably 5-foot 10-inches tall. His light brown skin, slight Asian features, and tightly curled black hair took my breath away.


Jacques, the 13-year-old was slightly shorter than his older brother. His Asian features set off his natural beauty. His complexion reminded me of Master David except Jacques' skin seemed slightly browner. His straight black hair was a tousled array of spikes and perfectly combed back hair framed his gorgeous face.


"I'm Tim Caden-Caldwell and this is my husband, Steven Caden-Caldwell," Tim said as we took turns shaking hands. "How was your flight?"


"Perfect," Giles replied. "And, it is terrific to finally meet you."


"Likewise," Tim replied. "Steven and I thought it would be good to sit and have coffee so we can talk for a moment. How does coffee sound?"


"Terrific," Adrian and Jacques replied one after another.


Once we retrieved their luggage, we found a spot in the airport Starbucks to sit and chat. We ordered coffee and sat at a fairly large round table off to the side of the coffee bar.


"What do you know about me and the boys?" Giles asked.


"Not much," I replied. "Other than Adrian and Jacques were Ma... AJ's adopted sons and you are their nanny."


"Let me give you some background," Giles began. "AJ adopted Adrian and Jacques about five years ago. Their parents, I am sorry to say, were killed in a car accident on the New York freeway. They lived next door to AJ on the Upper East Side. I was hired to look after the boys about four years ago. He was a great influence on the boys upbringing. When he met the two of you, we decided not to attempt to uproot the boys from their school on the Upper East Side. But, when AJ and his husband were killed in the explosion, I had to make a decision about the boys. I contacted AJ's New York attorney when I received a call from my family in Paris. I need to return to help with my older brother for a few months. He has cancer and is in hospice."


"Wow!" I said. "If we had known about you boys, we would have encouraged Ma.. AJ to have you live with us long before now."


"We didn't want to leave our school at first," Adrian began. "Then when we heard about dad and his husband Marcus's death, we were devastated as we are certain you were also. I know our father was very, very... ahem... close to you both. Just to relieve you of some potential rough spots, we know you are gay, our father was your Master, Steven, and you, Tim, were Marcus's lover."


"Okay," Tim replied. "You have cleared up one mystery very eloquently."


"We are gay," Jacques replied. "When I turned 12, I had a talk—several really—with dad and Giles. I explained how I felt turned on by boys and not girls. Adrian had already come out a year earlier."


"AJ hired me because he sensed the boys might be gay," Giles replied. "My boyfriend and I originally took care of the boys, but we split about four years ago. And, here we are."


"We want to welcome you boys to our family," I began explaining. "We have a different family than some. We have six gay men living in our house in Lakeview. We also have two sets of twin boys who are a little over 1-year-old—Omar and Kathem, Alie and Ahmed. "Your dad and Marcus adopted Alie and Ahmed from Iraq. We have since adopted them. We have a 13 year old son, Ramesh, and two 16-year-old twin boys, Connor and Theo. The three older boys are gay. We will need to wait on the twins before we know their outcome."


"And, you were a slave boy to our dad," Adrian added.


"Yes," I replied. "Does it bother you?"


"Nope," Adrian replied. "Not at all."


"And, a new Master has taken Steven on," Tim added. "So, we have three Masters, two part-time slave boys, and one full time slave boy living as one big, happy, screwed up family. Our sons all tend toward the dominant side."


"Cool," Jacques exclaimed. "We tend to go with the flow. We learned the technique because our dad was anything but usual."


"Never a more truthful statement," Tim added. "Now, shall we meet the rest of your family?"


"Yea!" Adrian replied.


"Sure," Jacques added.


"I'm ready if you are," Giles chimed in.


I called Lenard to meet us outside at baggage claim. We pulled in front of the house 45 minutes later.


We walked through the front door to find seven exquisitely dressed men waiting for us. Tim did the introductions. Harvey arrived to take drink orders. We sat in the living room.


"Holy shit!" Adrian exclaimed. "You're Grant from CNN! What are you doing in Chicago? I remember you being at some of dad's parties and you were living in New York."


"I met the men of my dreams, David and my new slave boy, Tim," Master Grant replied. "I had to move."


"Ms. Scofield from DCFS will be here tomorrow afternoon to interview Adrian and Jacques," Tim explained. "Everyone MUST have clothes on! Understand?"


"Yes, Master," everyone said in unison.


"Before we take you upstairs and show you your rooms," Tim continued. "I hope we can each share a bit of information about yourselves. We will start with Ramesh. Then, Connor and Theo. Then, Adrian and Jacques. The adults will also participate."


Ramesh told his story about fleeing to Hassin and coming to live with Tim and me. He was emotional. We were proud of him.


Connor and Theo were next. They left out the part about their mother and father being the cause of AJ and Marcus's death.

It was Adrian's turn. "First off, Jacques and I are extremely grateful you have offered to let us be part of your family. We loved our Dad more than words can explain. We miss him terribly, but Jacques and I both know dad would want us to get on with our lives just like you are doing. And, at some point, Steven, Jacques and I would like to talk to you about your relationship with our Dad. He really loved you, you know—he loved all of you. Jacques and I have been attending a private school on the Upper East side. Frankly, we are both excited to start this phase of our lives in new surroundings. We are excited to be living with all of you, attending a new school, and getting to know this city."


"Thank you Adrian," I replied. "I will be honored to talk with you about your Dad. He was a fine man. Jacques?"


"Ditto with Adrian's comments," Jacques began. "I'm not as outgoing as Adrian. Hopefully I will learn to be more other oriented as I mature. One item, though. Could you please call me JJ instead of Jacques? Jacques seems way too formal for my tastes.

"I like the name Jacques, but JJ will be easier on the tongue," I replied.


Each of the adults took turns sharing a bit of information about themselves, including the complicated relationship scenario.


"Dad must have had a ball living here," Adrian said. "Opps. He had a good time living here."


"He did," I said. "Connor, Theo, Ramesh. Why don't you show Adrian and JJ to their room? Tim and I will help Giles get settled in the downstairs guest room."


After the boys went upstairs, Tim and I showed Giles to his room.


"We believe you will be comfortable here," Tim said as he opened the door to the guest room. "You have your own bathroom, sitting area, and bedroom area."


"Before you go," Giles began. "I want to thank you for taking the boys in. I will miss them terribly. Over the years, I have grown to love them just like their father did. I am dreading the good bye session when I leave."


"Once you take care of your family in Paris, please understand we would welcome you back in our home, I added. "And, we know the boys feel the same way about you."


"Thank you, Steven," Giles said as he shed a tear. "I do need to explain one other item before you offer me residence. AJ and I were lovers. Even after he met the two of you, he would fly in for the day, spend time with the boys, and, then, spend time with me. I hope this bit of news doesn't offend you."


"I thought as much," I replied. "And, no, it doesn't offend us. I see it in your face and eyes when you talk about Master Ajmal. You loved him. He loved you. He was a good man. Don't forget him. Live on for him. He would want you to do it for his memory."


"Thank you, Steven and Tim," Giles replied. "I will be out after I finish unpacking some things."


"Whenever you are ready, Giles," Tim said as we turned and left Giles's room.


"AJ will never stop surprising us, Steven," Tim said. "Get used to it."


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