by Zane Menzy
“Pfft. I know you’re just as upset as me, Matty Pie. You’re just using anger to mask your true emotions,” Jason said. “Anyway, how’s the flatmate hunt going?”
“Not too good. We have one last person due any second. If they’re ratshit, then it looks like it’ll just be me and Damon.” Matt looked down the hall at the front door. He could see a looming silhouette behind the glass. “They’ve actually just turned up, Jason. Shall I give you a call back tonight?”
“No. I’ll ring you. Save your money, sweet cheeks. Will’s loaded, he can afford the bill.”
“Okay, kept-woman. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” Just as Matt hung up the phone the person standing behind the door knocked. He walked down to let them in, expecting another disappointment that Damon would turn away. When he opened the door, Matt’s mouth dropped open. She was anything but a disappointment. She was fucking stunning! Slim with honey blonde curls that framed a tanned face which deserved to be on magazine covers.
“Hi, is this the place with a room to let?” She asked, giving Matt a smile that made him weak at the knees.
He nodded, struggling to find air to respond. “Ye-yes, it is. I’m Matt.” He put his hand out to shake the gorgeous woman’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Matt.” She shook his hand. “I’m Marie.”
Matt turned around to see Damon stomping down the hall a grumpy look on his face ‘till he saw Marie. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. “Are you here for the room?” he asked.
Marie nodded. “I am. It’s not taken already is it?”
“It only just went, sorry,” Damon said. He stepped forward standing beside Matt in the doorway.
“Oh, really?” Marie said, looking disappointed.
“Yeah. It went to you about five seconds ago,” Damon laughed. “If you want it that is?”
“Someone thinks their funny,” Marie said, rolling her eyes.
“He thinks he’s lots of things this one,” Matt said.
Damon wrapped his arm around Matt’s shoulder. “My devilishly good-looking best mate here comes with the place too. You must be thinking you just knocked on heaven’s door.”
Matt blushed. Happy to hear Damon refer to him as his best mate.
Marie looked the pair up and down as she smiled. “Well, show me this room, boys. I’ve lived with wankers before so that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Matt laughed, unable to shake the ecstatic grin from his face. Marie was an entirely new level of perfect. He stepped aside and welcomed his future, looking forward, not back.
The End
SUBMISSIVE SECRETS
Crashing Hearts — Book Three
Chapter One — Christmas Eve
It had been three weeks since Keegan lost his virginity to a supposedly straight man and joined the club. If Damon had been straight before that night in the cabin, he couldn’t claim to be entirely so now. Not after the way Keegan had fucked him so intrusively; spilling raw passion between the sheets in the form of sex sweat and sticky cum.
Keegan found the whole thing almost contradictory. It felt like he had become a man while making Damon somehow less of one. The nature of their hook up was dubious to say the least. There was no denying that Keegan had tricked Damon into doing it. He had been like a sexual monster in virgin’s clothing. What had started as innocent questions, soon morphed into curious physical exploring leading to Damon’s face buried in a pillow with his arse up in the air, waiting to be taken… hard.
The pairing was all sorts of wrong. Keegan was barely eighteen and Damon was thirty-seven. Admittedly, Damon looked young and hot for his age. Oddly, Keegan had never known just how dick-stiffening attractive this man really was until that fateful night. His gym-chiselled chest, short brown hair and moss-green eyes all combined to give him a beauty not many of God’s creatures could claim.
What made it particularly bad wasn’t the age-gap but who Damon was—which perhaps explained why Keegan had never viewed him in a sexual light. He was Keegan’s father’s best mate. Matthew Andrews and Damon Harris had been best friends for twenty years and while Keegan had grown up barely seeing his globetrotting father, he had grown to know Damon very well. Damon would swoop into town every few months to check how Keegan and his mum were doing. It was like Damon’s job to turn up and remind Keegan how awesome his busy and selfish father was.
Secretly Keegan was relieved that his father didn’t visit. His reception would not be a warm one. Keegan’s mum tolerated her ex but Keegan’s grandparents were not fond at all of anyone from the Andrews family who they openly referred to as being “basic.”
Damon’s routine visits through the years made him a sort of surrogate uncle. It was this role—and his status as a close family friend—that made what they did together so scandalous. Still, none of that took away just how damn hot it had been using Damon and treating him dismissively.
As Keegan now sat at home in his bedroom, half-heartedly playing an online game, he felt a shiver tap his spine as he remembered how brutal he had been. He had shown Damon no mercy in the cabin that night by the lake. On a small rickety bed, he had peeled away Damon’s clothes and dignity, layer by layer, until the man was left naked and without pride. The whole ordeal had been unflinching and raw with carnal wanting. It wasn’t love. It was fucking. Pure undiluted fucking.
Keegan was shocked by his own actions and how ruthless he could be in that moment. That moment where his cock did all the thinking and showed him how capable he was of being commanding and in charge. But the most shocking part of the experience wasn’t his self-discovery for sadistic tastes but Damon’s acceptance of submission. After all the wriggling, reluctance and gritted teeth, Damon let go of his body and had submitted to what was being done to him; gasping in pleasure, wanting more, begging to be made an example of.
Keegan had obliged. He wanted nothing more than to teach the older womanizer a lesson. The man who paraded as a surrogate uncle figure, always claiming to be Keegan’s mate, deserved all of it. He had needed to pay for what he had done.
The night before the cabin trip had been Keegan’s eighteenth birthday party. It was supposed to have been one of the defining nights of his life when his girlfriend Tess said she would be giving him the best present of all. Sex! But it wasn’t to be. In the middle of the chaotic evening Keegan had lost sight of Tess, only to find her later hidden in the shadows hooking up with Damon. Keegan hadn’t said anything. He had run off in shock before they spotted him.
He had planned to try and block out the scummy betrayal. Pretend it never happened. He loathed conflict and he did not see how he could bring up what he had witnessed without causing some sort of major drama. He probably could have erased it from his memory eventually had he not woken up the next day to be hijacked with a boy’s weekend away. As part of his birthday present, Damon was taking him away to stay at the Lakes Forest Park. Just the two of them.
Driving for miles only to be cooped up in a small cabin with the same man who had just fucked his girlfriend felt more like a punishment than a birthday present. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere with the arrogant prick proved too much. Keegan’s emotions were so freshly bruised from what Damon had done that he let his mind go to some dark places and those places were what set the whole event in motion.
Later that evening when Damon crawled into bed, half-naked and drunk, Keegan’s dubious desire came out to play and make Damon pay for robbing him of his first-time. If Keegan couldn’t have Tess then Damon’s arse would have to fulfil the cherry popping honour.
As great as it had felt reducing Damon to little more than a fuck-hole, Keegan didn’t expect what came after he came. The guilt. An avalanche of the ghastly emotion seized him immediately once he ejaculated in the condom buried deep inside Damon’s arse. Keegan began to cry. Regardless of what Damon had done, it didn’t seem to warrant this. It didn’t matter how Damon had seemingly enjoyed it…eventually. That didn’t stop Keegan feeling like he was a monster. A monster who
had gone too far.
Damon had heard his crying and was like a fucking knight in shining armour to the rescue, he made Keegan hop back in the same bed and he cuddled him, kissing him, telling him it was all okay. He assured Keegan we all make mistakes. The tenderness of their bodies wrapped together was oddly healing and it did help Keegan calm down enough to fall asleep beside Damon’s warm body.
Keegan got up from his seat and went to close his bedroom door. All this reminiscing of his raunchy evening was bringing on his hundredth hard-on of the day. He toddled back to his chair and brought up a web page to look for porn and beat one out.
GAY DOM FUCKS SUB he typed into the screen. This was his new porn preference. He had always had a tendency to watch BDSM videos but now it was exclusively gay content. No more hetero sites, just full on same-sex fucking and sadistic attitudes.
Before sleeping with Damon, Keegan had been confused. Unsure what he was or what he wanted. He had been dating Tess for two years while also carrying lecherous thoughts for his best mate, Liam; the black-haired, blue eyed stud whose every inch of his five-feet-eleven height was a thing of pure beauty. Keegan hadn’t been sure just what the feelings were about—until Damon.
Admittedly, he would jack off every day thinking about what Liam’s cock would taste and feel like in his mouth, but he wasn’t convinced these queer feelings were real. It was probably just some weird phase that would pass. He didn’t want to be any different from his mates. But now Keegan knew he was different. He wasn’t the same as his mates. Thanks to Damon, answers were given and secrets had been made between the sheets. He didn’t want others knowing this side of himself existed. That this was who he was.
Only Damon knows my secret.
Keegan scrolled through the list of videos appearing in his search results. He clicked on one with two twinks as the stars. One blond, one ginger. He felt a bit vain admiring the blond boy who bore more than a little resemblance to Keegan with his pretty face, olive skin and slim frame. The boy’s large cock even looked the same—eight inches of thick flesh.
The ginger boy was tied to a tree, his face grinding against the bark while his smooth back and arse were left exposed. The blond boy tickled him, taunting his ginger lover with threats about how hard he was going to fuck him against the rough surface of the tree. Keegan grabbed hold of his dick, groping it to life. He imagined himself in his doppelganger’s shoes, taking charge and having his wicked way. Keegan briefly wondered if the two boys would feel as weird after fucking as he had with Damon. They at least had the luxury of being on a film set and could walk away after somebody shouted “cut.” That hadn’t been the case for Keegan and Damon.
When Keegan had woken the next morning in the cabin it had reeked of sex. A strong, stuffy smell that was quite unlike anything he had inhaled before. He slipped Damon’s draped arm free of his naked body and rolled out of bed. Damon’s snoring told him his surrogate uncle was well and truly locked in slumber. Keegan stepped over the used rubber on the floor and quietly got dressed, letting his first-time sleep in. Closing the cabin door gently behind him, Keegan had gone for a walk around the lake, trying to clear away some of his still-lingering guilt. With traces of spunk still glued to his skin, Keegan had felt like a murderer with blood on his hands.
By the time he had returned to the cabin, Damon was awake and sitting having a coffee at the small table beside the kitchenette. Fiddly small chat ensued but to Keegan’s relief—and immense gratitude—Damon didn’t mention any of what had transpired between them. Try as they might to act normal, it didn’t work. The small chat never went beyond tricky short sentences like, “Nice day outside by the looks.”
Keegan’s anger with Damon had vanished for what he had done with Tess. The older man had earnt his forgiveness. But sex had caused a new kind of rift. An awkwardness Keegan had never experienced. He had known this man his whole life but the moment he breached the friction of Damon’s arsehole had made them become strangers.
After Damon finished his coffee he asked if Keegan fancied going home a day early. He answered “Yes” in a heartbeat. The relief on Damon’s face was palpable. Keegan assumed that Damon feared his arse being on the block for a second night in a row if they stayed. They packed up their belongings at lightning-speed and jumped in Damon’s car to come home. The whole way Keegan sat in the passenger seat in complete silence. They didn’t look each other in the eye. As Damon dropped him off outside his house they still didn’t say a word. They swapped knowing glances at one another. A look that translated so clearly it didn’t need subtitles; we will NEVER speak of this!
Keegan was getting close to reaching his climax, his hand slipping up and down his spit-lubed rod at a furious pace. The blond boy had slapped the ginger lad’s arse so hard his cheeks were redder than his hair and now his arse was being fucked with vicious intent. Keegan’s mouth creaked out saggy gasps as he was about to spurt his load.
Screeeeeeeeech. The high-pitched noise of his mum’s car tires told Keegan she was home.
He let go of his cock.
Fucking hell!
Annoyed at being robbed of an orgasm, Keegan slipped his erection back under his pants and shut the porn off, willing his cock to go down. He quickly brought up a clean google page just as his mum’s footsteps sounded down the hallway’s wooden floor.
A soft tap emitted from behind his door and his mother asked, “Is it okay if I come in?”
Keegan faked a laugh. “Yes, Mum. I ain’t cutting up the bodies of my victims.”
His mother opened the door and poked her head in. She had just gone and had herself a haircut. She walked in, smiling, waiting for some sort of compliment at how amazing her hairdo looked. “What do you think?” she asked, touching the side of her freshly-dyed and barely chopped hair.
“It looks really nice,” Keegan said, despite hardly noticing a difference. Her hair still hung just past her shoulders and the colour she had gotten was the same colour she always got. A sort of honey blonde that was her natural hair colour—the same as Keegan’s.
“Thank you, darling.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to make out what was on his computer screen. “What are you looking up?” she blurted. She went and stood beside him with an almost whimsical look on her pretty face.
Keegan shuffled his seat closer to the desk so his pointed crotch would be hidden. “Oh, nothing. I was just about to look up some of the courses at Auckland Uni,” he lied.
“Yes. You’re running out of time, Keegan. You need to hurry up and make up your mind. If you’re not going off to study then you’ll need to start looking for work if you plan on staying around here and getting a flat in town.”
Keegan frowned. “What makes you think I’ll go flatting?”
“Wouldn’t you want to? I assumed you and Liam would go find a flat together,” she said, tugging on her hair. “You don’t want to stay at home living with me, surely.”
“You sound like you want to get rid of me.”
“Not at all, darling. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I just know that when I turned eighteen I couldn’t wait to get away from the nest and be independent.” She stepped over to his bedroom window, inspecting the overgrown backyard and changed the topic, “I don’t suppose you could mow the lawns for me today, could you?”
“I thought you had decided to pay someone to mow them?”
“That was when I thought you were fully decided on moving to Auckland to study. Why waste my money when my big strong son can mow them for me?” His mother flashed him a cheeky smile.
Keegan rolled his eyes as he gripped hold of one of his tanned biceps on show in the loose singlet he was wearing. “I don’t think my skinny arms count as big and strong.”
“Maybe not,” his mother sighed. “But your labour is free.”
“Okay. But I am going to visit Liam soon and when I come back I’ll mow them.”
“Thank you.” Keegan’s mother looked delighted to hear that the jungle of a lawn would finally be
taken care of. “It will be nice to have outside looking good for when Damon arrives this evening.”
“Damon,” Keegan replied in a shrill voice. “What’s he doing coming here.”
“It’s Christmas Eve. You know he comes for Christmas most years.” She narrowed her eyes, furrowing her brow.
“But why this year?”
“I know you find him annoying but do try to be nice,” his mother soothed. “He does try his best by you. Remember how generous he was for your birthday giving you what he did.”
“Sorry,” Keegan said, jolted by his mother’s sentence. “What do you mean?”
She gave him a funny look. “The money he gave you. That was very generous of him so do try to be nice. He may give you some more for Christmas.”
“Oh, yeah.” Keegan rested back into his seat, calming down his minds worry that his mother knew their secret.
“Anyway, I’m going to go put up this pesky Christmas tree.”
“Christmas is tomorrow. Why bother.” Keegan laughed.
“Because Santa won’t bring your presents if he doesn’t see the tree up.”
“We can’t have that can we,” Keegan said sarcastically.
“Anyway, if you hear me scream and a loud crashing sound then that will be the tree and the raggedy old angel falling down on top of me.”
“The angel isn’t raggedy,” Keegan said defensively on behalf of the angel that felt like a family heirloom.
“Maybe if you had bothered to help me put the tree up in the last five years, you’d know that she looks like she’s been getting chemotherapy.”
Keegan laughed then asked reluctantly, “Would you like me to come help?”
“No, it’s fine. You can be spared Christmas tree duty if you promise to have those lawns mowed before Damon gets here.” She gave him the sternest look she knew how, which wasn’t all that stern.
“Consider it done.” Keegan nodded.
“Thank you, darling. Now I’ll leave you to get back to researching university.” His mother chuckled. “And don’t worry I will stomp loudly if I have to come ask for any help. I know how much boys like to be left alone when researching their future.”