Raymond

[Bareback_austin]

He heard his phone vibrate on the small table next to him. He glanced over as it lit up showing a text from Nelson. Shawn rolled his eyes and ignored it and focused on the sloppy blowjob he was receiving from his DL neighbor. The phone vibrated again. This time the neighbor lifted his head enough and glanced at Shawn’s phone. Annoyed, Shawn grabbed his phone and pushed the dude back down on his cock, the dude gagged and spit as the log invaded his throat.

“You free in about 45? I’ve got a newbie. Thomas is here too.”

Shawn stood up without warning and his neighbor fell back but caught himself quickly.

“What the fuck…”

“Shut the fuck up. You need to get out of here.”

The neighbor began to say something, but Shawn cut him off.

“Be careful or you’ll leave empty handed,” he said while he pulled open a small box then held up a small bag of tina and gently shook it as he teased his neighbor raising his eyebrows in jest.

“One of these days that isn’t going to work on me,” the neighbor said as he put the baggie into his front pocket. 

“But that day isn’t today. I’ll give you what you really want this weekend. And save some of that, you’re going to need it. Until then, fuck off.”

Shawn winked at his neighbor who smiled and shook his head and walked out the door Shawn held open for him. Once he was gone Shawn jumped in the shower. 15 minutes later he stood before his fogged-up bathroom mirror and gave it a wipe. He looked at himself and began flexing his pecs and rubbing his own biceps. At 30 years old Shawn was proud of the shape he kept compared to some men his age. Shawn stood at just below 6’ and weighed a beefy 200lbs. His bright red hair, which he kept short, stood out against his pale skin. Shawn admired himself as his hands roamed his still wet body. Even if he didn’t have bright red hair and porcelain skin Shawn would stand out in a crowd. His smile is what drew people in. Shawn was always smiling and always trying to add excitement and fun into any situation he was in. He was a magnet for good times and his carefree attitude only heightened his appeal as a man to be around. 

While some considered his smile or his personality his best feature, he knew the real truth. He knew what really motivated him. He reached down and grabbed the heavy hog between his legs. Soft, his dick was a sight to behold. Pale and plump and hanging at just under 6 inches, Shawn gave it a gentle squeeze and pull and watched it slowly engorge. Shawn loved to have fun and be the life of the party, but he knew that the only reason the sluts in his life were so attentive was because of his dick. He didn’t care. He was happy to fuck and use the fags around him just the way they used him. His cock, now reaching its full potential, gave a slight curve upward and looked like a pale summer sausage straining against its own casing. At 11 inches long and almost as girthy as a bottle of wine, Shawn loved his dick more than anything else in his life other than his mom and younger brother. He had always been treated differently once it was found out how magnificent his dick was, and he eventually learned to lean into it and used it to his advantage whenever he could.

He had an okay job and a degree from an okay university which allowed him to be comfortable in life. Not filthy rich but not struggling either. He owned his home outright as well as his car. He took vacations regularly and had friends across the US. But it was his cock that gave him the ability to live a life of pleasure and debauchery that he had come to love.
But it wasn’t always this way. Growing up the boys in his class would mock him for cock he was born with. For years he would try to hide it and was embarrassed by its size and the fact that he and his brother were being raised by a single mother in a tiny trailer home only added to cruelty he received. It wasn’t until his 18th birthday, just days before he went off to college that he began to see his cock in a different light.

He always knew he was gay. But being poor and insecure, Shawn never acted on his desires because he had become so used to being mocked, he didn’t want to open that door for anyone else. Being poor also meant his internet access usually only happened at school or the library and he didn’t want to risk any unwanted attention by looking up any type of gay porn on shared computers. And what free time he had he had to look out for his younger brother while their mom worked two jobs.

But that changed when he got his cell phone. Shawn felt like a kid in a candy store with the amount of porn at his fingertips. Shawn couldn’t take his hands off his cock anytime he was alone with his phone. Soon the need to have a person touching his cock took over and he decided to take the risk try to meet someone to release with. 

He was poor and insecure, but not an idiot. He knew what Grindr was as he heard two of his gay classmates talk about it from time to time. Now it was his turn. He downloaded the app, filled out the necessary information but then hesitated on when it came to post a picture. But decided on a just a quick snapshot of his torso would do and in second his profile was live.

“Newbie looking for…” was all he put while also not mentioning his cock or position. That didn’t matter as the vultures came out in full force looking for fresh meat. Shawn had never really worked out, but he maintained his thin body because he walked everywhere and would often give what little food he had to his little brother after he had a bite or two.
It wasn’t until strangers started asking to see pics of his ass and cock that he began to feel differently about himself. He was hesitant to share at first but while he was expecting laughter or mean-spirited comments about his cock, he was shocked when all that came back his way was vulgar positivity that complimented his dick like he had never heard before. But even then it was too much to take in. He chatted with four profiles and became overwhelmed with the things being sent his way. He had never had a single sexual experience with another man and here he was receiving message telling him he needed to “pound my pussy until I’m a sloppy mess,” or, “fuck me like a whore with that pink missile.” 

Thinking back on it now Shawn laughed and smiled. His first semester in college was a true awakening and he hadn’t looked back since. He knew what he had, and he knew the power it held but because he had such a winning personality he was able to never really be perceived the way some men where who only had a big dick and nothing else. 

Shawn gave his cock another squeeze before stepping out the bathroom. His guests would be here shortly, and his cock flexed and produced a small amount of precum thinking about the newbie Nelson was bringing over. Nelson never disappointed as he always arrived with a prime piece of ass in tow. 

Shawn had a pep to his step as he made his way downstairs into his favorite room in the house. His basement was large and opened up right as you turned off the staircase. It was a typical basement den: big screen tv, comfy couches, a kitchenette and bar. Behind the couch was a door that led to a full bath and walking past the couch and tv was the only other door down there and that led to his play area.

This wasn’t anything special compared to sex dens that were decked out with every contraption known to man, but Shawn was proud of his set up. He had remodeled the space himself. The large room had enough space to hold a queen-sized bed, a sling, a fuck bench and a modest desktop computer set up with a cam and speakers that were connected to another big screen tv. Opposite the sling was a small chest of drawers that contained the things necessary to help whatever bottom of the day get wound up and ready for a fuck that was almost never pleasurable without the aid of chemical enhancements. Shawn grinned and thought about the hundreds of sluts who said they could take him but eventually tried to tap out and go home. He opened up the second drawer and removed a lockbox big enough to hold a few books. But instead of books the lockbox held the key to making a bottom beg for his monster meat even as it was tearing them open. He grinned again, removing a bigger bag of tina than what he gave his neighbor. His long-time dealer had just freshly hooked him up that morning along with the g that was in the freezer next to the dresser. He grabbed a few fresh rigs, a rubber tourniquet, his digital scale and a smaller sealed canister of fine tina dust.

He couldn’t help but hum a happy tune as he shifted from one foot to the other doing a little dance as he anticipated his guests.

Shawn had a great personality but that rarely extended into the bedroom after he spent time with a daddy named Devon and his 24-year-old boyfriend Wayne. Being 18 and new to topping he was cautious with the men he fucked. If they asked to stop because he was too big he would, without question. But that changed when he was asked to be a part of his first threesome with Devon and Wayne. Devon saw Shawn’s cock and couldn’t stop thinking about how much it needed to tear Wayne apart. Shawn lubed up his dick as Wayne spread his cheeks open, Devon standing next to Shawn, arm around him whispering how big of slut his boyfriend is. He barely had the head in before Wayne whined about the size and asked for more lube. Devon, annoyed, grabbed Wayne’s head and shoved it into the mattress and told him to shut the fuck up. He then asked Shawn to step back. Shawn thought it was over, like it had been so many times before. But the Devon went into their closet and came back with a small blue case. He pulled out a small bag of white/clear-ish rocks and held one up between his fingers for Shawn to see. 

“He just needs a bit of encouragement,” the boyfriend smiled as he put the rock into the waiting ass before him. The bottom winced.
“Lots of encouragement, actually.” He laughed and spoke to his boyfriend, “Shh. It’s a big one because you’re going to need it.” 

Wayne calmed down and laid there as the rock began to dislove. 

He then leaned over and whispered to Shawn, “He’s about to be royally fucked but that’s his problem when he sobers up and deals with the damage. I gave him about double the size of the largest booty bump he has ever received. In a bit you can fuck this slut without him fucking whining.” 

Shawn put it all together and quickly realized what had just gone up inside the bottom. Although he had never done drugs he was aware of them and the dangers they posed.

He was hesitant, “This is my first time being around that…stuff,” Shawn said a bit meekly. He was almost ready to leave. He was on scholarship and his mind began to think about what would happen if anyone found out he was around crystal meth. Devon waved him off. Shawn got to thinking: He loved sex and he began to realize the potential in front of him as he saw Devon and Wayne interact.

He had been at university for just over 4 months and yet had the opportunity to truly fuck like he had seen his favorite porn stars do. His dick got him attention, but the bottoms could never take it fully. The wheels were turning in his head as he looked at the ass below him. He heard a click to his right and saw the boyfriend with a small torch heating a glass pipe. He was transfixed as he saw the boyfriend heat the pipe and slowly inhale. He stepped to Shawn and placed his lips over his and gave him his first hit of tina. Shawn wasn’t expecting it but once he realized what was going on he gave in and let it happen 3 more times. It happened so quickly and it didn’t feel wrong.

Shawn felt powerful. His dick felt bigger, more engorged than ever before. He wanted nothing more than to fuck, to ravage, to release. Devon saw the animal awaken and smiled at Shawn just has he had smiled at the many college boys he had corrupted in his life. But corrupting a top with potential like Shawn was a very special occasion. 

“Here, let me show you how to hit it yourself.” 

Devon gave Shawn a helpful tutorial before gently grabbing the Ginger’s cock and pulling him toward the waiting ass before him. The boyfriend slathered on copious amounts of lube as Shawn exhaled a large cloud that surprised Devon. 

“Atta boy. Now, claim your prize.”

By now Wayne was beginning to feel the effects of the giant rock Devon pushed into him.

Shawn began to ease into hole the before him. He met resistance after the head entered as his cock flared out a bit at that point. 

“Hold on, let me get down there so he can suck my dick and focus on me.”

Devon laid down and shimmied forward to his boyfriend with his feet gently resting on Wayne’s thighs. The slut greedily took his boyfriend’s cock in his mouth while Devon placed his hands on the slut’s shoulders. An evil grin overtook Devon’s face.

“Ready?” he asked. Shawn nodded but didn’t realize what Devon actually meant. Shawn’s head remained lodged in Wayne, and he heard him moan. He looked down and saw that the slut had his boyfriend’s dick out of his mouth and was moaning at the head stretching him. 

The boyfriend winked at Shawn with that grin still beaming up at him.

“Hold on tight,” was all he said before he braced his feet against Wayne’s thighs and pushed him back by his shoulders with such a force that Shawn was fully inside Wayne in less than 3 seconds. 

Everyone was taken by surprise. The drugs inside the slut seemed to evaporate has he screamed in pain and clawed at Shawn and tried to move forward but his boyfriend’s feet were expertly placed on his thighs to stop any forward movement. Anticipating Wayne would try to sit up on his knees, Devon moved one leg and hooked it over Wayne’s neck and pushed him into the mattress with the strength of his lower body. 
Shawn was horrified at what this man was doing to his boyfriend, but he couldn’t ignore the tightness around his cock that was quivering and fluttering at the invasion. Wayne’s hole was spasming and him trying to get off the cock was enough friction to cause him to shoot within 45 seconds of fully impaling the slut. It was the first time he had ever bottomed out and it was magnificent. Shawn saw stars, shuddered and gave a roar that even surprised himself before shooting the biggest load of his life  

He basked in the feeling before coming back down to reality. He wasn’t inside the slut for more than 2 minutes as he began to pull out. 

“Fucking hot,” the boyfriend said as he looked down at Shawn’s still hard cock. “You’re still hard as fuck after all that?”

Shawn was feeling all sorts of things at that moment. But the boyfriend eased Shawn’s mind. He handed him the pipe and torch.

“Stay right here. Two hits. I’ll be right back.”

The boyfriend stepped into the bathroom and was back as Shawn was beginning his second hit. He stood behind Shawn, one hand rubbing his smooth body and the other gently wiping his cock clean with a warm cloth. Shawn closed his eyes as the boyfriend whispered.

“Don’t worry about that slut,” he said. “See, look.”

Shawn glanced down and observed the warm, white washcloth.

“Yeah, he’s hurt but he’s not bleeding out,” Devon said. 

The washcloth had small flecks of pink mixed with the massive load he had released.
“Wayne is a worthless whore and your cock is a masterpiece,” he said as he sat next to his whimpering boyfriend. “And sluts like this will coming crawling back to you even after you ruin them. Trust me.” He began to rub his boyfriend’s back and was being extremely loving and comforting. “You’ve got a lot to learn, and I’d be happy to help you. But first you have to come to terms with the possibility of blood covering your cock after you fuck. You’re fucking huge dude, you have to know blood might be an issue sometimes.”

Shawn considered the scene before him, the drugs making him think from a different perspective. But he couldn’t shake the guilt of causing the dude below him immense pain, but he felt like Devon had a point. He looked down and realized he was still hard. The guilt began to fade as he began to think about how good his cock felt when lodged inside that dude’s hole.

Devon saw the gears turning inside Shawn’s head.

“How about this: take a seat over there and watch me treat this faggot how he deserves to be treated.” Devon hopped back up and made his way to the closet once more but this time returning with a larger toiletry bag. He placed it on the bedside table and removed an orange-tipped syringe, a rubber tourniquet and aalcohol swab. Shawn’s eyes grew wide. 

“Fucking relax dude. Fuck,” Devon shook his head and sounded beyond annoyed before man-handling his boyfriend. He placed Wayne on all fours despite his protest and then he eased two fingers inside his boyfriend who tried to get away.

“Forget what I said. Get over here and put your cock in his mouth,” he said to Shawn, but the Ginger hesitated.

“Do it! Now!” Devon raised his voice. Shawn may have had an enormous dick, but Devon was almost twice his age and Shawn obeyed on instinct. Devon smiled to himself and knew he had him and switched into teacher mode. 

“Yeah, I may have went a bit overboard just now but let’s move past that, shall me? I saw how quick you bred this worthless slut,” Devon gave Wayne’s ass 3 hard slaps. “That dick went somewhere new today, huh?”

Shawn nodded in silence as strange feelings of admiration begin to form toward Devon. 

“That’s what I thought. This faggot had to pay the price for you experiencing something new. Better him than you. Remember that.”

Shawn slapped Wayne’s ass once more before yanking the slut’s right arm from beneath him and twisting it behind his back. Wayne fell forward, ass in the air as Devon held his arm in place. He leaned closer to Wayne, “You know what happens if I miss. Get it together or get the fuck out.” He spit on Waynes back and the slut let out a sad sigh and remained motionless.

“For starters,” he continued, “With that cock you have command of any room you’re in and sluts like this will gladly do anything for it. Isn’t that right, faggot?”

Devon twisted Wayne’s arm.

“Yes, Sir.” He barely whimpered.

Shawn was processing everything before him. All he wanted to do all day was get off and now he’s being mentored on how to properly fuck. Shawn knew he should have left and never looked back but teenage hormones overpowered even the mightiest of logic as his dick twitched hearing the slut say, “Yes, Sir.”

Devon was doing cartwheels in his head because he couldn’t believe how lucky he was as he watched Shawn’s defenses go down. 

“See,” Devon sneered, “This piece of shit here is letting me do whatever I want because he only really craves one thing,” Devon released Wayne’s arm but quickly snapped, “Don’t fucking move that arm!” 

Wayne remained motionless as he kept his arm behind his own back. 

“And I am not talking about the drugs,” Devon said as he tightened the tourniquet around Wayne’s arm. “6 pumps then hold,” he said. 

Shawn watched the scene unfold. This was an entirely new situation for him. He’d never been in a threesome, let alone with another top who had absolute control of his boyfriend. His dick twitched again. 

“Tell me you don’t want to be in my position, Shawn. Tell me you aren’t turned on by how easy it is to put worthless sluts in their place, like this piece of trash here. Tell me that finally getting that lovely cock of yours deep into this hole here wasn’t the best feeling you’ve had so far.”

Shawn couldn’t disagree. His cock was wired to his brain, and he wanted what Devon had. But he had to make sure. He raised his hand as if to ask a question. Devon looked up and burst out laughing. Wayne, caught off guard by the change in atmosphere, tried looking up.

“I told you not to fucking move,” Devon was off the bed and shoved Shawn out of the way and got right in front of his boyfriend’s face and leaned in until his mouth was pushed up next to his left ear and as he whispered. Shawn didn’t hear what Devon said but he saw Wayne’s reaction. Wayne blinked fast to try and stop the tears that were coming. But it was useless. Devon whispered one more thing, stood and gently slapped Wayne across his right cheek as a few tears silently fell.

From what Shawn gathered through their initial conversations was that Wayne was 24 years old and had a job working at one of the big banks in town. He had his life together, but here he was crying due to whatever Devon just said and he just endured it. He had the power to leave, to get up off that bed and walk out the door but he stayed. Shawn began stroking his dick. Wayne looked up at Shawn, sad and pathetic, pleading with his eyes and the tears slowly began to stop. Shawn took a chance.

“Don’t look at me. I’m not here to help you.” 

Shawn wasn’t as menacing as he had hoped. While Wayne looked down, dejected. Devon gave a small laugh. Shawn felt foolish.

“No, I am not laughing at you,” Devon was back in position, needlessly wrenching Wayne’s arm to find a prominent vein. He found what he was looking for before uncapping the syringe with his teeth. He examined the tip of the syringe before continuing, “It’s not easy discovering the dark parts of ourselves that bring us pleasure.” He found a vein and expertly inserted the needle and quickly pulled back just slight to produce a flash of crimson. 

Shawn began jacking his cock with more intent, hunger in his eyes. 

“I laughed because you’re going to turn over a new leaf and it makes me happy,” he said while slowly pushing the plunger, releasing the contents into Wayne’s aching arm. He removed the needle, pulled the tourniquet, released Wayne’s arm briefly but quickly grabbed it again, but swung it forward and then upward as he placed the alcohol swab at the injection site. 
Shawn couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Devon held Wayne’s arm above his head while Wayne began to cough and gasp for air.

“He’ll be fine. Just wait a few seconds.” Devon, satisfied there would be no bleeding, released Wayne’s arm and he fell onto his chest, ass up. Wayne was on a different planet. He was moaning and begging to be used and fucked. Moments ago he was in tears and now, here he was something completely different.

“See,” Devon said. “Sluts will do anything for cock.”

Devon spit on his very respectable 8.5” cock and shoved it in Wayne in one go. Shawn was expecting protest and pleas, but Wayne gave a needy sigh and moaned in pleasure as Devon began pummeling his hole. 

“I’ll warm him up, but you’re the main event. Make him suck your cock.”

Shawn stepped up and grabbed Wayne by the hair and put his mouth on this cock. 

Devon smiled, pleased with what he was about to create. 

Three hours later Shawn arrived back at his dorm having dropped 8 loads deep in Wayne’s wrecked hole. He wasn’t even aware he could cum that much but as he plopped down on his dorm room’s twin sized bed, he gave his cock a tug already thinking about Devon’s invitation to come back over the weekend. 

That seemed like a lifetime ago. Those four years of college were highlighted by the lessons taught to him by Devon. Separated by hours, Shawn doesn’t get to see Devon as much as he’d like but they talk regularly. Devon opened up Shawn’s eyes to his true potential which allowed him to unapologetically be himself in every aspect of his life. A smile came across his face. He got everything in order in just a few minutes before bounding up the stairs to his cellphone. 

He had a text from Nelson, but he ignored it. He found Devon’s name and sent off a quick text.

“Fresh meat being delivered. I’ll let you know when to hop on cam.”

Devon replied quickly, “A show? Or one-on-one?”

“The more the merrier.”

“I’ll be waiting, stud.”

Shawn then found Nelson’s text: On our way. ETA 15 minutes

Shawn glanced at the clock. He couldn’t help but feel giddy thinking about the prize Nelson was about to drop at his feet. 

[Bareback_austin]

NOTE: This entry has a strong focus on character development by looking into the past with a bit more emphasis on Thomas. Though sex and the mention of drugs are a part of this entry, what follows below gives more insight into the dynamics between Nelson and Thomas and how they developed their sexual identities. This is a long entry  

 

Nelson fell backwards onto his bed and closed his eyes. The soft comforter was cool and inviting on his naked and freshly showered body. He tried clearing his mind, but every time hewas on the brink of that blissful blankness Raymond crashed his thoughts. Raymond, an airplane falling from the sky, engulfed in flames, spinning out of control and heading straight for the one responsible for altering its trajectory. Nelson opened his eyes and saw Thomas standing at the end of the bed smiling down at his friend.

“He’s a real piece of work, huh?” Thomas said as he placed a joint in his mouth and sat on the floor just below Nelson, his back against the bedframe and mattress. He lit the joint and took two deep drags before holding it up for Nelson to accept. 

Nelson gladly accepted and took two hits before passing it back to Nelson. 

“He’s….,” Nelson couldn’t finish, all that came to mind was that burning, spinning ball of flame getting closer and closer and all he could do was look up. 

“Ungrateful,” Thomas said, finishing Nelson’s thought as he passed the joint back to his friend.

“Yep,” Nelson agreed, taking another hit, “definitely ungrateful.” He began to feel is dick grow.

“And enraging,” Thomas continued as he took the joint back from Nelson, thinking of what Raymond’s back would look like after a few strikes of his leather belt.

Nelson smiled in agreement before reaching down and rubbing his fingertips through Thomas’ jet-black hair. Thomas closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. 

“The kid’s gorgeous though,” Nelson said.

“He sure the fuck is,” Thomas agreed, “but he’s also a fucking problem.”

Thomas reluctantly shook his head to get Nelson to stop his fingers from running through his hair then effortlessly stood and hopped over his friend before landing face-up on the bed next to him. The two lay there in silence, each unaware that they were referring to two entirely different problems caused by one boy who lay, still bound, in a room down the hall. 

 

***

 

It would be a safe bet to say that Nelson and Thomas were each other’s closest friend. Many assumed they were dating due to the affection they showed each other. They could go days without a text or a call. They could also be found at the other’s place for days at a time, each inviting an unsuspecting bottom (or soon-to-be bottom) over, comparing notes, taking delight as their victim limps and sulks to his waiting Uber. For them, breaking a bottom means breaking his spirit. It didn’t always happen but they always tried. 

The two met about 4 years ago when Nelson had moved to town to begin his freshman year at the local university. Nelson was 19and Thomas was just a few weeks shy of his 24th birthday. Thomas had been invited to a cumdump’s hotel room to drop aload. He couldn’t resist a cummy hole and given the serious case of blue balls he had he was primed to breed and hopefully get some aggression out.

“But not too much,” he reminded himself over and over. 

His appetites verged on the unhinged and he had been taking special care to unleash only on those who wanted it rather than making the decision for the unsuspecting trick. It was an exercise in restraint and every slut he encountered could be the unlucky one, a thought that drove him wild. Unpredictability was one of Thomas’ greatest skills. He got off on the chaotic mania, a skill he continuously honed on his quest to his own self-fulfillment. Although Thomas began his sexual journey later in life compared to many other men his age, he always knew what made him complete on the inside: undoing the masculine.

Thomas’ first taste came at an early age and was far from sexual, but it was the moment that made him into what he is today. When Thomas was 6 years old his mother married a mechanic named Daryl. Thomas’ father wasn’t out of the picture, but his mother often prevented Thomas from seeing him, making remarks about how he wasn’t a “real man.” This was a common phrase Thomas heard almost every time he brought up the topic of his dad. And when she married Daryl she made it clear that Daryl was a “real man,” someone who could provide for them. To Thomas, Daryl was lazy, mean and nothing at all like the person he remembered his father to be. Although cruel to his mom, she never stopped singing his praises. Thomas’ mother’s fixation on masculinity was a constant in his life. It all finally came to a head on Thomas’ 9th birthday.

Thomas was running around their backyard when he started to hear the whispers.

“He cut the cake?!?”

“He’s actually eating it in front of Thomas?”

“I think he even lit the candle…”

As he looked around at the adults he felt the unease as their eyes avoided his. He went to investigate. Perhaps he was expecting a neat block to be missing but even at his age he was shocked to see the entire cake cut in half, with one half having fallen on to the table and the other looked as if a hand had taken a piece. Thomas stomped to his stepdad who was sitting in his favorite lawn chair and before he could even get close enough to say a single word, his stepdad began to laugh. It was an obvious manufactured laugh meant to mock. 

“Happy birthday, buddy! It’s called quality control!”

He bellowed loud enough for everyone to hear, producing the same forced laugh. Thomas turned and saw that all eyes were on him. The only word that came to mind was “cowards.” He turned back to his stepdad, but he couldn’t find the words.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, you can still relight the candle,” Daryl said as he reached over to his plate and tossed a burned candle in the shape of an ‘9’ to his stepson causing him to force out more laughs. Thomas saw red, tears running down his face. He ran into the kitchen hoping his mom, would do something, anything, but she was no use, giving different versions of the same excuse:
“It’s only a cake…,” “No one wants to see a boy cry…,” “He works hard, he deserves cake…” Thomas stood in the kitchen alone, his mom saying she will go get him a piece of cake to eat inside because “you’re embarrassing me.” He watched her step out the backdoor, giving a quick kiss to her husband before she returned with Thomas’ cake, grabbing a fork from the kitchen drawer. 

“Make sure not to throw this away like the plastic ones,” she turned and left her son alone, standing in their empty kitchen while his party continued outside.

Thomas looked out the back screen door and saw his stepdadstill sitting in his lawn chair, his back to Thomas, not a care in the world. Thomas studied the fork in his hand before putting it back in the drawer his mom had taken it from and then grabbed a small paring knife that sat next to the fork slot in the same drawer. Without thinking he bolted out the door and with all of his 9-year-old might, he brought down the 3-inch blade directly on Daryl’s left hand that was on the arm rest. He heard a “clink” and realized the blade went through his stepdad’s entire hand. Daryl’s howls of pain caused Thomas to laugh. He remembered Daryl’s fake, forced laughs. He tried imitating them, though theyturned to real laughs when he saw the look on Daryl’s face as he realized exactly what Thomas was doing. Chaos ensued. Daryl lunged at the 9-year-old but got tripped up by his own lawn chair. Thomas laughed even more. His mom didn’t know what to do so she began shaking him by the shoulders, screaming as Daryl had tears of pain running down his cheeks as he lay on the ground. Thomas’ friends trying to see what happened, their parents pulling them away even as they themselves craned their necks to see. Years later Thomas found out that his best friend’s dad had stopped anyone from calling 911 and threatened Daryl with further violence if he ever saw him act that way again. 

He didn’t have the words for it then but seeing that he had the power to diminish a “real man” stuck with him. His childhood found him bullying the bullies, constantly trying to one-up the alpha jocks he encountered in school and rebelling against the male authority figures in his life. As puberty set in, the punches and kicks he landed on the macho bullies stirred somethingwithin him that felt as natural as the sunrise. He asked his best friend once if he ever felt the same way. He avoided the subject when his friend called him a freak. 

He began picking fights, often targeting those much bigger and burlier than him and often winning. His reputation as a menace was only diminished by his reputation as someone never to fuck with. He’d often run home at a full sprint and feverishly jack off as he remembered the men twice his size doubled over in pain. Never once did he feel ashamed or embarrassed by these feelings though he knew to avoid talking publicly about them.Once he discovered the absolute bliss of pummeling a man with his cock and then discarding them, he never looked back. While he eventually grew out of only fucking masculine men, he found that sex without the ability to make a man feel like he lost part of himself to Thomas made the experience incomplete. 

As he approached the hotel room of the cumdump he chatted with earlier, he had high hopes he would get what he wanted. Thomas rarely had chances these days to fuck a hole how he wanted, not since he roughed up that kid Toby about a year and half ago. That was a beautiful mistake. He didn’t have to move to a new town, but it seemed like the best option. He was slowly getting into his groove in this new town and wanted to spread his sadistic wings and fly. But he was cautious. He couldn’t take;it had to be given. 

He knocked on the cumdump’s hotel room door expecting the 26-year-old Latin muscle twunk to greet him, but he was surprised when the cumdump didn’t answer the door, instead it was a naked and sweaty white boy who didn’t look older than 18. Thomas began to let his imagination run wild as this hunk of a young man stood in the open doorway for all to see. He was the embodiment of masculinity and Thomas wanted nothing more than to drag him out by the hair into the parking lot, bend him over his hood use him good before throwing him in his trunk and takin him to some abandoned cabin in the wood. His eyes were wild with lust. 

Nelson knew the look this stranger was giving him; it was a look he gave many times when he wanted to ruin a hole before ruining their life; it was the look of a predator waiting to pounce and devour. He received similar looks from men who wanted nothing more than wreck a 19-year-old, but the tan stranger in front of him was a reflection that Nelson hadn’t quite seen in any man before. He recognized something familiar. 

Nelson had never once desired to get fucked and made sure those around him knew it. He often had to resort to gut punches and left hooks to the jaw to get his point across when wandering hands and fingers thought they could persuade him. The way he had been sought after in the last year was empowering. He quickly learned how to get what he wanted and when he crossed a line by being too rough he would simply blame his age. 

“I’m sorry, I am still new at this,” worked like a charm but he knew it wouldn’t work forever. But that time wasn’t now. Nelson had no problem exploiting his own youth to get his way and had no plans to stop.  

Meeting his new guest’s hungry leer, Nelson quipped, “Not gonna happen,” while offering a wide smile. It was disarming. He gave a quick once over to the tanned young man in front of him who couldn’t be much older than himself. Nelson noticed a small sense of disappointment in the stranger, but he also saw an edge to him, and he wanted to see where this could go. He assumed his new guest was a top the cumdump invited but had failed to mention this to Nelson. He let his eyes linger on the new guest’s crotch before he heard him clear his throat. He looked at his guest, and without missing a beat he continued, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun,” Nelsonstepped aside so Thomas could have a look into room. He saw the cumdump on his back with his hands stretched above his head tied to the base of the headboard. Although he was lying flat he looked like he wasn’t comfortable. Thomas licked his lips as his dick began to grow when he noticed the bandana-turned-gag. Nelson pulled his new friend into the hotel room and made introductions as he began to remove Thomas’ clothes.

“I’m Nelson,” he said removing Thomas’ shirt before moving down to unbutton the jeans, “and that slut’s name isn’t important,” he said gesturing behind him with real disdain. Thomas’ heart skipped a beat.

“Thomas,” was all he could get out without looking at the tied up cumdump who looked like he had been put through an ordeal. The makeshift gag in his mouth was drenched in sweat and drool, his arms tied, but limp, eyes closed as he caught his breath. 

He was transfixed by this young hunk of a man who was expertly removing his clothes. He admired his smooth skin but as a warning sign appeared.

“Hold up,” Thomas reached down and gently grabbed the stud by the chin and cupped it, so he was looking at him and then lifted his arm. Nelson obliged and stood as Thomas held his chin, “How old are you,” Thomas asked, inches from Nelson’s face.

Nelson rolled his eyes. He knew why he was being asked but he thought it was obvious he was of legal age. 

“19,” he said flatly. He tried to get back to undressing his guest, but Thomas reached out and gripped Nelson’s left wrist, causing him to meet Thomas’ gaze one more. Nelson felt the grip getting tighter. His cock swelled. He knew exactly what Thomas was doing and the connection he felt grew stronger, even if Thomas wasn’t quite aware of it yet. 

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he said calmly as if giving Nelson advice. 

Thomas smirked, but his expression quickly turned to surprise. 

“Oh,” was all Thomas could get out before he felt Nelson gently but firmly grab his crotch. Nelson had Thomas’ attention. He stepped in and nuzzled his guest’s neck. After a few nuzzles, Nelson reached Thomas’ left ear and whispered, “I think we both have a lot to learn about each other,” he squeezed a bit harder, “but more importantly, I think we have a lot to learn from each other.”

Nelson punctuated his sentence by slowly making his way down Thomas’ body, placing kisses every few inches along the decent. Thomas was caught of guard. He shivered.

Thomas was tempted to place his hands on Nelson’s head as he undressed him but stopped himself. This kid was different. His confidence was accompanied by something that Thomas recognized but couldn’t quite place. Then it hit him. There was a darkness that was overshadowed by his youth. No, not overshadowed. He used his youth to camouflage the darkness and would remove the sheep’s clothing when jaws firmly had his prey. He looked down as Nelson began untying his shoes. That was no 19-year-old submitting to some stranger by offering to undress him. No, that’s a real predator using his talents to put me at ease. But Thomas was no prey, and Nelson had no intention to strike. In moments Nelson had Thomas’ pants off, standing there with a stiff rod in his boxer briefs. They both took a few moments to look each other up and down. It was electric and familiar and complimentary. Thomas pulled Nelson to him and the two began to kiss passionately. Both thinking they had never been kissed like this before. Thomas broke the kiss. He was panting, he was in overdrive. Everything around them was on fire. He reached down and grabbed Nelson’s perfect 9-incher, stroking slowly while whispering.

“That faggot needs to regret everything about this day when we are done with him.”

Nelson’s eyes filled with something sinister. He was exactly right about Thomas.

“Take him to the brink,” Thomas was now giving long and deliberate strokes to his new friend. “Take him to the edge,” he continued stroking, his own breath shallow. “Take him to the edge,” he squeezed, “then throw that fucker off.” Nelson didn’t smile, he didn’t respond with moans or sighs. He just nodded in agreement before straddling the bound twunk, one hand clamping hard on his left nipple and the other giving two quick slaps across the face. The cumdump arched his back in surprise but Thomas heard the unmistakable moan.

“We are going to find out if you are going to sink or swim,” Nelson said as he gave one more slap before scooting back and placing the slut’s legs on his shoulders. He saw there was a bit of excitement in the cumdump’s eyes.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

In one quick jab Nelson was all the way in. The cumdump pulled at the rope keeping him tied and arched his back. He had the slut’s attention. 

He withdrew completely before thrusting in, harder this time. The cumdump’s eyes bulged.

“You’re nothing but a prop.”

Nelson was no pulling all the way out and shoving in. Over and over. The cumdump was grunting, eyes screwed shut. He might have been getting a dick he craved but Nelson was making sure it was on his terms.

Nelson got on his haunches; the slut almost doubled over. He placed both hands on the cumslut’s throat and choked him without restraint. It only last 3-4 seconds but real fear was seen in the slut’s eyes. He pulled at the rope trying to get free, even after Nelson let up. He looked over at Thomas, mumbling through the gag. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, still pulling at his restraints. Thomas put on an expression of concern and stood.

“Yo, Nels,” he placed a hand on Nelsons shoulder. 

The cumslut looked hopeful and Nelson turned. Thomas recognized the same fake sincerity.

“Too much,” he asked, slowing down the onslaught, barely loosening his grip. They both looked at the slut below them, shaking his head in agreement. 

“Not enough.” 

Thomas spat on the boy’s face, Nelson gripped tight enough to put the fear back in him, but not enough to stop the air flow. He resumed his fucking, fast and deadly.

“I’m not stopping until I see the tip of my dick coming out your throat.”

Nelson was inches from the slut’s face, the vivid imagery registering in his eyes as Nelson’s tried as hard as he could to make that statement a reality. Thomas closed his eyes and listened to the blissful grunts and groans. 

The two bonded over their own pleasure in making that cumdump feel like nothing more than a means to an end. They spent the next 6 hours abusing the bound cumdump, but it was obvious that they were focused on each other, egging each other on and seeing who could take things a step further than the other. Each getting harder and more determined in their onslaught as the cumdump’s moans were never true moans of pleasure, they danced on the edge of pain. Nelson and Thomas in charge of the tempo and tune. Those 6 hours were a lesson on prolong discomfort. Nelson had yet to discover partying at that time, and Thomas had thought he was going to do a quick pump and dump, so he arrived with no party supplies; the two used that cumdump fueled only by adrenaline and their own egos. They fed off each other pushed each other. Hour 6 saw the cumdump’s moans transform into guttural sounds that sang of surrender. He had given up, his resolve a distant memory, a fact not lost on Nelson as he was on the slut once more punishing deep into the cumdump, feeling the warm load Thomas had just deposited and roughly fingered in before Nelson resumed his position. 

He looked down at the dejected slut below him who was now just going through the motions, hoping it would be over soon.The corners of his mouth red after having the makeshift gag in his mouth for hours. He looked at his bound hands, now doubt stinging due to the constant pulling and struggling to get free.He placed his chest on the cumdump’s back as his bodyweight pressed him into to the mattress, making a point to remember the heat and the sweat between the two. The cumdump moaned and tried to shift his own weight to get Nelson off of him. Nelson took the opportunity distract him and began to bite and nibble on the cumdump’s shoulder, each bite getting more forceful than the last. The cumdump inadvertently began to buck his own ass onto Nelson’s invading cock. 

“You wanted these dicks and now you have them,” Nelson growled to as he slowed down his strokes. Thomas sat next to them, his cock hard once again, slowly stroking, taking delight in the cumdump wanting this to end. The slow strokes were a relief to the cumdump, this was a welcome rest as the only thing moving were Nelson’s hips. Nelson felt the body below him relax and moan in pleasure. He looked up at Thomas, they both had the same thought. Finally, after hours of fucking, Thomas reached over and untied the slut while Nelson removed the bandana gag. The cumdump gave a huge sigh of relief. He brought his arms to his side and basked in the relief. He flexed his jaw, happy to have his mouth free. But the relief was very short lived. 

Nelson grabbed the bandana, pulled the slut’s arms behind his back and tied them together at the wrists and pinned them with his right hand for good measure. With his left hand he grabbedthe cumdump’s throat and pulled back and up, causing the cumdump to arch his back painfully. The cumdump groaned in pain, his eyes, once again, pleading to Thomas. He tried saying something but between the pressure Nelson had on his throat and him being bent backwards, the words never came. Thomas stood on the bed and jacked his dick directly in front of the cumdump finding himself as aroused as ever with the performance Nelson was putting on. Thomas looked into the slut’s eyes and continued to silently beg and plead for it to be over. Thomas shook his head letting the cumdump know that the end wasn’t quite upon them yet.

“You fucking love this,” Thomas said. “This is all you ever wanted.”

Thomas saw the internal struggle happening below him. 

He continued stroking his dick, this time taking a soothing tone, “Tomorrow you’re going to text your loser friends and tell them how hot this was.”

Thomas stopped stroking and kneeled on the bed to get up to the cumslut’s face.

“You are going to think about this night for the rest of your life, aren’t you?”

He was staring right into Thomas’ eyes, the word “Yes” written all over them.

“If we stopped now, you would just find someone else to fuck your loose and sloppy hole, wouldn’t you?”

The cumdump tried nodding yes, but Nelson held firm.

Thomas’ tone began to change.

“You’re nothing but a disgusting faggot.”

The words cut into the slut.

“And after today, no one is going to want you.”

The cumdump whimpered. Thomas stood and began jacking his cock satisfied and hopeful he’d hit on one of the slut’s insecurities.

Nelson watched as Thomas began picking up the pace. He leaned forward and tightened his grip on the cumdump’s throat. He heard the discomfort escape his lips and felt it as the cumdump tense and tried to squirm. 

“This is the price you have to pay,” Nelson said as he left all reason behind and began to lay into the cumdump, gripping tighter, pulling back harder. The cumdump was almost at his breaking point but Nelson’s words gave the cumdump a new sense of purpose. Nelson felt him squeeze his loose and sloppy hole as best he could. 

“Fucking worthless whore,” Nelson shoved the slut forward and released his arms. “Everything he said was right.” Nelson placed his hand on the sluts neck and spit on his face. “This is the best you’re ever going to have,” He gripped the neck tighter, pounding in and out. “Savor it,” Nelson licked the side of his face, “Because this is the closest you’re ever going to get to anyone loving you,” He felt the slut tense below him. “And we both fucking hate you.” Nelson shoved in one last time and unleashed another powerful orgasm. The cumdump moaned and croaked words resembling pleasure.

Thomas was on his knees jacking his cock inches from the sluts face. Nelson’s words turned him on, and Thomas felt the orgasm.  

“This load belongs down your throat, whore.”

The cumslut opened his eyes, Nelson still buried in his guts. He opened his mouth.

“No,” Thomas picked up the pace. “I need to hear you say it.”

The cumdump looked confused.

“Tell us your not,” Thomas’ breathing picked up. “Tell us you’re not worthy of being loved.”

The cumdump’s eyes got big, 

Thomas glanced at Nelson as he saw him hold back his approval of Thomas’ question. 

They both knew it was a stretch to ask something like this, but they were nearing the end and might as well try to do some damage. 

Nelson flexed his cock inside the cumdump.

“Say it, faggot.”

“I’m not worthy of love.”

Thomas and Nelson hear real sadness. They had hoped for tears.

“We know,” Thomas said. He stopped jacking his dick, walked around the bed and pulled Nelson into a deep kiss. The made out for a few moments before Thomas broke it off and began looking for his clothes. 

The cumdump was nothing but a tool to bring them together and he achieved his purpose. The might have fumbled there at the end by not really fucking with the slut’s head, but this was a learning experience. Their kinship was born from something dark, something dangerous, something hungry. Nelson was correct, this cumdump paid the price for their connection. He may have gotten the cock and loads he had hoped for, but Thomas and Nelson hoped he also left with less self-worth and doubts about his future. 

The spell was broken when the cumdump began grinding his ass back into Nelson’s slowly deflating cock. Nelson gave his ass a sharp and swift slap.

“You fuck,” he spat, causing the cumdump to freeze. “I thought you knew this wasn’t about you.” Nelson began to pull outslowly. He was proud of himself and impressed by Thomas, by what they had done and what they had tried to do. This was a new feeling. He watched his dick slide out of the used hole with a small river of cum following. He issued another smack, but this time to the side of the cumdump’s head.

“Keep that hole closed, faggot.”

He felt the cumdump clench and he couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. 

Thomas was sitting, getting his clothes together. He was becoming hard again. He looked from the spent cumdump still breathing heavily on the bed to Nelson who had walked over to the cumdump’s suitcase and began wiping down his sweaty and cum-splattered crotch with one of the clean shirts he found. Thomas realized that Nelson was responsible for most of his arousal that evening. The beefcake of a 19-year-old was seemingly cut from the same cloth as himself and both of them realized this well before they shot their final load. 

Nelson caught Thomas looking at him and flexed his semi-hardcock before reaching into the suitcase and grabbing a handful of clean clothes and tossing them at Thomas so he could clean himself off. Thomas looked at the cumdump who was now snoring. He looked at Nelson and both began to laugh. 

“We pushed him off the cliff and he didn’t sink.”

Nelson heard a tinge of disappointment in Thomas’ words and felt the same. 

Thomas began to dress while Nelson stepped into the bathroom to take a leak. When he exited he saw that Thomas was mostly dressed and moving to exit the room. Nelson felt a wave of panic. He had hoped to get Thomas’ number and maybe shoot the shit, but he was now out the door. Nelson heard the click as the door closed. He looked down at the sleeping cumdump and became angry with him for Thomas’ speedy exit. He resisted the urge to slap him once more. 

“Maybe if I hurry, I can catch him,” Nelson thought as he raced to get dressed. Nelson shoved his foot into his shoe and was out the door not giving any thought to the sleeping cumdump. He couldn’t have taken more than 3 or 4 minutes to get out the door after Thomas. Nelson looked left and right searching for movement, but he didn’t see Thomas anywhere. He scanned the parking lot looking for any signs of life. After a few moments he gave up and made his way to his car. Uncharacteristically and even surprising himself, he decided to try searching for Thomas one more time. Since he didn’t see any movement in the parking lot he thought maybe he had walked. Nelson walked passed his car and made his way to the edge of the parking lot where the sidewalk began. If Thomas did walk he would probably see him as this was the only sidewalk connected to the hotel. 

Nelson reached the sidewalk but saw no sign of Thomas anywhere. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of regret as he turned around to make his way to his car. That was the hottest fuck session he had ever experienced and wanted to let his partner in debauchery know it. He had never had that type of connection with other tops. Is this the feeling bottoms felt when they would text asking when they could fuck again and never getting a reply? The thought made Nelson uneasy.

He didn’t view Thomas as an object of sexual desire, but he alsocouldn’t place the feeling in his chest. He stepped back onto the parking lot and gave one final survey.

Nothing. 

Nelson mumbled to himself as he reached for his keys, “Dude’s a fucking ghost…”

“Hey fucker.” 

Nelson swung around in a flash and had his fists up ready to swing if needed. He relaxed when he saw Thomas sitting at a picnic bench a few feet away, smoking a cigarette. He was hidden by the darkness of the trees that all but engulfed the table. He smiled more than he had wanted as he walked toward Thomas, asking for a cigarette as he did so. 

Thomas was smiling goofily, tilting his head slightly as if he knew something Nelson didn’t. Thomas’ eyes flicked toward the direction of the hotel. Nelson froze. Realization choked the air out of his lungs. He turned around and looked toward the hotel room they had just left. He panicked. Thomas had a clear view of the parking lot and anyone else who might be exiting their room. He turned back to Thomas and then turned back to the parking lot. Thomas had seen searching for him. He turned slowly to see Thomas with that same stupid smile.

“Was little rabbit getting nervous he would never see me again?” 

Thomas’ voice was inviting and surprisingly jovial, free of mockery. He took a drag, waiting for Nelson to say something.

“I wasn’t…,” Nelson tried saying. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Thomas interrupted. Nelson heard the lightness in his voice once again which let him relax a bit. Thomas pulled a cigarette from his pack but instead of handing it to Nelson, he put it in his mouth and lit it with the cigarette he had been smoking. A few puffs and he was satisfied, motioning for Nelson to come closer. He handed the fresh smoke to Nelson. They made eye contact and Thomas made the effort to soften his gaze. He continued, “If it matters, I was actually waiting for you. I was hoping to get your number.”

The embarrassment faded away and he relaxed. He smiled and handed his phone to Thomas.

Perhaps it was because they were so close in age and discovered that they had very similar desires and fantasies, but the pair sat on the table, exchanging stories for almost an hour. Each story allowing the other to feel validated in their sexual desires. They both expressed a need to have control. They both admitted that this feeling was a part of who they were at their core, and it felt natural to have it be part of their sex life. They admitted to the difficulties that came with trying to embrace this identity, especially since both young and had no desire to seek out advice or guidance of others. They rolled their eyes at the label of “domtop” even though such a descriptor helped move conversations along. But most importantly they found in each other a hunting partner who would gladly help the other ruin a boy on any given day. Even as they figured out they were gay early on in life, they knew they weren’t like anyone else. They never felt regret, each telling stories of taking things too far in order to get what they wanted.

Thomas added a correction after hearing Nelson talk of an instance where he “took things too far.”

“There is no such thing as taking things ‘too far’,” he turned to Nelson and was within inches of his face and continued, “Not anymore.”

Thomas made sure his words registered before diving in and giving his new friend a deep and sloppy kiss. The two made out for a few minutes before Nelson pulled away.

“Fuck yeah,” Nelson barely whispered. 

They had awoken something in each other, giving themselvesthe permission they needed to no longer be subdued in their fantasies and desires and to take the things that most men had no intention of giving away. 

Thomas stood to signal he was ready to go. He turned to Nelson, but his new friend stared ahead, the gears turning, his jaw clenched. 

“You serious about you just said? No bullshit?” Nelson asked. 

Not missing a beat and with zero hesitation Thomas replied, “100%.”

Nelson reached over and initiated another deep kiss. He pulled back and held Thomas’ head in his hands.

“Good,” Nelson stood and put out his cigarette. “Let’s go.”

Nelson was a few strides ahead before Thomas caught up. He wondered where Nelson was going but their destination became clear as they found themselves at the hotel room they had left over an hour ago.

Thomas felt his dick begin to grow as Nelson gave the door 4 firm knocks. He was about to knock again but they saw a light flick on. A disheveled young man opened the door, dried cum on his forehead, hair matted, still in his jockstrap that smelled of piss and cum. It took him a moment to register the situation. His eyes grew large as the two wolves before him sneered. Thomas and Nelson saw fear in his eyes. Their dicks grew harder as the cumdump just stared. Nelson saw him look down and that was all he needed. He was theirs. The two stepped into the room, shedding their clothes as the cumdump closed the door behind them unsure of what was going to happen. 

 

***

Thomas and Nelson laid in silence, enjoying the quiet. Nelson didn’t give much thought to what Thomas had just said. The more he considered it the more he agreed. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something. He and Thomas were close and  he…

Nelson sat up and looked at Thomas and looked down at where Thomas was  previously sitting. The joint wasn’t finished. Thomas had snuffed it out like a cigarette. He wasted more than half a joint of some good shit. He turned back to Thomas, who was staring blankly at the ceiling. 
“Why did you stop me from rubbing your scalp just now?”

Thomas was silent. 
Nelson flipped through the last 10 minutes trying to find it. He looked at Thomas. Thomas turned and looked back. Nelson tried again, carefully going over everything that had just been said in the room. Thomas was worried about something. Then it hit him.

”Raymond,” was all he said. 
Thomas turned his blank gaze back to the ceiling and gave a slight nod.

For the first time in their friendship a tension was building between them. 
 

Nelson joined Thomas by staring blankly at the ceiling. 
Thomas broke the silence first, “For the record, it’s not about love or affection.” 
 

Nelson knew this, so why even mention it like that. He thought about the possibilities he saw for Raymond. But for the kid to have any worth to Nelson he would have to be stripped of everything that made him him and he would have to want it to happen. These were new waters. It wasn’t impossible. Id he and Thomas weren’t on the same page, then what the hell was Thomas thinking…?

Thomas waited a beat. He knew Nelson would get there. He turned his head waiting for Nelson to ask. As he turned, ready to ask what he had in mind, Thomas beat him to it. 
“The kid isn’t even in his prime. He could make us some good money over the next few years.”

Thomas flashed his familiar grin waiting for Nelson to say something.