Chapter Four
Julia led him out already bound in leather. Even though he wore a tight hood I instantly recognized Patrick. Those frightened eyes, that chest, those legs...that cock... Oh, f**k, that c**k.
As Julia guided him onto the round, slightly elevated wooden stage, I wondered what he was thinking now. Had he ever guessed from that day at the gym, from that stupid basketball game, where he would now stand five weeks later? Even as Hannah, Aneth and myself had artificially cheered on the other vain bucks he had caught my eye, mainly because our whoops and cheers didn’t seem to affect him. It was like he didn’t seek our approval, nor did he want it. And that turned me on. Show me something I don’t have and I want it even more. And I wanted him crying at my feet.
The first week Julia
