Chapter Eighteen
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Colton couldn’t remember how he had gotten home or what time it had been when he strolled in. All he wanted to do was find his bed and let exhaustion consume him. In truth, what he really wanted to do was turn around and head back to Daddy and Kitten’s place for another hour or four of the kind of s*x only they could give him. The realization of what that meant for him and his sexuality didn’t dawn on him. He would accept it readily if they would just give him more of it.
He was so tired when he got home that he slept until almost eight in the evening. He didn’t know it, but Mason had checked on him a few times and only when he was sure he was okay did he go away and leave him alone.
Finally, when he couldn’t sleep any longer he got up and showered again. He was stiff and sore, but whenever he thought about what they had done to him he felt his c**k jerk to attention. He got so hard it was painful. Eventually he had to give in and jack himself off to get any relief. He wanted to f**k someone. He wanted to bury himself balls deep and f**k until he spilled out all over the place. But for now his hand would have to do.
He had to pick up his money from the office because rent was due tomorrow and knowing their landlord, he would make his rounds bright and early.
When he came out of his room, Mason paused his game and looked over at him, concern written all over his face. “Are you okay?” he asked as he watched his friend move around.
“Yeah.” Colton cleared his sore throat and continued on into the kitchen.
Mason got up and followed, wanting his questions answered now that he was awake. “Are you sure?” He slid in between him and the refrigerator, keeping Colton from opening it and forcing him to focus on him. “Answer me, Colton Andrew Pierce.”
Colton smiled at him and reached up, taking Mason’s face in his hands. “I’m fine, I promise.” He looked him in the eye, making sure he saw the truth within them.
“Okay,” he said after a long pause, finally satisfied with that answer. Mason moved, giving him room to get a drink. “I was worried about you. One of the last text you sent told me to send the SWAT Team. Then I didn’t hear from you in forever. What was I supposed to think?”
“I was okay. I just freaked myself out.” He didn’t bother telling him what happened even though he wanted to. He’d tell him later, but for now he was still processing having a c**k in his ass and liking it there.
“Promise?” He hugged him. Mason didn’t bother to hide his surprise when this time instead of just accepting the hug, Colton hugged him back.
“I promise.” Colton gave him a squeeze, then stood there drinking his soda. “I need to go pick up the cash I earned last night. I’ll have all the rent money for you when I get back.”
“Yeah?” Mason laughed, his eyes giving away his surprise.
“Yep, paid in full.” He laughed and tossed his can in the trash. “I’ll be back in an hour. When I get back, do you want to go to dinner?”
“Sure,” Mason smiled and stared at him, trying to figure Colton out. There was something different about him but he couldn’t put his finger on it just yet.
“Good,” Colton said as he crossed the living room to get to the front door. “I want you dressed up and ready to go out when I get home.”
Mason laughed and leaned against the kitchen doorway as he watched his friend. “You make this sound like a date.”
Colton paused and turned towards Mason, looking him straight in the eye. “It is.” He winked and walked out, leaving Mason slack-jawed in the kitchen by himself. Halfway to the subway station he got a text from Mason. He grinned when he read it.
“A real date?”
“Why not?” Colton sent the message back and laughed.
“Are you serious? You better not be f*****g with me.”
Colton grinned, wondering if Mason was freaking out back home. “I’m serious, but if you keep it up I’m not taking you anywhere. Oh and wear those black jeans. I think they make your ass look sexy.”
Mason covered his mouth, having to read the message again to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. For as long as he had known him, Colton had made one thing clear: He was not gay! But now, he wanted to take him out on a date and he had just admitted to looking at his ass in jeans. He felt like he had just died and gone to heaven. This had to be a dream.
“Whatever you want. I’ll be ready when you get home.”
“All right.” Colton texted back and got on the train.
Twenty minutes later he was headed back home with eight hundred dollars in his wallet. He couldn’t believe they had paid him five hundred and then tipped him another five hundred. The tip, he was allowed to keep for himself. The five hundred for the request had Casual’s cut taken off the top. At this point, Colton didn’t care. He was just glad he had made enough money to pay his rent.
As he headed home, he knew now what he had to do to make money. After the first time, he didn’t think he’d have any problem at all taking a c**k in the ass. Maybe he’d f**k them instead. Give them a reason to want to become regulars or tip him big.
Whatever came his way, Colton knew he would be prepared for it. Daddy and Kitten had made sure of that.
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