Priory didn't like Bryant having gone to the hospital without his permission, but he didn't feel like making a fuss over it. He did berate Bryant about being stupid enough to get himself injured. "You're going to have to miss at least one swim meet, and you're going to have to train twice as hard once you get that thing off so you'll be ready for the next one. Christ! If our ranking falls because you were stupid enough to get yourself hurt..."

Bryant listened while he huddled against the SUV's door on the way to school. His elbow was throbbing again, because Priory had grabbed his arm to examine the splint this morning. It would have to be the left one. That's the one he usually grabs me by. Damn. I'm going to be lucky if he doesn't break it again before it heals up.

"Did you remember to bring the money for your dye job?"

"Yeah, I did."

They'd pulled into the lot behind the gym. "Good. I'm sick of that two-toned look." As he was getting out he said, "Make sure he gets the roots to match the ends."

Bryant dragged his book bag out, considered trying to hook it over his shoulder, and let it dangle instead. "Oh, don't worry about that--they'll match." He allowed himself a small smile as Priory stumped away. You may not care for the matching color, though.

Bryant didn't see Trenton that day, their schedules setting them on different paths. He rode the bus out to Attitudes right after class ended, ignoring Priory's directive to stay in the library till just before the bus arrived.

He'd just stepped off the bus when Trenton came out of Attitudes and hurried toward him. The boy's green eyes were dark and concerned as he approached, studying the sling. As he arrived, Bryant said quietly, "It's all right, Trent."

Trenton's expression was pinched. "No, it isn't. Clive said you wouldn't let him call the police."

Bryant shook his head. "I don't want to talk about this out on the street, Trent."

Trent made a noise of disgust. "What am I thinking of? Come on inside and I'll get you something cool to drink."

Clive was preciding over a streaking job. Bettina's client was engrossed in a fashion magazine, and paying little attention to what her beautician was up to. That wasn't very wise, even with Clive overseeing.

The customer wore a clear plastic cap, one that was perforated with a multitude of tiny holes. Bettina was carefully poking an instrument that looked like a crochet hook through the holes and gently teasing out thin hanks of hair. Clive pointed. "Bettina, love, you're clumping. The idea is to have a balanced streaking, not one solid clump--like a skunk." He twirled his finger. "Scatter, dear, scatter. Perhaps a bit thicker around the face." He looked up, smiling, when Bryant arrived. "Well, you're early, you eager beaver."

"I don't mind waiting, Clive," Bryant assured him. "I enjoy spending time here."

"Of course you do, lamb. The environment is stimulating, and the denzins are charming. Your appointment is scheduled right around closing, and I want to wait till then. Just wait till Bettina finishes the pull-through and we'll go have a chat in my office. She has the actual dyeing process down, but she hasn't perfected her sense of proportion yet. I decided to supervise this personally after I recalled last year's Christmas Tree." He shook his head. "One side red, one side silver."

"I can't help it if the ornaments were stacked that way," Bettina protested.

"We won't say any more about it, Bettina. It certainly provided fodder for conversation for a few weeks."

Bryant sat at an empty station nearby and watched. Trenton came from the back and gave him a soda, then went to stand beside Clive, leaning against him. Clive looped an arm around the taller boy's waist, letting one hand rest casually on his hip. Bryant didn't exactly feel envious--he liked both of the men too much for that. But he did feel wistful. He wondered if he'd ever have a realtionship like theirs. Not as long as I stay with Priory, he thought. Another good reason to leave him.

Finally Bettina had the hair pulled through to Clive's satisfaction. She recited a recipe for the bleaching solution, eyes squinched in concentration. Clive nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Very good, pet. Just be sure to watch the clock carefully. She wants it lightened, not stripped." Bettina beamed happily. "Come back in my office and we'll have an natter, Bri."

Bryant and Trenton followed Clive back into his office. It was neat, but not fussy, and there was a small sofa instead of the straight backed chairs you usually found in a small office. It made it a bit crowded, but gave it a homey feel.

Bryant sat on the sofa while Clive shut the door. Then Clive went to sit behind the desk, and Trenton came and stood in front of Bryant. He pointed at Bryant's lap with a grin and said, "May I?" Returning the smile, Bryant patted his knee. Trenton settled across his lap, leaning against his torso and looping his arm around the older boy's neck. "Bri, how long are you going to be restricted from swimming?"

Bryant sighed. "The doctor said probably about six weeks. It wasn't a bad break, but you don't want to over do it. He said that I might be able to take the splints off a little earlier, as long as I didn't do anything heavy with it, and wore the sling most of the time I'm up. I asked about the swimming, and water exercise shouldn't be too much of a strain, as long as I don't, like, misjudge a dive and slam my hands on the bottom of the pool."

They talked for awhile as the noise and bustle out in the shop gradually died down. Finally there was a knock on the door, and Clive called, "Come." He lifted an eyebrow at Bryant, "Not that it's that simple. If it was, there'd be no need to set up scenes."

Bettina didn't understand why Trenton and Bryant were laughing, but she was perfectly willing to join in. When the chuckling died down she informed Clive of the day's take and was instructed to lock it in the safe and toddle off home.

When she left, Clive turned back to Bryant. He smiled, but his eyes were serious. "All right, pet. It's time to go over the rules. You are aware that more than haircare goes on in my private station?"

Bryant was rubbing the back of Trenton's neck. "I am aware of that, yes."

"And you have no problem with that? I can give you a perfectly normal, vanilla cut, rinse and style at one of the front stations, if you'd prefer."

"No."

Clive's lips quirked. "To the point. Now, then, we come to a very important point. Bryant, I'm convinced that you are very likely a Dom, and are at the very least a switch. I want to ask you to allow me to top you."

Bryant was silent, watching him, his hand still kneading the back of Trent's neck. The boy laid his head on Bryant's shoulder. "You won't regret it, Bryant."

Bryant bit his lip and said slowly, "It isn't that I don't want to be with you, Clive, but... But that's what I have with Priory, and..."

"No, pet!" Clive said firmly. "I've told you, you do not have a Dom/sub relationship with that asshole. He abuses you and uses you. You've never been taken care of by a caring Dom, so you don't know what it can be like. I'm suggesting this because, well, I want to have you, of course. I never said I was altruistic. But I also want to give you this because it can benefit you as a top." At Bryant's skeptical look he said, "No, really. How can you be the best Dom that you can if you don't know how your actions affect your sub? You need to know what the sub is going through. Every Dom needs to spend a little time submitting sometime in their life."

Bryant said, "You don't mean to tell me that you...? No, that I won't believe."

Clive shrugged. "Not for a long, long time, dear, but when I was young. Not much older than Trenton, actually. And I enjoyed it, too, but it wasn't who I am. The experience helped me learn that. It made me sure of who I am. I think it could do the same for you."

Bryant considered. Yes, what I had with Trent was different from what Priory does to me, I'm sure. And the way Clive is with him... I do wonder what it would be like. His voice was soft. "I'm not sure how much I'm ready for, Clive."

"No discipline," Clive said promptly. "No spankies for you this time, Bri. Priory has used that to hurt and control. It can be used as a punishment..." Trenton nodded. "or as a treat." Trenton nodded even more vigorously.

"I got that impression from Linda."

"No, this time there's just be a bit of restraint, I think. And direction. Could you handle that?"

After a long moment Bryant said slowly, "I think so."

"Trenton, lamb, stand up."

Clive's voice was quiet, but firm, and Trenton immediately scrambled up, smiling at Bryant. "Scene's started."

Clive came from behind the desk and stood about a foot in front of Bryant. "Your safe word for tonight will be 'balance'. What is your safe word?"

"Balance." Clive gave him a stern look, and Bryant felt a sudden surge of heat in his crotch. He did something he'd never sincerely done for Priory. "Balance, sir."

"Good boy. Stand up."

Bryant stood. Clive didn't pull back, and they ended up standing toe to toe. There was less than a half a foot between their eyes. Bryant knew immedieately that this was going to be different. Clive's eyes were warm, and calm. There was hunger there, but no greed. Bryant felt himself relax slightly. It was going to be all right.

Clive reached out, his arms going around Bryant, but he didn't embrace him. He simply unwound the thick rubber band that Bryant was using to keep his hair in a tail, and he never broke their gaze. Dropping the band on the desk, he slid his hands up under Bryant's hair, holding the heavy mass for a moment, then letting it trickle through his fingers.

"Your hair is in wonderful shape, considering the harsh treatment it's received. The rinse I'll put in it will be much gentler than the stripping process you've had before, and once it grows out..." He smiled. "It's going to be utterly magnificent, I promise you."

"Clive doesn't lie," Trenton said, "and when it comes to hair, he isn't even vague."

"Hush, lamb, or I'll gag you," Clive said absently.

"Sir?"

"Yes, Bryant?"

"First, sir, I find that I don't mind calling you sir at all. With Priory it stuck in my craw." Clive smiled. "Second--may Trenton be present?"

"There's a question I don't have to ask, then. You get your show, lamb. Go into my station, Bryant."

Bryant walked into Clive's room and stopped just inside, looking around curiously. He'd caught glimpses before, but this was the first time he'd been inside. It was fascinating. Trenton and Clive didn't follow immediately, but Bryant stood in one spot, craning his head to look around. Priory might not be a true Dom, but Bryant somehow knew that 'staying in his spot' would be just as important to Clive as it was to his keeper.

Trenton came in a few moments later, carrying one of the chairs from the waiting area. He considered a moment and placed the chair against one wall, then moved it near the styling chair. "Clive will be here in a minute. He's picking and choosing the chemicals. You're going back to your natural color?" Bryant nodded. "And you're getting it cut short?" He nodded again. "Are you going to talk?" Bryant shook his head, tilting it toward the door, and Trenton smiled, nodding in turn. "Right. You weren't given permission to talk."

Bryant opened several drawers and began to lay out a wide assortment of combs, brushes, pics, and scissors. After a moment's thought he added an electric shaver, plugging it in. "I've helped out since I was about fourteen, but I wasn't allowed to touch his instruments till I started training last year." He carefully adjusted the arrangement, lining the objects up carefully.

Clive bustled in, carrying a small box of supplies. He paused and studied the arrangement on the counter, then nodded his approval. Trenton beamed.He unpacked it on the counter and squirted solutions from two bottles into a small bowl, stirring it with a small paddle. "I won't need much of this. If I was going to do your whole mane I'd need a lot more. Now, we'll just let this sit while I get my hands on that lovely hair. Take off your shirt." Trenton and Clive watched silently as Bryant stripped his white T-shirt over his head, enjoying the flex and bunch of his muscle. When Bryant finished, he folded the shirt and laid it on the counter. Clive pointed. "Sit."

Bryant sat in the chair. Clive passed his hand over the instruments laid out on the counter, pausing here and there. He was like someone faced with an elaborate assortment of chocolates, trying to decide where to begin. Finally he settled on a wide toothed comb and went to stand behind Bryant.

He set the comb to his scalp at his hairline, then slowly drew it back through the thick, white wave of hair. It slid though smoothly, without hitting any snags. "Oh, you must use an excellent conditioner! I won't have to comb this to untangle it at all."

"But you will comb it," said Trenton.

"Of course I will. You don't think I'm going to pass up the chance to play with it while it's still attached?"

Clive spent several moments leisurely combing Bryant's hair, then switched over to a soft bristled brush. He brushed till Bryant's hair gleamed like fresh snow. Clive ran a hand caressingly from his crown to the ends, then put away the brush. "Darling, if you were an angora cat, you would most definitely win best of show at the Metropolis Cat Fancier's Annual Purebred Show. I am most definitely keeping this. Trenton, sweet, get Daddy a box."

Trenton went to the large, dark wood cabinet in the corner and opened it. There was a stack of flat boxes, rather like candy boxes, and Trenton took one of them. Bryant didn't turn his head, but he cut his eyes for a look at the cabinet. He caught glimpses of long items dangling from hooks, some of them glinting, and the warmth he'd been feeling since Clive had told him to stand up increased.

Clive had pulled a black plastic cape out of a drawer, and he fastened it snuggly around Bryant's neck. "I'm going to cut your hair first, pet, then wash and color it." He took the box and laid it in Bryant's lap. "Hold that for me, dear. Now, you're going to lose your back support for a bit. Don't fall back." Clive did some adjustments with levers and switches. The back of the chair lowered. "I can also raise the bottom section, so that we have a table."

"Wow." Bryant said quietly.

"Yes, isn't it? I designed it myself."

Bryant's eyes were suddenly rivited to the mirror, particularly to Clive's reflection. He was stripping. Clive had exposed himself at the party, long enough to receive head from Trenton, but this was the first time Bryant could get a good look at his body.

Trenton took, folded, and neatly deposited each garment on the counter. When Clive was gloriously nude he gave a long, catlike, satisfying stretch. Bryant watched the smooth shift of his muscles, feeling himself begin to harden. Clive wasn't particularly big, but everything he had was solid and toned. He noticed Bryant's gaze and did a turn, his expression amused. "Yes, I am vain, but it's justified by the hard work I put into it. Now, then, Trenton. I think this occasion calls for a bit of a special costume, in Bryant's honor. You may choose."

Trenton didn't exactly scamper to the cabinet, but he moved quickly and eagerly. He opened and shut drawers, murmuring to himself. Finally he returned, what looked like a pile of straps and silver cradled in his hands, and offered it to Clive. Clive lifted a handful, then nodded his head. "Good choice, precious. The red would have been a bit too frivolous, and I've never been entirely satisfied with the white. I think I may get rid of it at the next charity auction."

He stepped back and Trenton began to arrange the straps on his body. Bryant saw that it was actually a harness, made of soft, thin black leather, with chrome buckles and rings. He couldn't get a really good look at it without turning his head, but he noticed that it it had big Xs across the front and back of the torso, the straps joined with rings about the size of a coaster. A wide strap went around the waist, buckling at the side, and more circled the hips and dipped between the legs in an arcane pattern, crossing in a manner that framed his pubic area.

Trenton had knelt to buckle the last straps around Clive's thighs. He finished by stroking the firmly muscled columns, leaning forward, and giving the tip of Clive's awakening penis a soft lick. Clive took his arms, lifting him to his feet, and pushed him toward his chair with a slap on the rump. "No, no, lambie. This is all for Bryant tonight. You have to wait till we get home."

Trenton tried to pout, but his smile kept overwhelming it. "May I jerk off, sir?"

"Oh, if you must. Just remember, you'll be the one cleaning the floor. Bryant, look at me." He did. "No, pet. Look at all of me. That's right. Has that waste of oxygen you live with ever done any actual bondage with you?"

Bryant shook his head, his eyes flicking from one detail of Clive's body to another. "No, sir. Well, not lately. I drove the SUV once. I was staying home sick, and I really needed some cough syrup, and he didn't feel like getting up. He tied me to the bed for a couple of days for that." Bryant felt his face flush. "I didn't like it."

"I don't blame you! I'd say this bastard belongs in an asylum, but I don't think he's crazy, I think he's just a mean asshole. Again, that wasn't bondage, love, it was abuse, and imprisonment, I might add, and very, very illegal. Bondage is the use of restraints to give the submissive a greater sense of vulnerability, to let them completely turn over all control. They abdicate all decisions. It can be very liberating, if I may be allowed the contradiction of terms. I want to restrain you. Normally I don't give my submissives a choice in the matter, but in your case... Since you've had nothing but negative experiences with it, you may wait, if you wish. But think about it for a moment."

Bryant thought. He recalled his rage and helplessness as he'd lain bound to the bedframe, wondering if Priory would release him in time for him to avoid the humiliation of soiling himself. Then he took in Clive's steady gaze, nothing like the nasty, gloating expression Priory had worn. "What would you use?"

"Touch the harness, pet." Bryant did, running a finger over the straps. They were incredibly soft, almost silky. "Would something like this suit you?" Bryant nodded slowly. "Trenton, top left drawer. Two of the supple, plain black straps."

"No buckles?"

"I know you aren't questioning me, precious."

"No, sir!"

While Trenton got the requested item, Clive said, "Take your arm out of the sling, then lay your wrists against the chair arms. No, dear, back to the arms. Yes, like that." Clive passed a strap around the chair arm and Bryant's wrist, then quickly tied a simple, but efficient knot. "Try that, dear." Bryant tugged lightly. "No, try it. Bondage can be an intense experience the first time around, and I want you firmly fixed." Bryant tugged strongly, the muscles in his forearm bunching. The strap held firm, but Bryant didn't feel pinched or cut. "How's the sore arm? Any pain?" Bryant shook his head. "Very good." Clive repeated the process on the other side.

"Now." Clive knelt on the table behind Bryant and held out his hand to Trenton, like a surgeon awaiting his instruments. "A comb, and the heavy shears, precious." Trenton laid a pair of bright, sharp scissors and a dark comb in his palm. Clive hooked his fingers in the handles and snapped them a couple of times. "Are you sure about this, Bri? I could give you something a bit less extreme, if your really want."

Bryant's eyes met Clive's in the mirror. "Do it, sir."

"My brave boy." Clive used the comb to separate a section of hair, smoothing it and bunching it. Then he slid the blades around it and closed them slowly. There was a soft sound, almost like fine silk ripping, as the strands separated and the hair came away in Clive's hand. He paused, rubbing the mass of bright hair against his cheek, and sniffed it happily, sighing. Trenton was standing beside him, and he playfully drew the strands over Trenton's face. "I'm half tempted to get you to grow your hair for a year or two so I can do this for you, love, but I'd miss your trims."

Clive leaned around Bryant, holding his shoulder for balance, and laid the hair carefully in the box. "Why are you saving it, sir?"

Clive chuckled. "You know, Bryant, hair has been used down through the centuries in crafts. The Victorians used to make jewelry from the locks of their loved ones--brooches and bracelets mostly." He squeezed Bryant's shoulder. "I generally use what I collect for more practical purposes. It can be braided into lovely rope. Remind me to show you my Scribe cord sometimes."

He continued cutting, and Bryant felt the weight gradually lessen as the box filled with hair. He was feeling a firm nudge against his back. Clive laid the last hank in the box, and Trenton closed, then removed it. While he was replacing it in the cabinet, Clive climbed down and went around to the front. He took Bryant's chin in his hand, turning his head and examining him critically. "Oh, that's a great improvement already."

He stroked a thumb over Bryant's cheekbone. "The long hair softened your features. This way the planes are thrown into sharp relief. You're quite dramatic looking, my dear. The heavy work is done, and we're ready for the artistry. But first..." He reached under the poncho, his hand settleing on Bryant's distended fly. "Ah, yes. We're coming along nicely."

He slowly pulled down the zipper, never taking his eyes from Bryant's. Bryant closed his eyes as Clive's hand slipped inside his fly, fingers working to find the slit in his underwear. "No, don't close your eyes, Bryant," he ordered. "Watch me. Remain in the here and now."

It wasn't easy. He was used to closing his eyes during sex--he never felt compelled to look at Priory while he was sweating over him. But this was different--he found that he enjoyed watching Clive, watching him. Clive gave him a few slow, squeezing strokes, then pulled away. Bryant bit back a frustrated moan, and Clive smiled. "Don't be impatient," he whispered.

Clive finished the styling, using a short, slender bladed pair of scissors. "The dye job will be quite easy, pet. Your roots have grown out enough so that there won't be but an inch or so to finish, and it won't take long for the color to set."

He pulled on a pair of latex gloves, took a small, stiff bristled brush, and began to worke the liquid into his hair. When he had the hair saturated he pulled a plastic cap over Bryant's hair. "Now, we just let that sit for awhile. It won't take long. Your natural color isn't all that dark to start with, a shade or two brighter than my own. Trenton, dear, I'm going to need a cock ring." He stroked his erection slowly. "I want to be sure that I last long enough to make this special for our friend."

Trenton went to the cabinet again, returned, and knelt before his lover. He stroked Clive's hard-on a few more times, then snapped the strap tightly around it's base. "Now," he pointed at Bryant. "Do you see that pretty man there, precious? He has something very, very nice in his lap. Go find it."

Trenton crawled over and poked his head up under the poncho. "Oh, man," Bryant said quietly, as he was enveloped by warm, wet heat.

"Slowly, lamb," Clive cautioned. A clear bead of pre-ejaculate had appeared at the slit in his cockhead, and Clive rubbed it over the flushed head. "I don't want him to come till I'm inside him." Bryant shuddered, and Clive noticed the reaction. "Oh, yes, precious," he said softly, "I'm going to fuck you. I can't resist. I'm guessing that it hasn't always been a pleasant experience for you?"

"No, sir. Not at all."

"Another reason why Lowell should be horsewhipped. And believe me, horsewhipping is not recreational. You've seen how much Trenton enjoys it, Bri, so you know it can be good."

"I know it can be good for him, sir. And I'm not doubting your skill as a lover..."

"Very wise."

"I just don't think it works for me." He was flushing, and not just from the pleasure caused by the soft, wet suction caressing his cock.

"Darling, you haven't been associating with the right people. It can be fantastic. I seldom take it up the ass myself, but I do have a few toys I'm particularly fond of." He petted the lump moving up and down in Bryant's lap. "I've trained Trenton to use them on me, and it's a wonderful spice to our routine. Trenton, that's enough. I need to check his color now."

Trenton backed out from under the poncho. He was breathing heavily, and his face was flushed pink. His mouth was moist and soft, and he gave Bryant a dreamy smile. "You taste good."

Clive turned the chair and helped Bryant lie down so that his head was over the sink set in the counter. He removed the cap and rinsed a small section of hair. "Oh, that's lovely!" He held a hand mirror so Bryant could check. "A nice, bright Autumn Wheat. Your eyes will go beautifully with this, precious. That grey looked washed out with the white hair."

He shampooed Bryant's hair, rinsed, and conditioned it. When he rinsed out the conditioner he spent a few moments strongly massaging his scalp. Bryant felt his nipples hardening. He never would have imagined that could be an errogenous zone.

Clive sat Bryant back up, and Trenton tousled Bryant's hair till it was slightly damp. Clive examined Bryant closely, then smiled and touched his fingertip to the boy's forehead. "You have a lovely widow's peak, dear. I'll work with that." When he was done, Bryant's shining hair swept down on either side from the center peak, falling in two thick commas on his forehead, accentuating his clear grey eyes. Clive used the clippers to neaten his neckline and edges, then clicked it off with a flourish. "Done. What do you think, boys?"

Trenton threw his arms around Clive's neck and kissed him, then did the same to Bryant. "You've always been gorgeous, Bryant, but now you look like you."

Bryant stared at his reflection. He said slowly, "You're right, Trenton. I've looked how Priory wanted so long that I should be thinking 'that's not me'. But it is. I look... I don't know."

"Stronger," Trenton supplied.

"Trenton," Clive removed the poncho, carefully shaking the fluffs of hair to the side. "would you please take care of those pesky pants?"

Trenton finished opening Bryant's pants. Bryant braced his weight on the chair arms and lifted his butt so that Trenton could remove his pants and underwear. The leather was warm when he lowered his naked skin to it, and he shivered at the feel.

"Help him lie back, dear," Clive said, moving to stand before Bryant. Trenton helped Bryant ease back till he was lying on the half-opened chair, his legs now dangling. Clive had reached into a drawer and removed a tube and a small foil packet, setting the latter on the counter. He moved up close to the chair. "Help me arrange him."

Trenton helped lift Bryant's legs, spreading them, and positioned a foot over each of Clive's shoulders. Clive pulled and moved foreward till Bryant's knees were hooked over his shoulders, leaving his back slightly curved, and his ass comfortably presented.

Clive stroked Bryant's leg, speaking to him soothingly. "You're tensed, dear. You need to relax. This doesn't have to be painful. I'm going to prove that to you." He squeezed a thick smear of clear gel onto his fingers, handing the tube to Trenton. He rubbed his fingers together. "I'm warming this. Cold lube can be quite a shock."

Bryant shivered when he felt the first touch, but it wasn't from cold. The slick touch on the sensitive skin was undeniably erotic, but still he tensed. This was always where Priory rammed a finger into him, pumped a few times, then mounted him.

Clive massaged the ointment into the skin slowly. He massaged around Bryant's asshole, relishing the springiness of the taut muscular ring. He doesn't seem to have been damaged, thank heavens. A thoughtless sex partner like Priory could have done a lot of damage, even if he wasn't deliberately trying to inflict pain, and I'm not at all sure that he wasn't.

He worked patiently till he felt Bryant begin to relax. When the muscles had softend he squirted some more lube on his finger, then slowly sank his finger deep into the snug sheath of Bryant's body.

Bryant's eyes widened, and he whispered wonderingly, "It doesn't hurt at all."

"I told you, precious." Clive worked the finger carefully, twisting it for maximum friction. "Passive can be just as delicious as active. Are you ready for a second?" Bryant nodded, and Clive carefully inserted the second finger, keeping them close. Bryant groaned quietly, and Clive paused. "Do you need to use your safeword?"

"No," Bryant's voice was a little breathy. "Please."

"Yes, dear." Clive began to scissor his fingers apart, spreading them gradually. "We'll have you nice and open in no time. Tell me, has that selfish prick Lowell ever given you a prostate massage?"

Bryant snorted. "He's accidentally hit it a few times when he was fucking me. He tries not to, 'cause he says it makes me squirm too much."

Clive's head jerked up, eyes flashing, and he hissed, "I'm surprised the man has ever managed to have any sex other than by rape or paying for it! We're just going to remedy that oversite, my lad. You just hold on... and I mean that literally."

Clive pushed deep, and Bryant took a breath. He'd never enjoyed having Priory shove into him, but somehow... There was an abrupt, intense burst of pleasure deep inside him. He cried out in surprise, his body jerking. Trenton laughed happily. "Clive is the best at treasure hunting!"

"Hush, precious. Daddy's busy." Clive located the little bump again and rubbed it firmly. Bryant yelped. His hips jerked frantically, and Clive quickly held them down with his free hand. "Trent, grab his dick!" Trenton quickly wrapped his hand around the base of his friend's cock, squeezing firmly. "Hold on, Bryant! Don't you dare come yet."

He paused in his manipulations. With Trenton's tight grip, Bryant managed to force back the orgasm, but he felt like he was going to explode. "Please, sir!" he gasped.

"Please what, Bri?" He rubbed again. Bryant almost sobbed with pleasure and frustration. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. Please, Clive."

Clive pulled his hand free and reached behind him for the condom. As he opened it and rolled it on his cock he said, "Trenton, be careful. He's going to be jouncing, but I want you to keep your grip till I say so."

He slathered a thick coating of gel over his cock, then nudged his latex sheathed glans up to the slightly spread, glistening hole. Slowly he pushed in two inches, then pulled back out till he was barely touching Bryant. Then he did it again. And again. On the fourth insertion Bryant make a sound of frustration and tried to push back, wanting to impale himself, but between Clive and Trenton he was held firmly.

"Do you want it, Bryant? Do you really, really want it?" This time he sank in half-way before stopping.

"Yes!" Bryant cried. "Please, Clive!"

They both sighed as Clive finally entered him fully. Then Clive just stood there. He was well endowed, and he wanted to give Bryant a moment to adjust. It was important to him that the boy experience no pain during this act. It could color his attitude toward sex for years to come.

Finally Clive started to move, pumping in and out with long, slow strokes. "You're so good, Bri," Clive whispered. "So tight, so hot. God, darling, you're such a beautiful, strong man, and you're so generous to give me this."

The words stroked over Bryant, intensifying his pleasure. The emotional caresses were as stimulating as the physical ones. Priory seldom said anything to him other than that he was 'a decent fuck'.

When Clive saw that Bryant was enjoying it, he increased his pace and the strength of his thrusts. "Trenton, love, help him now." Trenton quickly squirted some of the lube into his palm and began to masturbate Bryant. The double pleasure overwhelmed Bryant. He tried to buck, not sure whether he wanted to impale himself more deeply or push farther into the smooth, firm grip.

Bryant cried out as he climaxed, his seed spilling hotly on his bare belly. Trenton continued to stroke him, and bent down to give Bryant a gentle kiss, an almost brotherly kiss. He knew what Clive could do for his lovers, and he was happy that his friend was finally enjoying it.

Clive had pressed forward till Bryant was almost bent double. He felt Bryant's already tight body clamp down on him, his internal muscles milking at him as his orgasm washed over him. He grunted and filled the condom. Clive went still, letting the last tremors pass out of his body. Finally he kissed Bryant's calf, then pulled out and carefully lowered the boy's legs.

Clive rubbed Bryant's legs, making sure that there would be no cramps. "That was absolutely delicious, angel." He raised the chair back up into the proper position. "Trent, lover, get the floors clean while I take care of our guest." While Trenton carefully swept the floor, Clive wet a towel in the sink and wiped Bryant clean. He removed the condom and tossed it in the wastebasket, then wiped himself as Trenton was dumping the clippings.

Finally he untied Bryant's hands, rubbing his wrists. "How's the circulation? Any numbness?" Bryant caught the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. "You're welcome, pet."

"That was... I'd have to get a thesaurus for the right words. But..."

Clive smiled. "But it isn't what you really want out of life, at least not on a regular basis. I understand. Not everyone is meant to be a submissive. Hell, darling, as much as I hate to admit it, not everyone is suited for the B and D lifestyle." He sighed. "There have to be SOME vanilla people in the world, I suppose. But you see what I meant about what Lowell does not being true Domination, with a capital D."

"Yes. He's fooling himself." Bryant's voice was grim. "And he's been fooling me, a long time."

He stood up and began to dress. Clive eyed Trenton, and said, "I think I'll just put my clothes on over the harness." Trenton beamed. "Yes, you just think about that, precious, all the way home."

As he was zipping his fly Bryant said, "Clive?"

"Yes?"

"Clive... Priory is really going to be pissed."

"Yes, I think he will."

"I mean 'whip my ass' pissed. Possibly 'put me in the hospital' pissed."

Clive's expression hardened. "I respect your choices, Bryant, but I won't allow that."

"I was wondering, could I stay at your place tonight?"

Clive sighed in relief. "Bri, darling, I was so hoping you'd ask. Of course you can. You can stay as long as you like."

"Can I use your phone? It isn't that he'd worry about me, but he's likely to call the cops if I'm gone all night, and I don't need them looking for me."

"It's at the front counter." Trenton started out after him, but Clive caught his arm. "No, dear. Pride and privacy, remember?"

Clive finished dressing, while Trenton stood near the door, straining his ears. He heard the quiet murmur of Bryant's voice. Then there was another faint buzz of noise. Trenton blinked. Son of a bitch! I can hear the jerk all the way back here! I hope Bri has the receiver away from his ear, or he might end up deaf.

Bryant had hung up, and was staring at the phone when they went up. He didn't look up from it, but said softly, "He called me a whore. He called me a cunt. He told me he was going to break both my legs so I couldn't run after cock. He said he was going to beat me till only a blind man could stay around me without wanting to puke. He said he could find someone who'd neuter me like a tomcat."

Trenton wanted to go put his arm around his friend, to comfort him, but Clive held him back. "And what did you say to him, precious?" he said quietly.

Bryant lifted dry, burning eyes to him. "I told him to fuck himself."