Chapter 1, Episode 14

This Episode will feature a sexual assault. IF you can't handle it, please skip this whole episode.

His name was Alexander, and when he put his hands down the front of Brent’s shorts, and kept them there, Brent became the most hated man ever. All the other pretty boys couldn’t hold a candle; he was tall, blond, and even in the black light of the club, everyone could see his vividly violet eyes. He was the high-school jock, Viking warrior, underwear model, and the hero from a Jane Austin novel all rolled into one. His clothes were painted on. He had the perfect height, the perfect mass, perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect voice, perfect skin. He was Perfect.

            It fact, he was a little too perfect, but when the good times are really good, one has a habit of not thinking about it. You’re having too much fun.

And he wanted Brent.

Every last inch.

And by golly, Brent was ready to give ‘em.

           

            “Not much to tell,” Brent admitted as Alex settled himself comfortably on Brent’s chest. “Habitually long-term unemployed graphic designer.”

            “’Habitually?’”

            “Name a recent disaster. I’ll bet you I lost a job to it.”

            Alex rose an eyebrow.

            “That was a real question. Go on!”

            “Uh, well, what qualifies as a ‘disaster?’”

            “Get creative.”

            “OK…um, 9/11?”

            “Yep! The firm I was with, we were actually a subsidiary of a business in New York. They went under, and so did we.”

            “Ouch. Well, let’s see…the recession?”

            “Which one?”

            Alex blinked. “Huh?”

            “The one now, the one in 2000…”

            “Um—“

            “Trick question. Both.”

            “Really.”

            “Yup.”

            “I don’t want to play this anymore.”

            “You’re not the only one. Anyhoo, you loose enough jobs, and it doesn’t matter if it is or is not your own fault. You become a jinx. No one touches you.”

            “Says you,” Alex grinned, throwing off the covers and merrily going down on Brent with all the gusto of a wet/dry vac. “I’ll touch you.” Brent was singing opera in seconds.

            “So that’s it?” Alex said, bobbing up to catch his breath. “No more stories?”

            “I’m a simple guy.”

            “I don’t know about that.” Alex grabbed Brent’s cock and manipulated the head. If you could dance lying flat on your back, Brent did. Alex smiled wickedly. “Personally, I’d love to hear the one about that lab you raided.”