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“Are you okay, Daniel?” I had never seen him like this. He’d been a confident mature man when I first met him, but it appeared Julian was able to get under his skin and bring him back to a time he wanted to forget.

Now wasn’t the time to ask any questions, and I was full of them. I wanted to ask, what the fuck was that about?

Chapter 13

Daniel

When I staggard outof Julian’s place where he did his business, and it was where I’d signed a contract with the devil as well, and made it my home when he promised me the world. When he’d commit unspeakable acts on me with me, he’d invite others to be a part of it.

Men and women could watch but not touch, and he charged them for the privilege of seeing Julian Page perform as the Master and me as his slave. These performances would go on for hours and sometimes days behind a glass enclosure where there were seats as if the individuals were in a theater, and perhaps it was. I never saw it like that at first. I’d been trained to view my abuser as my lover. I’d been convinced through preparation that he loved me and only me.

Until I woke up one day and said enough.

I had been naïve and young enough to think my dreams had come true, but it had been a nightmare, and because of Julian Page I still feel him in my mind, and in my body even as I slept and dreamed and held Cole in my arms.

I needed a drink. I blew out a hard breath because I knew what was in store for Charlie. I thought of Charlie as a friend, even though I’d never met him. Perhaps it was because we’d shared the same experiences, and I didn’t want another young man to go through what I had. That was why I’d taken time to find the man who was Cole. With Cole we could spend our lives devoted to each other. Cole had proven in many ways that he loved me, but the time we’d lost had me shaken, but I never gave up hope that one day we’d find each other.

The men I’d met along the way weren’t what I’d wanted, and they were one-night stands, one and done. They never could fill that hole inside me. That desire to find someone like me who could share my need for pain and the sexual freedom I’d craved.

Some men I’d met along the way to Cole were hard core with fetishes that didn’t match what I wanted. With Cole, he didn’t know himself and I was able to mold him, not with the idea to break him and bend him to my will, but to share each other’s desires and needs, and not have to be afraid to admit those desires that we sought in a partner. I wanted to avoid seeking out other men to satisfy my urges. I found that in Cole, and there would be no other men for me but him.

After Cole and I discussed everything we wanted in our sexual relationship we tried them all.

Looking at Julian Page, all the nights I’d experienced with him brought back memories I wanted to forget and was ashamed of since I’d become a man in my own right and had found the man I now cherished.

I never thought Julian could rile me up the way he had. I never thought I’d let anyone get under my skin again. For that matter, I’d avoided Julian for all these years precisely because of what I was afraid of. That he would ignite a darker desire and passion for him once more.

What he’d done to me had been an addiction I’d fought hard to get rid of, and I didn’t want to walk that road again, and I never wanted to see any young man do the same. There was a point where I could have crossed over, and as they said once you crossed the Rubicon you were too far to go back and in my case to find myself again, so I didn’t cross over where I couldn’t look ahead and backward, and stay forever where I was with Julian.

All these years I realized that I hadn’t gotten over him, especially when I gazed into his dark beautiful sinister eyes and his uncommon, gorgeous face. His hair then was full and dark, but now even with the grey, he was still stunning, and the thought of what he’d done to me lingered in my mind and had my cock stirring and ready to burst. With all he’d introduced me to in those ten hard years, and all the years I’d been away from him, the scars had healed on my body, and the harsher ones that hadn’t healed, had been covered up with tattoos, but not my mind.

I realized now I hadn’t purged him from my mind, or body for that matter.

I had long left Julian Page in search of my own boy, but I wouldn’t be as cruel as Julian had been to me. I’d met Julian at nineteen looking for thrills, and a friend whom I’d confided in had brought me to him, and had assured me this was what I’d been searching for in my life. At nineteen I was a fool, and at that age who knew what they wanted and who they might meet or anything that early in their lives.

I wished I’d known I’d meet Cole.

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