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Confused and in pain, he watched as a masked man appeared in his line of sight—standing in front of stars that had no doubt burned out long ago.

Dead stars.

Was this poetic? Dead stars shining down on a dead Isaac?

Was this his end? Beaten and alone in an empty garden by some unknown, jilted lover?

It made sense. He had spent so much of his life feeling empty and alone. Why not in his death as well?

Then his eyes locked with the blazing green orbs glaring back at him from under the mask.

He recognized those eyes.

Was it…

The pain in his head and the ringing in his ears was too much. He tried to remain focused on the dark figure standing over him, trying to end his life, but he just couldn’t. The ground beneath him seemed to fall away, and the world around him dimmed. From a distance, he could still hear the sound of Raj’s powerful body trying to break through his barrier. Trying to rescue him.

God, he loved that cat.

With that final thought, all sound faded into the background, and he closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

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JARED

With the light shining on his face, he slowly stroked his cock on stage. He locked eyes with Dr. J, a portly man with thinning dark hair and a mustache that twitched when he smiled.

Yeah, you want this cock, don’t you?Jared’s eyes asked the smiling gentleman, currently licking his lower lip as his eyes drifted from Jared’s eyes to his rock-hard abs, then down to his massively stiff dick.

He held out his cock, showing the audience his swollen mushroom head. Jared was proud of his dick. It was big, thick, and strong. It was the type of dick that most men wished they had, and most women—and a few men—wished was pressing deep inside them. This was one of the reasons that Jared worked atLa Maison. He was confident in his body, he didn’t mind the attention, and it was easy money.

Older men flocked to him and showered him with gifts, vying for his attention and craving a taste of the rod between his legs.

Jared had spent years after being kicked out of the army trying to hold down a regular job, but between the depression and the PTSD, he found it difficult to stick to a set workschedule. At least here, Matteo cared enough to recognize the signs and gave Jared the space and time that he needed to work through his issues.

Raising his arm, he flexed his bicep, loving the groans escaping several men sitting next to the stage.

Yeah, you fucking love these muscles.

An older gentleman sporting white hair on the sides and a big bald spot on top used his walker to slide up to the stage.

Jared smiled at the sweet, determined man. He walked to the edge of the stage, then got down on one knee, spreading his legs so that the old man could slip his hundred Euros into the top of Jared’s underwear.

“Thank you,” Jared whispered, jumping off the stage and landing right next to the old man. “How about a hug?”

The man smiled, not expecting to receive so much attention, especially during a routine.

Jared wrapped his big arms around the man’s frail body and gave him a gentle squeeze. With his left hand, he took the man’s shaking hand and placed it on his own ass cheek.

“Give him a squeeze,” Jared teased.

The old man chuckled as he gave Jared a surprisingly strong squeeze on the ass.

“If only I were thirty years younger,” the man said, releasing Jared’s ass cheek and smiling up at the ex-army stud standing over him.

“Then it would be you up on that stage, and I would still be in my daddy’s balls,” Jared laughed, giving the man a tiny wink.

He wrapped his arm around the man’s waist, then slowly walked with him back to his seat. He was careful with maneuvering the man’s walker around the room. He didn’t want to embarrass the man or make it look like the man needed assistance walking. He simply wanted to be a gentleman andescort a sweet and generous man back to his seat. Give the man the attention he deserved.

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