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want to wait.
Sweet. I am never going to live that down.
Why would you want to?
I honestly don t know. Maybe I ve spent too much time trying to
cultivate my tough image.
You re still tough. Tough and sweet.
Sounds like a horrible candy.
Not to me it doesn t.
After they got themselves situated, they returned to the team bus and
picked a seat furthest in the back. They tucked their duffels under the seat
then settled in with Anthony by the window and Kevin by the aisle.
Since the heater was still wonky, Kevin draped a blanket over their
laps. Anthony seemed to expect Kevin to do something, so he did the one
thing Anthony would never see coming. Kevin reached under the blanket,
grabbed Anthony s hand, and held it.
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Aw, see? Sweet.
Kevin kissed him using his tongue in a very suggestive manner. Sweet
and tough.
That s why I love you.
Kevin grinned. Say that again.
What? That I love you?
Yeah. I ve never no one has ever it s nice to hear.
Anthony rested his head against Kevin s shoulder. It s nice to feel,
too.
All the way back they held hands and snuck occasional kisses. But the
closer they got to Twin Pines, the more Kevin s anxiety increased. Once
they got home, he had to tell Anthony everything. They were bonded and
twinned, an eternal commitment that Kevin was happy to honor. He just
hoped Anthony didn t feel like he d been gypped when Kevin confessed
who and what he really was.
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Chapter 9
You live here? Anthony had never heard of a college student who
owned his own house. Especially not a palatial one with perfectly tended
landscaping, bright lighting all along the walkways, and a driveway with
room enough for about twenty cars.
Yeah. Kevin slipped out of the driver s seat of his sports car, waited
for Anthony to get out and close the door, set the alarm, then pocketed the
keys.
We re out in the middle of nowhere. Darkness enfolded the house
like a lover. The nearest house must be a mile away.
About that, I guess. Maybe a mile and a half. Kevin strode up to the
front door, which was carved wood and stained glass. The door alone cost
more than Anthony had probably made in his entire life.
Is something wrong? Anthony noticed that ever since they d hit the
school parking lot and got in his car, Kevin was keeping his answers short,
almost clipped. Did I piss you off, or
No, no. Kevin turned and pulled Anthony close. I m nervous.
You? Anthony couldn t help but chuckle. I thought it was the virgin
who was supposed to be all quivery.
That s why I m I have to show you something, and tell you
something, before we go any further.
Something inside Anthony shook. Whatever it was couldn t be good,
not with the way Kevin was acting. Once they were inside and Kevin
deactivated the alarm, Anthony s jaw about fell off his face. The foyer gave
way to a sunken living room decorated in high-end furniture of chrome and
leather. It was sleek, sophisticated, and just a shade dark and cruel.
Anthony couldn t put his finger on anything in particular, just that there was
something rather heartless about the design. He felt nervous whereas on the
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porch he d felt fine.
Did you design this?
No. Kevin placed his keys on a small table in the foyer. A friend
well, a business partner type friend did all this for me.
What kind of business wants to instill fear in someone? Anthony
wondered, but he kept his question to himself. Every thing he looked at, all
the décor, gave him the creeps. It was almost like he d stumbled into a
house from one of those gothic romances his mother had always been
reading. He d never read one of them, but the covers showed houses kind
of like this. Almost as if someone had updated the classic gothic castle for
the new millennia.
Most of his uneasy feelings vanished when they entered the kitchen.
Here the house was homey. Oak cabinets, warm-brown marble for
countertops. Everything was clean, shiny, and colored in inviting earth
tones.
From the built-in refrigerator, Kevin extracted two beers. Normally
Anthony didn t drink much while football season was on, but right now, he
needed a little something. He popped the cap and sipped.
I guess you re wondering how I can afford all this.
Your parents are loaded? Anthony thought a good percentage of
guys at the college had wealthy parents since it was a private college.
No, I paid for it.
Did ya sell a kidney? But even if Kevin had sold all of his internal
organs, that still wouldn t account for this.
In a way.
Anthony took another long swallow of his beer as he tried to figure out
if Kevin was being straight with him or screwing with him.
I sell myself.
You re serious. Anthony put his beer next to Kevin s on the
countertop.
Unfortunately I am. Kevin took his hand and led him back into that
frigid living room. They crossed the gray carpet, and there in the shadows
was a door. A black door.
How...inviting.
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Once Kevin opened the door, Anthony discovered a short hall then
stairs leading down. The hall was painted black, the lights minimal. If the
living room freaked him out, this place hit about one billion on the creepy
meter.
Please tell me that you just love Halloween so much you have a spook
house in your home all the time. I mean, I could understand that. I could be
okay with that. Anthony knew he was babbling, but he couldn t seem to
help himself. When Kevin squeezed his hand and pulled him a little closer,
some of his anxiety eased, but not enough to stop a low-level trembling.
Finally, they came to another black door. But this one wasn t painted.
It was covered in black leather and set with chrome studs. In the upper
portion there was a peephole and the doorknob was fashioned from thick,
heavy chrome with a number panel right above.
No easy-to-pick tumbler lock for you.
Not here, no. It s too dangerous. Kevin punched in a string of
numbers then pushed open the door.
A curious transformation happened inside Anthony when he got a good
look at the room. The fear melted away as arousal took its place. It s a
dungeon.
Yeah. Kevin let go of his hand.
Anthony considered the wall of whips. Lined up in a row were all
different sizes, shapes, and kinds of whips, from thin leather to thick, from
one strand to nine. A cat-o -nine-tails. He reached for it but pulled back
at the last moment. Touching was too much. The only hand this belonged in
was Kevin s.
You can touch whatever you d like. Everything is clean.
Anthony drew a deep breath and tasted disinfectant and bleach in the
air, but below was the tang of blood, tears, and sweat. He shivered.
One wall had a series of chains and cuffs, allowing the binding of
everything from a neck to ankles. One smaller cuff confused him until he
realized it would fit perfectly around the base of a cock. Not his cock, as
he was too big, but some man s cock. There were other devices that
Anthony couldn t even fathom a use for, but all of it intrigued him. Clips,
clamps, and collars were precisely placed along a portion of the wall where
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there also hung a collection of paddles.
This is how you sell yourself? Anthony could easily picture Kevin
dressed in a leather bastard outfit tormenting the hell out of Who are
your clients?
Kevin pointed to the corners of the room. I know they are difficult to
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