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Brief summary: Rich and important Victor sought out the delightful Garrett to be his administrative assistant. But Victor had other plans, and they soon became a couple in secret. But secrets are rarely easy to keep, and where there’s one secret… there may just be a few more.
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James drove me to Victor’s place that evening, right from the parking garage, where I left my car. I had a toothbrush and a bed for me there, and knowing Victor, there were plenty of clothes for me to wear the following day at work. I felt myself relaxing on the car ride up the forested mountain roads, the grey of the clouds now a white fog surrounding us.
After we pulled in the gate, James parked for me to get out. But I hesitated for a moment.
“James,” I said, “thank you. I don’t know if I’ve thanked you enough for driving me all over the place.”
“Mr. Middleditch—“
“Please, call me Garrett. I’d prefer if you called me that,” I interrupted him.
“Mr. Garrett,” he began with a smile, peering through the rearview mirror at me, “thank you. I’ve driven many people of varying degrees of status and wealth and importance, but you were the first one to ask me my name. It says it, right here on the dashboard.” I suddenly noticed a small placard that read, Your Driver: James Willough.
“But many don’t even take the care to read it,” he continued. “Mr. Tanner hasn’t had many guests. And he’s never had repeat guests, like you. And in all honesty, I wouldn’t mind being your full-time driver.” He smiled at me, and in the mirror I saw the way his eyes creased when he grinned. His grey mustache reminded me a lot of my own grandfather.
“Well, I’d invite you in for something to eat or drink, but it’s not my house. But do you want me to sneak anything for tomorrow?” I winked at him as I got out of the car.
“No, thank you, Mr. Garrett.”
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Karoline was the first to greet me, giving me a big hug.
“Oh, Mr. Garrett! Mr. Tanner didn’t say you were coming tonight. What a lovely surprise!”
“It’s so great to see you, Karolina,” I smiled. She put her hands on her heart and bowed her head down.
“I have snacks. Help yourself!” She showed me several trays of desserts and finger sandwiches, and I realized how hungry I was as I grazed. But she suddenly said, “Do be careful not to spoil your dinner! I have a brisket that’s been cooking all day.”
“Oh, is that what I’ve been smelling?”
“Yes, yes! Only two more hours to go!” I liked that she was excited. She clearly took great pride in what she presented to Victor, to us.
I made my way to the bedroom, and I took a moment to shower. That’s when I remembered the nozzle and hose. So I made sure to clean out, just in case Victor came home wanting to eat more than Karoline’s brisket.
Once out of the shower and dried off—my hair got quite voluminous and frizzy from the dryer—I got dressed in the silk pajamas and waited for him to come home.
As I waited, my phone rang. It was my mother. I’d told her, obviously, about my new job, and I had briefly mentioned I was seeing someone. But she didn’t know that the two were very strongly connected.
“Hello?” I said, sitting atop Victor’s enormous bed. There was another sliding glass door on the wall next to us, with a path leading back to the pool, surrounded by trees.
“Hi, honey! Glad you’re alive!” In typical mother fashion, she found a way to ream me for not calling enough.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, forcing a chuckle. “Sorry, I’ve been busy with work. I told you I went on that work trip, right?”
“Of course, and that’s the last I heard from you!”
“Mom, I texted you when I landed. Both times!” I rolled my eyes.
“But you also could have called me. Anyway, how was that trip?”
“It was nice. San Francisco is pretty cool. Did some exploring in our free time.”
“In whose free time? You said you were the only one on the trip with your boss.”
Oh shit, I thought. I’d said ‘our’ free time.
“I just meant, like, the time when we didn’t have meetings. I did some exploring in the free time we had.” I hoped that was a smooth enough recovery.
“I see,” she said, sounding convinced enough. “Well, I hope you come visit soon. I gotta get going. Loretta’s coming for cards and dinner.”
She entertained her elderly neighbor with weekly card games. But I think Mom liked it just as much as Loretta did, and it definitely made me feel better to know that she wasn’t actually alone all the time.
We caught up a little more, and she said goodbye. I walked back to the living room, passing by the closed doors, curious what would be found inside them. Victor had referred to them several times, and I was both nervous and eager to discover. Was he a secret mastermind genius with a hidden laboratory? Or maybe he was a sexual deviant with a dungeon for his sex slaves.
I tried not to let the more terrifying thoughts prevail, and I decided to ask Victor to show me in some of those rooms. Surely I could go in myself, but I’d rather not get caught snooping.
Once back in the main living room, I could smell Karoline’s brisket even more strongly. It was mouthwateringly enticing, and I was definitely hungry enough for dinner.
Karoline and I chatted for a while as she kept working. I offered to help her out, but she politely declined, repeatedly telling me, “Sit down, sit down.”
I learned that she hadn’t been back to Poland since she’d come to the States. That broke my heart, especially when she revealed both of her parents had died within the last two years.
If I were Victor, I thought, I’d fly her home in a heartbeat. She had been so kind to me, so warm and generous. I found myself wishing I could repay her kindness in some way.
And then, I heard the front door open, and Victor walked in, already undoing his tie. His eyes lit up when he saw me, and he beelined it right to me, swooping me up in his arms and dipping me down to kiss him, like we were in an old movie. His arms were plenty strong enough as one of my legs kicked out. “You look cozy,” he whispered before standing me back up.
Karoline giggled. “I like to see you like this, Mr. Tanner.”
“I like me like this, too,” he said with a grin. “And it’s all thanks to this wonderful man right here.”
I blushed. He was laying it on thick, but I didn’t mind. Maybe it was in earnest. Either way, I liked it. No one had ever talked about me like that before.
“Dinner will be ready within the hour, gentlemen. Give me about forty-five minutes.” Victor nodded at her, and then he put his arm on the small of my back, and we walked back toward the bedroom.
As we passed a row of closed doors, I got brave enough to ask, “So, Victor, when are you going to show me what’s in these rooms?”
He stopped in his tracks, placing a hand on the doorknob. Wordlessly, he opened the door to a very dark room. There were no windows, which was very different from just about every other room in Victor’s mansion. Then he hit an overhead light, which filled the room. My jaw dropped when I realized just where we were.
“A home theater?!” I gaped at the gigantic screen, the very comfortable looking chairs, and the old-fashioned popcorn machine.
“Yeah, it’s something that comes standard with the homes designed by the man who did this one. I didn’t necessarily ask for it, but it’s been fun, even thought I rarely use it.”
“We should watch something tonight! Do you have all the stuff for popcorn?” While all of Victor’s mansion seemed like it was from a movie, or some TV show about people much more wealthy than I. But a movie theater inside the home was something I’d always wanted.
“I think so. It might be old, though. Shall I ask Karoline to see?”
“No, she’s busy with dinner. I don’t want her to have to do too much when we’re both perfectly able-bodied.” I said, trying not to sound too contemptuous toward him and his expectation for people to do things for him.
“I suppose so,” he replied. Then we hit the lights and moved on to the next door.
Inside there was his home gym. There were state-of-the-art machines, shiny weights, and at least three different treadmills that I could count. The floor was a soft, cushioned material, and everything smelled very sterile.
“My personal trainer, Andre, comes twice a week. Other than that, I’m only in here occasionally to clear my mind on a treadmill. I prefer laps in the pool if I’m alone.” He spoke so casually, as was his way, but it wasn’t condescending or judgmental, it was simply matter-of-fact.
Then we walked out and made our way to the next hallway, past the game room. This time, he walked past one door without even acknowledging it.
“What’s that one?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Ah, that one,” he said in a very knowing voice. “That one is a surprise. I’d love to show it to you very soon. But we have some things to discuss before you go in there.”
“It’s not, like, a murder cave, is it?” I suddenly got rather nervous.
That’d be just my luck: falling for a murderous magnate.
“Of course not,” he chuckled. “It’ll all make sense in time. I promise you, Garrett.”
“Alright,” I said, feeling a bit dismissed. “I trust you.”
“Very smart,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Here, I’ll show you another.”
So I followed right behind Victor, who took me to a door across the hall. He opened the door and ushered me in. Before me were several glass cases, filled with what seemed to be dozens and dozens of watches. There were gold bands, leather bands, steel bands. The watch faces were all ornate, and some looked incredibly old.
“Where did you get all of these?” Again, my jaw hung open.
“Well, about half of them were inherited from my grandfather’s collection. The others I’ve picked up on my travels.” He leaned against one of the cases, which was enough to tell me it was sturdy and reinforced.
These must be worth a fortune, I thought as my eyes flashed from case to case. I noticed several pocket watches, too, with delicate engravings, and there were even a few with some jewels inset. I admired them for a while.
Once I was satisfied, Victor asked, “Anything else you’d like to see before dinner? We might even have a few minutes for… activities.”
“Why not in here? Are you worried someone might be… watching?” I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to react to my stupid joke.
Instead, he walked up to me, pulled out my hair tie, and shoved his tongue in my mouth. My hair fell down around us as I kissed him back. Then, he totally surprised me by hoisting me up off of my feet and planting me on one of the glass cases. I was definitely worried I’d break something, but Victor wasn’t really one to do something thoughtlessly.
Still in my silk pajamas, I started getting hard as Victor’s hands slid across the soft fabric. As he grazed my bulge, he started to rub in small circles, as if trying to unleash a genie from my lamp. My hard-on slipped out through the fly of the pants, and Victor’s mouth was on it in seconds.
“Ohh, Jesus, Victor,” I breathed. I did my best to hold on to the glass, balancing while Victor’s tongue danced circles around the head of my dick. He swallowed me down so his nose was nestled in silk, and then he came up for air before just barely kissing me.
“You’re funny,” he hissed, his lips a mere centimeter from mine. I then felt his hand wrap around my cock, still wet from his mouth, and he stroked it slowly. I tried to jut my jaw forward to kiss him, but Victor pulled back just far enough, teasing me.
“I’m not going to break this, am I?” I blurted, hoping not to ruin the moment.
“These are reinforced, bulletproof, earthquake-resistant… I could pile-drive your tight, little ass right on top of one, and the most delicate watch dials wouldn’t even budge a hair.” He kept stroking me.
“We could test that theory out,” I whispered. “I’m… I’m all clean.”
His jade-green eyes got very wide, and then his lips were on mine again. Suddenly his other hand was tugging on the waistband of my silk pants, so I lifted my hips up, and I was soon fully exposed from the waist-down, erect, and perched atop a glass display case full of old watches.
Victor came up between my legs, lifting them up onto his shoulders. He leaned be back far enough to expose my hole, and then he started eating me out. I had one hand firmly gripped on the corner of the display case, and the other was holding onto Victor’s wrist as he gripped my thigh.
His tongue felt so tantalizingly smooth and soft, tickling just the right places. He licked circles around my ring, occasionally sliding us tongue inside, making me shudder. If I weren’t so precariously lying atop this box, I’d have been stroking myself, enjoying how good everything felt. But I tried to focus on both balancing and the magical tongue licking my taint.
After a few minutes, Victor let my legs down and came back up to kiss me again.
“If I had lube, I’d be fucking you right now… But that’s in the bedroom,” he grumbled, kissing my lips between words.
“Then let’s go to the bedroom, Victor,” I whispered in reply, my arms around his neck.
He grabbed me around my waist and lifted me into the air. I stabilized myself by wrapping my legs around Victor’s waist, really impressed by his strength. While I wasn’t necessarily heavy by any means, I was taller than him. But he carried me like I was weightless, and he even managed to sling my pants up around his shoulders as we made our way to the bedroom. We walked over to the side of the bed with the nightstand and the lube.
He set me down on the bed, kissing me as he leaned me back flat. Then, at last, Victor started to disrobe. As his shirt and jacket came off, I saw his broad shoulders, the warm chestnut hair that made the shape of an eagle on his chest, and of course, his green eyes were ever-staring. I started unbuttoning my silken pajama shirt, admiring his body and eager to have it on—and in—mine.
Out of habit, I brought my legs up onto the bed, exposing my hole. I watched, then, as Victor brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them. But next, those same fingers were at my lips.
“Suck on them. Get them wet,” Victor instructed me. So I let them in, grabbing his wrist, and I sucked on his fingers like they were his dick.
He slid them out, and then his fingers were against my hole, pressing in. One finger slipped right in, and then Victor added the second. The stretch felt good as he slid a little deeper in, and then his other hand was on my cock, milking out the precum that was already bubbling up.
But then came a loud ding, ding sound. Victor sighed heavily.
“That’s the dinner bell,” he groaned. “I had it installed so Karoline didn’t have to come find me to tell me when dinner was ready.”
We had to stop, otherwise she’d keep pressing the bell. But I wanted to keep going. Victor took his fingers out of me, and he walked to the walk-in to put on his pajama set. I put mine on, too, tucking my hard dick up in the waistband, hopeful it would go down by the time we sat down to eat.
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The brisket was absolutely delectable. It was melt-in-your-mouth tender, and I ate greedily, ceaselessly commenting on how good it was, to Karoline’s amusement. After dinner, Victor mixed us up some drinks as Karoline cleaned up. We wished her well as she left for the night, and Victor and I carried our drinks back to the bedroom.
But midway, we stopped by one of the doors in one of the hallways. I couldn’t remember which one was which, but he opened it up, turned on the lights, and I realized it was the home theater.
“Have a seat. I’ll bring some supplies and get a movie started.” He left, looking to head down to the bedroom.
So I took both of our drinks and found a seat, a double-wide reclining seat that resembled a loveseat, and I sat down. Like a classic theater, there was red plush everywhere: crushed velvet, shag, even the curtains along the walls were red. I admired the screen, imagining how small my little TV was in comparison.
Victor came back with a blanket in his arms, and he unfurled what was bundled inside. He had brought the lube and a towel, too. I grinned, feeling a stirring in my pants, and Victor went to start a movie. It was a pretty heavy-duty projector, but it was also attached to a Blu-ray player, a VCR, and there were several other cables hanging off that probably connected to something.
He picked a movie and got it started.
“Are you okay with Forrest Gump?” He turned off the overhead lights and sauntered to our seat, and I pulled up the blanket so he could join me.
“Um, of course. Who isn’t?” I grinned.
As the movie started, he nuzzled up in my arms, our drinks in the cup holders on either side of us. I traced my fingers up and down along Victor’s arm, my eyes fixed on the enormous screen before us.
The bottle of lube sat next to him, and I couldn’t help but wonder what his plan was. But he made it clear, soon enough, as Forrest met JFK.
I felt Victor’s hand snake down beneath the blanket to my crotch, massaging my bulge. It felt good against the silk of the pants, and I was hard pretty quickly, and he slipped it out of the fly. I maneuvered my own hand, searching for Victor’s dick like a light switch in the dark. At last, I found it, hard and waiting for me.
We stroked each other for a while as the movie played on. I loved hearing his breath catch and shudder, knowing mine was doing the same. His hand was lovely and soft, working up and down my shaft. I leaned my head against his, enjoying the sensations happening under the blanket.
“Sit on it,” he whispered, letting go of my cock and reaching for the lube.
“Yes, sir,” I huffed. I stood up, and both Victor and I stripped our pants off. He lined up his cock, and I couldn’t wait much longer. I bent over, and he got the hint, sliding a lubed finger inside me, quickly finding my prostate. Another finger stretched me out, and I took a deep breath as he pulled them out and wiped his hand on the towel.
“Facing you?” I asked, turning to look at him.
“No, I want you to enjoy the film,” he smiled. “I’ve seen that beautiful O-face of yours several times. I’ll be okay to miss this one.”
I bit my lip before leaning down to kiss him. Then I turned around, pulling my cheeks apart, and Victor grabbed my hips and guided me down. I exhaled, relaxing my muscles, as the thick head of his dick met my ring. I lowered myself even more, and I felt the pop as he entered me.
It took a few moments to get him all the way in, but at last, I came to a rest on his lap. His grip on my hips slid forward to grab my hard cock, spreading precum down my shaft.
“You’re so deliciously tight,” he breathed into my ear, pulling my chest backward. “Just move in circles for a bit.”
So I did just that, gyrating my hips in small circles, feeling Victor’s hard cock inside me, pushing against the walls of my ass. At certain angles, he was right on my P-spot, which made even more precum leak out.
“Mmm, good boy. Just like that.” His hot breath on my neck gave me goosebumps as he slid his free hand up to my chest. He pinched a nipple, twisting it gently.
“Ooh,” I hissed, maintaining the elliptical motion of my hips as he moved to the other nipple. Both of us were at least half-paying attention to the movie, but the longer I rode his cock like a sit-and-spin, the harder it was to maintain focus on the plot. But I liked the way his hand felt on my chest, holding me safely as my ass did all the work.
But I wanted more. So I leaned forward, movie be damned, and started to bounce up and down the length of Victor’s cock. The way his shaft got thickest just below the head stretched me out really nicely.
“Ohh, Garrett, that ass,” I heard him moan behind me, his hands now gripped on both of my hips. “Fuck!”
Neither of us were watching the movie now. My thighs were burning as I bounced up and down, precum oozing from my cock down onto the blanket that had fallen to the floor.
Suddenly I felt Victor’s hips push up, lifting me a bit. Then he started pounding his cock upward into me, and did my best to hover above him.
“Ohh, oh my god, Victor,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck!”
“Shit,” Victor breathed. “I’m close.”
That inflated my ego a bit, knowing my ass was just too good for him to hold back.
“Cum in me, Victor. Please,” I groaned.
“Cum in this,” he said, handing me the towel.
So Victor leaned back to begin his final strokes, and I grabbed my cock and lay the towel across my legs, hoping it wouldn’t fall. Victor’s hips flew wildly, his hips slapping against my ass repeatedly as his big cock slid up into me.
In, out, in, out, slap, slap, slap. My breathing was heavy as I jerked my cock while hovering above Victor. My thighs screamed for me to relax them, but I knew Victor was mere seconds away.
“Ohh, here it comes!” He announced. I sped up my strokes on my own dick which was slick with precum.
As I cranked my shaft, Victor grunted loudly, pushing his cock as deep inside me as it could possibly go. Feeling his cock as it twitched and pulsed, I was at the edge.
“Ohh,” I moaned, shooting rope after rope into the towel.
Finally, we both came crashing back down on the seat, Victor still inside me. We took a moment to catch our breath.
“I need to work out my legs more,” I chuckled as I climbed off of him. He opened the blanket for me to crash down next to him, so I tossed the towel to the side and cuddled up with Victor for the rest of the movie, finishing off our cocktails in the process.
Once the credits rolled, we stood up and gathered our things. After refilling our drinks, Victor invited me back into the hot tub. So we took our beverages out there, disrobed, and slipped into the warm water.
“That ought to make your legs less sore,” said Victor with a smile.
“Mmm, this is nice,” I breathed, closing my eyes.
I had my phone with me, so I quickly checked it to see an email from the leasing office of my apartment complex.
Mr. Middleditch,
**This email is to inform you that your recent monthly rent deposit will be refunded due to the balance already being paid in full for the remainder of your lease agreement.
Please email or call with questions, or you may stop by the leasing office between 10:00 AM and 8:00 PM.
Village at the Rocks
“What’s going on?” Victor asked, obviously reading the puzzled look on my face.
“I don’t know… some weird email from my apartment complex,” I muttered as I re-read the email over and over. “They’re saying my rent payment is being refunded because it’s already been paid for the rest of the year.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that! How silly of me,” he laughed,
I froze. “What… what do you mean?” I could feel my heart racing.
“Well, when I was at your place, I stopped by the leasing office. Told them I was moving in—just a little white lie—signed some papers, and then I wrote a check to cover the rest of year.” As he spoke, I felt like my head was underneath the water.
“They let you do that? Just sign onto my lease?” I couldn’t believe it. He’d come in and made a major financial decision for me without even telling me. And now his name was on my lease.
“Well,” he said, clearing his throat, “TannerCorp also made a hefty donation to the leasing office for some building renovations. So I could pretty much do whatever I wanted in that office.”
“That seems illegal,” I muttered. I couldn’t believe him. Maybe to him it was kind and generous. But he’d, essentially, robbed me of my independence. My home was no longer technically mine alone. Why was he worming his way into every facet of my life?
“I think you’ll find that legal is just a path for most people to take. But there are other paths.” He spoke so casually that it turned my stomach.
“Paved by money?” I stared him right in the eyes.
“Are you upset?” He acted surprised, making me even angrier.
“How did you think I’d feel? You signed onto my lease without even asking or telling me. You used your status and your money to pay for my home. I have money, Victor. I was paying my rent just fine before I met you.” I was seething, simmering in the water. I wanted to get up and leave, but it was much too late to call for James, or even Malachi.
“I did something nice for you. I took a financial burden away from you. I thought you’d be more appreciative, to be quite honest with you.” He pursed his lips like a disappointed parent.
“Victor, that’s more than just doing ‘something nice.’ Now my home isn’t even mine anymore.” I felt trapped, now. Even if Victor and I broke up, would I be able to get his name off the lease? Would I suddenly back-owe all the money he laid?
My heart was racing, almost as fast as my mind was.
“Well, I’m sorry, I guess, for trying to help you out.” He turned his head and stared off in the distance.
“Help me out? Is that what you people think? You can just use your money and ‘fix’ everything for us? News flash, Victor: I’m 32 and fully capable of living my life.” I chose not to soften my words with a ‘thank you.’ That would only be seen as permitting his behavior.
“So, tell me this, Garrett. If the roles were reversed, would you do whatever you could to help me?” He whipped his head back over to look at me again.
“That’s not… the same.” I said softly. Of course, I cared deeply for a Victor. And of course, I appreciated the lavish lifestyle he’d welcomed me into. But what I didn’t appreciate was my gradual loss of control in my life. I had no control what I did at TannerCorp, and now I didn’t even have control over my own rent.
“Well? Why not? If you’re going to have this defensive mindset over everything I do, then I don’t know what to do, Garrett. I’m trying to be kind, and generous, like a good partner. But it seems my efforts aren’t… appreciated.”
I exhaled a shaky sigh of frustration.
“Victor, I’ve told you that I appreciate everything. But it’s not fair for you to suddenly hold everything over my head.”
“And maybe I find it unfair that I can’t use the one thing I have in this life to make yours better.”
“I don’t need my life to be better! I just want someone who cares for me. And I know you do. I know you do, Victor, okay? But you need to think about how that makes me feel. I don’t think I’m being defensive. I think there’s a fundamental misunderstanding between us and how our lives have been up to this point.”
He simply nodded. So I went on.
“I need you to understand that just because I didn’t grow up the way you did, and I don’t have the money that you do, does not mean my life needs to be improved or fixed. Of course there are ways I wish my life was better. Of course my rent was just another stressor in my life. But it was my stress. My life.”
“Don’t you want it to be our life someday?” This was like whiplash.
“Victor… We can have an ‘our life.’ But I still need mine.”
I didn’t know what to do.