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Caleb

Caleb Levell strolled to his huge walk-in closet on a mission. He flung the door open with a flourish before stepping inside and making a complete circle. It was club night and even if he didn’t feel like leaving the house Caleb needed to get ready. He just had to decide what to wear. So many choices, too many really, but that would be expected of him.

Not that Caleb really cared. He was used to putting on an air, acting as expected. He’d been in the public eye for so long that Caleb wasn’t certain even he knew his true self.

Except for one secret he kept tucked away.

He couldn’t help but head to the small rack hidden behind his jackets. He shoved the jackets aside until he could see all his pretties. Pink, purple, silver, glittery, shiny, long, short, all his favorite clothes. Not that he ever wore those out. No, he was strange enough. He didn’t need anyone to find out just how different he truly was.

It was only when it was late at night and he knew none of his hired help would be coming in that Caleb embraced his pretties in the way they deserved.

He touched each treasured piece of clothing until his fingers tingled. Caleb wished, oh how he wished that he could choose just one piece to put on. Anger filled him and he quickly stepped back. Caleb had learned his lesson years ago not to ever get caught in one of his pretties. Now, he stuck with low cut, revealing, and slutty clothes. That, it seemed, was acceptable.

He adjusted his jackets back in front of his more delicate clothing so they wouldn’t be seen if the maid service came in his closest. He backed up until he was in front of his club clothes. Caleb hadn’t planned on a specific outfit but choosing should be simple enough. His clothing would just be a piece of the club persona that he would play for the evening.

His entire life was about hiding behind something. He’d modeled in his young days, before getting a part of a sitcom for six seasons. By the age of fourteen Caleb had been burnt out and desperate for peace and quiet. But that wasn’t what happened. He’d gone from commercials to a family-friendly sitcom to a popular teenage drama series for another four years before landing the top role for a few years in a prime-time supernatural show. Caleb had been delighted when his character had finally been killed off. He finally didn’t have to be somewhere at four in the morning and could sleep in for the first time in his life.

Caleb had wanted peace and quiet and had gotten everything he’d wished for. More than he could stand. He’d cut himself off from everyone and now there was no one that Caleb could turn to or count on. Not even family.

Since he walked away from the limelight and stopped providing a free ride for his mother; she’d not had one positive thing to say about him. He’d never met his dad and had no other siblings. Caleb was alone in the world, just like he’d always wanted. Except now, Caleb dreamed of something more. Someone to hold him at night and tell him that he wasn’t a loser. To see past, his money, looks, and body. He was starting to think it wasn’t ever going to happen. Not for him anyway. His mother was right. No one wanted Caleb for himself. He was only worth as much as his looks could bring him.

There was nothing in particular that he wanted to wear so he just grabbed the closest outfit. Red spandex shorts and a black mesh half tank. It would work for the night. The Doms at the club thought he was a brat so dressing up and acting the part was what he would do.

He sighed as he yanked down his sweatpants and pulled on the outfit for the night. Caleb wasn’t really a brat, or at least he didn’t set out to be one, but he was just so frustrated with the Doms at the club.

Caleb enjoyed a little spanking and a hard fuck but that wasn’t all he wanted. That was all he got though. The Doms that didn’t mind putting up with him for a night barely pulled out of his ass before yanking up their pants and hightailing it away. The Doms that Caleb thought could offer him more didn’t want him. They wanted sweet boys in diapers or puppies or someone who didn’t get distracted by shiny things.

Once he was dressed Caleb headed over to his vanity. A little makeup helped when he wanted a barrier to hide behind. He ran a thin line under his eyes and over his lids. He chose red to go with the outfit. Next, he picked a shiny clear lip gloss and applied it carefully.

Walking to the full-length mirror on the closest door he smiled. He’d get fucked, that was for sure.

That would have to be enough until Caleb found that special person that he was meant to belong to. He might be bitter and have doubts that he’d ever get a real partner but the small hint of hope that lived inside him hadn’t died completely.

Caleb strolled to his big bed with the hot pink comforter where the only living things he cared about were sprawled. His senior eleven-year-old black lab, his three-year-old Pit-bull, and his six-month-old pug were all waiting patiently at the foot watching him. On top of his pillows, passed out, and not showing him any attention at all was his fifteen-year-old white fat cat and his three-month-old black kitten.

His animals, his loves, his everything.

Caleb gave each pet a good rub and a kiss on top of the head. They’d be fine on their own for a couple of hours although Caleb always felt guilty when he left the house. Not that he left very often. Hardly ever actually.

He left the bedroom and strolled through the large house. Caleb had too many rooms filled with things that he didn’t care about. He’d hired a decorator for every room of the house except his bedroom. Even the kitchen was modern and bright. It was intimidating. Caleb couldn’t cook, had never needed to. He hired out whatever he needed. Then as he’d wanted to add décor that matched his tastes more he was overruled.

The maid service came in twice a week, the gardener once a week, his groceries were bought and delivered for him, meals made, even his doctor did house calls. The only time that Caleb left his house was to go to the club, the dog park, or walks around the neighborhood.

Caleb didn’t interact well with people. He didn’t know if it was because he’d been sheltered and kept away from other people or the fact that his mother had always told him that he couldn’t trust anyone but Caleb just didn’t have it in him to open up.

Knowing that he needed to get out of the house and away from the quiet Caleb ordered an Uber and headed to the front room to wait for his ride.

Grant

The pounding music and flashing lights of his favorite club had Grant in a great mood. He didn’t normally visit the club when one of their events was going on but Jace wanted to bring his boy for the first time so Grant was there for support. Plus, it was new member night and he would get a first look at all the new subs. The cute outfits were a sight to see.

As his other friend Mitch, settled into the booth next to Jace’s boy Avery, Grant strolled over to the bar. The place was busy and he didn’t feel like waiting for the server. Plus, he could check out the scene and try to spot a sweet little plaything for him to take home for the night. It’d been several weeks since he’d had a good fuck and Grant’s balls ached just thinking about sinking into a wet tight hole.

An opening between bar patrons drew his attention and he headed in that direction. He heard the conversation before he spotted the boy being harassed.

“Why don’t you get on your knees like a good little slut. If you can hold my cock in your mouth, for, let’s say two hours, I might take you home and fuck you, punk.”

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