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“Diego…” Hans grounded out the name, and his arm withdrew as he turned his back on him. “What does he want? Do you have to go?”
Wavering for a fraction of a second, Gustavo put the phone away. “No. He can manage.”
He closed his eyes, but sleep refused to take him. His brain, wide awake, kept speculating about what urgent matter made Diego summon him, and why it couldn’t wait until morning. His eyes flew open as his thoughts inevitably trailed to Seth.
Silently, he slid off the bed, threw a suit on, and slipped out of the bedroom.
* * *
A heady scentof sweat and leather wafted through the air, making it potent and thick. The heat and humidity crawling beneath his shirt dampened his back, yet Gustavo didn’t hurry to shed his jacket. Leaning against the door jamb, he watched the scene progressing.
He had been looming in the doorway for more than ten minutes, yet Diego never noticed. Half-naked, slick with a sheen of sweat, his friend hovered over a young man sitting on the torture chair that stood in the middle of the vast black room.
Blindfolded and chained, the submissive trembled as his caged cock leaked precum. He constantly begged for something as his head tossed from side to side. Examining his taut, young body, Gustavo couldn't miss wires stretching to his ass and a silver plug pushed inside.
“What a fucking gorgeous creature you are,” Diego purred into the boy’s ear; the submissive whimpered. His head tossed to the side, splaying sweaty, blond hair over the black leather, and his toes curled. “Where have you been all my life?”
When Diego pushed his fingers into the submissive’s slack mouth, Gustavo cleared his throat.
His head whipped to the side; Diego grinned.
“Oh, Gustavo, you came. Good.” Withdrawing his fingers from the boy’s mouth, Diego grabbed a towel that lay on the small stool nearby and wiped his face. “Have you been to a BDSM club before? I never knew it could be this fun. You can’t fuck here, but you can sexually torture alright. What kind of logic is that?” He laughed, shook his head, and his face picked up a wicked, diabolic expression. “Wanna try?”
Without waiting for Gustavo to reply, Diego turned to the submissive. “Hey, beautiful, do you mind my friend joining in?” The boy shook his head, and an illegible groan left his lips. Diego pressed a kiss to his temple, faced Gustavo again. “He is so fucking sensitive.”
“Is it why you summoned me?”
A thick brow quirked up; Diego lifted his index finger.
“Oh no, I didn’t summon you. I said youshouldcome over, not that Ineedyou to come over.” Before Gustavo managed to voice his protest, Diego faced the sub once again. “This lovely creature is Marcel. Come, gorgeous, tell my friend what you told Daddy about that boy, Justin. You know him, don’t you?”
A weak nod preceded a moan; the boy tensed, hips bucking as he pleaded, “I want to cum. Please.”
“Is that how you should be asking?” Diego crooned. With the nail of his index finger, he teased the red, glistening flesh packed in the metal cock cage.
“Please, Daddy, let me cum…”
Gustavo rolled his eyes. “Bring him to the coffeehouse down the street after you’re done.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to join in?” Diego called after him, but Gustavo was already out of the door.
* * *
Dressedin a hoodieand simple jeans, Marcel looked modest, even shy, as he sat on the seat with his knees hugged to his chest and a mug of steaming coffee clutched in his hands. His warm, amber eyes watched Gustavo with respectful curiosity. Diego, sitting next to him, drew circles on his back with a lazy hand. He looked satisfied, calm, and as smug as always.
“You said you know him.” Leaning against the backrest of the seat, Gustavo broke the silence as he fished a few photographs out of his chest pocket, selected one, and handed it to the boy.
“Yes, sir, I do.” Slender fingers snatched the card, and the boy’s attention shifted to the image. “It’s Justin. He is a local sub.”
“What can you tell me about him?” Gustavo murmured.
Putting the card on the table, the boy sipped his hot cappuccino, not in a hurry to answer. “He is popular. A little ill-mannered, but some doms like it that way. He hasn’t shown up here for some time. People say he hit the jackpot and is dating a millionaire. But I think he is back with his old master.”
“His master?”
“Yes. Justin is involved with someone. They broke up and got together more times than I can remember. That asshole uses him, beats him bloody, yet Justin always crawls back to him.”
“This man?” Gustavo offered Seth’s picture to the boy.
