Razer Willis is used to being exploited. Forced to work as a model after losing a high paying marketing job, he’s close to being broke and homeless. Still, no matter how desperate his situation, he refuses to succumb to being yet another boy toy. After rejecting sex with a man who can make or break him, the incident brings back hurtful memories from his past. He buries himself in his painting attempting to find some peace. His lover and best friend is the only person who knows the secret from his past and is determined to drag him out of his personal hell. At the expense of their relationship, his best friend gives him an unusual gift. Membership into an elite club that brings men together for business and pleasure and the contract is for life. Male Order is discrete, on the up and up and screens applicants carefully.
Trenton Masters holds ugly secrets of his own. In the same position as Razer, a comforting but loveless relationship, his man gives Trenton the same gift. After Razer and Trenton are paired by the owner of Male Order, they quickly embark into a passionate relationship exploring domination and submission. Unfortunately, their damaging pasts haunt them both, terrors so intense they both fear insanity. Events force Razer and Trenton into facing reality and finally discussing their pasts. Even though they both feel betrayed, there is something else pulsing just under the surface – real love. As their respective pasts slam into their comfortable lives, can two men forgive the monsters that had dragged them into hell or lose the only means of salvation? Are they strong enough to admit their love and give themselves a chance to heal? Are they able to let their love conquer the darkness and be happy?
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Razer Willis grimaced as Phillip continued taking picture after picture. “Like this?” He offered another pose as his calf muscles began to spasm.
“Don’t be an ass. I pay you very well for the limited work you do. Shut up and do as they say, strike a pose.”
He didn’t hate modeling, not given the money. However, he was weary from posing like some warrior God for a damn provocative ad for vodka of all things. Granted, the gig paid well and would cover his expenses for the month, which was something he desperately needed. Being out of work for almost a year, modeling kept Razer from being homeless given that marketing positions were tough to come by these days.
“Just a few more and we’re done, honey,” Phillip said as he changed the angle of the light and inched closer “Spread your legs for me. I wanna see that delicious cock of yours.”
Fighting a nasty retort, Razer opened his legs and placed his hands on his hips. He tipped his head toward the light as he’d done several times and held the stance, adopting the look of a hungry beast stalking his prey.
“Jesus Christ. You have to do better than that. I can get another model.”
Swallowing hard, he clenched his fists. While the Neanderthal shoot was demeaning as well as infuriating, the photographer’s overt flirting was really driving him close to the edge. Phillip Kruger was the hottest photographer in the business and was sought after by many of the most coveted models gracing covers. The heavy set older German made sure Razer knew he wanted more than something professional. The wretched part about the realization was that he knew Phillip would call him again after obtaining additional shoots, but only if Razer allowed the guy to fuck him in the ass.
“You need me to suck that hot stick of yours and make you hard?” Licking his lips loudly, Phillip knelt between Razer’s legs and took a close up shot of shaft and balls. “Do you understand what I’m saying or are you too stupid?”
“I’m not stupid!” You mother fucking asshole.
“Then act like a professional,” Phillip said as he narrowed his eyes, looking up and down the length of his model.
Razer resisted the urge to strike him. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his flaccid dick and closed his eyes, imaging a tall golden haired blond ready to suck him off. “I’ll do it.” Stroking his shaft all the way to the base, he squeezed his balls, relishing in the pain.
“That’s beautiful, baby. I like that. Keep it up,” Phillip cooed as he continued shooting. “I love seeing you masturbate. Turns me the hell on.”
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