Part One

Innocence is thought to be charming, as it brings delightful possibilities to be Exploited. When you are little, your parents always say kindness is the key to success, well, most of the time. You are always taught that kindness gets a certain result and hate, or manipulation get another. It has always been the status quo in society since the current society norms were created many moons ago.

When you grow, you then start to see the darker sides to what life has to bring to the feeble human being. From the obvious dark forces of drugs, violence, and sexual assault. Robbery, greed and anguish. However, it also starts to show the more hidden and discreet forces, like social manipulation, and two faced liars.

Well, Rick had reached this point of maturity. 23 years old, single and ready to mingle. Had just been promoted in his banking job and was earning around £80,000 a year. He was fiercely intelligent, going to the top University in the US, and scoring the top scores for his Accounting degree. He was fit, playing Rugby part time, and was always down in the onsite gym of his apartment complex. If anyone didn't know where Rick was, that was the first place they would go. He was not particularly aiming for something when he was down there, he just enjoyed the buzz that came with exercise. He wanted to be toned and healthy but enjoyed mingling with the other gym goers and his team mates on the Rugby pitch. Also, when it came to the gym, he loved to look at the odd piece of eye candy that would come down and work on the machines. There was one particular guy, who was always down at 6am, bang on. Never faulting, he would walk through the door at 6am, it was spooky.

There was only one time he didn't walk through the door, and that was because he wasn't in the country. In one of the brief chats he had with him, he found out that he was flown out to Beijing to close a business deal for the company he worked for. In many ways he was very similar to Rick, tall, good build, focused on fitness, and had a very stable job. He must have only been in his early 20s, he couldn't be any older. If he was, age had been a kind mistress to his skin and physique.

The day was closing, and work was done for the day, which meant it was time for Rick to go home, make some tea and head down to the gym for his evening routine. In the evenings the gym was always a ghost town. It was always the early hours when the gym would be busy, which Rick thought was really weird. In the year and a half that he had been there, the trend

had not changed, so could not see it changing any time soon. Maybe that was just the routine of everyone in the building, and he was just unique in his work out timing.

It was 8pm, and after eleven minutes of panting and heavy breathing, taking the stress of the work day out on the various workout machines that Rick enjoyed to use, someone joined him. It was the 6am man!

Rick was ecstatic but had to hold his composure and stayed cool. If there was any time to go up to this guy and try and start something it would be now, the gym is empty, it is the evening, so no one is rushing off to work, and the timing just seemed right. Rick bit the bullet and went over to talk to him. The guy was on the treadmill, so he joined him on the neighbouring machine.

"Hey..." "Hi"

The conversation started, kinda. Rick was on the boiling point with nerves and he thought the guy must be able to see the nerves, but they continued.

"What do you like doing down here then? Are you aiming for something in particular?" said Rick.

"Um, I love cardio, I mostly just like to maintain my current build you know, not gain but not loose either" said the guy.

"Nice! Yeah same here I just love exercising, I play Rugby outside of this"

"Oh really! You look like a Rugby boy, it's the shoulders I think...how long have you played?" "Oh it's been a little while, started in school and played it ever since... I am Rick by the way"

"Jordon, it's nice to meet you Rick" said with a cheeky Cheshire grin slapped to his face. Rick could not believe his luck. One he is speaking to a guy face to face, as before this he would only ever approach a guy via digital means, as he would always be crippled with nerves. Also, this guy was so nice! He could withhold a reasonable conversation, beyond the 'hey' stages, and he was so, so, so handsome. From the tips of his auburn hair, down his chiselled jawline, geometrically correct and pleasing shoulders, to his soft hairless chest, all the way down to his

proportionally perfect legs and then to the very tips of his toes. Now he was right in front of him he could have a proper examination of the beauty that lay in front of him, or, stand, or jogging...on the treadmill.

He had a very boy next door physique, where he was in good shape and had muscles, but they were soft looking and not chiselled to every inch of their lives. His skin was subtle tan and eyes a piercing blue. An ice blues.

He really was something created by god to make other men, and women, and all in between, salivate and gush at the wonderment of his complexion. They continued to speak and moved to different machines, whilst still maintaining a great conversation. It went from the machines they were using, to their days at work, and what they were doing as part of their job. Jordon worked as an Operations executive at a technology company and had done so for about two years. He was slightly older than Rick, at 28, which had him struck with surprise. Like how could this man be a day older than 21. They keep speaking and as if time had just jumped a little, it was 10pm.

"Hey man, I need to go upstairs and cook some food before work tomorrow, wanna join me for a drink?", suggested Jordon. Rick was struck, he had never been invited back to someone's place before;

"Yeah, I am down for that, lets head upstairs..."

So, the two men put away their gym gear and headed upstairs to Jordon's apartment. He lived on the 12th floor of the building, whereas Rick lived on the 5th. When they got to his apartment, Rick placed his bag down and went inside. Rick at this point did not know much about Jordon, this was still only their first real meeting. They had never spoken in the gym before today, so there was still a lot about Jordon that Rick wanted to ask and get to know. Upon first glance of his apartment, Rick was intrigued. The place was minimal, a colour scheme of different shades of white and cream, with shots of burgundy and orange piercing out of the clinical interior. He had a lot of books around the place, with the main book case in the living area. The layout of the apartment was similar to Rick's, with an airy open plan feeling, the kitchen large and the ceilings tall. The living area shared space with the kitchen and everything had a good position within the apartment.

There was a huge sloping floor lamp positioned next to the burgundy arm chair, and a matching two seat couch adjacent to it. The entire left side of the living area was the skyline of London, with panoramic floor to ceiling windows. Everything was in order, from the utensils on

the kitchen worktops to the books placed on the shelf and on the coffee table. Not an object out of place. It was clean too, no dirty dishes and no left over food or drink anywhere for the eye to see. He was obviously an organised individual from what Rick could see. There could be something musical about him too, with a huge Cello on a stand, on display in the corner of the living area.

"Nice place you got here! We have very similar tastes; did you design this place yourself?" Asked Rick.

"I did, I love modernism so when I, I mean we got this place, it had to be modern"

"We? Do you have a housemate?"

"No, me and my ex moved here about four years ago, and then I found him cheating with a so called friend of mine in our own bed, so I kicked him out and never saw him again. Since then I have lived on my own" Explained Jordon.

"Gosh I am so sorry, what an arse"

"Yeah, it's all good now though, he showed his true colours then, which I am glad he did as if he showed them years after I would have been a very angry boy indeed! Anyways, what drink can I get you gym boy"

Gym Boy. That was a new nickname, but one Rick liked.

The boy had good humour, these traits are all looking like pretty good ones, where was the catch?

As Jordon made the drinks, they both spoke more about their tastes and what they liked and disliked, in cocktails with Jordon hating anything with Rum inside, and Rick loving a good Sex on the Beach or Mojito. They discussed their tastes in food, with Rick being a lover of curries and spice, and Jordon being more of an inner Italian. They spoke about their tastes in music, with Rick being a Pop kinda guy, and Jordon being more of a classical music man. Lastly, they discussed their types and tastes in men, with Jordon liking well mannered, younger men that enjoyed fitness like him, and Rick liking slightly older men, who also liked fitness and tended to be taller and have darker hair.

"Well, I am no romantic coach, but sounds like we match perfectly from what you are saying..." joked Jordon.

They both moved from the kitchen and sat on the sofa overlooking the skyline at twilight hour. Small specs of light made the shapes of buildings and the moon pierced through the sky like a spot light on a theatre stage. Time went by, and conversation kept flowing.

"Why have I not spoken to you before this? If only you come down to the gym later in the day like you did today!" said Rick.

"I know I feel the same, but I cannot go to work before doing a few hours in the gym beforehand. That is my coffee you know, some people take a coffee to work, I take an hour on the treadmill"

Well, that would explain the only 6am, from Ricks observations of the orderly nature of Jordon's home, to the fact that he uses exercise to wake him up in the mornings.

"Oh my is that the time! I need to go its very late!" declared Rick as he saw the clock on the wall saying 1am. Jordon showed Rick to the door and they said their goodbyes.

"Hey, are you free tomorrow, I would love to cook you dinner sometime! I am quite the chef" Jordon said with pride.

"Yeah, I'm free, let's do it!"

They hugged, and Jordon went to give Rick a peck on the cheek, which he reciprocated and, in that split second, he turned a bright crimson.

"So, see you tomorrow then mr..." "See you tomorrow Gym Boy..."

There it was again. Whenever he called Rick Gym Boy, the words left his mouth in such a manner in which made Rick quiver inside. Intense shot of butterflies in his stomach.

So, the anxious and exciting wait until the next meeting tomorrow. Never had Rick felt this intense attraction, to not only a random stranger a matter of hours ago, but a random male stranger a matter of hours ago. He had never been good in relationships, the very few

relationships he had entered often ended in heartbreak. He could never clasp why, but he would always be the romantic and the one to treat his spouse. He loved being in the company of others and loved his friends intensely. One could say he was one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

It was 5pm, tired from work, Rick went to his apartment to have a shower and freshen up before he was to host Jordon, as he felt bad going to his again, and wanted to treat him this time. He put on his favourite Ralf Lauren polo shirt, jeans and white Converse. Then, in no time there was a knock on the door.

"Hey stranger" Greeted Jordon in a quite cheeky tone. "Long time no see hey! Come on in"

As Rick looked into Jordon's big icy blue eyes, he felt a strange feeling. He felt warm and content and homely. He felt something inside that was telling him something, a sign, a premonition, a warning maybe. Pushing that aside, Rick looked into his eyes and all he could that he could feel, was that he was happy. Jordon walked inside, and no one could predict what was to happen that evening, but Rick was excited to find out what would.

Only a few minutes had passed since Jordon entered Ricks apartment, but already he felt elated and tingly inside. Those damn butterflies rattled in the cage inside his torso. The neutral and different feelings that had showed their head when he first set eyes on him had long gone, and instead been replaced with feelings of immense intensity. Happiness, lust, and most certainly horniness.

"How's your day been gym boy?", said Jordon.

"Oh it's been alright, same old same old nothing exciting to report here! How was yours?"

"Pretty good actually, managed to sway a telecoms company to sign a 5 year contract for our company as we needed some new equipment for the expansion coming up", explained Jordon in a very intellectual and business like manor, as if merely describing his day took his mind right back to that working mindset.

Rick was mesmerised and couldn't really understand what Jordon was on about. It was not because he couldn't understand the theory or concept of what was being said, but the haze of lust and content had blurred his vision, and his audio senses. There was still something about

him that seemed a little mysterious, but the lust took over and whatever was mysterious about him, was sure to come out at some point, so it didn't bother Rick at all.

"So, um, do you want a drink? Gosh it's been Ten minutes and I haven't got you a drink I am such a crappy host, let me ..." and before Rick could finish his sentence, Jordon grabbed his arm in passing as he attempted to rush past the couch.

"Hey, stop stressing, although you look super cute when your stressed, stop stressing", Jordon explained, while speaking so softly it rattled the internal butterflies inside Ricks stomach even further. Whilst in that moment, the very connection of Jordon's soft fingers, gripping onto Ricks wrist sent a wave of energy up into his mind. Time stopped around them and the only things in focus, was Jordon, and Rick himself. Whilst looking into his eyes, Jordon stood to be level with Rick, and began to gently stroke his cheek with his other hand, without uttering a single word. As the stroke progressed, they come closer and closer together, feeling each other's breath, and then their energy, more and more as the two came closer and closer together. The alignment of the stars had been good to them that day, as their minds worked in perfect sync.

They had eventually come so close their lips begun to touch one another, and soon enough they had their first kiss, which was just as gentle as the subtle stroke Jordon delivered to Ricks cheek. As they became more comfortable, they began to kiss further and further, their mouths beginning to intertwine one another and further connect them to each other. All of the energy of the past few days that Rick had felt with Jordon, had come to a head, and spilled entirely into this moment. This incredibly intimate and passion filled moment.

Rick then brought the moment to an abrupt stop;

"God I wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you in the gym"

"Oh really gym boy, well I hope the reality is going to be as good as the dream..." replied Jordon with merely a whisper, then proceeding the pull Rick into the bedroom and away from the couch.

The moment resumed, but this time skipping the gentle beginnings. Skipping the first couple chapters and diving straight into the plot. Rick fell onto the bed with Jordon on top of him, he swiftly begun to place his hands underneath the vest Jordon was holding and pushed it off him, and Jordon then proceeding to unbutton Rick. Taking the layers off one by one to reveal their natural bodies to each other for the first time in a delightful haze. Ricks image of what Jordon looked like remained pretty accurate, whilst he explored and discovered every inch, every

crease and every definition of Jordon's body, whilst he explored Rick. Kissing the area underneath Ricks jawline, making him grip onto Jordon's torso tighter as the butterflies flew under controllably within his ribcage. In that moment, Rick pushed Rick to the side and switched positions, with Rick on top this time and Jordon on the bed. He proceeded to kiss and caress Jordon's chest, running his nose on the various ridges that defined his torso, with his breath and feeling sending the butterflies in Jordon's stomach into overdrive.

Lower and lower Rick explored, running his nose and tongue down the ridges of his abdomen and his belly button, down to just above his groin.

Rick looked up and at Jordon, locking eyes with each other, whilst Rick proceeded to go down and orally pleasure Jordon. He was overcome with sensations, Jordon's eyes closed, and his fists clenched, relaxed, then clenched again. He run his fingers through Ricks hair, and he went down, and then started to push Rick deeper and deeper, causing him to come up to gasp for air. Rick was no longer in control; he was purely being controlled by the moment and what his emotions dictated. We were overcome with a tsunami of sensations that drove every move he made with Jordon. After a few minutes of oral pleasure, Rick rose and proceeded to kiss Jordon again, both men in the height of pleasure. Flipping over, Jordon mimicked Ricks moves, and begun to caress his body before eventually repaying him with oral pleasure, of the highest calibre.

Was this really happening? Rick was struck. He was not the most sexually advanced. He had encounters with men before, but not with as much emotion and vigour as he was having with Jordon. There was an element that was different and made this experience what it was.

The night continued with as much emotion and passion as it started with. Eventually, Jordon reached climax whilst inside Rick, his hands firmly grasping Ricks back and shoulders, and this sent Rick also into the climax of the night, whilst his hands clenched the linen beneath him.

They lay there, naturally staring into the ceiling of Ricks bedroom. Both of them exhausted and processing the events of that evening.

"Wow, you are quite the guy gym boy, I haven't felt that way in a very long time I hope you know that!"

"Oh really, well, I feel pretty honoured then. I could say the same about you" Whispered Rick, as he regained his breath.

"Well, let's get to sleep, we have work in the morning" Mentioned Jordon, and they proceeded to lay on their sides. Jordon slipped his arm through Rick from behind, and placed his hand resting on the inside of Ricks chest. Rick then pushed his body tight into Jordon's, and held his arm to his chest.

"Goodnight Gym Boy" "Goodnight mr"...

Many thoughts ran through Ricks head as he began to fall asleep. They do say the mind is its most awake before you sleep. He was filled with elation and liked Jordon even more. That connection, that little click when he sees him, clearly showed something was blossoming between the two men. There was clearly a natural longing to be with him. Yet, at the same time something inside is still warning him, that being with Jordon is like playing with fire. He did push Ricks head a little harder than one would imagine when engaging in an oral act, but maybe that was just his thing? A kink, or his inner dominance coming out? That could not be the reason for this inner gut instinct.

Well, whatever was igniting this little feeling side, it hadn't showed its reasonings so far, and how Rick felt, nestled into the body of Jordon and holding his arm tight to his chest, he was quite happy in that moment to be playing with fire, because he had not yet got burnt...

That night ignited a whole four months of courtship, dating, and eventual officiating of their new exclusive relationship. A brand new blossoming coupling of two human beings. Two beautiful men who made sweet music when they were together. The most intense conversation, the most amazing laughs and the most passionate of sex any of them had collectively discovered or experienced.

Everything was perfection, as perfect as perfection could be. Their two apartments' had now become one, with each of them having the spare keys to each other's apartment. Gliding into each one as if they were adjacent, and not five floors apart from each other. One glorious day, of famous London rain and winds, Jordon was busy at work and was doing overtime, trying to seal a deal between his company and a high profile oil company, over some oil reserves in the Middle East. Rick was sitting in Jordon's kitchen. He looked around, and remembered the first time they met, just like it was yesterday.

The neatly placed books on the coffee table, still neatly placed. The books, and the kitchen, still showroom worthy it was that clean. He was still rather intimidated by the cleanliness of Jordon's apartment, it made him feel bad about his, which really was not that bad. The high standards that Jordon set with his showroom like apartment weren't really realistic ones. Rick decided to walk into his bedroom and sit on the bed for a bit to wait for Jordon to come back, which at that time would have been a couple hours. He sat down on the soft mattress and neatly made bed.

He remembered the memories that lay imprinted into the sheets. The first time, and the times after that. Affection to the highest degree, enduring conversations, hours long sex. Often kinky sex that Rick enjoyed immensely. He really did not realise there were so many sides and techniques when it came to sex. It was only when he met Jordon when he realised how naïve he had been to the world of sex beforehand.

From cuffs, to whips, ball gags and chains. Suspension, gimp masks and paddles. He had experienced it all with Jordon. Some he loved, and some he loathed, but he could not say that too Jordon as it would really upset him. He had come to realise that Jordon was very much a dominant soul inside, and outside the bedroom. Once Rick had explained his distaste to Jordon about his overuse of Oregano in a Bolognese he made once, and Jordon responded with a throw of a plate that he was holding in his hand, which eventually smashed into tiny places, splintering to every inch of the kitchen, leaving an awful sound that resonated through the apartment. To Rick, this was just passion for his work, and annoyance that the food he had made wasn't to the same standards of which he placed objects around his home. This increasingly erratic behaviour was starting to worry him though, what if he winced or complained in the very slightest about something they would do in passion? Complain about his almost over dominance. As much as Rick loved the whole idea of being tied up and surrendering all control over to his master, he also did crave pure love. The type of love making two people who loved each other would have. Just simply the bed, kisses, and the 'simple' action of having a good time. No whips, no chains, no ball gags. Just them and the feelings they had for each other.

This is what Rick craved the very most, and as days went by we was beginning to lose faith in ever feeling that with Jordon, with his emphasis of such control over things around the home, like the books on the coffee table. To the food he cooked, liked the Bolognese he had made, to Rick himself.

As he sat on the bed thinking about his situation, Rick saw something down in the corner of the bed. A book, an old book, laying there in no order or in the company of no other objects or books. This was not like Jordon.

Rick picked up the book and proceeded to look in the cover at what it was. It was a diary. Jordon's Diary.

Should he read it? Gosh he felt like a school child. The urge to read it was great but what if Jordon ever found him reading this book? He was sure he wouldn't mind; it would be a laugh as Rick had plenty of diaries that Jordon could read through. All of them innocent and naïve, in true Rick fashion.

12th May 2013

Dear Diary

So, we finally have done it, Zach and I have found the place! It's so weird to say we have moved into a home that we call ours. When I first laid eyes on Zach, I knew we would be something, but I could never for my wildest dreams feel like we could call it for five years, and then end up coming in together. What's next hey family? Wow I need to reign it back! No children for me not now anyways. He has never said anything about children, but I hope he doesn't want any for a little while. I enjoy our times together. He may have christened the apartment already, with Zachary insisting he was bent over the countertop during the time of the pasta boiling. He can be such a tease, and such a good bottom...."

Who was Zachary? Was this the ex, this post is over five years old so It could be. Seems like the dominant thing isn't new for Jordon either, saying that he had never been bent over the countertop, Rick was slightly jealous.

Besides the point, he read on to try and gain more information about Jordon and read about this 'Zachary'.

22nd June, 2013

Dear Diary,

Well it's been just over a month and things are going great! Zach is away again for his work thing, I do with the work things weren't so regular, but he's happy so that makes me happy. What did I do today? I did a spot of reading, then went down to the gym at around 9am, and then came back up did a spot of cleaning, hit the shops

and saw this amazing shirt, got that and came back. A bright sunshine yellow shirt. It was a perfect mix between bright, and mellow.

After that, that's it really! God if anyone read this, they would think I am such a bore! I am so sorry for being so boring but hey ho, exciting times lie ahead me and Zach have a holiday coming up which is sure to be a lot of fun!

Until next time xox

Wow. This was the first time Rick had seen Jordon speak in such a romantic tone. Vulnerability. Something he thought Jordon did not possess. Openly admitting he missed this 'Zach', which is obviously now the ex.

They seemed so happy, he could now see why Jordon was so touchy and reluctant to speak about the ending of their relationship. It seemed pretty serious. Five years a move together that's not a happy fling, that's a committed relationship. A settling down of two people ready to be part of each other's lives for the rest of their days.

Rick flicked through the diary, and to say Jordon was the regular writer was an understatement. He would write every day almost, with a few breaks of a couple days and that's it. Always starting with the date and dear diary. Happy, or sad, or angry, all the posts started the same and looked the same, all in harmony together, bound in this secretive book.

He then found a post a little later, on the 18th March 2015, and proceeded to read on;

18th March 2015

Dear Diary,

Well, today marks a special day in my life. Mat firsts under my belt. Me and Zachary have just come back from a great trip to Sweden, for once not a business one, it was to visit his parents and spend some time together after working so hard as of late in our careers. We spoke about so much over there. Our profound love for each other, the happiness that radiated from his family. We even discussed children. Like me, and Zach, having kids. Like who in gods earth could predict that! I am not exactly the fathering type, but the thought of having children really did elate me when I thought of it.

That was until yesterday, as I walked in my flat and saw my beloved Zach balls deep in a mutual friend. I walked into the flat and heard the distant noises coming from our bedroom. I could hear Tom shouting 'fuck me harder Zach, harder'. Agh I can't shake the tone out my head of those noises. Such joy. Zach being the willing top that he was, adhering to the bottom begging him for more. What did I do in my life to deserve the sight that I saw. In my bed, my goddamn bed. The bed where Zach and I share times together, shared intimacy together and have memories together. The memories imprinted into the sheets of our bed, being molested by the naked body of a close friend to us, being banged by my fiancé. Yes, I forgot to mention that we also got engaged while in Sweden.

It only took six years and buying an apartment together for him to finally get the courage to ask me the question, to which replied yes as I had no reason not to. This kind, beautiful, wonderful young man, tearing away his reputation right in front of my eyes....

"Oh my.." Rick thought. This was what Jordon was taking about, discovering the infidelity of his fiancé. He didn't realise he had been engaged before.

It must have been heart breaking to see such a sight, your loved one opening cheating on you with not even anyone, a mutual friend. That must have really hurt. Come to think of what Rick had read, he was starting to see why Jordon maybe has put such an emphasis on control. During times of being vulnerable and in a way, similar to how Rick is now, having all that destroyed by a loved one, I would wish for the upmost control of everything. I kind of defence mechanism to try and ensure nothing like that ever happens again.

...The sight on Toms face when he saw me was a painting it really was, but what he said along with Zach made it even better.

"Come Join us J! There's room for another top baby ...." He said! Ha! I could not believe the confidence that he exuded whilst he lay on his back on my bed, legs vertical and looking dead into my eyes whilst he's fully aware that it's my fiancé that's 7 inches deep into his backside. Something clicked, anger, pain, frustration that I had allowed myself to be under the spell of apparently an arsehole. I threw the vase we had on the dressing table in the direction of Tom, and he soon jumped off the bed and run out the apartment. Now it was just me and Zach. I wasn't sure what to think, what to see. I wanted to break his neck so badly, but then I wanted to also stick my tongue down his throat and teach him a lesson for betraying me.

He then made the decision easy for me. You ready for this? He came to me, and whispered, "Bet you didn't think I had it in me to be a top, did you? And proceeded to giggle and walk towards the bed. I was struck, still so cocky and confident, how on earth could anyone even exude this confidence after such a prolific act and being caught in such act too! He laid on the bed, and if things couldn't get any worse, he proceeded to get back onto the bed, on his hands and knees. Arched his back and pointed his now exposed ass in my direction and proceeded to tell me to "Punish him, daddy". He had a dirtiest grin on his face, and he then faced away and awaited his punishment.

Within a moment my mind was gone, I was awash with a mix of so many different feelings. I slowly took my engagement ring off and placed it on the dresser, and picked up the platinum ornament that was placed there, a lovely trophy that he won when cheerleading back in University.

I walked over, put my hand on his left ass cheek and grabbed it firmly making him moan and once again request I punished him. So, to listen to his requests, I lifted the trophy high in the air, and then with all the force I had within me, sent it crashing down into Zachary's back, the base of it piercing the skin and causing blood to escape the skin, onto the covers and onto me. As it impacted his body, I felt my body rush with emotions, upset, hurt and anger. So I then lifted it and smashed it again and again to the point his vertebrae were now exposed, and our once beautiful white satin sheets were now a deep red.

I think he got his punishment.

The room that Rick was sat in had now become freezing cold. The bed that he sat on, become freezing cold, and the trophy that he once admired on the table in Jordon's Living-room had all of a sudden lost its glamour. Jordon killed Zach.

He is a murderer, and so clearly one from his very descriptive diary extract. What was he to do? He couldn't really go and ask him like "Hey! So how did it feel to murder your adulterous ex?"

Rick was lost and confused, he thought he knew Jordon, but from this book, seems not. What If the plate smashing was a sign of things to come. One day his anger becomes too much, and he does the same to Rick. Should he call the police? But he did have a reason? But did Zach deserve to die such a cold death? So many questions, not many answers. No answers actually. In that moment, Rick reluctantly came to the decision, he needed to call the police. He swung open the bedroom door, and run into the living room, only to be stopped, by Jordon.

"Hey Gym Boy, so, cats out the bag ay!"

Rick was stunned, like a deer in headlights. Jordon was sat cross legged in the armchair, facing Rick with the same cheeky grin he described in the diary.

"So, you found my book, good reading isn't it, autobiographies are always so gripping! So why are you in such a rush, I have only just got back" Said Jordon in an almost sarcastic tone.

He rose and come towards Rick, placed his hand on the side of his face and the other hand moved towards to the book and slowly pried it away from Ricks hands. Still speechless, but under a spell of something, he just couldn't move. All movement was deemed useless. His arms, legs, voice. Nothing, not a peep.

"Come on baby, you seem tense" Jordon explained, whilst holding Ricks hand and moving him back to the bedroom, where he proceeded to close and then lock once they were both inside. He begun to kiss Rick passionately and pushed him with force back onto the bed he was just on whilst reading the diary. Jordon placed the diary down and ripped Ricks trousers off within seconds. Panting with both rage and passion, Jordon then demanded Rick to flip over on his hands and knees.

"Come on boy, flip over and let me show you what happens when we go exploring where we shouldn't", he said in a breathless tone, and without a question, Rick flipped around on his hands and knees, and arched his back for Jordon.

Seconds seemed like hours, as Jordon came closer and closer to Rick. Silence filled the room as Jordon stared at Ricks half-naked body. He pulled down his trousers, to reveal his now deeply aroused self, and came behind Rick. He placed his hands on his back, then stopped. Slowly running hands on the fabric of Ricks T-Shirt, run his hands over and then underneath, slowly pushing it up his back, to reveal the skin beneath it.

In that moment, Rick shed a tear, and remembered the times before. They were so happy, what happened? What was to happen? He, nor anyone could know what was to happen next, all he could do, was wait....