The bittersweet tale of Bear and his Boy -- a BDSM Dom and his fledgling Sub -- who live “the life” in west central New Jersey, just north of Trenton. Donald K. Drummond is the Master of all he surveys -- a legend in commercial real estate in New Jersey by day and by night a Master Dom at the gay BDSM club, Indiscreet. What he couldn't find was a boy to call his own. That all changed when a nerd with taped glasses and worn Dockers barged into his office spilling his bottle of 1985 Bourdeau over his priceless Persian carpet. Brian Murphy came with a host of troubles, the least of which was his grasping aunt, his invalid mother, and his rather tenuous position in Donald's mail room. Can a Dom with issues of his own come to train and trust a needy boy from his own mailroom? It's all A Matter of Trust.

A Matter of Trust

I thought I could make him into the perfect submissive. I thought that with my training, any boy could be “my” boy. Antonio made all the right moves, he acquired the look, stance, and mannerisms of an extremely well-trained boy and was adept at the subtlety it took to hint at the fires that raged within him.


Even so, Bear was experienced enough to know that Antonio was all show and no go, and Bear was about to pull the plug and find the boy a more suitable placement.


It was ego, as well as sheer laziness and a lack of self-discipline on my part, which kept Antonio longer than the six weeks it took to make an assessment. Antonio was smart enough to read the prevailing winds and took off with an older and much wealthier rival. Cutting him loose without a settled position and contract was never my intention. He ran straight into the arms of a well-heeled club guest whose proclivities as a Dominant made the Marquis De Sade a pacifist and gave me permanent regret.


Chapter 3