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

“That was Mr. Drummond last night, wasn’t it…over at my place? The fog is just beginning to lift from my brain.”


Jim got Brian back on the bed and watched as what looked like a black cloud fell over Brian’s face.


“Oh shit, now I’m going to lose my job too!” Brian cried.


Jim jumped up, but Brian had turned his head away from Jim and into his pillow. Brian looked defeated and had completely lost control. Jim was amazed.


I watched the cub all last night, and although sometimes tears came down his cheeks, he never made a sound. It was obvious he was in distress, but why.


I’ll be damned, nothing fazed him until Bear’s name was mentioned. I’m no Dr. Harris, but I bet I can get to the root of this outburst.


“Hey cub, cool down. Sir left me here to make sure you were okay. He is on his way back in this morning.”


“I haven’t even started my job and already I’m a problem.”


Chapter 41