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

How do you figure that?” Brian asked, rubbing at his temple.


“Cub, you’re not thinking straight. Did you not hear me tell you Sir was coming to take you home with him?”


“Shit, Jim, he’s going to hate me for causing him so much trouble.”


“Cub, you’re more fucked up than I thought. Look, how do you feel about Bear Drummond?” Jim asked.


“Bear Drummond…what do you mean feel?”


There it was, a sense of déjà vu, Brian thought. I have had this conversation once already, but not with Jim. He looked at Jim with intense concentration trying to grab at that snippet of memory.


“Feel, Brian. You know what I mean. Feel, eyes across the room feel. Hot to trot, feel. You said you owed me, so it is payback time. Okay, so how do you feel about the Bear?”


I have done this before. Brian snapped, “Okay, I think I’m in love with him, Jim. You are now paid in full. Did you have to do that, make me show my neck? I know I’m a twice damned fool, but I’d like to keep some pride, thank you very much.”


Chapter 42