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

Jim turned to Reed. “Permission to speak, Sir.”


“Thank you, Master. I couldn’t really say. My best guess would be the mother. After the father died, when she was not beating the shit out of him, sorry Sirs, she leaned on him completely, never let him be a kid. The marriage was a May-December affair. The dad had a heart attack playing with the boy in the yard. I think the mother might have struck that note in an endless symphony. A person can be indoctrinated to believe anything if it is repeated often enough. Irene leaned on her husband, and losing him was the worst thing she could imagine. Since Irene could not conceive of anything she had done to bring about her husband’s heart attack, it had to be Brian. Brian became guilty by default and spent the rest of his childhood making up for killing his father.”


Bear bellowed, “She made a six-year-old believe he killed his dad?”


Chapter 48