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

Bear’s huge arms lifted both Brian and Irene from the floor.


He balanced Brian under his arm and placed Irene in Junior’s arms to take to the limo. Brian was babbling, and the tears were rolling down his cheeks and into his mouth. His nose was running and he fumbled for a tissue. “I have to get her stuff,” Brian whimpered to Bear. “This is entirely my fault. I didn’t take good enough care of her. I tried so hard.” His sobs were getting less controlled and bordered on hysteria.


“Brian, baby, no one could have known this. The only reason I found out is Reed had Jim Boy check your background for your membership at Indiscreet. Reed told Jim Boy to have the investigator dig a little deeper than usual, because he knew I was attracted to you and he didn’t want a repeat performance of the Antonio fiasco. If it weren’t for Jim Boy and Reed, I would have been a mushroom in the dark just like you,” Bear said.


Brian had stopped sobbing midway through Bear’s speech.


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