Doren was born with a powerful gift -- a gift he's managed to use to put him well on his way to becoming a star. But there is more to that gift than just musical talent, and as careful as Doren is to hide that fact, there are some who know of the power behind the sound, and all the ways they could abuse it.<br><br>August's goal in life is simple: make an impact in the music industry. An opportunity to work as the personal assistant to Doren seems to be exactly the kind of break he needs to accomplish that goal.<br><br>But all too often in life, simple becomes just another complication, especially when there are people whose goal is even simpler: destroy and dominate.

The Gift

“More?” Doren took pause for acceptance and cautiously slipped another finger beside the two already in place.


“Jesu—” August cut off his own response, clamping his teeth together. It wasn’t pain that made his body shake. It was the more, more, moreinside his head; the oh-my-God-I-want-him-to-fuck-me-so-badthat both cock and ass were singing in harmony.


Doren didn’t give him time to let the plea slip out, “Aug, I’m going to come.” Doren twisted his fingers, squeezed August’s cock almost painfully, and a million nerves sang Doren’s praises. Wet warmth hit August’s mid-section seemingly from everywhere: from his own straining dick, from Doren’s trembling one, in random spatters and streams that met in the middle and painted relief on August’s abs and chest.


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