Twenty-year-old Jacques fantasizes about being with much older men. All the guys he's been with around his own age just didn't cut it, and the one man he's been with who was older wasn't old enough. He wants a true silver fox, and he's more than willing to seek out one who attracts him the right way.<br><br>That's when he meets Sir Nicholas, who might as well be a reimagined Santa stud. After an awkward encounter at the gym where Jacques works, Nicholas offers him a job that pays far more than his janitor position. He’s to be a kept sex slave to serve Nicholas -- and whomever else the sexy Sir wants him to serve. Jacques eagerly accepts. After all, Nicholas is exactly the man he's waited so long to find.<br><br>But the more he spends time with Nicholas, the more Jacques wants exclusivity. He’s determined to win his sexy silver fox over to monogamy. Will he manage to get what Nicholas doesn’t seem willing to give? Or will he be just another temporary toy?

The Sir

“Also, don’t worry about a car. You won’t need one for the time being, but if you ever do, I can get you a much-newer one than the piece of junk you struggled with. Well, it’s dead now, so it doesn’t matter. I’ll also take care of the towing, so no worries there.”


Was I being bought and kept? I was so new to this. It was enticing, but it was overwhelming all the same. Maybe I wanted to be bought and kept. Maybe it was just my cock talking right now. I wasn’t sure. I just knew I wanted this man in some form. From the moment I’d first seen him, I’d known the desire itself even behind a mask.


Nicholas gently grabbed my chin and held it up a bit with his eyes possessing me. “As long as you consent, you’re mine to do as I wish.”


“If I share you with my special guests, you oblige with no complaints.”


“And if I decide not to share you anymore…?”


I paused and frottaged my cock against his hardness. I gasped and sighed repeatedly.


Chapter 8