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“Sexy,” Brett finished for him.
They went into the hall and Brett whispered to him, “Just take my lead.”
“I’ll have to. I have no clue what I’m doing.”
Heading back to a bigger room, he saw weird furniture that wasn’t really furniture. They looked like instruments of torture, and then he remembered where he was. They most likely were instruments of torture.
Deeper in the room, he saw Lee, and he stopped in his tracks as he saw what Lee was doing.
Sitting on a tall-backed wooden chair, he was leaning his head back while two slaves worked on his dick. The thing was, he was crying. Tears came from his closed eyes, and he was gnawing the hell out of his bottom lip.
He was hard, but barely, and both slaves were competing to try to bring him to full arousal. Eli caught Lee’s chest shaking, caught his hands, both in fists. Eli wanted to go to him, but he knew that would erupt in a screaming match.
Backing out of the room, Eli started down the corridor, taking off the mask once again, his chest hurting from what he’d seen.
“Eli, wait up,” Brett called, running after him.
“Why did you want me to see that?”
“To show you the guy has a heart. He just buries it under all that bullshit that his political party, his family, all of them pile onto him. If he isn’t turned around soon, he will never be.”
Back into the room where he’d been stripped of his clothes, Eli started unzipping the leather pants they’d gotten him to wear, but, exhausted, he just sat on the bed. “He’s already in his late thirties. How the hell can I hope to help him change now?”
“He’s thirty-seven. Hardly so old that he’s set in his ways. I saw the news, Eli, that he actually went and talked to those protestors. None of them ever do that.”
“Well, it’s not like he was submissive there.”
“Likely didn’t want you to see him that way. Maybe he was trying to see what you are.”
Eli was frustrated, but he understood what Brett was trying to do. “He’s a beautiful man that has been led astray, so it’s up to little old me to straighten him out?”
“We’re all given challenges when it comes to relationships. Maybe you can get through to him. Maybe not, but isn’t it worth a try?”
Of course, it was. Lee was too, though he didn’t know how he’s pack away all the disdain he felt for the guy to have anything more with him. Then there was the father and the others who had him on puppet strings. “When and if I could ever get him to soften his rhetoric and policies, they’d chase him out of DC like the villagers going after Frankenstein.”
“Likely. If so, I’ll give you a phone number. You can only use it in that case if you truly need the help.”
“I’ll take it…I guess. You know, Brett, this, all this, isn’t me. I don’t know the first thing about this kind of lifestyle.”
“Neither did I, until my best friend with the six kinky boyfriends showed me all about it.”
As the slaves came in to help him get out of all the leather, he stared at Brett like he had just laid an egg. “Uh…six boyfriends? All at once?”
“They live together and everything.”
There was a dinner that evening, and Lee came in, dressed in a white linen suit. He was smiling as he walked in with Ryan, and Brett escorted Eli. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Lee, who looked more relaxed than he’d ever seen him.
“Ryan, you need to invest in this company. I’m telling you, it’s going to finance your retirement when you’re ready to leave here.”
“Assuming we will ever leave here,” Ryan joked.
“We will,” Brett corrected him. “And no thanks to the insider trading, Lee.”
“Insider what? Me?” He laughed as they sat at a long thick table, set with turquoise and blood-orange colored plates, hibiscus centerpieces and tall taper candles. The setting was beautiful, Lee was beautiful and the men serving them in the signature loincloths were beautiful.
He sat across from Lee, who wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t know if it was because he didn’t know Eli had seen him or if he did know.
The food came and the conversation stayed away from anything political. Eli hadn’t known Lee long, but he’d yet to see him have any conversation without something political coming into it.
