The Art of Second Chances (MxM) | WORKING TITLE (Coming Soon)

Chapter 1: A brief moment

(Spencer's POV, August 22, 2015)

I once believed that every moment in your life happens for a reason, could be destiny, maybe even fate. But now, I believe that's complete nonsense, because whatever happens in your life is determined by your choices. Was it his choice to die? I shake my head and get rid of my depressing thoughts and calm myself, thinking of a quote I've known for months now: "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment".

The dim lit room was filled with people gasping and panting as they watched my first scene unfold. A submissive tied on table with colorful wax and the remains of the melted ice mixing with sweat, making this beautiful boy glisten under the stage light. Although, he couldn't see with the blindfold, subs and doms alike are watching with flushed expressions, and some are already doing something other than watching.

"Please...", I hear him beg. Tsk tsk... somebody has already forgotten what to call me.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"...Master, please,"

"Good boy," I say proudly. Well, I probably prolonged this sweet torture long enough, I'll tease him more later after I get my prize. What can I say? I love playing with him.

Kneeling before my old friend, I caress his chest, erect nipples, and his perfectly flat stomach, making his already hard cock twitch in anticipation. I trail my fingers on his worn out body one more time before I wrap my hand on his leaking shaft, making him shiver from my touch. My hand moves excruciatingly slow as I see him grit his teeth trying to fight himself from moaning. I see my friend doesn't want to lose the bet, can't have that, can we?

I continue playing with his purplish cock while I get the bottle of lube and pour it on his balls making it drip to his exposed asshole. Knowing my friend likes it rough, I didn't use too much even though I'll only use my fingers tonight.

"You're being an exceptionally good boy," I praise him. "But you've been quiet tonight, let me change that," I whisper seductively.

I slip in two fingers at once making him groan, biting his lips. When I feel he's adjusted to the intrusion, I slowly move my fingers in and out and immediately add my middle finger, as well as increasing the pace of my hand on his swollen member.

"Please... Master... Spencer," he finally begs with a moan.

"Not yet, Pet," I reply.

Teasing has become a terrible habit of mine...all because of him. I forget these thoughts as I focus on the person writhing on the small table. I speed up the pace of my fingers even more, playing with both his shaft and his hole making my beautiful pet moan loudly. Now I get why doms love it! The way Dylan's body reacted to the touch of wax that hit his alluring body, the way he shivered from pleasure because of the cold ice; the amount of pleasure you can give somebody is tantalizing.

I don't dare prolong teasing because he'll have my head later if I do.

"Come for me, Pet!" I say ending this sweet torture.

I feel his hole tighten on my fingers as his cock releases the white cream of the heavens; Master Aiden's words not mine. He lets a huge scream of ecstasy as I milk out the remains of his heightened orgasm. The stage lights are turned off as I exit my fingers from his channel. I take off the blindfold and see my friend has dozed off, it seems that he lost the bet, he's so gonna get it from me when he wakes up. I quickly remove the restraints and carry him to my playroom, whispering praises to this beautiful man.

The security guy opens up the door to my assigned playroom and I lay him on the bed for his aftercare. Remember when you were the one being taken care off? Those days are over I reply to myself, as I get busy cleaning Dylan's body. Removing the wax is so much easier because of the new oil Master Aiden gave me.