The Stripper Next Door (manxman)

Cecil has had a ruff life. With being starved for attention from his workaholic parents, bullied into submission by his drunken brother, beaten in school for being intelligent, and then being whisked away to collage so he wouldn't be a burden on his "perfect family," life wasn't kind to him. But things were looking up for him. He made friends in college, got himself a boyfriend, and was slowly pulling himself out of the gutter. But when his family mysterious found out he was gay, everything takes a turn for the worst. Or that's what he thinks anyway. His parents stopped paying for his school tuition and disowned him from the family. When the only hope he had, his boyfriend, broke up with him in front of all his friends, he didn't know what to do. He hd no money, no where to say, and almost no hope. After searching long and hard for a job, he finally found one that would pay for his tuition and a roof over his head. Unfortunately that job required him to give up the last of his dignity he had left.

Xavier had a fairly good life. His mother loved him to death and he was doing well financially. He owned a couple of BDSM clubs around town and his brother owned some strip clubs. He thought he was doing well in life. He could buy anything he needed, he could sleep with whatever twink he chose to play with, and has never gone hungry a day in his life. He thought he was on top of the world, until a teary eyed Cecil walked into his brother's strip club. Now he was willing to bend over backwards for the blonde little stranger. Xavier had never known these feelings, but he was determined to make Cecil his.

*** warning*****

this is an 18+ story. Please do not read if you are sensitive to extreme sexual content between to homosexual males, swearing, BDSM, mature themes, gayness and glitter, ext. thank you :)