Chips looked out of the windows. Troy went all out to hide this callboy situation from the public. Looking at the man beside him, he asked, “What do you think?”

  They were driving through the woods to a cottage. It was getting darker the deeper they went.

  He nervously nodded. “I didn’t think he’d call me out so soon. Did you prepare the blindfold?”

  “I told Troy. Gun agreed to it. Seems like he’s ready to let go of King.”

  The man stared out of the window for a moment, then looked into the side-view mirror at his appearance, saying, “I better do a good job worth the thousands he is paying me.”

  They reached the cottage and there were surprisingly no guards outside. Troy wasn’t around too.

  Handing him a mask, he said, “Just go in. He’s alone. I’ll be waiting outside for you.”

  The man walked through the cottage that was barely decorated, giving the short time it was bought in. He made his way to the master bedroom and heard humming coming from the inside. Frowning, ‘Does he even know that I’m here? How can he be so unaware of his surroundings?’

  He knocked on the door, and the humming stopped.

  Inside the room, Gun was sitting on a chair staring out the window at the bird’s nest, watching the mother bird feed her babies. The cottage was peaceful. He was even thinking of moving here just to escape reality.

  He was dressed in all white male lingerie with thigh-high stockings complementing the set. He quickly put the blindfold on and listened to the sound of the door opening.

  The man walked in and his brows raised. He didn’t expect Gun to look so mouth watering. Closing the door, he took off his shoes and walked up to him. Gun’s head turned his way when the floor creaked under him.

  He leaned down and touched Gun’s hand, who moved it from fright but calmed and let him take his hand. He helped Gun up as he savoured his beautiful dispy. Running his hands up Gun’s arms to his shoulder, then to his neck, he cupped Gun’s face with the intention of kissing him.

  Figuring out his motive, Gun moved his head, saying, “No kissing.”

  The man smirked and leaned down, kissing his neck, sucking the flesh into his mouth.

  “Don’t leave a mark,” Gun warned him and he felt the man smirk against his neck. He was hoisted up and carried to the bed and, in that moment, he smelled the delicious cologne he was wearing.

  Gun looked down at him with his hands wrapped around his neck nervously. He didn’t know what was going to happen next and this damned blindfold that was making him nervous and sensitive needed to go!

  The man dropped Gun down on the bed harshly. He rubbed his manhood that grew the moment he entered the room and shook his head. ‘I’m going to enjoy rearranging your insides. You won’t remember what it was like being with King.’

  He picked Gun’s legs up and pced his right leg against his manhood, allowing him to feel how turned on he was as he took his left leg and pulled the stocking off. He rubbed his nose against the foot and could smell that Gun had cleaned up before he arrived.

  Gun gasped as he felt the soul of his foot get licked. His toes slipped into the man’s warm mouth. He left a trail of kisses down Gun’s leg while Gun’s toes were teasing his manhood after they slipped into his pants and found him commando.

  Face down on the bed, Gun moaned into the sheets as the man’s mouth devoured him.

  “E-enough!” Gun managed to shout and the man’s movements came to a stop. “My balls are empty. You can stop now.”

  The man frowned. Sure, it’s been five hours already, but so what? No one told Gun to have such a weak stamina build. Or was it because it had been a few years now?

  Leaning down, he whispered, “Just go to sleep. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Gun who had been fighting his sleep heard the man’s voice for the first time since his arrival. The grunts from before weren’t much he could go off, but it sounded strange and familiar.

  He shook his head. “I’m not paying you to make me disabled.”

  The man frowned, then sighed. He turned Gun over and went back to his business, knocking Gun unconscious.

  *

  Troy held a container of smelling salts under Gun’s nose, waking him up. Gun was frantic and looked around confused. Closing the container, he sat down on the bed and cupped Gun’s cheek, examining him, “I thought you were dead.”

  “What happened?”

  “You’ve been out cold for a day. You have to visit the children tomorrow.”

  Laying back down on the bed, Gun thought back to his time with that man. Sighing, “It was great. Pay him extra.”

  “Seems like you needed the rest?”

  “I needed the fuck. He went on and on. I had to tell him to stop and even when I did, he continued. Do you know he fucked me unconscious twice? I swear, it’s as if he was sex deprived just like me.”

  Troy chuckled, “So, does this conclude your sex adventures, or will we be seeing him again?”

  Gun waved his hand, shooing Troy away, “Maybe my body needs to recover still. And I’m keeping the cottage. It’s peaceful here.”

  Troy frowned, “I was pnning on moving Lovely and our kid here.”

  “Find another pce, at my expense.”