Brian’s POV

I should have been more prepared for this. I’d seen his eyes in that picture his father showed me, but even after looking into the eyes of that photograph for hours, nothing compared to gazing into the real life thing. I watched his pupils shrink as his eyes adjusted and then noticed them growing large as he gazed up at me with such a look of awe. I reached out and cupped his cheek gently running my thumb across his lips. “I’m so fucked, little tiger.” I lowered my head, licked back and forth across his bottom lip before pushing inside forcefully.

The sounds he was making were driving me a bit insane. His entire body was leaning into me as he surrendered his mouth totally. I slid a hand through his hair and gave a sharp tug pulling his head back and breaking the kiss. His eyes were closed and his mouth was still slightly opened as if he were just waiting for me to kiss him again. I gave another tug on his hair and he moaned softly opening his eyes and looking up at me. As soon as I made contact with those blue orbs, I groaned softly. They were glazed over and seemed to have trouble focusing. He whispered, “Please,” so softly I almost didn’t hear him, but I could see the fire in his eyes. “Fuck, tiger. You will be the death of me.” I pulled him in for another earth shattering kiss, enjoying the way his tongue met mine almost shyly. My cock twitched and I moaned into his mouth. How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?

Pulling back, enjoying the way he tried to follow me, whimpering softly as my lips broke contact, my eyes closed allowing the rampant emotional feelings to settle. I rested my forehead against his and desperately tried to calm my racing heart and the erratic puffing of my breath. He tentatively raised a hand to my face and traced my lips with his fingertips. There was such a look of wonder in his eyes and I just wanted to draw him inside myself and keep him safe from all harm. A surge of unbridled rage ripped through my body as I thought about anyone, especially a father, hurting this glorious creature. When I felt his hand start to tremble, I engulfed it in mine placing little kisses on his palm. Disbelief that this could be happening overtook my senses. I promised myself…never again. His free hand moved up my back and across my shoulders sending shivers of desire through my entire body. He was so innocent; so trusting; so giving; how could anyone not appreciate that?

“You are so beautiful.”

I heard those softly spoken words and literally had to bite my lip to keep from arguing with him. I wasn’t beautiful…he was beautiful. I was damaged goods, completely unlovable. I brought only pain and despair…nothing good about me at all. I must have voiced my opinions out loud because I felt him stiffen and his expression changed from erotic wonder to shocked amazement. I honestly don’t know what I said to him, but he was determined to make it right.

“I’ll take care of you.”

I almost laughed. My little tiger was going to keep me safe. That was my job, and why the hell would he even care about someone like me? “My brave and ferocious, little tiger.”

I gathered him into my arms and moved us back onto the bed holding him tightly to my chest. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair and wondered how the hell I was going to get us out of this mess. I couldn’t believe this had all started just three days ago with a simple, mistaken phone call.

*Flashback*

I heard my cell ringing and sighed. What part of “for emergencies only” can’t my friends comprehend? I yanked the phone out of my chest pocket, expecting to hear Mikey’s voice asking if I would come to the diner. “Yeah”

“My name is Craig Taylor. I was given this number and told you were the best in the business.”

“Of course I’m the best” I smirked, even though I knew this man couldn’t see me. “You were told right, what can I do for you?”

“I have a job for you; can you come to my office tomorrow?”

“Where and when?”

“Taylor Enterprises, Incorporated in Los Angeles, California, be here at 4pm tomorrow”

I immediately researched this man’s company on the internet and was impressed, to say the least. This could easily be a multi-million dollar account.

“Cynthia, book me a flight to LA for tomorrow.”

I continued researching the company and took extensive notes. I wanted to be able to talk to this man about his company. I took my notes, the flight information, and went home to pack.

At exactly 3:55pm the next day, I walked into Taylor Towers and headed for the elevator. I had studied all my notes and thought I was prepared for anything. This account was as good as mine. I stepped off the elevator and headed towards the receptionist’s desk. An attractive red head looked up and smiled.

“Are you Mr. Taylor’s 4 o’clock appointment?”

“Yes, that would be me.”

“Go right in, he’s waiting on you.”

I walked into a very lavishly decorated office and saw an older gentleman, sitting behind a huge mahogany desk.

“Have a seat, you’re right on time.  I like that.”

I sat down across from him and said; “Thank you, Mr. Taylor. I’m glad you’re taking the time to talk to me.”

“Let’s forget the pleasantries, shall we? I have a problem and I’ve been assured that you’re the man to handle it for me.”

I gave the man my most confident, winning smile. “I’ll do my best.”

He handed me a picture and I couldn’t contain the gasp that escaped as I admired the youthful face staring up at me. He was beautiful. I got lost for a second in those amazing blue eyes and shook my head to clear the sexual fog that was clouding my mind. I shifted on the chair trying to relieve the pressure as evidence of my attraction to the boy was becoming more and more blatant.

“Here’s a high school picture of my 24-year-old faggot son. I don’t know how he wound up the way he did…probably got it from his mother. At least she had the decency to die, so she never knew how worthless the pup she whelped turned out to be.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the face in that picture. Here I thought I’d had a fucked up childhood. As I listened to this kid’s father go on and on, I knew I had to try and save him. I’d go along with the charade long enough to get the boy away from this homophobic prick. Before I’d finished formulating a plan, I opened my mouth and said, “I’ll do it.”

“Good, this is going to be how things work if you want your money. You will arrive at my private cabin tomorrow at noon. Just to ensure that I’m getting my money’s worth; there are security cameras throughout the cabin. You will straighten my son out or you will make sure he disappears, either way, is fine with me.”

Holy shit! This man was fucking crazy. How the hell was I supposed to help the kid if I was being watched by security cameras? I shook my head. “You may want to forget about those cameras.  I’m going to fuck your son, you know? Are you sure you want to watch that?” I had to try something because I didn’t want him to be able to watch my every move.

Craig grimaced and looked at me like I was some sort of slime he needed to wipe off the bottom of his shoe. “I’m sure I’ll manage. This must be handled now because my wife is pregnant. I can’t have my son’s disgusting lifestyle rubbing off on the baby, now can I? There is a room reserved for you at my favorite place, and tomorrow, my man will drive you up to the cabin. Just remember, if you fuck me over, I’ll kill you.” He pushed a button and the door to the office immediately opened allowing a very muscular man entrance.

I swallowed hard, nodded my head, stood and followed the man who’d just entered the office I’d have to call Cynthia and make excuses for my absence. I also needed to cover my ass because this Taylor fucker was nuts. The only good thing about this situation so far was that he’d at least gotten me a decent place to stay. As we pulled up in front of the hotel, I was informed that I’d better be ready to go at 8am sharp, if I knew what was good for me.

I spent a very restless night dreaming of amazingly deep blue eyes and was up and waiting for the car way before 8am. The drive was long, silent, and boring, but at least it gave me a chance to make some plans. I just had to be careful or I’d get myself and the kid killed. When we pulled up in front of a very luxurious cabin, I was handed a set of keys before exiting the car, and the driver honked the horn. I watched as another man left the cabin and got into the car. Taking a quick look around before fumbling through the keys trying to find the correct one that would unlock the cabin door, I gave myself a mental pep talk. As soon as I entered the cabin, the phone started ringing. I rushed inside and lifted the phone from its cradle. “Yeah?”

“I see you made it. The codes to unlock the doors from the inside are on the desk. I suggest you memorize them and throw away the paper. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, a footlocker with everything I was told you’d need is in the den, and my men are never far away. I’ll check in regularly. Oh, and remember, I’m watching you. The little fairy is in the bedroom. I made sure my men gave him the faggot special.”

I heard the click as the call ended and dropped the phone back into its cradle and headed into the bedroom. Opening the door slowly and taking a look inside, I literally had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in shock and horror. I reached out and grabbed the bedpost to steady myself because my eyes were no longer seeing the beautiful blonde boy tied spread eagle, blindfolded, and gagged lying on the bed in front of me. My mind was transported fifteen years into the past.

It was Damien on the bed. I could see his image flashing through my mind like a video on fast-forward. He was laughing; he was cooking; he was walking to meet me; he was smiling brightly; he was moaning softly; he was whispering in my ear; he was begging me to fuck him harder; he was crying; he was asking me questions; he loved me unconditionally.

I doubled over pressing a hand against my mouth feeling the bile rising and wondering if I was going to lose what little food I’d consumed. As I felt wave after wave nausea assault me, I stumbled and staggered toward the bathroom hoping I’d be able to make it before losing control. I entered the little room and immediately fell to my knees hugging the porcelain bowl. This was completely fucked up. Why was I remembering all this shit now? It had been years since I’d allowed myself to even think of Damien, and in those brief dark moments when his image had haunted my memory, I’d fought with every ounce of strength to beat it back into oblivion. It was the only way I could survive. I couldn’t remember. I couldn’t relive that day. I wouldn’t.