off
before coming on his face, Jabez was shooting cum onto his own stomach. He groaned
in relief. He‟d spent most of the day hard and aching from being around Andreas. It felt
good to let that tension go.
After that, he took another shower just because he could, dried off, and dropped
into bed. He thought about how much his life had changed in a day‟s time, and about
how it was impossible to tell what would happen next. Life was too changeable.
Then he passed out and slept until morning as if he‟d been knocked unconscious.
* * * * *
Jabez liked being in charge. He‟d never before had an opportunity to tell people
what to do, but the deliverymen were obedient, bringing in boxes and even opening
and placing the items where he told them to. The handyman put up a sparring ring of
posts and ropes and built a case on one wall where the equipment could be stored. He
was as obedient as the delivery guys, building everything exactly to Jabez‟s
specifications.
Jabez stood with his arms folded, watching as the man put up a sheet of Peg-
Board with hooks for hanging things.
“Hello?” A voice from the doorway caught his attention. He looked from the nail-
pounding handyman to the stranger walking into the room. The man was of medium
height and build. He had bright red hair and cobalt blue eyes that shone against his
artificially pale skin. He looked like old money and stood arrogantly like a man who
knew he ruled the world. One of Andreas‟s friends. Maybe the one who‟d bet him an
evening with a gladiator.
“Well, hello-o.” The man scanned Jabez from head to toe. “What‟s going on here?
What‟s Andreas up to?”
Jabez kept his arms crossed and his mouth shut as he stared right back at him.
“Now I know why he wouldn‟t come out to play yesterday. That boy has secret
depths.” He moved closer, and Jabez instinctively brought his arms down, holding his
fists lightly clenched by his sides. Waiting.
He wanted to start circling the other man as he would any opponent but forced
himself to remain still and see what the stranger would do.
“My name is Timon. I‟m Andreas‟s dearest friend, and you must be his
new…project. I can‟t believe he brought you home.” He drew even closer, invading
Jabez‟s space and making the hair on his nape prickle and his fists clench tighter.
“You have me to thank for it, you know. I‟m the one who chose the terms of the
bet. I knew a hot, juicy fuck was just what my boy needed to release some steam, but I
never imagined he‟d bring you home. You must be an amazing lay. ”
Jabez refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. He remained silent and
stiff but poised to lash out. Not that he could plow his fist into this asshole‟s face.
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Andreas would have him back in the Fight Palace before he could blink if he beat up his
friend.
At last, Timon turned away to look around the room. “So what are you building
here, your own little arena? You and Andreas going to „spar‟?” He drawled the word.
Walking over to the ring, he ran his hand along the rope and watched the handyman
work. “Where is Andreas today?”
“The city. I‟ll tell him you stopped by. You can go now.” Jabez gave his most
intimidating stare, but the man didn‟t flinch. Timon knew there was no bite behind his
bark and he wouldn‟t physically force him out of the house.
Timon picked up a pair of boxing gloves from the floor, inhaled the scent of new
leather, then slipped his hand into one of them. “I never thought Andreas was this
butch. I don‟t think he‟ll like all the punching and sweating. I imagine he‟ll lose interest
in this hobby as quickly as he usually does.” He stared at Jabez with his unearthly, fake
blue eyes again. “What will happen to you then?”
Jabez‟s stomach dropped since this was exactly what he‟d asked himself.
“Back to the Fight Palace, I suppose.” Timon dropped the gloves on the floor
before coming on his face, Jabez was shooting cum onto his own stomach. He groaned
in relief. He‟d spent most of the day hard and aching from being around Andreas. It felt
good to let that tension go.
After that, he took another shower just because he could, dried off, and dropped
into bed. He thought about how much his life had changed in a day‟s time, and about
how it was impossible to tell what would happen next. Life was too changeable.
Then he passed out and slept until morning as if he‟d been knocked unconscious.
* * * * *
Jabez liked being in charge. He‟d never before had an opportunity to tell people
what to do, but the deliverymen were obedient, bringing in boxes and even opening
and placing the items where he told them to. The handyman put up a sparring ring of
posts and ropes and built a case on one wall where the equipment could be stored. He
was as obedient as the delivery guys, building everything exactly to Jabez‟s
specifications.
Jabez stood with his arms folded, watching as the man put up a sheet of Peg-
Board with hooks for hanging things.
“Hello?” A voice from the doorway caught his attention. He looked from the nail-
pounding handyman to the stranger walking into the room. The man was of medium
height and build. He had bright red hair and cobalt blue eyes that shone against his
artificially pale skin. He looked like old money and stood arrogantly like a man who
knew he ruled the world. One of Andreas‟s friends. Maybe the one who‟d bet him an
evening with a gladiator.
“Well, hello-o.” The man scanned Jabez from head to toe. “What‟s going on here?
What‟s Andreas up to?”
Jabez kept his arms crossed and his mouth shut as he stared right back at him.
“Now I know why he wouldn‟t come out to play yesterday. That boy has secret
depths.” He moved closer, and Jabez instinctively brought his arms down, holding his
fists lightly clenched by his sides. Waiting.
He wanted to start circling the other man as he would any opponent but forced
himself to remain still and see what the stranger would do.
“My name is Timon. I‟m Andreas‟s dearest friend, and you must be his
new…project. I can‟t believe he brought you home.” He drew even closer, invading
Jabez‟s space and making the hair on his nape prickle and his fists clench tighter.
“You have me to thank for it, you know. I‟m the one who chose the terms of the
bet. I knew a hot, juicy fuck was just what my boy needed to release some steam, but I
never imagined he‟d bring you home. You must be an amazing lay. ”
Jabez refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. He remained silent and
stiff but poised to lash out. Not that he could plow his fist into this asshole‟s face.
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37
Andreas would have him back in the Fight Palace before he could blink if he beat up his
friend.
At last, Timon turned away to look around the room. “So what are you building
here, your own little arena? You and Andreas going to „spar‟?” He drawled the word.
Walking over to the ring, he ran his hand along the rope and watched the handyman
work. “Where is Andreas today?”
“The city. I‟ll tell him you stopped by. You can go now.” Jabez gave his most
intimidating stare, but the man didn‟t flinch. Timon knew there was no bite behind his
bark and he wouldn‟t physically force him out of the house.
Timon picked up a pair of boxing gloves from the floor, inhaled the scent of new
leather, then slipped his hand into one of them. “I never thought Andreas was this
butch. I don‟t think he‟ll like all the punching and sweating. I imagine he‟ll lose interest
in this hobby as quickly as he usually does.” He stared at Jabez with his unearthly, fake
blue eyes again. “What will happen to you then?”
Jabez‟s stomach dropped since this was exactly what he‟d asked himself.
“Back to the Fight Palace, I suppose.” Timon dropped the gloves on the floor
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