People thought Leslie had it figured out, he was barely in his early twenties and he’d already gotten more than most people could dream of at that age. While most guys his age were barely done with college and working part time in a bar to pay rent Leslie had become something of a success in a very short period of time. His family had always been wealthy and had an incredibly successful business, Archer Agencies which was a huge real estate organization that everyone knew by name. His parents had given him a great job there, making a wonderful salary and getting one of their houses on the market practically for nothing because of it. Sure it wasn’t the kind of career Leslie had wanted but it paid well so how could he complain?
What this had amounted to was being able to afford a really beautiful home with his college girlfriend Jessica. It was seemingly the perfect scenario and like he had it all figured out, that life couldn’t get any better. But looks could be deceiving. Leslie liked Jessica a lot, maybe he even loved her - it was possible after all but she couldn’t give him what he really wanted, what he secretly desired beyond anything. It had been the kind of urge that he’d tried to push aside, call it just a phase or just his brain being hormonal while he was still young but deep down inside he knew it wasn’t true. It was more than that, it was a need and a hunger; a desire so deep and primal for him that it was shaking him to his very core. He wanted to have sex with a man, not just any sex but the kind that left him dominated, used up. To be made a man’s bitch, his whatever he wanted at the time.
Eventually the need got too much, overwhelmed with the thought of moving with Jessica and a new life like this while he was so young was getting to him. Most twenty somethings were winging life, but his was already so planned out. He just snapped. He went to a gay bar and that’s where he’d met him. Those dark eyes, strong jaw and expensive suit with a look that was nothing but calm confidence and command for attention. With his dark facial hair and smooth words he had Leslie hook, line and sinker. He didn’t know the man’s name, he didn’t need to. He let the man ruin him, let him have him that night and show him depraved and sinful things that he didn’t even dare say out loud. He was a Sex God among men and that night Leslie was his greatest worshiper. His fantasy was fulfilled to the limit and beyond and by the end of that night Leslie was confident he had it out of his system.
So he’d moved in with Jessica, the house was huge and gorgeous and more than anyone his age should have. Of course Jessica had loved it, she had always cared more about this sort of thing then Leslie. It had been her suggestion to visit their neighbor, be polite and try to make a good first impression. Leslie had agreed, not sure what would come of it but at the same time what could be the harm?
He wish he’d never agreed to it.
Because his best attempt at a pleasant smile as their neighbor opened their front door was twisted into one of shock, disbelief and horror as he came face to face with that very same Sex God from just three days ago. Which is how Leslie found himself in his current situation, tensed beyond belief as he sat on the large sofa of ‘Guy Richards’ as he was called, Jessica using the bathroom for a moment and leaving him alone...with him.
“Well we’ve taken enough of your time, once Jessica is out I think we’ll just head back. Got things to unpack” He said stiffly, refusing to even meet his gaze and wanting nothing more than to just make a break for it.
