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 Chapter One
When Luis Fortune-Nicholas accepted the dinner party invita-
tion to Josh’s and Roland’s, he didn’t know dessert was going to
be served in the kinky playroom in their basement. He had no idea
cake, ice cream, and low-cal whipped topping would be offered on
the hard, lat stomachs of well-endowed young men with pornster
names like Dred, Chad, and Rod.
Josh and Roland were the kind of friends who shared birth-
days and holidays with Luis and Jase. Jase Nicholas was Luis’s
husband. Both couples each had a home in Manhattan, a weekend
home in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, and young sons about the
same age. Luis’s and Jase’s son, Hunter, and Josh’s and Roland’s
son, Justin, went to the same school in New York and attended the
same baseball camp every summer in Bucks County.
There were times when Luis often frowned over his friend-
ship with Josh and Roland because they had an open marriage. As
a couple, Josh and Roland frequented sex clubs and hosted orgies.
They cruised parks, men’s rooms, and truck stops looking for ac-
tion. They took on different men as a couple and individually. They
had reached an agreement early in their relationship: they could
each have as much sex as they wanted, as long as neither one of
them became emotionally involved with someone else and they
always practiced safe sex.
Josh and Roland also had a playroom in their basement in
Bucks County equipped with every sex toy, sex machine, and sex
gadget ever invented. Large lat-screen TVs played all-male porn
in four corners of the room. Dildos, whips, and chains hung from
the rafters. The walls were black, the loor damp concrete stained
in brown. They had a tub for enemas and a shower for watersports.
There was one wall of selves illed with leather gear that included
everything from cock rings to nipple clamps. If there was a sex
toy, they had it, from Fleshlights to nipple clamps. They’d recently
purchased an electronic fuck machine they couldn’t wait to try out.
Josh and Roland told Jase they had found it in Amsterdam on a
weekend excursion and had one just like it shipped to the U.S.
Luis should have seen all this coming when he’d arrived at
Josh’s and Roland’s for cocktails at seven earlier in the evening.
It wasn’t Josh or Roland who greeted them at the front door. An
attractive young guy with bleached hair, tight low-rise jeans, and
about three inches of midriff showing opened the modern glass
doors and welcomed them to the party with a limp wrist and
a heavily pronounced lisp. He introduced himself as Dred and
glanced up and down at Jase with hungry eyes. He ignored Luis
completely, reached for Jase’s hand, and said, “We’ve been waiting
for you, handsome. I’ve heard so much about the Virgin Billionaire
I couldn’t wait to meet you in person. You’re so hot, even hotter
than the photos I’ve seen in magazines.” Then he dragged Jase into
a sparsely decorated modern living room and left Luis standing in
the hallway.
Jase glanced over his shoulder, smiled, and said, “Sorry.”
Luis smirked and followed them into the living room. He
couldn’t believe anyone would say something as lame as, “You’re
so hot.” He remembered reading in a magazine article this is exact-
ly what that treacherous woman had said to Senator John Edwards
as she was about to break up his marriage and ruin his life. Luis
never thought he’d actually hear anyone speak this way in person.
Luis was used to this obnoxious behavior by then. His hus-
band, Jase, was an extremely wealthy, self-made billionaire, who
was often referred to by the press as the Virgin Billionaire. Though
Jase was over forty, he had the body of a man in his late twenties,
thick sandy blond hair, and a strong rugged jaw. His raw masculine
looks and his billions were a combination people didn’t see often,
especially younger gay men who wanted an older man to keep
them as houseboys.
The lirting normally didn’t bother Luis. He was an interna-
tionally known model who’d recently turned thirty, with very dark
short hair and a slim body with tight, solid muscles. He could hold
his own when it came to looks any day. People lirted with him all
the time. In fact, men usually noticed him more than Jase, espe-
cially the rougher aggressive types with too much testosterone. But
Luis tended to clench his ists when the lirting crossed into being
loathsome.
So he walked into the living room, pulled Jase’s hand out of
Dred’s, and smiled. He sent the rude young man with the stupid
name a vicious glance and said, “I think I’ll hold on to my husband
now, if you don’t mind.”
Dred glared at him, then smiled. “No problem, sweetie.” He
sounded more effeminate, if that was possible. For a minute, Luis
thought he might dip and curtsy. Then Dred licked his index inger
and ran it down Jase’s torso. “I’ll see you later, after dinner, hand-
some. I can’t wait until dessert is served.” As he sashayed to the
other side of the living room, he sent Jase a backward glance and
winked.
Jase lowered his head and frowned, as if he knew what Luis
was thinking.
Luis squeezed his hand and said, “I knew we shouldn’t have
come here tonight. I knew we should have backed out. I’ll bet
Josh picked that piece of trash up at a bar. I’d like to yank that
little smart-ass by the back of the head and kick her in the ass.”
He glanced around the living room and felt a sinking feeling in his
gut. Other than Jase, Luis, Josh, and Roland, there wasn’t a guest
over twenty-ive years old, and they were all dressed like Dred.
Josh and Roland were notorious for their sex parties with younger
men. “Look at this room. I’m surprised they’re all still wearing
their clothes. I hope Josh and Roland are serving penicillin with the
cheese and crackers.”
Jase pulled Luis closer and smiled. “Calm down now. You’re
just overacting because Dirk lirted with me.”
“It’s
Dred
, not Dirk. Don’t be obtuse.”
Jase laughed. “Whatever. I’m sure it’s just going to be an
ordinary dinner party with no surprises. Besides, we can’t back out
because of Justin and Hunter. It would ruin their night.”
When Luis and Jase accepted the invitation to the dinner party,
Hunter asked if Justin could have a sleepover at Luis’s and Jase’s
house. Jase’s grandmother, Isabelle, was visiting from Alaska and
she said she’d supervise the boys. The fact that she was well into
her nineties didn’t seem to slow her down.
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