Creative Writing: Booker's Big Mistake

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A shiver of unease ran down Booker’s spine, but when he flashed a worried look at Jorge, the young Latino exuded a serene aura of composure, and he drew strength from his unwavering calm. It was a scenario the pool boy had evidently participated in before, and when he saw a flicker of arousal in the young man’s dark eyes, Booker’s heart began to thud with excitement, and he found himself longing for the game to begin.

Channeling his inner director, Holland clapped his hands together several times. “Pay attention, boys. The scene will take place in the shower. You are to wash each other’s bodies in a slow, erotic manner, but there is to be no kissing. Understood?”

In a dreamlike state, Booker followed Jorge into the gleaming bathroom. …show more content…

When his gaze met Jorge's, he saw a look of complete trust laced with deep, sexual longing shining from the soft, brown eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He started slow, and as his hands caressed the young Latino's broad chest, he found himself falling into a powerful, hypnotic state. Time stood still; the sensation of Jorge’s smooth, flawless flesh beneath his fingers the only thought occupying his mind, and when his thumb grazed the raised nub of his lover’s nipple, he took an almost hedonistic delight in the gasp of pleasure that resonated around the …show more content…

He forgot about the camera, he forgot about Holland’s penchant for blackmail, and most tellingly, he forgot about Tom. His mind remained focused on one thing; restoring the dignity and self-respect Holland had so effectively stripped from him with each humiliating sex act. For the first time since entering the tycoon’s home, he had some semblance of control. He was no longer the submissive bitch, he was once again the alpha male, and he planned to demonstrate his dominance. While his affection for Jorge was genuine, his confidence over the last few days had taken a beating, and he still had another two weeks of abuse to endure until Holland freed him from his contractual obligations. He needed a boost, an emotional curative to assist him through the ordeal of the physical and psychological debasement he would continue to suffer over the coming weeks. Therefore, there were no regrets or feelings of guilt for what he was about to do to the emotionally damaged young man in front of him. In his delusional mind, it was his turn to shine, and by God, he would shine like a fucking

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