I resisted the urge to grin like a cat with a mouse trapped between its paws. I knew Austin would cave. He loved his brother after all. Love. What a disgusting emotion.

Gazing back out at the misty cover over the garden of my estate, I pushed back the unwelcome memories. Unconsciously, I rubbed my left thumb over my right palm. The sensations soon started. My palm sizzled, the air smelt acrid, the heat overwhelming.

Stamping down the memories once again, I locked them away in a dark place, hopefully to never see the light of day. A place where they would stay until they could torment me for another restless night.

Knowing Levi wouldn't leave until I had dismissed him, I waved for him to bring me the contract. Once the sound of footsteps ceased, and I heard the sound of paper settling, I turned to my desk.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Austin's head downturned towards the carpet, fists clenched in a white knuckled grip. Ignoring Levi, I flipped to the page with the dotted line, allowing myself a small grin of satisfaction.

I placed the signed contract in my bottom drawer, locking it after it slammed shut. I stood from my desk, and strode past Levi and Austin, but paused at the door.

I raised an eyebrow at Levi, and he succinctly nodded to show he understood my instructions. Good. I had no use for people that required step by step instructions. It's far easier to use a single bullet and appoint someone else the task, than take time to explain.

Turning the corner, I passed by the empty walls, and marble columns under the dazzling chandeliers. I didn't spare a glance as I passed by the dining room. I couldn't look at that portrait now.

I was weak because of this.. infatuation, lust, whatever it was with this boy that made me crave him so desperately. I knew it, and the man in the portrait knew it. I chuckled mirthlessly. He always knew I was weak.

My self-deprecating laugh bounced off the walls. "I bet you're loving this, father."

••••••••••••••••

It was almost excruciating, in its own way. Austin was alone on this cold, blustery night. I could see through the feed on the flat screen in my sparse, but luxurious room, that he was curled within his blankets, silent tears rolling down his colourless cheeks.

I chose to ignore the twinge in my chest when I saw those salty droplets splash on the bed. It couldn't be a sign of sympathy in my non-existent heart. This boy was nothing more than a toy.

A toy that, according to the contract now resting in my office, belonged to me. I wasn't a collector. There was no point in buying something if you're not going to take it out of the box.

With that line of thinking, I stood from the bed, adjusting my hard cock in my pants. Taking a final glance at the tv before I exited the room, my gaze instead caught on the bookshelf on the opposite wall.

I didn't like furnishings or decorations, besides the necessities. Why waste the time and money on something not important?

The old, painted grey bookshelf sat mostly barren, except a few books scattered around its shelves. I debated going towards the bookshelf, but stopped the urge before I took a step.

I wouldn't want to break my new toy so soon.

••••••••••••••••

The doorknob began to turn. The door silently glided open, and Maddox stepped in. I didn't bother raising my head. This single knot of wood on the floor had been the sole focus of my attention for the last 30 minutes. At least on the outside.

On the inside, I couldn't stop my thoughts from racing. The imagining of what Maddox would do to me now that I signed that stupid contract. I was terrified. I wanted to run to the ensuite bathroom and be sick.

But while my mind was sick with mind numbing fear, my cock was just as alive as ever. It thrived on the helplessness I was feeling.

A click signaled a key turning in the door, and I gritted my teeth. I just had to get through this. For Tj.

Stone paced closer, his footsteps soft on the rug near the side of the bed. The mattress sunk. I inhaled a breath to calm my nerves, but ended up with a nostril full of Stone's enticing scent. Smoky, yet fresh.

My cock danced. The blanket was roughly yanked from my shoulders. Tensing up in surprise, my head shot up as Maddox came to stand before my cowering form.

His groin was level with my face, and I could draw my eyes from it. A sense of dreadful anticipation held me still as a hand descended on my bare shoulder. Warmth suffused my chilled skin where Maddox touched, and I let out a shuddering breath.

His left hand travelled up my neck to tangle in my unruly hair. His gloved hand played with his zipper. My eyes travelled to meet his, both of our breathing heavy.

Leaving his zipper still done up, his gloved thumb ran over my slightly parted lips. The sensation of the smooth leather over my chapped lips heightened my reluctant arousal. A smirk flashed across his face before his hand once again went to his zipper. The zipper strained against the sizeable bulge in the trousers.

I knew what he was planning. It was pretty obvious. But when he released his sizable length from the confines of his pants, logic broke through the haze of lust.

"Oh fuck m-me, that's b-big." I managed to stutter out.

A growl of desire rumbled from Maddox's chest. "Oh believe me, we'll get to that in due time."