Saturday

I opened my eyes, checked my clock, and nodded. Same as usual. I stretched my arms and cracked my neck, then climbed off the bed. I stretched my body and did a quick exercise, and walked towards the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush, turned the shower knob to cold, which actually helps me to really wake up.

Right after I brushed my teeth, I showered, dried off my body, trimmed my facial hair, then wrapped the towel around my waist. I went back to my bedroom, pulled the all-black attire I chose the night before, slipped it on, and fixed my hair. After getting everything ready, including my gadgets and devices, I'm all set.

4:50 am

It took me about fifteen minutes to arrive at the main mansion. Trevor also just arrived. He has a house near the estate, Stefan gave it as a gift for him and Jesse, while I chose to occupy the bachelor's villa inside the estate. There should at least one of us guarding and patrolling the area.

5:30 am

Done patrolling the northern part of the manor, while Trevor monitored and subdued one intruder in the southern part. No need to worry about the eastern and western sections of the estate. The security system and high-voltage fences will do the trick. The northern and southern part of the manor are also heavily secured, but there are instances where some intruders seize their chances and let their ignorance dominate their actions.

7:10 am

I entered the main mansion and want to appease my rumbling stomach when I walked on my boss and friend, Stefan, with his love and little, the adorable Oliver, flirting and feeding each other. If not for my friend finally finding happiness, I would definitely tell them to keep it in the bedroom. I sighed and ignored the two, opened the fridge, and picked an energy drink, an apple, a protein-rich sandwich, and grabbed the cookie jar from the adjacent cabinet. Stefan noticed me and nodded, while I gave a small smile and got out of their hair.

9:00 am

Trevor and I were busy playing cards when we were interrupted by a cheerful and glowing Oliver, a wide smile plastered on his lips, as he plopped on the couch opposite of us. Then he went on sharing how he feels so happy being with Stefan, and how much my friend takes care of him, and went on and on about how much his daddy is his life.

When he noticed how much he was rambling, a red tint slowly crept upon his face, blushing furiously, and running away faster than we can notice, but not before stopping midway and thanking us for listening and apologizing for disturbing us.

We both laughed at his adorableness. "Man, Stefan is so lucky," I mumbled and leaned against the couch, as I picked up my cards.

"That he is. Don't worry, my friend. Soon, you'll have your own." Trevor replied mysteriously with a wink, and I just threw him a pillow to wipe off that annoying, smug smirk. But my friend just laughed.

9:45 am

Stefan had an emergency meeting back at the company so I'm driving him, and Oliver was on his lap, clearly enjoying the affection being given to him. Halfway through, I turned left and slipped into a hidden road where Trevor was waiting for us. Stefan gave me a grateful nod, followed the security protocol, and gave me a small reminder to take care of myself before he and Oliver climbed off the car, and my adorable, little friend asking me to take care as well. I smiled at him at reassured him that I will.

9:55 am

I am having the best time as we were doing a car chase, and I, being chased. By 'we', I mean me, and the fucker who dared to follow us. Ten minutes after we left the mansion, I noticed a black car secretly following us. But not that inconspicuous, seeing that he had blown his cover when I was able to sense his presence. I sped up the car and the driver rained bullets on my car, but not even a graze on my baby. What a lousy shooter.

I turned and drifted to the left, my tires screeching, leaving a trail of marks on the road and smoke in the air, as I pulled out my loaded gun from the dashboard, the bareness of the road we are on, with just trees surrounding us, a great place to vent the built-up stress I accumulated from last week's incident at the club.

I jumped off my car and pulled the trigger, aiming at his tire, and he went out of control and crashed into the nearby tree. I walked towards the crash when I heard the squeaky sound of a car door opening, and I can't help the smirk showing on my face, the possibility of venting up my anger sending thrills into me.

10:15 am

I wiped off the droplets of red liquid on my cheeks and on my knuckles and phoned the clean-up crew. Just the usual routine. I beat these fuckers up, gave them the third-degree, and have someone clean up my mess. What a life.

I opened my car and changed my stained suit into a similar, brand new one I kept on my backseat. Right on schedule, my phone rang so I picked it up.

"Hey."

"Hey, man. How is it? Same old?" Trevor asked, amused.

I scoffed and fixed my hair. "Yup, thanks for the punching bag. I feel a bit better." I absentmindedly replied, then realizing what I had said, I facepalmed and swore.

"Ohhh. What got the Master Dominant Devon on his toes? Or is it someone?" Trevor teased, fishing for some information. I rolled my eyes and ended the call before I slipped again. Me and my careless mouth. And a string of curses flew out of my mouth when those blue eyes flashed on my mind again. Fuck, I'm screwed.

11:00 am

Yup, I'm screwed. I just arrived but Trevor won't stop with his teasing stares and playful guessing games, sending some mixed messages and enjoying the time of his life at my expense. Thankfully, Stefan and Oliver are at their private office, as our boss tied some loose ends before announcing that he's working from home for a few weeks. I never imagined that Stefan would get so hooked and fell so hard, the once-workaholic would finally consider taking his residence permanently at his own home.

"So, who is it, Devon? Who got your panties in a twist?" Trevor interrogated me, his smirk and his 'I told you so' look getting on my nerves. "Wow, I never thought it would be so soon. I'm amazing." He praised himself and I just groaned in frustration.

"Shut up, please. Mind your own business."

"Oh, don't give me that attitude, Devon. Because I will know. And you know it too," he smiled meaningfully and left me regretting and exhausted.

Of course, I know. You're the head of the intelligence team. Of course, know.

1:00 pm

Nothing unusual. Just did some patrolling here and there and trying to escape from Trevor's scrutinizing eyes. Man, that guy is so persistent. No wonder Jesse gave in.

I whisked a fast lunch in my kitchen and went back to the mansion.

2:00 pm

I was relaxing at the mansion's living room when Isaac showed up, his eyes sweeping the area and when he saw me, he brightened up and smirk. Oh no, not again.

I immediately stood up, intent on escaping from another third degree when someone wrapped his arms around my shoulders, only to find Trevor grinning and wiggling his brows. Fuck it.

3:30 pm

This is so not my usual day. Everything is going out of whack ever since that incident at the club. I do not like this. My routine is out of sync, then Isaac and Trevor made it their mission to remind me how my perfect, stable life is being broken down to pieces. And whenever I found my mind cleared up, those baby blue orbs kept on haunting my every waking moment. And the familiar emotions swirling in me are just making it worse.

I pulled the trigger again and released consecutive shots at the target. Bullseye, as always. My feet brought me to the shooting range located in the northern part of the estate where a large training area was built. I took off my protective gears and head into the dojo. I need to vent out this overwhelming frustration. And I know who would be a good training partner. I cracked my knuckles and let a smirk crack my face.

I stood panting heavily, the sweat dripping off my naked torso, and my fists finally relaxing, after I let out all those pent-up energies. It felt good to release all of that.

"Fuck. Not the type to hold back, huh?" Trevor stood up, a bit wobbly, some light bruises on his face, while my jaw throbbed, reminding me of the punch I received from him as payback.

"Still, you threw a good punch. That hurts," I winced, rubbing my hurt jaw. Trevor laughed and paled when he remembered something.

"What's wrong?" Did I actually inflict some damage on my friend? If that's the case...that would be amazing. All those years being beaten to a pulp by Trevor.

"Fuck. Jesse is gonna kill me. He made me promise not to let my face get hurt, not even a graze." Trevor looked at me, full of accusation, and taking me on a guilt trip.

I hold my hands up in surrender. "Hey, you did not tell me anything. I could have held my punches back. Maybe a little," I teased while laughing, quickly getting out of my friend's clutches. Who knows what Trevor can do to me.

5:10 pm

I am back at my place, all cleaned up, and changed into my leather pants and silk, white shirt showing off my muscles, my dog tag hanging on my neck. I put on my leather jacket and made sure my in-ear is working and all the alarms in my place properly working. I went to my office and activated an additional alarm all over the estate. I then grabbed my wallet and car key, my phone on my left.

Trevor, Isaac, and I made plans to visit the club to check how things are going there. If not for the fact that it's my responsibility as a Master Dominant to monitor the club from time to time, I would rather stay in my office, do some stock trading, or maybe enhance the security system...the hesitance of finally seeing those baby blues again sending me into an emotional turmoil. I can see red flags waving at my face, and believe me, I follow warning signs obediently but the ring on my phone decided otherwise.

6:30 pm

We finally arrived at the club, thank goodness. Isaac kept whining about Stefan and how he wants an adorable little like Oliver. Someone to dote on and snuggle with. Despite my friend's popularity and incredible reputation, he is kind of fickle when it comes to relationships. It's not a surprise if the longest relationship Isaac had was only a month.

We were given a salute by two muscled men on our way in, the blasting music from the sound system and the energetic vibe inside the club welcoming us. This is just the wholesome part of the club. There's an inner area where safe, sane, and consensual BDSM is being practiced. Where people can be themselves away from the judging eyes of society.

Trevor greeted some people here and there, while Isaac was on the side, observing and just being ...quiet. Wow. I did not see that coming, considering how he kept on whining earlier. But not until I followed the direction of where his eyes were currently fixed on. A slim, small boy, around Oliver's height, dancing his heart out, his hair bouncing all over the place.

"Isaac." But interestingly enough, my friend did not budge, eyes still trained on the gorgeous black-haired boy in his leather shorts and silk shirt.

A smirk crept into my face and shook my head. This is gonna be a long night.

7:40 pm

I was on the VIP lounge, silently observing the surroundings...the smell of sweat, sex, and leather filling up the club. Submissives in kneeling position in between their Doms, as they watch the scene being played out on the center stage, the sound of floggers and the enticing cries of the submissive adding to the sexual tension.

I looked away from the dais and I swore silently when my eyes automatically landed on the owner of those baby blues, like a missile all set on its target. I gulped my drink, letting the burn help me control myself, as multiple mental images flashed on my mind, the thought of having my way with him in those tight leather shorts and ripping his sheer white shirt that just makes his skin glow watered my mouth. I felt my pants tighten as I imagine his soft and small body underneath me, writhing, pliant, and fully marked, with hickeys and bites I inflicted decorating his pearly skin.

I was snapped out of my fantasies when he tumbled on the floor, the glasses he was holding fell from his grasp with a loud crash. I immediately stood up from my seat and I rushed downstairs, the pounding of my heart out of fear that he might have hurt himself so loud I did not hear Trevor calling my name. My heart dropped when I saw his trembling form, choked sobs filling my ear, squeezing my chest, as he bowed his head, taking the scolding from some guy I clearly don't know.

A wave of rage and protectiveness flowed inside of me, as I strode towards the scene that is now attracting attention. "What the hell is going on here?" My deep voice thundered and echoed the area, all eyes on me, as the owner of those baby blues flinched and made himself smaller. I turned my attention to the man who was scolding the beautiful boy my eyes can't seem to take off of. "I repeat, what the fuck is happening here?"

"Sir, this clumsy twink--" I narrowed my eyes and gritted my teeth, the choice of his words enraging me even more. As if he sensed it, he bowed his head and walked a step backward.

"Watch your mouth, if you're not ready for the consequences." I snapped, my voice dripping with threat and danger. I examined his uniform and realized he was the manager. How the hell did we employ some unprofessional jerk? If someone made a mistake, you do not call them out in the open, and you do not humiliate them in front of everyone. Do it privately, out of curious eyes.

"What's your name?" The manager lifts his head but decided not to meet my gaze.

"Mark Smith, sir." I nodded and signaled two of my security.

"You're fired." I decided casually and he widened his eyes, as he audibly gasps. I turned my attention to the two guards. "Escort him out. And make sure to practice the usual." The securities nodded and I turned deaf at the threats he was barking. You don't threaten me. And most importantly, you do not disrespect the club and the lifestyle. That is if you still want a peaceful life.

My eyes then went to the stunned audience and I gave them a small smile. "Sorry about that. All drinks are on the house. Enjoy." The club was filled with whistles and cheers, the vibrant mood being returned.

I sighed and finally focused on the sweet boy attempting to clean up the shards. But before he could pick up the shattered glasses, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, the irritation visible in my face.

"What are you doing? Do you want to hurt yourself?" The tone of my voice hard, which I instantly regret as he pulled his wrist from me, his shaking form a piece of evidence that I may have been harsh on him.

I closed my eyes and sighed, then gripped my hair frustratedly."Fuck, I'm sorry. It's just I'm worried that you would hurt yourself. I didn't mean to come out as harsh and angry. I was stilled annoyed by how that jerk treated you. I should have kicked his ass and--" My ramblings were cut off when his small hands covered my mouth, the soft skin and the sweet smell emanating from him washing over me, calming my senses.

When he realized what he's done, he widened his eyes and withdrew his hands, eliciting a growl from me, not wanting him to remove those fingers if it means that I can feel his touch that way...the truth of the matter is that I want to have him flushed against me in the closest way possible, our skin touching in that much-needed contact. My worry that I may have scared him was blown away as I noticed a faint blush slowly filling his cheeks, as he nervously bites his lower lip...the action so arousing for me I felt my hard shaft straining against my leather pants. Thankfully, the dimmed lights helped me hide my hard-on from this blushing boy.

"Uh...um...t-thank you for all your help, Sir, and no bad words, please." He softly added...his innocence being shown when he stopped me from cursing and swearing...the way he called me 'Sir' as he finally lets me hear his angelic voice snapped a switch in me, as he naturally dropped his fluttering eyes, his back straight, and his hands on his back.

The way he submits to me beautifully and naturally brings forth a new surge of possessiveness and warmth, I absentmindedly reached for his face and gently thumbed it...a soft gasp coming out of his mouth but did not pull away from me. Instead, he leaned against my touch, closed his captivating eyes, and sighed contently.

"Perfect." My lips twitch into a small smile as I let my heart dictate me again. But this time around, I hope that it doesn't bite me back in the end...the scar in my heart so deep that it gets in the way of trusting others and forming a bond.

11:00 pm

I left the club with a smile plastered on my face, the time I spent with Eli something I would treasure forever. Despite the shyness, my boy struggled with, the coy smiles and the soft giggles he graced me with definitely made my day. And when he accepted my invitation about having dinner with me in the private part of the club, I was over the moon. I did not even notice Trevor as he smirked and dialed a number on his phone. All that matters were the stolen glances we both indulged in, and when our eyes met, the chuckles and stifled laughter we kept together filled the air...the intimate moment that we shared filled me with a happiness I never experienced since then.

I removed my clothes, slid into the bathroom for a quick, cold shower, the hard-on that has been tenting my pants finally relieved. After freshening up, I climbed on my bed and reflected on the things that have happened today. I promised myself not to get captured by those baby blues...the incident from last week when I caught him crashing the floor was one that I don't want to revisit...because that's the moment my heart skipped a beat after so long...as the warning signs came waving at my entranced expression.

I tried so hard to keep myself away from the club, but his enchanting eyes kept haunting me...wavering my resolve. And when he stared at me again with those misty, blue orbs, I knew I'm screwed. I have been captured, but I'm willing to stay as long as he needs me to.

I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. This is so not my usual day. I did not expect that my usual routine would turn a hundred and eighty. But I don't mind...a new routine being formulated on my mind at the moment. And I let sleep drift me away, a smile on my face, and a newfound hope that things will get brighter from now on.

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Devon's story is entitled "Set Me Free". There were a few tweaks but I hope you check it out :)