Chapter 5 - A Matter of Trust

After the boy left, he exploded. “Goddamn it, how long have you known me?” he shouted. “What in hell made you think that kid was even remotely acceptable?”

“Calm down. They can hear you in the kitchens. Everyone already knows you are one tough son of a bitch, is it necessary to constantly prove it?” Reed said wryly.

“That kid was a twink. I raised my voice and he cringed. What would he have done if I really blew my cool? Shit, he would be hiding under the table. I need a boy who respects me, not one who is terrified every time I bark.”

“Maybe you should try not barking so often. It would help your blood pressure to say nothing of making it easier to find you a sub.”

“I want a sub who accepts me as I am, Reed. I am thirty-five years old, and set in my ways. I am not likely to undergo a personality transplant for a sub that does not even wake up my prick. I’ve already told you several times, I do not want any Antonio look-a-likes. If you don’t pay attention to my preferences, every Goddamn interview will end the same way.”

“Every goddamned interview has ended the same way. You bellow, you pound your fist, but that does not get you one whit closer to finding a sub. It only frightens the pool of candidates.”

“Well, look in another pond. I’ve had it with interviewing greedy twinks. I watch their eyes. They have no interest in anything but my money and my status as Master in this club.

asked for.” With that statement ringing in Reed’s ears, Bear lef

ked to change the status quo. He rejected many potential candidates because the

him smolder, to strike a spark and set him afire. None of the boys Reed presented, so far, had found the matchbook, much less lit the match.

ned his tie. His first priority was to take a piss, followed by washing up and straightening his clothi

-stocked bar with a twenty-four bottle wine rack and cooler. Donald looked at the labels Sally applied at the end of each shelf. Yes, Reed was

age the bouquet of the Bordeaux to the top of the bowl, allowing it to linger on the palate and display the clarity of the wine selection. Placing the open bot

several shirts, and fresh linen. Along the back wall was a shuttered booth containing two sections. The first section held the facilities, the second, a well-lit dressing room with mirrors and a small platfor

m made navy pinstriped suit and

y of the interviews, had

up to half-mast. Sometimes h

nly tall enough to tuck under Donald’s chin. His skin shone pale and fine and shaded to Irish Cream if exposed to the sun.