My Boss Threw Me to His Nephew

My boss thought I wasn't "loose" enough. So, he threw me to his nephew to play with. When the door opened, I saw a familiar figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. It was my high school desk mate, the guy I’d been secretly in love with for eight years. He stood there in a bathrobe, his eyes turning cold: "Didn't you say you moved back to your hometown to get married?" 1 I was broke, so I took a job at an exclusive gentlemen's club. I’d been working there for a month, and I hadn't landed a single client. My boss said my "straight guy vibe" was too strong and that I needed some "polishing." After my shift, he told me to get in his car. I walked out feeling incredibly nervous. Jay, one of the other servers, winked at me. "Where are you going?" "The boss said I need some polishing." Jay gave me a suggestive smile: "Wow, enjoy it then. Our boss rarely does it himself." ? What did that mean? Getting into the car, I felt even more anxious. My mind was racing with what Jay had just said. I stole a glance at my boss, Arthur Pierce. He was in his mid-thirties but still looked incredibly sharp, giving off total "refined scumbag" elite vibes. I heard from the other guys that Arthur was gay too. He just never had a steady partner. I stared at his tailored shirt and slacks; his belt perfectly accentuated his slim waist. Crap. Is he expecting me to be the top? I’d never done it before. If I didn't perform well, would he fire me? 2 The car pulled up to a massive, modern European-style mansion. My heart was pounding as I followed him inside. Arthur patted my shoulder: "Why are you keeping your head down? Nervous? Relax, everyone has a first time. Just go with the flow." He pushed the door open. A tall figure was standing in the living room, pouring a drink. The guy didn't turn around. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist wrapped in a towel—his back looked incredibly familiar. I didn't dare stare too long, keeping my eyes down, trying to figure out what to do next. The guy turned around, his tone icy. "Can you stop bringing random people to the house?" That familiar, clear voice. It froze me in my tracks. Leo Vance? My high school desk mate. The guy I’d been secretly in love with for eight years. Arthur stepped forward to greet him: "Hey, I'm just looking out for you! I heard you had an episode, so I brought someone back for you to play with, to help you relieve some stress." "Oh?" "Just take it easy, though. He's my employee, don't break him." The guy didn't reply. Arthur nudged me forward: "This is my nephew. He's very good at 'teaching.' Go take a shower, then head to his room." I clenched my fists, staring at the floor, completely lost. If I had known I was going to run into Leo Vance today, I would have let them beat me to death before getting in the boss's car. Arthur jingled his car keys and left. I wanted to follow him out. I'd rather be with Arthur. If he wanted me to top, I could probably figure it out if I tried hard enough. I took two steps, but a cold voice stopped me. "Where are you going? The bathroom is on the right." Footsteps approached. Click, clack. A hand grabbed my shoulder. "Look up." "..." I gritted my teeth and slowly raised my head. For the first time in years, I looked at that familiar, handsome face. Leo Vance looked even more composed than before. He had lost his boyishness, and there was an indescribable, brooding aura about him. He didn't seem to recognize me. He tossed a fresh bathrobe at me. "Go shower." 3 Leo Vance didn't remember me. Which made sense. We were only desk mates for half a semester. I couldn't even remember what the kid who sat in front of me looked like anymore. We all tend to forget the unimportant people as time passes. Back in high school. My family was poor. The kind of poor where you genuinely don't know where your next meal is coming from. I couldn't afford the school uniform, so I always wore the same faded, washed-out denim jacket. Leo Vance wasn't supposed to be my desk mate. He missed an exam because of a high fever, got a low score, and when the seating chart was rearranged, he ended up next to me. He didn't mock me like the other kids. Instead, he’d use the excuse that he brought too much breakfast and give half of it to me. Or, he’d hand me brand-new prep books and say he bought the wrong ones. He was like the winter sun. Warm, but distant. I knew his family was wealthy. His dad owned a corporation, and his uncle was the school principal. For my entire high school career, I just quietly watched that sun. I used to fantasize about getting a little closer to him. But my grades were terrible because I had to work part-time after school. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to pay my tuition or my mom's medical bills. I couldn't reach the Ivy League schools Leo was aiming for. But there was a state university with a good sports program nearby that I could try for. I cherished those prep books he gave me, doing the exercises and reviewing my mistakes over and over. But then, right before the athletic scholarship trials... Something happened. I was destined to never get close to the things I foolishly wished for. 4 I stepped out of the bathroom. Leo was waiting for me in the bedroom. I awkwardly clutched the sleeves of the bathrobe, having no idea what I was about to face. If it was Leo Vance, he probably wouldn't want me to top or bottom. I remembered he was a major germaphobe. There were always tons of guys and girls trying to get his attention—rich ones, gorgeous ones, they were everywhere. He wouldn't touch me. "Are you clean?" he asked. I nodded. He looked me up and down, his gaze landing below my waist. "I meant down there." My face instantly flushed bright red, and I couldn't help but take a step back. "That..." "Do you not know how to prep yourself?" He frowned. "You work for Arthur, and he hasn't taught you anything?" "He's my boss, why would he teach me something so detailed?" "Boss?" He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and let out a scoff. "Fine. I'll teach you." 5 Leo dragged me back into the bathroom. He taught me how to clean myself thoroughly, step by step. My face was burning. Whenever I tried to pull away, he threatened me. "Do you not see the rope on the table? Try hiding again." "..." I looked at him in profound embarrassment, my voice hoarse. "I... I understand what you're saying. Can you just... turn around?" This was my last shred of dignity. I didn't want to leave such a terrible impression on him. Leo looked at me, his Adam's apple bobbing. Finally, he turned around and even pulled the shower curtain for me. When I finished exactly as he instructed and walked out... He was casually wiping down a long, black leather crop. I had only ever seen something like that in anime cosplay props. Little did I know then... That thing was going to become my nightmare tonight. ... 6 I was crying and struggling again. When it was finally over. Leo took off the black silk blindfold covering my eyes and chuckled. "You soaked the pillow. You really were crying." "..." The restraints were removed. I rubbed the red marks on my wrists. I never knew Leo Vance could be so terrifying. But I also felt a twisted sense of relief. I had seen a completely different side of him. "Is the lesson over? Can I leave now?" I was just about to grab my clothes. He stopped me. "What's your name?" My heart tightened, a sour ache spreading through my chest. He really didn't remember who I was. He had forgotten me completely. "Noah." That was my stage name at the club. Smack. The crop hit the back of my hand, and my clothes fell from my fingertips. "I asked for your real name." In the game we just played, if I didn't tell the truth or do exactly what he wanted, he would hit me with that thing. I hesitated, wondering if I should make up another name. I didn't want him to remember. "My name is Caleb..." "Caleb Hayes. Hayes as in 'haze.' Am I right?" His deep voice flowed over me like a cold winter stream. My heart trembled. I stared at him in disbelief. That was how I introduced myself in high school. He still remembered. I didn't know whether to be happy or to cry. Reuniting with the guy I liked, and it's in such a humiliating situation. What must he think of me? He probably thinks I'm incredibly cheap. Leo reached out and brushed a tear from the corner of my reddened eye. "Stop crying. You were very good today." He grabbed a bracelet and clasped it around my wrist. It had a small, circular aluminum charm engraved with the number "1". "A gift. "Long time no see, Caleb Hayes." My throat was so dry I didn't know how to respond. I just kept my eyes down and grabbed my clothes to go to the bathroom. He suddenly asked: "By the way, didn't you say you moved back to your hometown to get married?" "..." After graduation, he had messaged me once to ask. I didn't want to tell him I didn't get into college, so I lied and said I went back home to get married. I lowered my eyes, continuing the lie. "Yeah... we got divorced." 7 Long time no see. I would rather have never seen him again. Especially not when I was at my absolute lowest. After that day, Arthur didn't take me to that mansion again. He probably figured I had been fully "trained." I stayed at the club for another month. Still zero clients. I didn't understand. Was there something wrong with how I dressed? Why did clients take one look at me and actively avoid me? I looked at the other guys, changed into a crisp white dress shirt, and deliberately left the top few buttons undone. "How do I look?" I asked Jay. "Noah, your straight-guy energy is way too strong. But I'm into it. How about I book you? Come home with me tonight. I love guys built like you—big, muscular, like a bodyguard who could take down ten guys at once. You'd be amazing in bed." Jay winked at me. I knew he was joking. He was gay, but he only hooked up with rich guys. The manager walked by and scolded us for slacking off. I was just about to walk away. The manager answered his phone, his expression turning serious. Catching me out of the corner of his eye, he grabbed my arm. "Come on, you're up. There's a crazy drunk guy upstairs. This is your chance." On the way, the manager told me to keep my mouth shut and be obedient. He pushed open the VIP room door. It was full of drunks. I walked in and found the rich kid wearing diamond studs. The manager had said this guy was a big shot who got mean when he drank, and told me to just get him back to his room. In the hallway, he leaned all his weight onto my shoulder. He was so heavy. "Sir, where is your room key? I'll take you back." "Key?" He stared at me with drunken, glazed eyes and poked my chest. "You're built pretty solid. Wonder if you can handle being tossed around later." I frowned. "Sir, which floor?" The upper floors of the club were private suites. You needed a VIP card to access them. He giggled foolishly, raised a finger, and pointed downwards. "The card is down there. Find it yourself." I was completely used to this kind of vulgar behavior. I reached into his pocket and felt around. Keys and a phone. I was about to check the other pocket. He grabbed my hand: "Don't stop, baby~" Suddenly, the elevator doors chimed open. Leo Vance was standing there, wearing a sleek black tracksuit. He was playing with a silver lighter in his hand. In the orange glow of the flame, his face flickered in and out of the shadows. Seeing me holding onto someone, the corners of Leo's mouth were turned up in a smile. But his voice was colder than I had ever heard it. "Aren't you getting in? You, and your client."

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