Chapter 3
RYDER
December had arrived, and Ryder knew he needed to contact his doctor, but he’d been preoccupied over the holiday weekend.
Mason and Ethan hadn’t said anything more on the matter.
The others were still away on their cruise, although Sebastian had announced he was hosting a New Year’s Eve party at his penthouse, which would be a handy commute home for Ryder.
He knew this was in response to his tantrum, but he’d take the win.
He loved spending time with his friends, and even more so when there was a celebration.
Ryder knew when they were back from the cruise he’d be expected to clear the air.
“We’ll talk when you’re back,” he’d said to them, so they’d stop trying to call him and just focus on their vacation.
The most pressing concern for Ryder was his blue balls.
He’d never gone this long without shooting his load before.
He usually had an insatiable sex drive, but at the moment he couldn’t be bothered.
Friday had been different. He hadn’t been able to stop touching Felix, who was shy and reserved, and Ryder just knew he’d be a dynamo in the sack.
They were meeting tomorrow for the interview and shoot.
To be sure he wouldn’t act inappropriately with Felix, he needed to relieve some tension, so he’d called one of his fuck buddies.
He didn’t have many, as Ryder wasn’t a repeat kind of guy, but sometimes he just needed to breed someone without holding back, and there weren’t many guys or girls who could take his size when he was going full caveman on them.
Nobody could take his cock like Zane, and that boy could deep throat better than anybody.
This was what he needed. Something familiar that would get him off.
Even though Zane was on his way over, and he was an adorable blond twink, Ryder couldn’t stop thinking about a certain cute little redhead.
Felix had left after their drink, once they’d exchanged numbers, and Ryder had been tempted to text him, but other than for arranging the photo shoot, they’d not spoken.
The cutie ticked all Ryder’s boxes, but with things the way they were, he wanted to make sure everything was working as it should be before he made his move.
The last thing his ego needed was to get Felix into bed and not be able to live up to his reputation.
“Hi, Daddy,” said Zane, as he sashayed into Ryder’s apartment.
He was one of the few people Ryder allowed in his bed, and Zane wasted no time shimmying out of his tight jeans, showing off a bright pink jock.
His perfect bubble butt was on display, but not a flicker of anything stirred when normally, within seconds of Zane arriving, Ryder would have the boy impaled on his dick.
The boy needed little prep. Ryder followed him into his bedroom as more clothing came off.
He got on his knees and spread his cheeks apart.
Ryder loved rimming. It always got him hard, so he dove in.
Zane was a loud bottom who wanted the world to know how much he loved dick, and Ryder could tell Zane had already done some prep before he arrived.
He took out his cock and started pulling on it as he ate Zane’s hungry hole .
. . but nothing. What was happening to him?
He pulled on his balls, which usually got him ready to go.
He loved them being licked, but he didn’t want Zane to know he wasn’t hard; it was embarrassing.
“Daddy, give me that big dick of yours. I want to feel you for days.”
Ryder kept rimming him, going deeper, and tugging on his cock, but it remained stubborn and soft. If he couldn’t get it up, the least he could do was get Zane off. He was a gentleman, after all. He dove in further, and gripped Zane’s cock, which was rock hard and leaking.
“Daddy, I need you,” he moaned.
Ryder ignored his pleas, and focussed on getting him off as quickly as possible so he could leave.
“Why aren’t you fucking me?”
Ryder kept going, but then felt Zane pull away and turn over.
The twink was quick as he grabbed Ryder’s soft cock and frowned.
Unperturbed, he dove onto it. Ryder was enveloped in the warm and wet heat of Zane’s mouth.
The boy was doing all he could to get Ryder hard, but he knew it wasn’t happening, and he just wanted this over with. He pushed Zane off his dick.
“Just let me make you come.”
“But I want to get fucked, Daddy.” He pouted, which would be cute any other time, but not today.
“That’s not happening today.”
“Do you not want me anymore, Daddy?”
“Nothing like that, boy. I’m just tired.”
He looked annoyed, but he got back on all fours and waggled his ass in front of Ryder.
It took him less than two minutes for Zane to come, and about the same amount of time for him to get dressed and leave.
They barely spoke. Zane looked irritated, and Ryder wouldn’t be surprised if he was calling one of his other fuck daddies on the ride home.
The whole situation had been utterly humiliating, and he just wanted to sleep and put the day behind him.
After a restless sleep, Ryder called his doctor and made an appointment for later in the week.
He was due to meet Felix in the afternoon, but first he had to see his agent.
Fiona Laverton was one of the best for social media influencers, and she’d made a lot of money for both of them, so he wanted to understand what had happened when Felix had contacted her.
“Ryder. My favorite client,” she said, greeting him with air kisses.
He knew she said that to everyone, but he’d take the compliment.
If you were to picture a New York woman in her forties, who had a blonde bob cut and looked like she drank testicles blended into a smoothie for breakfast, then you would see Fiona Laverton.
She was an amazing woman to have on your side, but would be a nightmare if you pissed her off.
“I wanted to ask you about Felix O’Sullivan,” said Ryder.
“Should I know who that is?”
“He approached you about a project he’s doing on role models for pride month.”
“Oh, him. Yes, bit down market for you, dear. I declined on your behalf.”
“Well, I’m doing it. I’m meeting him in two hours.”
“What?”
“I’m doing the shoot. Sebastian and Mason are doing it as well. I want to ask one of my other friends and his partner, but I need to speak to them when they get back from their vacation. Do you have any other queer artists who could take part in this? I know Felix would appreciate some more names.”
Ryder had mentioned it to Mason in passing, and he’d offered to take part, which was rare.
He hated the publicity side of his job, and would happily spend all day in the kitchen, but he’d offered without even being asked.
Ryder must have caught him in a rare good mood.
He’d texted Sebastian, who’d said he would do it if they could talk when he was back, the sneaky fucker. Ryder had agreed.
“You’re not doing that shoot, Ryder,” said Fiona, her tone firm.
“Excuse me?”
“This is completely off brand for you. You can command tens of thousands for a shoot, and you’re doing this for what? A few hundred?”
“I’m not charging him.”
Fiona looked like she was about to faint.
She didn’t believe in giving anything away unless there was something in it for you.
It was probably why he rarely did charity work unless it was linked to Sebastian.
Fiona was desperate to represent Sebastian and Mason.
Neither of them had any interest in being social media influencers, but that wouldn’t deter her.
“I don’t see any harm in doing this. It’s helping another queer artist who’s just getting his start.”
“Are you fucking him?”
“Excuse me? What? How is that relevant?”
“So you are fucking him?”
“No.” But I’d like to!
“Then why? Do you know how many of these sorts of requests I get for you every day?”
“Every day? Why don’t I know about this?”
“Ryder, if I told you about every offer that landed in my inbox, I wouldn’t have time for any other clients.”
He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, she was probably keeping a lot of crap away from him, but how many people like Felix had been rejected? Ryder had this platform, and he wanted to use it for some good.
“I’ll call Mr. O’Sullivan and tell him you’ll no longer be proceeding.”
“No. I’ll be doing it.”
“It sets a dangerous precedent, Ryder.”
“How?”
“There’ll be an expectation that you’ll do this for other cute young red-headed guys.”
“How did you . . . You looked him up, didn’t you?”
“I take my job seriously, Ryder. Do you know he follows all your social media accounts and likes all your content?”
That gave Ryder a warm feeling all over. Felix was following him online and liking what he was putting out there.
“Look, Ryder, it’s clear by the look on your face that you want to fuck him. Can’t you just do that without wasting your talent on something like this?”
“I love the concept of what he’s doing.”
“It’s a brilliant concept, but do it for someone with a name, so it’s mutually beneficial. The only person benefitting from this deal would be him. You know he’s just passed ten thousand followers?”
“And?”
“The threshold for monetization.”
“So?”
“He’s clearly using you to boost his own mediocre platform.”
Ryder was getting frustrated. Fiona’s arguments were all valid, but he wanted to do this for Felix.
There was something about him that made Ryder want to help him.
He didn’t know what it was, but there was something about the sexy young man that appealed to him, and not just the thought of fucking him.
“I’m doing it. End of discussion.”
“Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “While you’re here, we need to talk about something else.”
“Okay. Should I be worried?”