Trick (Master's Boys) (5 page)

Trick was brought out of his musings by the sound of a door being opened. Master P stepped into the room. He was no longer in the Dom gear and looked as though he
'
d been freshly showered. Trick marveled at how scrumptious he looked in his long sleeved Henley and tattered jeans. Holes were torn in the jeans in various places and closed again by silver chains. The clothes were expensive; Trick was sure of it. Master P walked up to Trick
,
and Trick stood. The large man moved right into Trick
'
s personal space
,
and then he was being drawn against the big man
'
s chest.

Trick
'
s arms snaked around the man as an involuntary movement when the man
gazed into his eyes, bent his head
,
and
began to assault his lips with the most beautiful and tender kisses he
'
d ever experienced. Once again his mind was confused as he stood there, wrapped in the much taller man
'
s arms, dwarfed by the muscle and strength of his body. For some reason, the encounter with this man felt natural and not dirty, the way
his other johns made him feel. As suddenly as it began, Master P ended the kiss, pulling away from Trick
'
s mouth; Trick was at a loss as to the emotions that roiled through him.

"
Come,
"
the Dom said, taking Trick
'
s hand and leading him out of the room and back to the room where he
'
d slept. As they opened the door, Trick noticed a bag on the bed that he
'
d so recently exited
—
Nordstrom
.
Trick immediately recognized the name of the high priced department store.

"
Get dressed, boy. I brought you a few things. Those clothes that you were wearing when you came in this morning have been sent out to be laundered. I think these will fit you.
"
The large man pulled a brand new pair of jeans out of the bag along with a Henley and a leather jacket. Shoes followed, brand new etnies in black suede and leather with bright white laces and red accents. The price tags shocked Trick as he turned the beautiful clothes over in his hands
and
touched them reverently. Being the younger son, he
'
d always worn hand me downs, rarely owning anything new. Since being kicked out of the house, he
'
d been lucky enough to find clothes at the homeless shelter to cover his growing body, but he
'
d absolutely never worn anything new.

Trick began to grow suspicious of the man
'
s motives. Why was he treating a street whore so nicely? He actually began to fear for his safety. Maybe this older dude had some freaky idea about dressing him up, fattening him up, only to slaughter him on video tape
.
L
ike those… what did they call them? Trick thought hard… yeah, snuff films, that was it. But, when he looked over at the other man
'
s face, which held so much excitement, it was as if he was looking int
o the eyes of kindness. No way w
ould this guy do anything to
hurt
Trick. His instincts told him so
,
but he had to ask.

"
Look, this is… this is all really nice, and you
'
ve been a good guy and all, but I really don
'
t get it. I want to know what
'
s going on with you, Master P,
"
Trick squeaked out. The Dom smiled that killer smile and laid a hand on Trick
'
s shoulder.

"
In these walls and everywhere else, you will call me Phoenix, unless we are in a scene or session and then you must call me Master, Sir, or Master P.
"
He dropped his hand.
"
For now, it
'
s Phoenix, okay?
"
The guy stared intently at him as a million thoughts rushed through Trick
'
s head. What in the hell was the guy talking about with scenes and sessions? Trick was even more confused.

"
You hungry?
"
the man asked. Trick felt the bite of hunger in his stomach as he was reminded.

"
Yeah,
"
he replied honestly.

"
Good, cause tonight is pizza night, boy, and not the frozen kind. Get dressed and meet me in the lobby in five minutes. I don
'
t like to be kept waiting.
"
Something in the guy
'
s tone made Trick clutch the beautiful clothes tight against his ches
t as
he nodded. The guy nodded back and turned,
opening the door and stepping out of the room.
Trick hurried into the beautiful clothes, digging into the bag to find clean new socks and underwear by Andrew Christian. As he stood in front of a full length mirror, he admired the way his cock fell perfectly into the pouch in the bright red jock strap. He turned and noticed how sexy his bubble butt looked in the under things.

Trick
hoped that he would be able to return the favor that Phoenix h
ad given him. As he stepped into the rest of the clothes, he wondered on the desire to please Phoenix. He had a semi hard on just thinking of the big, beautiful man and just how sexy he
'
d looked in that room with the guy tied to the cross. Trick wondered whether the large man was going to want to tie him up also. He shoved his thickening cock into the skin tight jeans and worked to close up the front over the sudden protruding bulge.

When Trick sat on the bed to slip on the socks and picked up one of those shoes, the first thing he did was shove his nose into the shoe. He took a deep breath. It smelled like heaven. He
'
d never owned something so nice before. He ran his fingers over the black suede of the etnies, feeling the softness
,
and then over the smooth leather before sniffing it again. Reverently, he stepped into the shoes and laced them up with the bright white laces. He left them untied, as he
'
d seen them done on the billboards along Santa Monica and Sunset, and tucked the ends into the sides. Trick pulled the
three hundred and fifty
dollar price tag off of the buttery soft leather jacket and slipped it on over the soft Henley. He stood in front of the mirror and looked
up and down. He figured that he looked pretty decent
and was stunned at how
good
it felt to be clean and warm. His cock poked nicely against the front placket of his jeans
,
and as he threaded his fingers through the curls on the top of his head, he decided that he was as presentable as he would ever be. He glanced at the clock on the wall and hurriedly stepped through the door, shutting it behind him.

****

Phoenix was sitting on the boxy red leather sofa in the reception area of the studios when the kid hurriedly walked in. He looked the kid up and down, wondering if he had any idea how beautiful he was. A short man,
Wade
was probably no more than five foot eight but he sure knew how to fill out a pair of skin tight jeans. He
'
d picked out the clothes with great care, after his conversation with Zack. If he was going to keep the kid around for a
while and make sure that his
self-esteem
was lifted, then he wanted the kid to feel as though he was valued. What better way of showing that
than
giving the boy something that he probably hadn
'
t seen in a long time, if ever. It was the first step in training
Wade
, though
the boy
had no idea what Phoenix planned for him. Plenty of time for that though. Right now, he was going to treat him to something special. He smiled at
Wade
and stood, walking over to him and taking his hand.

"
Come on. Let
'
s eat, boy,
"
Phoenix said. The boy nodded, said nothing
,
and willingly followed Phoenix out to the parking garage where
they got into his Mercedes
and headed out for dinner.
Not far from DOMZ.com
'
s studios was a famous pizza place that had been around for only about ten years and strategically located in Burbank close to Universal City and the various Hollywood studios. Taste Chicago was owned by a famous actor and his wife and had rapidly begun gathering celebrity clientele. The short drive in the pouring rain got them to their destination
,
and Phoenix parked the car in the already packed lot. Even at nine pm, the joint had people standing in a line, crammed into the small restaurant to stay out of the rain. Phoenix escorted
Wade
to a table before standing in the line to place their orders. When he returned with two
Cokes
and straws, he set them on the table.

"
This place smells great,
"
Wade
commented as he tore the paper off his straw.

"
It
'
s the best Chicago
pizza
outside of Chicago, boy. I hope you like it,
"
Phoenix replied.

"
I already love it,
"
Wade
said, taking a dainty sip of his
Coke
. Phoenix
'
s heart did a little flip flop at the kid
'
s words. He watched the boy
'
s mouth water as their pizza was brought out and set on the table in front of them in the
iron pan that it had baked in. It was a
deep dish with cheese, meatballs, peppers, onions, mushrooms, sausage, pepperoni
,
and black olives
, and steam rose from the delectable thing.
Phoenix reached for the handle of the pizza server and asked
Wade
to lift his plate. When he lifted the thick piece of pie, the melted mozzarella stretched all the way to the plate where he set it down for the boy. A glance at
the
expression of ecstasy
in
Wade
'
s face told him everything he wanted to know
,
and it sent a thrill through Phoenix.

"
Dig in while it
'
s still hot, boy,
"
Phoenix said, lifting a piece onto his
own
plate and
then
picking up the piece to bite into it. As usual
,
the explosion of flavor on his tongue from the sauce, the garlic, the toppings
,
and the buttery crust had him chewing as fast as he could so that he could get to the next piece. As
Wade
bit into the pointed end of the pizza, his face glazed over in a mask of joy. Phoenix decided exactly what he was going to have the boy do with him that night. Watching that busy mouth as he chewed that pizza, he suddenly pictured those sweet bow lips around his cock as he tunneled it in and out. Phoenix wolfed down the rest of the piece and noticed that
Wade
had finished his
slice
but just stared down at the pan.

"
You want another piece,
Wade
?
"
Phoenix asked. The young man smiled and nodded
,
and Phoenix helped him to a second piece. By the time the pan was empty,
Wade
looked satisfied
,
and Phoenix leaned back in the wooden chair, sipping his
Coke
.

"
Man, I don
'
t know how to thank you; that was the best meal I
'
ve ever had in my life,
"
the boy said suddenly. His coloring looked much better than he had this morning. It was a wonder what a couple of good meals could do for the kid. Suddenly, he wanted to get the kid home and check out what was under the new clothes that he
'
d given him. He pushed away from the table and stood, watching as the kid followed suit, standing and putting on the soft black leather jacket.

"
You don
'
t have to thank me for the meal
,
"
Phoenix
replied.
A feeling of wanting to take care of the young man came over him, in a possessive flood of emotions. He led the kid to the door of the restaurant and through the crowed line of people still waiting to order
,
until they were standing under the awning outside. He absently reached over and grasped
Wade
'
s hand as the rain threatened to pelt them the minute that they stepped out into the parking lot.