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Bound by Love Part 1
Shane Hollander pushed through the doors of Vitelli Plaza on a sunny Thursday afternoon in April. He caught a break and made it on the elevator without having to wait in the lobby. The business people on board looked at him with open curiosity. The raven haired boy didn't fit in with the suit and tie crowd. He was wearing faded black jeans that hugged the curve of his ass and the bulge of his package. His fitted red muscle shirt was molded suggestively to his toned chest. Shane's chocolate brown eyes were lined, his lips were lightly glossed and his thick black hair was artfully highlighted with electric blue steaks. To the office workers he looked like he had just stepped out of a music video.
Shane was nervous about the interview with Vincent Vitelli. There was a lot at stake here and he needed this job. He knew he could act in scenes, pole dance, strip and do publicity photos for Vitelli's fetish sex club, Velvet. He'd done all those things and a hell of a lot more as a porn star and escort. Shane paled thinking about the past few years spent as Buck Wilde, international porn star. The elevator stopped at the top floor and Shane stepped off and headed towards the frosted glass doors that led to Vitelli's office. He took a deep breath, put a dazzling smile on his face and breezed in as if he didn't have a care in the world.
The forty something receptionist was usually immune to the charms of people angling to see her important boss but the young man who had just walked in was stunning. She couldn't help but stare at him and subconsciously smooth her hair as she returned his brilliant smile.
Shane saw how the woman reacted to him and the smile deepened. He reached across the desk to take her hand. “Good Afternoon. I'm Buck Wilde. I have an appointment with Mr. Vitelli at 2:00.” Shane said politely as he shook the lady's hand.
“He's expecting you, Mr. Wilde. Have a seat and I'll let him know you're here.”
“Thank you.” Shane replied and turned to take a seat. He heard the receptionist announce his arrival on the phone.
“He'll be with you in just a few moments. Would you like coffee, tea or a soda while you wait?” The receptionist asked as she stared at the beautiful young man.
“No thank you. I'm fine.” Shane began to flip through a Men's Health magazine as he waited for Vitelli to summon him into his inner sanctum.
Shane's mind strayed to thoughts of the past as it often did in idle moments. He remembered the event that had started the whole chain of misfortune that made up the past several years of his life. It had been Memorial Day weekend when Shane was sixteen. He'd known he was gay but he hadn't told anyone. Shane knew his parents wouldn't accept a gay son. He was scared they would find out so he never acted on his attraction to other men. On that fateful weekend, he met Luke Guldan. Luke's parents were renting the lake house closest to his parents. The day had started out so normal. Shane's parents had invited Luke's parents over for a BarBQue and to play card games on the patio.
Shane and Luke had talked a little. Shane had found out that Luke went to college and was going to be a tax accountant. Shane thought that sounded awful and boring but he didn't say that to the gorgeous blond haired older boy. They walked around a bit and Luke noticed the work shed in back of the house. He led Shane in and shut the door behind them. Shane had started to ask why Luke wanted to see his dad's work shed but the blue eyed boy had pushed him up against the ban saw table and kissed him. Shane had been stunned at first but gradually started to respond to the kiss. He'd never had the chance to kiss a boy before and this was like a dream come true for the curious young man.
Later that night, Shane's father had come into his room and told him he'd seen him through the window in the shed with Luke. His father's tightly controlled rage had terrified the teen. His father told him they would discuss the situation when they got back home. He had grounded Shane to his room for the remainder of their stay. He told Shane's mother that the boy was ill and needed his rest. The morning after they returned home, Shane's father waited until his mother left for work, then he turned on his son. He had unleashed his ferocious temper on the young boy and sent him away from his home bloody and bruised.
Shane had used the money he'd made doing yard work for neighbors to buy a bus ticket to Los Angeles. He'd met a group of three younger kids there who were also homeless and needed help. Their situation was desperate and Shane knew he had to do something to save the others. That night, he'd been walking to the shelter hoping to find someone who could give them a long term solution to their homeless state. A sleek silver Jaguar had pulled up beside him and rolled down the window. The man inside had called out to him and Shane had stepped over to talk to him. That man was Roman Roan, CEO of Roman Roan Enterprises and one of the richest men in the United States.
Shane had ended up going to a coffee shop with the older man and telling him about his situation. Roman had told him he could make sure that Shane's friends Ben, John and Beth would be taken care of but there was a price. Shane had been shocked when Roman had told him he owned a gay porn studio called Flesh for Fantasy. The older man wanted to make the raven haired boy his new star. Shane had found a way to give Ben, John and Beth a future. He wasn't sure knowing now what that decision had cost him, if he would have made the same choice again.
“Mr. Wilde, Mr. Vitelli will see you now.”
Shane followed the receptionist through the door and into Vitelli's huge office.
Shane stepped forward and held out his hand to the tall dark haired man standing behind the desk. He felt an electric tingle when their flesh met and he looked into Vincent's green hazel eyes. The older man had smoldering good looks which he used to his best advantage.
“Buck Wilde. You look just as delicious in person as you do in your films.” Vincent remarked in his smoky, sexy Italian accented voice that sent a thrill down Shane's spine.
“Thank you, Sir. I loved your photo shoot and interview in Advocate Male. I hope, if you hire me, that I'll be doing scenes with you.” Shane was a natural sub. He kept his eyes down as he looked up under his lashes at the sexy Dom who made the room crackle with sexual energy. Shane's knees felt a little weak and his stomach fluttered with butterflies under the Dom's intense gaze.
“Have a seat, wild boy. Tell me why you've left the porn business.” Vincent waited until Shane sat down before taking a seat.
“I've been in the business for several years, Sir. They are always looking for fresh faces. I'm not the 'it' boy anymore. It just seemed like the time to hand the crown over to a younger, prettier model.” Shane sincerely hoped Vincent bought that line cause he sure didn't want to divulge the truth.
Vincent watched the boy closely. He knew the gorgeous young man was lying. Buck Wilde was still the hottest name in gay porn. He could tell by the way the young man was holding himself that he expected a rebuke. Vincent decided to let the lie go for now and ask a few more questions.
“How old are you Buck?”
“I'm twenty five.”
“Come on, boy. We both know that's not true. Tell me the truth or leave. It's your choice.” Vincent sat back and crossed his arms. He knew the power of silence.
Shane took a deep calming breath. He couldn't leave. He had responsibilities. Ben, John and Beth's futures depended on him. He had to tell the truth. “I'm twenty one, Sir. I'll be twenty two next month.” Shane's head was bowed and his voice was low.
“What's your real name?” Vincent looked intently at the younger man's face as he waited for an answer.
“Shane Hollander but no one has called me that in years.” Shane felt tears well up in his eyes. He had protected Shane, kept him deep inside so all the men who had used his body couldn't touch the boy he had been. Now, he'd revealed that boy to Vincent Vitelli. He felt dizzy and sick as he tried to keep his breathing even and calm.
Vincent could feel the boy's deep distress. He knew Shane had given him a part of himself that he had kept hidden for many years. The young man must need the job desperately to do that. Vincent wasn't a soft touch but he felt true compassion for the young man sitting across the desk from him. He made a decision then. He would hire Shane Hollander and in time, he would learn the beautiful boy's secrets.
“Shane, look at me.” Vincent commanded in his deep, rich accented voice.
Shane wiped away his tears and looked up at the handsome older man who was smiling kindly at him.
“You've got the job. I need you to come to Velvet tonight around six. Park in the employee lot behind the building, use code 01812 and see my PA, Ilya Rozanov. He'll set you up with all the proper paperwork. You and I will do our first scene together tonight. I'm looking forward to it.”
Shane could hardly believe his ears. He got the job! “Thank you, Sir! You won't be disappointed. I'm looking forward to our scene too.” Shane was giving Vincent an incredibly gorgeous smile as they stood and shook hands again. This time they held on longer than necessary, each enjoying the hum of erotic electricity arcing between them.
~*~
Ilya walked into Velvet at 4:45. He wanted to talk to his friend, Troy Barrett, for a few minutes before his shift started at 5:00 pm. He went to the rehearsal room where Troy was practicing his stripping routine. Troy broke off as soon as Ilya entered and walked over to his friend.
“Hey Ilya! Have you heard the news?” Troy's cheeks were flushed and his hair was damp.
“Let me guess. Domme Svetlana finally pegged pony boy Adam with a strap on.” Ilya joked.
“No, man, even better! Vincent hired Buck Wilde today! We're gonna be working with the hottest porn star in the world! Can you believe it?”
“I'm not sure Harris is gonna share your enthusiasm for the new hire. He'll probably make you wear a cock cage every night you come to work.”
“I didn't say I wanted to fuck him. I just want to lick him like a lollicock.” Troy declared as he licked his lips suggestively.
“I think you'll have to take a number and get in line for the privilege. Every stud in the club is gonna want a piece of him.” Including me Ilya thought, but didn't say it out loud.
The first gay porn Ilya had seen was Buck Wilde's debut film The Wilde Boy Does Comicon. Who could forget seeing the gorgeous brown eyed boy hooking up with Captain America, The Winter Soldier, Ironman, Thor, Superman, Batman and Spiderman. Ilya was getting hard just thinking about it. He couldn't believe Buck Wilde was going to be here in the flesh and close enough to touch. Ilya told Troy he had to get to his office at five because Vincent was a stickler for punctuality.
Vincent, thinking about the tall, dark haired, handsome Dom always gave Ilya a tingle of want deep in his belly. A thought popped into his head that stopped him in his tracks. Vincent was a Dom and Buck Wilde was a sub. Oh God. How could he have been so blind. Vincent hired Buck so he could collar him. Ilya felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of Vincent with the gorgeous porn star. He wanted Vincent, had wanted him for the past year. Ilya felt a little sick as he stepped into his office and sat down. A couple of minutes passed and at 5:00 o'clock on the dot the phone rang. Ilya picked it up automatically.
“Hey Vincent. What can I do for you?” Ilya forced out past the lump in his throat.
“Good evening, Ilya. Are you feeling okay? You don't sound like yourself.” Vincent said with concern for his PA. He had a secret longing for his assistant that he knew could never be revealed. Ilya wasn't a sub and Vincent wouldn't force him to submit.
“Just a bit of a sinus headache. I'll be fine. Is there anything going on I need to know about?”
“You're gonna love this, Ilya. Your favorite porn star is coming to work here! Buck Wilde will be here around six to fill out the employee paperwork. Make sure you show him around and tell him all the rules. Treat him real nice cause he's gonna bring in a lot of money for the club. I know I can count on you, Ilya. I've got to go check on the renovations in the new space now. I'll be back around 7:00 to check in with you.” Vincent signed off and Ilya hung up his phone.
Buck Wilde was going to be here, in his office, in less than an hour. Ilya looked down at his black button down shirt and charcoal slacks. He pressed his hands against his thighs nervously. He couldn't stop thinking about Vincent being with Buck. The phone rang and Ilya jumped. He admonished himself to get his shit together as he answered. It was J.J. at the front desk. There was a man there asking to see Vincent saying that he was an old friend.
“Tell him Vincent isn't here.” Ilya let out an exasperated breath. J.J. was always getting on his pecs.
“He said he'll wait.” J.J. replied in a tone that implied Ilya was an idiot.
Ilya took a deep breath before saying. “Put him in the lounge. I'll be right there.”
“Sure thing.” J.J. said, sounding pleased with himself.
Ilya flipped off the phone before he hung up and stood up to go see who this guy was claiming to be a friend of Vincent's.
Ilya walked into the lounge and saw a black haired man looking down at the staging room for scenes that was below him. The man turned and captured Ilya with his laser locked stare. Ilya was held in place by the intensity of that deep blue gaze. The suave, handsome man walked forward with long confident strides.
“I'm Dan Steele, an old friend of Vincent's. I understand he'll be in the club a little later. How thoughtful of him to send a boy to amuse me while I wait.”
“Hi, I'm Ilya. I'm Vincent's PA. I don't umm... entertain clients. Vincent should be here after 7:00. You're welcome to stay and wait, Mr. Steele, but things don't really heat up around here til after 9:00.”
“It seems to me that things heated up the moment you walked in the room, boy. You may call me Dan.” The older man gave Ilya a hot stare.
“Okay, Dan. I could get you whatever you need while you wait.”
“Whatever I need?” The man leaned forward into Ilya's space. His thick black hair looked blue toned in the light and the younger man felt an urge to bury his hands in it.
“Well, I meant liquor, coffee, tea or….” Ilya trailed off.
"Or?" The handsome man's sensual lips curved into a wicked smile.
"Or what?" Ilya tried not to stare at the teasing Dom's mouth.
"Or, I was just wondering if there was something else being offered."
"Oh." Ilya felt his face flush as he looked down at his shoes. “I have to get back to my office. Enjoy your night here at Velvet, Sir.” Ilya turned and escaped down the hall.
He could swear he heard the Dom's laughter follow him along the corridor.
~*~
Shane was on cloud nine. He was going to do a scene with Vincent tonight! He could hardly believe it. Shane would take care of the paperwork with the PA, Ilya, then he'd have a look around the club. For the first time in a very long time, the brown eyed boy felt happy and light hearted. Shane walked into the employees entrance singing under his breath and smiling. He took the first corridor and knocked on the first door he came to.
Ilya heard the knock and braced himself before calling, “Come in.”
Shane swept into the room with a happy smile lighting up his face. “Hi, I'm Buck Wilde. I'm here to see Ilya Rozanov.” Shane noticed how gorgeous the man behind the desk was and his smile widened. He was really going to enjoy working here.
Ilya had to force his mouth not to drop open. Here he was, Buck Wilde, looking impossibly beautiful in painted on jeans and a fitted tee. Ilya swallowed nervously as he stood up to shake the raven haired boy's hand. Damn, he was just as fine in person as he was on film!
“I'm Ilya. It's good to meet you, Buck.” The older boy returned the smile and gripped the gorgeous man's hand firmly.
Shane looked into Ilya's eyes and saw how nervous he was. He liked that the PA was so excited to meet him. He decided to flirt with the handsome boy. “Have you ever met a porn star before, Tiger? Ever seen one in the flesh? Ever kissed or touched one?” Shane asked with a sensual purr.
Ilya was picturing Buck as he had been in his last film. Taut, toned, tan skin dusted with freckles, cock long, thick and flushed pink, chocolate brown eyes glowing liquid in the lights. Christ the dude was a walking wet dream! Shit, Buck had asked him something. What was it?
Shane thought that the young man was sweet. He was sure that even though Ilya worked in a sex club, he'd never sampled the delights to be had there. Shane stepped around the desk. “Are you okay? Maybe you should sit down.” Shane pushed the surprised man down into his chair and sat down on his lap straddling his thighs. “Let's see if you have a fever.” Shane rested the back of his hand gently against Ilya's flushed forehead.
Ilya stared up at him like Bambi caught in headlights and Shane smiled sweetly down at him.
“I'm only hot cause I'm next to you.” Ilya blurted out then blushed deeper red and looked down.
“No, Tiger, I'm hot cause I'm touching you.” Shane purred softly.
Ilya looked up with a smile that put his dimples on full display. Shane couldn't resist leaning in and kissing each dimple. Mmm...hot body, gorgeous face, and dimpled smile. Shane was falling in lust with the curly haired boy. The soft kisses sent a shiver of anticipation down Ilya's spine as he looked into Buck's hypnotic brown eyes. Ilya tried to lean back a little and break the magnetic pull of the boy on his lap but he only succeeded in presenting his lips to him.
Shane gently framed Ilya's face in his hands. Ilya parted his lips to say something then the beautiful boy's mouth descended and claimed his. Shane's pink lips were lush and soft against Ilya's. The black haired boy licked the outline of Ilya's cupid bow lips before plunging his tongue in to taste him. Ilya was rock hard now as Shane kissed him deeply. He ran his hands up Shane's toned thighs and rested them on his slim waist. Shane rocked his sinuous hips and ground their hard cocks together as their tongues battled for dominance.
“Oh, Tiger, you're so damn hard. You feel so good. Do you want me?”
Ilya moved his hands to touch Shane's beautiful face as he claimed his lips. His skin was amazingly soft. Ilya found himself wanting to kiss and lick every inch of it.
Shane had to come up for air and pulled back a bit. Ilya rubbed his cheek against Shane’s relishing the younger man's supple skin.
“Mmmm...” Shane purred as he leaned forward to lick Ilya's ear.
Ilya felt another pleasant tingle shoot down his spine. He grabbed onto Shane's slim hips and ground their crotches together.
“Hey, Tiger, I'd like for us to go out sometime. Would you like that?” Shane purred, raising gooseflesh on Ilya's sensitive neck.
Just then, the office door opened and Vincent stepped in. Ilya jumped up, dumping Shane off his lap and onto the floor.
“Hey Buck. Did Ilya help you get those employee papers filled out?” Vincent asked with a knowing grin.
“I'm sure that was the next item on his to-do list.” Shane said with a dazzling smile as he got off the floor and walked around the desk.
Ilya was sure his heart would beat out of his chest. “You said you weren't going to be in til later. Your friend, Dan Steele, is waiting in the lounge for you.” Ilya's accented voice wasn't quite steady. He couldn't believe Vincent had walked in and caught them like that.
“It's good to make him wait. He's always thought of himself as a god amongst men. I enjoy taking him down a peg or two at every opportunity. You two may proceed filling out the forms or feeling each other up, whichever you prefer.” The Dom flashed them a wicked grin and closed the door softly behind him.