Tops on Vacation

Oooh yes! AAAA! I loved the way I was getting pounded. My body was glistening, I was squirming, and my body was fighting the restraints as my member was kept caged under me. My wrists were tied to the posts of the bed, and my legs were restrained as well.

I was pulling on my chains as waves of pain and pleasure washed over me, making me hot and sweaty as I yelled in ecstasy. There was a blindfold over my eyes, and all I could do was imagine how good I looked for my Master.

Scott had not said anything to me. He was working my hole, spanking my muscled ass, and roughly playing with my nipples as I buried my face into the mattress to scream in pure pleasure.

I felt my hair pulled, and immediately the popper bottle was under my nose. I took two deep hits, and I was flying high as I was being power-drilled. It was the combination of the amazing pounding I was getting, the fact that I was restrained to the bed, and being locked up all week that was driving me wild.

I was begging now, "Deeper, harder, yes, yes, YES!" I switched to moaning and crying. I wanted this; I wanted Scott to set me free.

I did not care about my current situation. I did not care that I was now part of his belongings, that he had shared me with his friends, coworkers, and even our friend Angel.

I was too lost in this fever that my mind and body were experiencing. I wanted this wave to break, for my body to peak from the pleasure my hole was sending through my entire being.

I was being ridden hard and fast. He stuck his fingers into my jaw and rode me like a wild pony. "Aaaahhhhhgggrrrrhhhh," I moaned. I wanted this—I wanted this so badly. I was, of course, high, drunk, and riding poppers from the start, but that had become the norm, and I loved it. I wanted to be his, and I knew he loved me in his own way—my Master, my lover.

Scott was fantastic, as he usually was, but today he was being super rough with me, and I did not care. I wanted to cum, and I was going to take this and more. His pleasure was my priority, and nothing else mattered.

His fat dick was fantastic; it felt even thicker than usual. His thrusts were powerful and painful, wild and unrestrained, as he switched to spanking my ass. He was quieter than usual, but when he was on a mission to satisfy his needs, I expected nothing less than what I was getting.

"Smack, SMACK!" I felt the sting on my cheeks as he held my hair up, using his free hand to slap my face. "Yes, fuck," I yelled, "I'm a slut, baby." I said this as he slapped me a few more times before switching again to a deep pounding that made me yell and lose my breath.

Another hit of poppers and I was flying high. He held onto my hair just above my ears and jackhammered into my willing hole.

"AAAAAAAAA, YEEEESSSSSSSSS," I hissed as I was being pushed to the point of no return. I was close and knew I needed to announce it. And boy, did I. "I'm gonna CUM, Master. I'm gonna CUUMMM!" In return, I got a combo of slaps on my face and ass, and then the rough pinching of my nipples. I was in heaven, and I was about to cut loose.

"FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!" I yelled as my orgasm overtook me. "YYYEEEESSSS, MASTER," I followed, as the second shot splattered out of my cage. I heard the grunting and rapid breathing as Scott began to cum and fill me up. I shot my third load as I felt the dribble come out of my raw hole.

"AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" I heard somewhere in the distance as I came down from my high. I felt the wash of accomplishment. I had satisfied my Master, and now, as he was jerking and shaking on top of me, I was over the moon, feeling pride in myself.

I felt my head being pulled up—he was using my hair, and it stung, but I knew better than to complain. I gritted my teeth, and then the tight blindfold was pulled off. It took me a moment to focus, as it had been at least a few hours of our session. But as I looked in front of me.

There was a mirror, and as I looked up, I noticed the bulky body of a man that was not my Master. This man was built like a beefy Olympic wrestler, like the ones you see in the heavyweight division.

Then I finally got to the face, and all I could do was stare in utter shock. The man, radiating power and control, was not Scott—it was my childhood pastor!

“It’s good to see you too, Dustin,” he said with a smile. Then, as if reading my thoughts, he added, “You can’t imagine my surprise when I got a message through Facebook from Scott.” He smiled again. “After meeting with him, well, here we are.” As he said that, he sunk his cock back into my hole, making my body jerk as he pushed the thick monster deep into my wet, sensitive hole.

“I always knew you were gay, but I must say, Dustin, I never imagined you’d be into this kind of kink,” he said as he began to pump his cock back into me. I was in turmoil—I felt utterly betrayed.

From the very start, I had requested—no, I had begged—Scott not to involve anyone I knew. None of my friends, no one from my family’s circle.

“Don’t worry, Dustin. I know you love this,” he said as he started pounding me hard and fast again. “Yes, slut. Say it, Dustin, say it again.” And like a fool, I did. “Fuck me, Pastor John, fuck me,” I said, full of shame.

John put the poppers under my nose, and I complied. What else could I do? I was moaning again in no time as Pastor John joyfully played with me, relentlessly smashing into my already sensitive, raw hole. Against my will, I was hard and pushing back, wanting more of the pastor’s cock in my ass.

“That’s it, Dustin, that’s the pussy boy I like,” he said, holding onto my hair again. “Say it again, say what I want to hear,” he yelled. To my surprise, I was coming again as I said, “Fuck me, Pastor John, I’m your bitch!”

John came again, grunting and pounding me. “Yes, bitch! You are a fucking cock slut, Dustin.” Then, as he came down, he added, “You have an amazing body, and I’m gonna enjoy fucking you all night…”

It was 5 a.m. when Pastor John left. I was in tears as soon as he walked out of the bedroom. He had throat-fucked me to completion before leaving, and my mouth was still dripping a mix of heavy saliva and salty, medicated cum.

I heard Scott show up to the apartment 10 minutes later. I said nothing as he walked past me. He had been out partying with friends all night. He said nothing either—just grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt as he pulled off his jeans. I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He jumped in the shower, and 10 minutes later, he came into the room and untied me. “I heard you came nice and hard all night!” he said with pride. “Pastor John paid good money, baby,” he said again, clearly proud. “Now that you’re a stay-at-home wife, we’re going to make that extra money by doing what you like,” he said with a matter-of-fact smile.

He walked me over to the shower and unlocked me. He set the shower and then left the room.

I filled the tub and soaked in it, thinking.

Scott was going to prostitute me like a cheap trick to make up for my lost income. He had forced me to leave my job to control me, and now, unable to keep up with the expenses, why not use me to make some extra cash?

I noticed he had left some items on the chair next to me. I looked at them. The first was a receipt copy. I took it in my hand, and it was made out to Pastor John for a massage treatment. It was for three thousand dollars.

If I weren’t in shock over the fact that this was my family’s pastor—the man I had known all through my youth and to whom I had confessed my insecurities while learning about my sexuality—I might have thought I had made good money in this transaction. My family still visited him and were active in the church.

I put the receipt down and moved on to the next paper. It was a business plan outline to open an OnlyFans account with me as the star of the show. It already had a working name: Dustin's Dungeon. Scott had even included a note about doing requests, which would lead to monthly escorting services for OnlyFans clientele.

“Dustin, I need to step out for a bit and pay some bills. We can talk about all that when I get back,” Scott said.

I replied, “Yeah, OK. How long will it take you?” I asked, already planning my escape. But where could I go? Who could I run to?

I’ll be back in an hour,” Scott said joyfully, as if he already knew I would comply.

“I’ll have dinner ready so we can talk,” I replied, trying to mask my plans behind a calm demeanor.

“Perfect,” he called back, his voice booming with that old charm that once drew me in. “I’ll get some wine.”

“OK, see you in a bit,” I managed, my voice steady despite the churn in my stomach.

As he left, I gathered the last of the papers strewn about—a final, damning confirmation of his intentions. Among them was a list, my heart sinking as I scanned it. It was a Facebook roster of my family and friends, complete with Grindr profiles he'd sourced clandestinely. Predators mark their territory, and Scott had circled one in particular—Dominic, my high school coach, a reminder of a past life innocently untouched by this sordid world. He'd reached out, but thankfully, no reply had come.

My heart sank as I pulled the only other circled Facebook profile, It was Tommy the creepy bartender that I beat senseless to gain Angels freedom. 

Scott... this man I'd shared my life with, he never loved me. Not truly. He loved the way I adored him, the way I submitted, worshipped at his feet.

After a deep, steadying breath, I stepped out of the tub and into the spray of the shower, rinsing off the residue of betrayal. I quickly prepared dinner, pasta with chicken breast, and seasoned white bread crisped with garlic butter. I set the table meticulously, leaving just one thing missing—wine.

Knowing Scott had money on hand, I expected him to take his time. It was perfect.

He arrived later than expected, his truck rumbling into place. I’d dressed carefully, a semi-sheer white thong clinging to my form, one he particularly fancied. 

I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my physique finely honed from days turned to months of diligent training, a body sculpted for his twisted desires.

Scott entered in high spirits, likely buoyed by alcohol, his cheer untouched by the gravity of his betrayals. He flashed a grin, pulling a bottle of wine from a bag—another tool for tonight's charade.

“Wow, this looks amazing, Dustin,” he exclaimed, his eyes briefly taking in the spread before returning to me with a lust that once flattered but now repelled.

I served him, our interaction a dance of appearances. “You look great, Dustin. Can’t wait to pound that ass tonight,” he remarked casually, as if discussing the weather rather than our unraveling lives.

His comments about my looks, the money, they all twanged a bitter note. "We’ll be high rollers soon," he chuckled, oblivious to the storm within me.

“I’ve worked hard to give people what they want,” I replied, the double entendre lost on him as he savored another bite.

The conversation took a turn when I finally voiced the betrayal, the hurt festering from his plans laid bare on paper. “Scott, why didn’t you tell me about all this sooner? I begged you—”

His response cut deep, a venomous silence followed by a shouted, “You will shut the fuck up! You are mine to command, Dustin.”

The command fell flat, his drunken slur stripping any authority it might have held. He was not the man I fell for; perhaps he never was.

His gaze faltered, the wine catching up, his senses dulling. “Ring, ring,” I announced, my tone mocking as I headed to the door.

“One second, Maaaaster,” I called back sarcastically. He was too slow, the drugs I'd slipped into his drink taking hold.

As I opened the door, Tommy stepped in, a stark contrast to the broken figure slurring his confusion from the table.

“Let me introduce myself, Scott. I’m Tommy, and you might remember me from—well, you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

“What the fuuuuuccck,” Scott slurred, as Tommy took a seat at the table.

“I work lots of odd jobs—media manager, office manager, bartender… but you know that already. I have to tell you, Scott,” Tommy said, looking Scott up and down, practically salivating.

“My favorite job is locating exclusive content for my high-end clientele to consume.” Tommy pulled out a small plastic dot and walked over, placing it in Scott’s mouth. Scott was in no position to complain and was almost instantly high as a kite.

Tommy pulled out a recording device and several papers, he went on to explain that as an exclusive model, and all that professional jargon that I’m sure only Tommy knew, was being recorded for the benefit of paperwork.

“Scott, do you agree to the terms and conditions of this contract?” Tommy asked.

“Yes,” Scott said, clearly no longer with us mentally.

“You confirm that you’re doing this of your own free will and will complete your contract and requirements?” Tommy continued.

“Yes,” Scott replied.

The recorder stopped, and Tommy looked over at me. “Now, Dustin, it’s done. As the model's agent, you will receive 50% of the profit after travel and expenses. Do you agree as Scott’s agent? Last thing I need is for you to change your mind and have my ass handed to me again.”

I stood up and saw the flash of uncertainty in his face. "No, Tommy, I will not change my mind." I crossed over to the now-slobbering Scott, searched his pockets, and found the key to my cock cage.

I noticed Tommy hungrily eyeing my now-naked body. I pulled off the cage, and my cock and balls dropped, hanging low and finally enjoying their freedom.

"He must have really pissed you off” Tommy said, adjusting himself.

I pulled on my thong and filled it properly for the first time in ages.

We worked quickly to move Scott to the floor. I took his phone and wallet. Tommy stripped him head to toe, then played with Scott’s nuts as his manhood sprang to life. "Impressive. Shit, let me get some pics," Tommy said, proceeding to pose and take several pictures.

"Any pictures you already have?" he asked. Tommy was going to post all of this to his clients before setting up the show and cameras.

I had several pictures of Scott in various skimpy and leather outfits. He was smiling in all of them as only he could. His body was shaped like a Greek statue, his proportions just right.

Tommy walked into the bedroom and began setting up the cameras—one above, one below, and one directly in front of the bed. He angled the full-body mirrors to get all the needed reflections. He covered the bed with a black silk fitted sheet and added lights around the room.

I was intrigued by Tommy’s efficiency and professionalism. He placed several iPads around the bed in various positions. "For the big money," he said as he finished.

"Now, as promised," Tommy said, pulling out a small yet tough cutting tool. Much like wire cutters, he used it to slice the collar from my neck, cleanly and easily.

"You are free," Tommy said. "Congratulations," he added with a mocking smile. He knew the relationship I was in, and he too had been surprised by my Facebook message earlier in the day. He had quickly called me and was in on my scheme almost immediately.

Luckily, he wasn’t more than 30 minutes away and was always ready for this kind of thing. It was he who proposed this and in my fury I had agreed.

What can I say? He loved what he did.

"Now, let’s get Scott in place," Tommy said. We carried the naked Scott to the bed, where Tommy sucked on his cock and got him hard and ready.

Tommy tied and restrained Scott, taking several pictures and a short video of himself sucking on Scott’s thick cock. Before pulling on the chains and levers to make sure Scott was suspended above the bed.

In no time, his personal iPad was beeping with alerts. Tommy walked over and said, "We have a show. All 12 iPad positions are paid for by high rollers, plus several people who will see just the private video."

The excitement in his voice was almost scary. "We are going to make some real money," Tommy said with a smile.

"Do you want to be inside or will you be watching offsite?" Tommy asked.

"Send me the link. I want to stream it," I replied.

"Excellent. I will start the show in 30 minutes. I want the clients to see him like this first before we wake him up completely."

I got dressed and headed out the door. As I did, I called Angel.

"Hey there, long time no call or text. Is your Master there with you?" Angel asked.

"No, we had a falling out a few days ago. He was unhappy about our current money situation. Can I spend the night with you?" I said in a low vulnerable tone.

"Yes, of course. Shit, Dustin, I did not see this coming."

Scott had cut Angel out of the friend group after Angel refused Scott’s request to join me as a slave.

I arrived at Angel’s apartment and was greeted warmly with some milk and cookies. We talked about everything, and I, of course, told him my version of what was going on. I did tell him about the OnlyFans, the pastor, and all that… but not what was currently happening.

“Scott said he didn’t need me, that he found a way to make ‘real’ money on his own, and he kicked me out,” I said, tears streaming down my face. I cried, though not for the reasons Angel thought… but my tears were real and filled with emotion.

“Fuck him, Dustin! You’ve been worshipping and wanting him for so long, and honestly, you can do better. Lots better,” Angel said, tearing up too. “Are you hurt?” he asked with concern.

“No, I’m OK, thankfully. No damage other than maybe the emotional part of this,” I said. “He told me he could do better than me and that he was going to show me how much better he could do without me,” I sobbed.

“He’s such an asshole, Dustin. You are way better now,” Angel said as he hugged me. “I owe you, Dustin. When I was in real need, you came out swinging for me, quite literally.”

I chuckled, and we both smiled.

Angel picked up after me and went into the kitchen.

I got the buzzing message from Tommy and knew the show was about to start.

“Can I connect to your TV?” I asked.

“Yeah, man, let’s get our minds off this asshole,” Angel replied.

I clicked and streamed it to the TV.

Angel sat next to me and said, “What the fuck?”

There, in front of us, was the bound and chained Scott, naked in all his glory. His body shook as he tested the restraints, his powerful chest heaving, and his balls and cock slapping around, fully engorged.

I was sure Tommy had slipped him some ED medication to get Scott exactly how he wanted. Scott had wrist, leg, and neck restraints, along with a ball gag in his mouth. His eyes were open but slightly glazed.

Angel’s face was in shock, but I made sure to manipulate the situation. “I found Facebook messages to other men, to dungeon groups, and about how he could make money as a slave for them. Turns out he wanted to be dominated too,” I said, tears streaming as Angel searched my face. “I confronted him, and, well, it all led to him kicking me out.”

“His friends must have sent me the link so I can see how he’s better off without me,” I cried. “He’s still fucking with me,” I added.

I was going to click off the stream, but Angel stopped me.

“Well, two can play this game,” Angel said, pulling out his phone and snapping a few shots. “We’re going to record and take pics and mess him up with it.” Angel was furious, and I was, of course, playing my part to perfection. I had no choice now; I had to sell it.

We both watched as Scott’s muscled body was oiled up by a masked man, unrecognizable at first. Tommy’s body looked even more ripped and defined than I remembered when I had beaten his ass senseless to free Angel.

“Oh shit,” Angel said. “That guy looks amazing.” The leather straps on Tommy hugged and tugged at all the right places. Scott was pulling and shaking as he resisted Tommy’s hands while they massaged and worked their way to his low-hanging balls, twisting and pulling them as Scott struggled in vain to shake him off.

“Not gonna lie, that’s fucking hot, but I’m still dragging his ass. Top man, my ass,” Angel said as he recorded a few clips of what was happening.

I said sadly, “He wanted to be dominated and collect the money he could make from it by streaming. You know people like these fantasy kinks,” I said.

Angel was angry, but no lie, Scott had a body that begged to be looked at, licked, and sucked.

“I need to use the restroom,” I said, getting up. I went to the bathroom and pulled the video up on my phone.

I watched as Tommy pulled the plug from the gag and, with a single and powerful thrust, shoved his cock into Scott’s mouth.

“Fuck,” I heard Angel say faintly from the living room.

I saw Scott struggle and strain against the cock being shoved down his throat with a force and speed he was unprepared for. In moments, the fight left him, but globs of thick saliva and bubbled dribble flowed from his mouth. It was amazing. As he was being face-fucked, his body jerked, and his cock, like a wand, waved from side to side. He held tight to his restraints, trying to do anything, but it was useless. Tommy came in large globs, holding Scott’s nose shut. Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed, leaving no doubt that he was swallowing all of it—not a single drop spared.

I flushed the toilet and walked back out.

Angel sat there, mouth open and sporting a hard-on. I pretended not to notice and sat down.

“He fucking loves it,” I said, pointing out the small bead of precum on Scott’s thick cock.

“Damn, Scott really is doing all that,” Angel said with a tinge of regret and disappointment. “He boasted about being a strict top and all that for years, and now look how easily he’s come to this.” Angel looked at me. “If anything, Dustin, I think you’re better off.”

“What will our friends and his family think of this? What will I say?” I said in a low, sad tone.

“It’s not your problem anymore, Dustin.” He rubbed my hair. “You did more than anyone—hell, more than I would ever do for anyone—and still, he’s fucked it up. Let him screw this up on his own.”

We continued to watch as the ball gag was replaced and locked back in place. Tommy moved behind Scott and began massaging his lower body. Scott shook violently, but without skipping a beat, Tommy placed a large rag full of what I assumed was poppers over Scott’s face, forcing him to breathe it in.

Scott was high as a kite almost instantly, his eyes glazing over as Tommy began working his way toward Scott’s hole. Scott lurched up in pleasure as Tommy pulled on his balls and twisted them, sending Scott’s eyes fluttering.

Angel and I were glued to the TV. I would occasionally glance down and shake my head in disapproval, keeping up appearances.

“Aaaghhmmm,” came the sound as Scott’s eyes bulged. Tommy had slipped his finger into Scott’s hole in one swift movement. Scott pulled up, trying to pull himself away, but only a few minutes later, with the help of another shot of poppers, Scott had a long string of precum hanging from his gorgeous, hard cock. It was so fucking hot.

Tommy pulled his fingers away and positioned himself behind Scott. I think Scott knew what was coming next as he started shaking and pulling himself into a push-up position, suspended, until—with a powerful thrust—Tommy stuffed his cock deep into Scott’s tight pink hole.

“AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHRRRRRRR!” Scott yelled into the ball gag, his eyes bulging in pain at the intrusion.

“FUCK!” Angel said, glued to the show playing on the TV. I continued my gestures and comments to maintain the facade of disappointment and anger.

“Mmmgghhhmmm,” we heard Scott moan. Angel and I looked at each other in shock.

“Did he just moan?” Angel asked as we both turned back to the screen.

Only moments ago, Scott was shaking and pulling on his restraints. Now he was taking a pounding, moaning into his gag.

His body glistened with the first shine of sweat as he was shaken by every thrust being delivered to his pretty pink hole.

I had to give it to Tommy—his camera angles and seamless switching between them were nothing short of amazing. No angle was wasted, from Scott’s muscled ass to his bulging muscles, sharp facial features, and finally, his open pink hole swallowing Tommy’s cock with zero resistance.

Tommy was giving Scott the fucking of his life. Scott was sweating, tugging at his restraints as his balls pulled in tight. Tommy was power-fucking now, clearly chasing his own release.

The muffled yell into the ball gag was potent as Scott’s cum flew out in a powerful shot across the bed. Tommy kept drilling away as though his life depended on it. A second yell into the gag sent another shot of cum from Scott’s very enlarged and thick cock. His balls swayed freely as his eyes rolled back into his head. The third shot made his whole body shake violently, pushing Tommy over the edge.

You could see the shock in Scott’s eyes as he realized he was being seeded.

Globs of cum hung from his ass and his cock. He just hung there; there was no fight left in him.

Tommy took Scott’s now-numb right arm hand and made him wave it toward the camera, Making scoot look pitiful.

Angel and I looked at each other in shock. “I got the money shot in a short clip,” Angel said, flustered and red. Like I said, Scott really had a body and face worth watching, and more.

Tommy tied Scott’s arms folded behind his back and further pulled his legs apart until he was almost in a split.

Tommy moved behind him and put on a black glove that extended to his elbow as Angel and I continued to watch.

"Fuck no," we both said.

Scott was given another round of poppers, several types, some we did not even know about, and then the camera cut back to Scott's leaking, cum-filled hole. Tommy greased up his glove with a heavy, almost plastic-like lube, and by pulling his hair, he raised Scott's head up. Through the mirror in front of Scott, his eyes froze in terror.

Tommy pointed with his fingers, and without removing his other hand from Scott's hair, moved back behind Scott. What can only be described as frantic and erratic movement followed as Scott attempted to shake himself free.

Tommy expertly, smoothly, and slowly slipped his hand into Scott's ass. The shriek into the gag was nothing short of spectacular. I saw Scott's eyes flutter and roll back into his head as he fought not to pass out. Then came the humiliation as a steady stream of urine flowed from his still hard cock onto the bed beneath him.

Before Scott was done pissing himself, Tommy was fisting him, working him hard and slow. Angel and I were speechless, our jaws dropped as Tommy began to punch-fuck Scott, who was moaning and writhing in pleasure and pain.

To our amazement, with his fist still buried in Scott’s ass, Tommy slipped his cock back into Scott’s hole and started to fuck him again while twisting his fist inside. We were left amazed as Scott moaned his way into another powerful orgasm, shooting three full spurts from his beautiful, thick cock before just hanging there, defeated and dominated.

Then the feed cut out, and Angel and I just sat there. We took a few moments before we spoke again.

I asked Angel not to release the photos and clips. I told him that sooner or later the stuff Scott was doing would catch up to him, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Angel agreed. The next day, Angel went to work bright and early. I got up, showered, and looked around for breakfast.

My phone rang, and I picked up.

"Dustin, we have great news and even better news, depending on how you look at it. What do you want first?" Tommy said.

"The good news: I will be sending you $70,000, which is your share of last night's earnings. It should be hitting your account in three payments; the first should already be in."

My heart dropped at the amount of money I had made thanks to Scott. I opened my app and saw the amount; it was indeed in my account.

"What's the other news?" I asked nervously.

"We have a very rich client who wants to rent our boy Scott for his pleasure," Tommy said casually. "I have already informed the client that Scott is a true top and will need to be worked on and kept under lock and key," Tommy added.

"The client informed me that he has the means to break in our boy Scott and send him back unharmed and in one piece, fully trained of course. He wants Scott for a full year."

The way Tommy casually said all this was unnerving. "Scott has already signed the proper paperwork; as his manager, I just need your approval, as he will be working as an exclusive model, on paper anyway."

"He signed?" I said into the phone. "Some poppers and other recreational things... and he signed everything I needed him to."

“We are looking at half a million for each of us,” Tommy said, and then, sensing my hesitation, added, “Scott will be returned as a perfectly trained slave; he won't trouble you at all.”

Tommy continued, “I have all his contacts. If you agree to this, I will take care of that as well.”

I had been with Scott for a year, and in that year he had made me his bitch. I wanted him to feel the same thing… When he got back, I would be the one calling the shots.

“Yes, let's make it happen,” I said to Tommy over the phone.

“Excellent, Dustin. It’s great doing business with you. I will have Scott shipped out to serve his contract as early as tonight, as the client wants him in Dubai as soon as possible.”

“I will send you all the needed information for your records tomorrow.” And just like that, he hung up.

Two minutes later, I got a link to a downloadable file for the show that was streamed last night.

Then another message from Tommy: “What about Angel? He could make a good candidate.”

I left the message unread and finished my breakfast. It was going to be okay after all.