One Breath Brings Death (An Aaron Jaycynth Mystery--Book 2)

by John Charles

  Today was Friday and he needed to have some down time so Aaron worked his ass off to get out by seven that evening. He took the tube to his bedsit, had some leftovers he brought home from the pub the previous night, and took a nap. His alarm woke him at ten giving him plenty of time to shower and dress in his leathers for a night out.

  As they had arranged, Aaron and Barry met outside The Underground entrance. Under his jacket, Barry wore leather shorts and vest with sandals on his feet. Aaron wore tight leather pants, a leather harness vest and boots. With a leather jacket covering his upper body, Aaron looked hot and powerful. He radiated the aura of a dominant, sexy guy out to have fun with his sub.

  Tom and his boy approached a minute after Aaron reached Barry. Introductions completed, Tom pulled Barry close, looked into his eyes and said in a strong clear voice, "Aaron tells me you want to be his boy. You think you have what it takes to please him?"

  Barry was clearly startled by the outright forceful manner in which Tom addressed him, but he lowered his eyes and answered, "That is why I'm here, sir. Both Aaron and I want to see if I have what it takes."

  Tom's boy stood by his side witnessing the conversation. He said nothing as Tom and Aaron led them into the club. Jackets checked, Tom turned to Aaron and said, "I took the liberty of reserving a private room for the evening." Then to his boy, Tom said, "Take him and get him ready to meet his master." Barry followed without looking back at Aaron.

  Tom and Aaron ordered drinks and looked at the dance floor. There were several hot guys dancing to the too loud music blasting from the speakers that surrounded the room. The DJ perched on the platform was just as entertaining as the guys on the floor. He wore a tight leather jock, boots, and strap vest. He appeared to be in his mid to late twenties, was extremely muscular, and danced as hard to the music, as the others were doing. He was a one-man show.

  They watched for another ten minutes when Tom said, "It's time to see if this guy has what it takes. Please follow my lead. If he is worth the effort, you will know by the time the night is over." They made their way through the crowd until they stood in front of the room Tom had reserved for the night.

  He opened the door, stood aside to let Aaron enter, and then followed him into the room. The door was left fully open. There on the floor, facing the open door was Barry kneeling next to Tom's boy. Both were naked, hands clasped behind their bowed heads, legs spread wide, and fully erect. Aaron momentarily froze as he saw what was in front of him. He looked at both boys, then back up to see Tom's smile.

  There was a huge difference between Barry and Tom's boy. Barry stood about five foot eleven inches, had a strong muscular body that was covered in a blanket of fur. Tom's boy barely stood five foot seven inches tall, was slim, so slim that Aaron could wrap his hands around his waist and practically touch his finger tips together. Tom's boy was smooth, actually hairless from his neck down. In contrast to his small size, Tom's boy had a much bigger cock than Barry did. Though opposite in stature, both were beautiful specimens of man beauty.

  Tom led Aaron to the couch at the other side of the room. Sitting next to each other, they had a clear view of both kneeling, naked boys from the rear. Just past them, they could see the men on the dance floor through the open door. Aaron knew this was a test for Barry and wondered if it might be for Tom's boy as well.

  "Boy, my drink is nearly finished. Go to the bar and get me another. I have opened a tab so you will not need any money." Then turning to Aaron, Tom smiled and said, "Barry your master's drink is also nearly finished. Follow my boy and get your master a refill."

  Tom's boy stood, ready to walk out the door when Tom asked Aaron if his boy knew what to order. Barry turned to face them and said, "I know what he likes."

  Tom quickly stood, walked the few feet to face Barry and shouted, "Boy was I speaking to you? You are not here to talk. You are here to prove that you are worth this man's effort training you. Do you understand?"

  Chastised, Barry lowered his eyes and said, "Yes sir, I understand." He waited in silence for further instructions.

  Aaron spoke gently but firmly. "I'd like a scotch on the rocks. In fact make it a double."

  Barry nodded and turned looking for something. Spotting his shorts, he began to move toward them when Tom interrupted. "I didn't tell you to get dressed. Look out there, you are not the only naked boy tonight."

  Barry was clearly frightened at the thought of walking out of the room naked. He looked to Aaron for support but found none. Aaron had a stern face as he said, "Go and do as you were told. Oh and remember hands by your side." Barry shot Aaron a look of pure fright.

  Tom's boy pulled Barry by the arm and led him out the door. When they were a few feet away, Tom smiled at Aaron and said, "He is so frightened he may not make it to the bar. I wonder what he will do when the men start to grope him." Then Tom moved to the door and started laughing. He waved Aaron to join him as they watched Tom's boy and Barry trying to maneuver to the bar. Every man they passed took it upon himself to make body contact with one or both of them.

  "If he makes it through the night, you might have a person worthy of your training," said Tom as he and Aaron continued to watch the scene unfold.

  Chapter 11

  The water felt great as it caressed Aaron's body after his workout. He basked in the warmth of the steaming shower while remembering the weekend. What a weekend!

  Barry made it to the bar and back with Aaron's drink. When he returned to the room, he knelt at Aaron's feet, presented the drink and remained there while Tom and Aaron talked. When he felt the time was right, Tom told Barry and his boy to sit up and pay attention.

  "Being in a dom / sub relationship is more than dominance. It has responsibilities - responsibilities for both the master and the boy," he said making sure Barry and Aaron were paying attention. Both boys looked up as Tom spoke. Barry's dark brown eyes were wide with interest; while Tom's boy's deep blue eyes were full of love and lust. Aaron studied both boys as they knelt at his and Tom's feet. Barry had a buzz cut that gave him a strong military look. Tom's boy had long dirty blond hair that accompanied with his slender physique gave him a feminine appearance. His deep voice was another contrast to his outward appearance.

  Tom felt that his own boy should hear the words again as well. For the next half hour, Tom explained the power the master had over the sub and the power the sub had as well. He told them that the master is fully responsible for the safety of his boy. The master must understand that he is not in the relationship to torture his boy, although there are some who felt differently about that.

  "My boy and I have been together for three years now. We share a love only our type of relationship can have. I doubt we'd ever want it to change." He pointed to his boy and said, "He is intelligent, beautiful, friendly, loving, and passionate. We are lovers. That he is my boy is totally his decision. I don't stop him from his personal, professional, or family life. Those are his and only his. But when it comes to us, then I am in control."

  He could tell that Barry wanted to participate in the conversation so he said, "Both of you are free to talk, ask questions, and be open about your thoughts. Our type of relationship is not one of silence, but one of understanding when your silence is required."

  Barry explained why he felt he wanted this type of relationship and his feelings about Aaron to which Aaron was quite surprised. Barry had been admiring Aaron from afar ever since Declan mentioned his name at a briefing. To Barry, Aaron was exactly the type of person he wanted to have as a life partner. That Aaron might also be his dom, made it that much better.

  True to his description, Tom's boy was intelligent and had a charisma about him that Aaron felt was extremely sexy. He could see the love in his eyes when he talked about or looked at Tom. That love was equally shared by Tom as he caressed the boy's cheek when he spoke. When they finished conversing about the meaning and potential of such a relationship, they once again resumed the role of master and boy. Both Barry and Aaron had a much b
etter understanding of what was expected of them.

  Tom took his boy to the dance floor several times. The boy remained naked as he danced attracting quite a few shouts of glee from those in the room. He danced with abandon, allowing his cock and balls to swing wildly as he gyrated to the heady beat of the music. During one slow dance, Tom pulled his boy around so his back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around the boy, and caressed his chest, his nipples, and stomach as they swayed to the music. Tom's boy rested his head against the man behind him and wrapped his hands around Tom's ass, pulling them closer.

  Tom's hands moved down the boy's body and found his engorged cock. For a small boy, he was very well endowed. He was excited to be in his master's arms, excited to be naked in a room full of masters and subs, excited to be fondled, by his master for all to see. He moaned as Tom brought him close to climax, knowing that he was not allowed to come. Tom was an expert in sexual torture, bringing his boy to the brink but never crossing it. The boy stood on tiptoes as Tom continued to tease. Suddenly the music changed to a quick, heavy beat and Tom pulled back, swung his boy out and started to dance to the new song. At first the abrupt change in events took his boy by surprise, but he quickly adjusted to the change in pace and danced as he looked into Tom's eyes. He had the look that said, Wait till later. I'll get you for what you just did.

  Aaron wondered if Barry could or would accompany him to the floor so he stood, took his hand and walked through the open door. Barry did a respectable job dancing. He began to unwind and showed Aaron he could be the sub he wanted to be. He surprised himself as he danced, knowing he was naked and his body was on display. Dancing naked made his genitals seem as if they had their own mind. When Aaron followed Tom's example, Barry felt scared and equally excited. Aaron brought him to the brink on three occasions only to stop seconds before Barry climaxed. The club had rules that everyone followed when not in private rooms.

  At two in the morning, Aaron and Barry said goodnight to Tom and his boy. They took a cab to Aaron's bedsit in silence. Once inside, Barry removed his clothes, knelt at Aaron's feet; head bowed, and said, "I am here to serve."

  Aaron lifted his chin, looked into his soft brown eyes. He saw lust and desire and knew that Barry wanted him as much as he wanted Barry. "We both have a lot to learn. But right now I just want to have a hot man in my bed, not a sub or a slave. Can you do that?" Barry nodded. His eyes clearly said he could.

  He rubbed his face on the bulge in Aaron's leather pants. Wanting what was inside, he undid the snaps and exposed Aaron's already hard member. Aaron had teased him on the dance floor and it was now his turn to get sweet revenge. He slowly pulled the leather pants down never letting go of Aaron's erection. He used his tongue and lips to bring Aaron to the brink, standing with his pants around his ankles. At one point Aaron put his hands on Barry's head and started thrusting. Barry would have nothing of that. He swiped Aaron's hands away and continued his torturous movements. When he had Aaron nearly hyperventilating, Barry finished undressing his master and took him to bed.

  While Aaron had been the shy, quiet boy growing up, he had learned how to release those tendencies while working with the team at Andrews. He learned to use his instincts and feelings, and act on his desires. That he enjoyed sex was an understatement. That he was dominant in bed was normal. To allow this man, who wanted to be his sub, to take charge of his body was overwhelming. But Barry did take charge and showed Aaron that sex could be very different when someone else held the reins.

  After the most amazing sex he ever had, Barry fell asleep wrapped in Aaron's arms. The last thought he had before the night took over was I could really get used to this.

  Aaron awoke to Barry tonguing his balls. He had wet a finger, slid it into Aaron's channel, and found Aaron's hot button. Though he was versatile and enjoyed the pleasure a good top could bring, he never thought about Barry's desire to bottom until last week. Barry was a man full of surprises. When Aaron was fully awake, Barry smiled and said, "Good morning." Then he engulfed Aarons cock to the root causing Aaron's body to rise from the bed as a moan escaped his lips.

  Aaron pulled Barry around and reciprocated. They brought each other to the brink twice before finishing to a near wild climax. Out of breath and panting for air, they lay, head to toe for several minutes. Aaron pulled Barry up to his face, kissed him, and explored his mouth, while cupping his ass and pulling him close. "That was a perfect way to wake up." He could see the passion in Barry's eyes as they rested their heads on Aaron's pillow.

  *****

  Shutting off the water and toweling dry, Aaron thought of the work awaiting him. He dreaded Mondays, and this one was no different. He dressed and made his way to the lunchroom for his second cup of coffee, then to his lab. The bin adjacent to his door was stuffed with files for new clients. In addition, he found several notes and memos from members of the Andrews family. He sighed and opened the door.

  One thing Aaron had learned growing up and in his limited career was organization. He quickly found out that however intelligent he was, he needed to manage his life in an orderly fashion. To some he appeared to be quite anal. To others he was a God who learned how to compartmentalize and assign every task a priority. He opened each new client folder, decided what had to be accomplished and placed it into a vertical rack according to the priority it had been assigned. Within half an hour, his day was back on schedule.

  Aaron was a visual person. He needed to see what people were talking about. Hacking a site was visual in that he could see the routes and paths that were set up by the web master. He could visualize the labyrinth he would take to make sure he was never caught.

  He had procured a white board on wheels to help organize client orders. He taped pictures of the Taylor and Fachan bombings, the Remedcon building, Gillert and Ian along the top of the board, leaving room for more pictures. Beneath each picture, he listed events and questions. He stood in front of the board wondering what was missing.

  *****

  The package looked like any other, but the heightened security that surrounded Remedcon made it different. Normally deliveries were received, sorted according to floor and delivered without a second thought. Now that two of its senior directors had been attacked, every letter, package, and delivery was treated as if it was a threat.

  A sophisticated x-ray system had been brought to the delivery dock. All mail and packages were scanned prior to their entrance into the building. This package was addressed to Gillert Taylor so it received more scrutiny. The x-ray showed nothing out of the ordinary so it was released for delivery.

  Taylor's admin normally opened and read his mail. Many letters could be answered with a standard form letter. Some required Taylor's input, while others were placed in his inbox for his full attention. When she opened the letter and pulled out what looked like family pictures, she realized each was a family of a senior director of Taylor Pharmacon. A sheet of paper was printed with the words:

  It's time to tell the truth. No one is safe until you do.

  She carefully put everything back into the package and called security.

  The commotion outside his office brought Gillert to the door. "What's going on?" he asked. Two plain clothed detectives from Andrews Security explained what was in the letter and told him not to say anything to anyone about it.

  When he saw the pictures, he got extremely agitated. Some shots were of his directors, their children, and families inside buildings that should have been private; homes, schools, churches. All places that indicated the person, taking the pictures, had access to their private and personal lives.

  "While this may not be an act of terrorism," said Aaron as he spoke to Shaun from MI5, "I do think it might be close. Is it time for your people to get involved?"

  Shaun had tried to let the local authorities handle as many cases as possible before committing the resources of his department. Many similar cases had been reported in the past. In each, the disgruntled individual was apprehended with li
ttle or no threat to life and limb. This case, however, was different. Two bombings and now a threat to the families of the directors of Taylor Pharmacon, said it was time. "From what Natalie has uncovered, I think we have more than a disgruntled customer. Let's schedule a meeting for this afternoon and put a game plan together."

  Aaron agreed to a time and closed the call. His life had just gotten kicked in the ass again. We need to find out who is doing this and why before someone gets killed.

  Chapter 12

  "Watch your mouth Ian. I'm still the boss around here," said Gillert as Ian paced in front of his desk. "I understand your concerns, but we must continue to maintain a solid front or these people will ruin everything I've built."

  "I don't fucking care if you are the boss Gillert. Claire and I lost our home and almost lost our lives. I am not taking any more chances."

  "And what are you suggesting Ian? You want to open a can of worms that will ruin this company?"

  "I am more concerned with our lives than this company Gillert. And it was not you who built Remedcon. Your greed has only held us back. Now someone seems to be targeting the entire Remedcon board. Don't you think that is a bit suspicious Gillert?" Ian Fachan stopped pacing in front of Gillert's desk, looked at the man and said, "You paid them off to be quiet, and now look at what is happening. It's not me, Gillert, they are the ones who are doing this. Wake up before someone gets killed."

  "You listen to me, Ian. This is the best thing that ever happened to you. Open your mouth and it all goes away. Just what do you think Claire will do when that posh lifestyle she enjoys disappears?" Gillert stood and placed both hands on his desk intending to intimidate his employee.