Dylan O Meets Jordan and Matt
*** Dylan O appears in my Mason series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.***
Dylan turned around and clicked the key fob, the lights shone on his Sky blue, Porsche 718 Cayman, it still brought a huge grin to his face that he was the proud owner of that beast. His previous client Prince Nadal had showered him with expensive gifts, the car had been the icing on the cake. He slung his gym bag over his shoulder and pressed the button for the elevator to his apartment. He felt his phone buzzing in the pocket of his loose fitting grey sweat pants.
He looked at the screen, it was his agent Baxter, the two of them were still not over their argument last month. Prior to this, Baxter would have video called him once a day and they easily had at least four face to face work meetings a week and even socialised on weekends. Now he was lucky to get a quick voice mail or a one sentence email. Dylan knew that it must be important if Baxter had called him instead of just texting.
"Yes," Dylan replied gruffly pulling his sweaty fringe off of his forehead, "What is it?"
"Just ringing to reconfirm that you will be attending your next session." Baxter still refused to call it business when Dylan was hired to dominate a man. He hated the route Dylan had taken with his career and had not been shy in sharing his opinion with his number one client.
"Yes I will be ready as usual what time are you calling here."
"Actually that is why I am calling, I am out of town on a business trip so won't be able to attend, I have forwarded you all the details and directions, it's in the central business district in the city. I am sure you know the area well it's on the night club strip."
"What sort of business trip, I thought I was clear that I wanted you to focus on this avenue for the time being."
"It is something to do with a gym opportunity nothing to do with your career, I should be back within a week, you will do just fine. Good luck." Baxter said fake cheerily as he hung up.
Dylan stared at the phone in disbelief, next time he and Baxter had a face to face meeting he was going to have to have a serious discussion with his agent and he was reluctant to even admit it but Baxter was also the closest thing to a best friend he had. It was one thing with Baxter being unsupportive, Dylan could almost see where he was coming from (but the pleasure and money he got out of being a dominate was too good to over look,) but leaving him to pursue other avenues that didn't involve his career was another thing.
As he unlocked his front door and set down his heavy gym bag, he quickly scrolled through the emails on his phone, he had recently been inundated with offers as his first client Kelvin had reached out to the rest of the Dylan O fan club to see if there would be any potential fans who wanted to be fucked by Dylan. The response had staggered everyone. People wanted to fly him to destinations all over the world, put him up in the top hotels. It seemed that he was on a lot of guys "Hall Pass" list. Kelvin and Baxter
where looking through all the guys inquiring to weed out the flakes and guys who simply couldn't afford his demands. The rest of the men got the standard reply that it was just a rumour that Dylan was escorting and sorry to disappoint them. Some websites had gotten a hold of Kelvin's original email, rather than hurt his career it had bolstered his following and reputation online and even brought in some offers of its own. Curtis had rang him and offered him his own movie for "In'DaMan'd".
As he soaked in the bath after his gym session he focused on the session that would take place the following day, it was not going to be his biggest pay check yet, he understood that not everyone could afford the Prince's payment but he had agreed to it against Baxter's judgement. Tomorrows client had promised him something that he had been craving for since he had begun to fuck guys.
Total control and no limits.
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Dylan showered early the next morning and packed his bag, he decided to wear a grey tight fitting tee and snug black shorts and high tops, the email from the client was vague as usual. He was going to meet before the session to discuss how it was going to play out and for the funds to be transferred. Once again Dylan was determined to make this venture successful with or without Baxter's input. He had been up watching more dominating porn and had even downloaded a book on the subject. He felt more confident this time than he had the other two times. He did some power squats and went to the building's garage. As his car roared to life and he felt the vibrations of the engine, he exhaled slowly and tore off down the street.
He arrived twenty minutes late, he always intended to take the long way but he hadn't planned for the traffic leading into the CBD or the difficulty in which he had in finding a park. The client ended up phoning him and giving him the code to their apartment building parking. Dylan wasn't happy with himself after the phone call, he felt like he was starting off on the back foot. He parked the car and rifled through his bag as he waited for Matt to phone and then come and meet him. He was scanning a hook up app when he heard footsteps and a light cough. Dylan locked his phone and opened the car.
He placed Matt to be in his early forties, he was tall with dark brown hair slicked back off his face. He was attractive and had a slight tan.
"Dylan I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am that you agreed to come and meet, is that yours?" He said, indicating the car, he spoke with a commanding voice as if he was used to giving speeches or leading a team. He had a strong accent that Dylan found arousing. The words rolled off his tongue with ease.
Dylan just grunted his reply, determined to take some of the control that he was promised in the email.
"Lead the way." He was forced to reply as Matt just stared at him in wonder. It unnerved him a little and he couldn't wait to fuck the awe right out of him.
"If it isn't too much bother I would prefer to discuss the details somewhere other than the apartment, you will see my reasoning once we begin. I know a lovely steak house just a couple of blocks from here."
Dylan hesitated and scuffed his black high top sneakers.
"Sure, but if I get recognized I am going to tell people that you're my new agent."
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They found a table quickly, it was situated in the back. Dylan couldn't help noticing the flat fifty dollar bill that Matt palmed to the greeter when they entered the restaurant. Once they were seated Matt poured them two large glasses of iced water.
"If you want food, please feel free to order anything, it's on me." Matt said as he handing Dylan the glass.
"I assumed so," Dylan replied taking a sip, "I already ate and don't really enjoy fucking on a full stomach. So that fifty was a waste."
Matt's face lit up with carnal glee.
"As you wish. I have been looking forward to meeting you for so long, I couldn't believe it when Kelvin hinted at it being a possibility. We have known each other for years, he was my first boss when I came to this country. He said it jokingly but the look in his eyes told the true story."
Dylan tried to look uninterested but he was fascinated.
"As soon as your agent replied to my email asking what I had in mind I never once thought you would go ahead with it."
"Why would you think that, your email was kind of vague but I thought I got the gist of it. I can do whatever I want to you right?"
