Unbound (The Wild Ride)

*Zacky’s P.O.V.*

After a nap and a shower, Brian had another business call. He sent me to go the spa area in his house. I’m surprise to have actually enjoyed the session I had with Brian in his playroom. I never knew I would like it… maybe because it was with Brian… I don’t think I would have agreed to such a thing with anyone else, probably because I’ve never met anyone like Brian… he has such an affect on me. I don’t know what kind of an affect, but I can tell it’s not a bad affect. I finally get to the spa area and see McKenna is there. “Oh hello,” she says, “You must be Zacky. My mom told me about you.”
“She told me about you too,” I reply. She seems to have such a cheerful personality.
“I was actually about to leave because I have my guitar lesson,” she says, “But it was nice meeting you.” She leaves.
Then another woman comes in, “You must be Zachary. Mr. Haner informed me of you. Come, we’ll get you ready.”

*Brian’s P.O.V.*

I finish with work for the day and find Zachary finishing with his spa treatment. “How was it?” I ask.
“It was great,” he answers, “Thank you.”
“I know I said that I have you choose what we did today… I guess that didn’t really happen, maybe tomorrow,” I offer.
“I can’t,” he says, “I have work… but we spent time in the… playroom.”
“But you know what I meant,” I tell him. He nods.
“Let me have Matthew take you home,” I offer.
“My car is still at the restaurant,” he replies.
“Right,” I remember, “He will get you there.”
“Okay,” he says, “Thank you.”
I get a chance to give him a kiss before he leaves. I don’t know how long I can wait for the next time I see him again…

*Zacky’s P.O.V.*

I woke up in my bed… sad and alone. I really miss Brian. I grumble as I get up and get ready for work. I’m the only guy working the shift, which isn’t so bad, except this time it’s all the girls there were… well there’s no sugarcoating it… they’re major bitches. They have never liked me. They think I’m such a demon because I’m left-handed and I’m gay. I haven’t really been accepted at work, except for the manager who is a very nice, respected woman in her late 50s. Ms. Cardinal is the only woman, or I should say person, that accepts who I am. None of the guys like me because I’m gay. They try to do as little talking to me as possible. I keep the job because I love playing guitar and, of course, it pays the bills.
The beginning of my shift is slow. It gave enough time to look out the big window to see all the girls’ fancy cars and there sits my rust-o-mobile, which looks worse by all those Mercedes and Rolls Royces. I look away and then start thinking about Brian… I wonder what he’s doing today? Whatever it is, it’s better than this. Something pushes me. I turn to see Carla, the blonde bitch leader of their little group.
“Go help the customers,” she says, “Be useful for once.”
“What about you?” I retort.
“Umm, hello!” She flashes her bright pink fingernails at me, “I just did my nails. When they dry, I got to call my friend and see if she’ll come to my party at 5.”
“The shift doesn’t end until close at 9,” I remind her.
“Not my problem,” she says then leaves.
I sigh and walk to a customer checking out the electric guitars. I was able to sell him a guitar, while the girls did nothing but talk about gossip, that really I don’t think anyone gives a fuck about. I notice that the how-to books were messed up, so I go to organize them. I go to the hallway to get a drink for the bubbler. I spot a man in a suit trying to hide behind a coat rack for the customers here for musical lessons. Wait… the man looks familiar… it’s… Matthew? What is he doing here? I go back to the main room of the store and see a new customer by the electric guitars. Shaggy blue jeans and a light gray hoodie that’s at least a size too big. Chocolate brown hair that was brushed but needed to be styled. Wait a minute. I go over and grab his shoulder. He turns around. I knew it was him.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“Just checking where you work,” Brian answers, “How did you know it was me?”
“Well maybe your buddy Matthew needs to hide better,” I told him, “Although it would help him if he didn’t look like a character from the ‘Men In Black’ movies.”
Brian’s lips press down to a thin line, “Hmm…”
“What?” I ask him.
“I deeply apologize. I have underestimated you. You smarter than any of the Subs I’ve had.”
“Ummm… what? Subs?”
“Subs, ya know, Submissives. The other people I’ve been with. You thought you were the only one?”
“No. I just… it just took me by surprise.”
“I’ve been with a few people. Nothing special though.”
My stomach drops. Nothing special…
Brian clears his throat, “I never really wanted a serious relationship… but to honest with you… now I don’t know what I want, except that I want to be with you.”
My stomach now goes all topsy-turvy on me. What have I truly gotten myself into? What if this become another heart break?
“Hey! Are you talking to one of freak frien-”
We turn to see Carla, who’s about to start drooling… ugh, I seriously can’t stand her.
“You’re Brian Haner… of Haner Enterprises,” she says, “It’s nice to meet you. Can I help you with anything?”

*Brian’s P.O.V.*

“No thank you,” I reply, “This fine gentleman is helping me.”
“He doesn’t really know much about guitars. I can more of help,” the girl answers. Wow, she seems like such a… such a… well, a bitch.
I keep smiling though, “I’d rather get help from him.”
“Why him?” she asks, “He’s just a freak!”
I turn to Zachary, “This is really where you work? In a place like this?”
“Wait… you know that weirdo?” She asks then looks Zachary with disgust.
“Yes I do,” I inform her.
“Ugh!” she cries out.
“What’s with all the commotion?”
I turn to see an older African American woman walking towards us.
“What’s all this then?” the lady asks.
“This young woman has been nothing but a nuisance to me and has done nothing but harass Zachary. I don’t feel comfortable here at all,” I inform her.
“Carla I told her to quit picking on Zacky,” she scolds the young… bitch.
She huffs and leaves. The lady turns to Zachary and I, “Zacky sweetheart, I’m sorry as well as I’m sorry to you sir.”
“It quite alright,” I tell her. “Zachary what time does you shift end? I’d like to take you out for dinner.”
“Well I-”
“Zacky you leave,” said the lady, “Go on. After all the trouble Carla and those girls give you, you deserve it. Take care of him, mister. He’s like a son to me.”
I smile, “Will do ma’am.”
“Thanks, Ms. Cardinal,” Zachary says as we leave the building.

*Zacky’s P.O.V.*

We start walking outside. I didn’t even have to look behind me to know that Matthew is behind us.
“You would like to go home and change before we have dinner?” Brian asks.
“Sure. My car is at the end.”
“You mean that jalopy over there?!” Brian points at my rust-o-mobile.
“Umm… yeah.” I say as I shrug.
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “You seriously drive that thing?! How could you?”
“I know it doesn’t look good, but it gets me where I need to go.” I tell him.
“I can’t let you drive such a thing.” Then Brian looks like he’s in thought.
“Oh no! You are NOT buying a new car.”
“Then sell that… thing… and I’ll provide you rides to where you need to go.”
“Brian, please. Everything is fine.”
“I’m concern for you. I can’t have you driving this… vehicle… if you can call it that. I’m going to buy you a nice car, because I can and I want to.”
“Brian. A car is expensive. You shouldn’t spend that much money on me.”
“I’m buying you a car. A good car… a nice car… one that doesn’t look like it will explode at any second.”
I shrug, “Fine.”
Brian smiles, “Good. Give me the car key. I’ll have this car sold and get you top dollar.”
I let out a huff and reach into my pocket. I pull the car key off my key ring and hand the key to Brian. Brian takes the key and puts it in the front pocket of his hoodie. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m used to seeing you dressed formally.”
“I dress like this when I don’t really want to be spotted.”
“Your stalking clothes.”
Brian narrows his eyes a bit, “Don’t sass me.”
“You were technically stalking me. That’s totally creepy.”
“Sorry for keeping an eye on you. Now, let’s go have that dinner.”
Brian opens the door to the black Audi and lets me in. He follows in after me and closes the door.
“Why did you bring Matthew?”
“Matthew comes with me anytime I’m outside of my house. He’s my driver and bodyguard. Is that a problem?”
“No… I was just curious. I don’t normally see that. Do you call everyone by their full first name?”
“Matthew is a good person. I trust him very well. Yes, I call everyone by their full first name.”
“So if Matthew misbehaves do you spank him like a child too?”
Brian’s eyes grew wide at me. I think I might have cross a line. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.
“No. I do not. I also don’t spank you to make you fill like a child.” He tried hiding it in his voice, but I could tell he was angry.
“I was just kidding… it was a joke.”
“I don’t find it funny.”
“I’m sorry.” I look at him the same way I would look at my mother sometimes when I was a teenager. Big, wide eyes… with a hint of sadness. Puff out the bottom lip a little bit.
The Baker Puppy Pout… or so my dad calls it. My dad, little brother and I use it and my mother would crumble. I didn’t use it too much, which I’m glad I didn’t because I think if I did, I would be a total spoiled brat like those girls turned out to be… which makes me glad my brother, Matt, didn’t use it too much either. I already have one sister… I don’t need another one… that happens to have a penis. {shudder} Dad uses it on Mom for… well… I don’t want to think about it. {shudder even more}
Brian smiles, “Okay. That’s okay…” He leans in closer, “Next time though… and I’ll punish you in the playroom.”
My eyes widen.
“You didn’t think the playroom was all about pleasure, do you? It was all about pleasure the first time, because it was your first time… but the playroom is for pleasure and punishment. The reason we established a safe word. Of course, you only started this… but you’ll learn.” Brian smiles.
Just then Matthew climbs into the front seat.
“Any reason you took so long Matthew?” Brian asks.
“I saw you two were talking and I thought you would want some privacy,” Matthew answers.
“Ah I see. Thank you, Matthew. We will need to go the Zachary’s house first, please.”
Matthew nods and begins to drive out of the parking lot.

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