Splinters of the Heart
General Release Date: 16th March 2021
Word Count: 83,220
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Love finds a way.
Aaron Beaumont is a mess. Life has never been easy, so why did he think bondage would help? While he solved the problem of making some quick money, it came at a price he wasn’t willing to pay. To his great relief, he’s rescued by Silas Anderson. Silas, a doctor, takes him home and treats his physical injuries, but his gentle touch and reassurance can’t touch Aaron’s internal turmoil.
When Aaron tries to return home the next morning, the worst has come to pass. He suddenly finds himself with nowhere to go. Once again, his world collides with Silas’.
With the future uncertain, a friendship blossoms into something neither Aaron nor Silas has experienced before, and they know it’s something they may never experience again.
However, happiness is just out of reach, and before they have a happily ever after, they must face a demon from the past.
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of verbal and physical abuse, consensual pain, parental abuse, drug use, homophobic language, mentions of anxiety, suicide and drug dealing.
Aaron sat on the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap. The man behind the camera clicked something and a red light blinked to life.
“Shy?” asked the man.
“Cold,” answered Aaron.
“Shy plays better for the camera,” said the man. “But I can also work with stubborn denial.” There was that smirk again. “Introduce yourself.”
“Aaron. Do you need my last name?”
The man rolled his eyes. “No. And you’ve ruined the take.” He took a breath. “Introduce yourself.”
“Good boy. I’m Farley. Your Dom will be in shortly. You will call him ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’.”
“Okay.” Aaron shifted on the bed. He wanted to move his hands—make a point and prove he wasn’t afraid—but that would probably just earn more snide comments from Farley. He didn’t like being the only one naked. Then again, he wasn’t sure how much better it would be once the other naked guy joined them.
Will he be naked? Aaron wondered. Please be naked. Or don’t. Maybe he won’t show up.
It wasn’t too late to run. He hadn’t signed a contract or anything. The money was still in a bag in the corner of the room. He could bail at any time.
“Why are you here?” asked Farley. He nodded to the camera.
Aaron wasn’t sure where to look. He settled on Farley, who rolled his eyes. “I need the money,” he answered.
“Is this your first time doing porn?”
“Yeah.” Aaron glanced at the camera. “I mean—I’ve been filmed before, but—”
“Shut up.” Farley held a marker up to the lens. “I’ll cut that out later. Don’t elaborate.”
Aaron sighed. He could leave, drive home as fast as possible, take a long hot shower and forget this ever happened.
“Are you gay?”
“No,” answered Aaron.
“Then what brought you here?” asked Farley.
“Money,” answered Aaron.
Farley held another marker up to the lens. “Is it even remotely possible for you to look less like an angry mountain gorilla and more like a virginal twink?” he asked. “I understand your IQ may only extend to that of a mountain gorilla, but surely you can follow basic instructions.”
Aaron glared. “What’s a twink?”
“Christ,” said Farley. “Fine. Never mind.” He paused again. “Why do you need the money?”
“Uh—” began Aaron. “It’s—that’s personal.”
“Girlfriend?” asked Farley.
“No,” answered Aaron.
“Just say it’s for your girlfriend.”
“It’s for my girlfriend.”
Farley rolled his eyes. “Ever sucked a cock before, Aaron?”
“Ever thought about sucking a cock before?”
Aaron glanced between Farley and the camera. “Yes.”
“Tell me about that.”
“It—it was a long time ago.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“I got curious back in high school,” answered Aaron. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Man of few words,” said Farley. “That’s fine. You won’t need to do much talking today. Ever thought about having a cock in your ass?”
“Any idea what you’re in for?”
“I googled some stuff.” Aaron had spent the entire week leading up to today scouring the internet for advice. He’d taken seven showers in the past three days and hadn’t eaten for two days. He’d told himself he was just being thorough—that it wasn’t because he’d lost his appetite or because he’d felt dirty after hanging up the phone to confirm the meeting. He’d told himself it was just sex. Men liked sex. Sex wasn’t a big deal.
Farley pulled a sheet of paper from the desk behind him. “Do you know what makes my business such a special production company?”
“Your warm and fuzzy personality?”
Farley grinned as he looked down. “Authenticity,” he said. “Everything is consensual, of course. Men like you come in for whatever reason—overcompensating for their nerves with masculine bravado—but they don’t leave until all parties have been thoroughly satisfied.”
“Yeah, you need a money shot,” said Aaron. “You said that in the email.” He’d found these guys online. The ad had been vague, but had promised a shitload of money for two hours’ worth of work. Aaron had emailed them, called them, then showed up in person. Farley had even flashed him the money before Aaron took his clothes off. It wasn’t a high-class setup by any means, but it was about what he’d expected from a vague ‘call for adult actors’. He probably should have told someone where he was in case things went south—but then someone would know he was here doing this.
“No fake orgasms,” continued Farley. “Our audience likes to know what you’re feeling is real.”
“Okay,” said Aaron.
“Your safe word for this Dom is ‘grace’. Use it wisely. If things are not going well, I’ll switch out for someone I think will be more successful.”
Aaron nodded. He felt a little nauseated and closed his eyes for a moment.
“You read my mind,” said Farley. He crossed the room and tossed Aaron a piece of fabric. “Tie that tight over your eyes, and no peeking.”
Aaron bit his lip, but did as he was told. “Like this?” Suddenly something soft hit him in the face. “What the hell?” he shouted. He fumbled with what felt suspiciously like a pillow and threw it away from him.
“Just making sure you can’t see.”
“Dammit,” muttered Aaron. He heard the door open. He heard Farley return to his position by the camera and heard another set of footsteps approach the bed.
It’s not too late. Fuck this and go home. No one has to know I was here. I can find the money somewhere else.
“Hello, Aaron,” said a deep voice. A firm, calloused hand ran through his hair. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” asked the man—Master.
“No,” breathed Aaron.
“No, Sir,” corrected Aaron. He could feel his body shaking, but he told himself he was just playing along. Farley had told him to be a virginal twig or twing or something. He was acting. He wasn’t scared.
Master thumbed over Aaron’s lips. “Open your mouth,” he said. Aaron obeyed.
Master nudged his leg between Aaron’s knees, forcing his legs open. “Hands behind your back,” he said.
Again, he obeyed.
Run. It’s not worth it. Sell a kidney. Sell sperm to a rich lady. Learn to juggle and join a circus.
Something warm and wet touched Aaron’s lips and he jumped. Master ran his fingers through Aaron’s hair again, and pulled him back. A kiss. The Dom was kissing him. He trailed a line of kisses to Aaron’s ear.
“Are you all right?” whispered the Dom.
Aaron leaned his face away from Farley and the camera. “Yeah,” he answered. “Sorry.”
“Let me know when you feel uncomfortable,” he whispered. He nibbled at Aaron’s neck.
“Safe word is ‘grace’, right?” asked Aaron.
“Right.” Master kissed Aaron again and breathed against his lips. “I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He stood up, fingers once again entangled in Aaron’s hair. “Open wide,” he said.
Aaron did as he was told, and this time he was about ninety percent sure the thing he tasted was a dick. A quick thrust from the Dom confirmed his suspicions. Master was slow at first, keeping his movements steady and shallow. One hand had a vise-like grip on Aaron’s hair while the other caressed his cheek.
Considering the many awful ways this decision could come back to destroy him, Aaron was surprisingly relaxed.
Suck him off. Then you get off. Then you go home. It’s not that bad. Just an hour and a half more to go.
Suddenly, Farley snapped something. “Cut,” he said.
Master pulled away from Aaron. “What could possibly be the problem? You’ve been rolling for under a minute.”
“His sad little deflated cock is the problem,” said Farley. “No one wants to see that.”
“Give him some time,” said the Dom. “He’s nervous.”
“Sorry,” said Aaron, sensing his paycheck might be on the line. “I can get hard.” He gripped his dick in his hand and gave it his best shot.
They’re watching me. Get hard. Get off. Get paid. Get out. Get the money to Daniel.
Aaron felt nauseous again. If his little brother had any idea where this money was coming from, he’d probably never speak to Aaron again.
If Dad knew—
If Robert Beaumont knew, he’d make sure Aaron never saw Daniel again. “This is pathetic,” said Farley.
“Let me try,” said the Dom. “Aaron, lie on your back.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Farley.
“This is a lot to take in,” said Master. “We need to ease him into it.”
“I don’t want to waste your time,” said Aaron. “I can do this.”
“And yet here you are, wasting my time,” said Farley. He sighed. “Silas, give us a moment, won’t you?”
“No. We can figure— Who are you calling?” asked Master.
Farley must have picked up the phone. He shushed the Dom. “Send in Regina. She has the edging equipment. Tell her we need Ralph.”
“This isn’t an edging scene,” said Master.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” said Farley. “Regina knows what she’s doing. Now get out.”
Master ran his fingers through Aaron’s hair again. It was pleasant, but it didn’t stop Aaron from trembling.
“I can do this,” mumbled Aaron.
Master untied Aaron’s blindfold and knelt down between his knees. He placed a hand on Aaron’s thigh and rubbed small circles into the muscles with his thumbs. Master was also naked. He had dark, messy hair. His eyes were icy blue and beautiful. He was beautiful.
“This line of work isn’t for everyone,” said Master. “There is no shame in leaving if you’re uncomfortable.”
“No,” said Aaron. “I can do it.”
“For God’s sake,” said Farley, “get up. I should have paired him with Ralph in the first place.”
“Don’t put him with Ralph. He’s too rough,” said the Dom.
Farley rolled his eyes. “You can’t fall for some doe-eyed little virgin.”
“I told you we shouldn’t work with amateurs,” said Master. “It’s too risky.”
Farley muttered something that sounded like ‘savior complex’ and put his phone into his pocket. “New rule,” he said. “Every time you hold up a scene to have a little heart-to-heart with the actors, I’m taking a nickel from your paycheck.”
“That’s not fair,” said Aaron.
“Ignore him,” said the Dom. “He has to be petty to stay alive, the same way a shark must keep swimming.”
The door opened. A woman entered carrying a large duffle bag. A tall man with a scruffy beard followed her.
“The cavalry has arrived,” said Farley. “Silas, leave.”
“You want to cost this young man his money?” asked Farley. “He needs someone more forceful.”
“Then why partner him with me in the first place?” asked Master.
“I was being kind,” snapped Farley.
Master turned back to Aaron. He looked scared. “You can still say no.”
“Leave now, or you’re fired,” said Farley.
“Go,” said Aaron. “I’ve got this.” He tried to force a smile. Master searched his eyes.
“How about this,” said Farley. “You can stay and slow down production and make sure we don’t hurt this precious boy, and I’ll just cut his pay in half and you won’t get paid at all for today.”
“No,” said Aaron quickly. He shoved the Dom away. “Leave. I know what I’m doing.”
Master got to his feet and stepped back.
“Go,” said Aaron. No contract. No witnesses. Of course these guys could cut his pay. He wasn’t exactly a member of the amateur porn worker’s union.
Master clenched his jaw. He turned, jabbed a finger at the new man in the room and whispered something.
The man ignored him. Master left, slamming the door behind him.
“Lock it,” said Farley. He turned to Aaron. “Sorry about all that. You weren’t what I expected. Normally a two-hour shoot only takes two hours.”
Aaron glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s only been forty-five minutes,” he said.
“And of those forty-five, I only have three usable minutes, and those are all your bumbling interview.”
“So how much longer?” asked Aaron.
Farley glanced at his watch. “Two hours. Maybe less. Don’t worry. Ralph is very good.”
The new man, presumably Ralph, approached Aaron. “Do you want this done fast or do you want to enjoy it?” he asked.
“How fast is fast?” answered Aaron.
“Two hours. Maybe less.” The man echoed Farley.
“What if I want to enjoy it?” asked Aaron.
“No guarantee that you will.”
Aaron took a deep breath. “Fast,” he said.
“Good. I’m your new Dom. Call me ‘Sir’. You’re allowed to talk, but you must show me respect or you’ll be punished. Understand?”
“Yeah,” answered Aaron.
Ralph grabbed him by his hair, flipped him onto his stomach and slammed his face into the mattress. He slapped Aaron’s ass so hard, he was sure it had left a welt.
“Son of a bitch,” shouted Aaron. “Yes, sir. Fuck.”
Ralph hit him again, harder.
“God dammit,” said Aaron. “What did I—”
Ralph hit him again.
Aaron bit his tongue. After a moment of silence, Ralph pulled Aaron’s face out of the mattress. “Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked.
“Yes—sir,” said Aaron.
“You are worthless. Understand?”
“You are mine.”
About the Author
Alyssa has always had a love for fiction. She read her first romance novel from her mother’s collection. Her first love story was about a tiger that fell in love with a zebra.
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