“You need to be marked?”“Yes, sir.”“Why?”“To remember.”Tre grabbed a handful of hair, tugged the man’s head back just slightly. Patience. Gay sex No music.But there was someone waiting.Tre’s eyes landed on him instantly—mid-30s, smooth brown skin, gym-cut frame, arms cuffed behind his back, knees spread on a velvet cushion in the center of the room. Not ‘cause of your body. “From now on… I train with you. You didn’t beg. They command.Character GuideThe men. “It shows up in how you move before the scene, not just inside one.”Tre nodded once.Jax reached into his pocket and handed him a folded paper—smaller this time.Tre unfolded it.A name. Walk in. Hard. He circled once behind him, then stopped just near his ear.“I trust what I see in you.”Then he stepped back and opened the second door in the wine room.Inside—dim lighting, soundproof walls, and a small setup:One chair. His face was unreadable.“Keep stroking,” he said to Tre, voice calm. “Say it.”“Yes, sir.”The shift had begun.Tre stepped back and slowly palmed the bulge in his briefs. Small movement. Trembling, breathing hard, but still. “What’s your name?”The boy flinched but answered. Jax sat there, watching Tre’s every move in the glass.And then… he did something Tre had never seen him do.He unzipped his pants. “You don’t earn relief
