Colin Wilcox, a male whore who only takes clients of the same sex, is gang-raped while on the job. Needing medical attention he's taken the local ER and meets Dr. Rivers. Reoccurring flashbacks provide small images of his brutal rape and he’s forced by Detective Keyes to handle the emotional fallout of being victimized.
Detective Keyes, a rape victim himself, is assigned to solve the crime. When a second boy is gang-raped, he needs Colin‘s help to catch the perpetrators. He tries to use his own personal experience and attempts to help Colin understand he’s not to blame. A slow but sure friendship unfolds between the two men that turns into love, stunted by the traumatic event. With the perps in custody and Colin able to move forward, the next battle is underway. He must learn to lower the barrier that will allow him to let another in for mental and physical support. Only then will the two lovers be able to consummate their tender passion.
Colin’s eyes widened when he saw the man standing there. “Damn and double damn,” he muttered under his breath.
Bill had to agree, although he wasn’t about to say so. If this was the detective, and the badge he was flashing said it was, he was definitely not fifty, nor fat. Quite the contrary. Bill figured he was in his mid-twenties, and obviously lean and muscular.
Keyes waited, a slight smile on his face. Finally, he broke the silence. “May I come in?”
“Sure, sorry. You weren’t quite what we were expecting.” Bill stepped aside to let him in. “I’m Bill Snider. The young man over there is Colin Wilcox.”
Keyes nodded as he crossed to look down at Colin. “Do you mind?” he asked, pointing at the empty space on the sofa.
Colin shrugged, watching him cautiously now.
Keyes sat and took out his notebook, flipping to a blank page. “I’d like to know what happened. You don’t have to go into details if that makes you uncomfortable. I just need to know how and why you ended up with those men.”
Worrying his lip, Colin glanced over at Bill. When he received a look of encouragement, he began telling the detective how he’d first met the man who had been instrumental in his rape.
“You never saw him before that evening?” Keyes asked.
“Nope. He was a new client, or at least new to me. We met in the room, he…” Colin swallowed hard. “I won’t do the S&M scene or bareback. A bit of light bondage is my limit. He wasn’t happy about that. He got angry, pulled a knife, I got cut, and got the hell out of there before he had a chance to do anything more.”
“He came with a knife. That’s interesting.”
“Interesting?” Colin chuckled morosely. “More than interesting I’d say.”,
* * * * *
“Can I ask a question, Detective Keyes?”
“Of course, and call me Dane.”
“Okay, Dane.” Colin smiled shyly at him for a second before getting back to what he wanted to know. “This kid they killed, was he in the business too?”
“At the moment, we’re not certain. We’re still trying to locate family or friends to find out more about him.”
“If he’s a whore like me, you might be shit out of luck,” Colin told him.
Keyes winced a bit at Colin’s bluntly calling himself a whore. That elicited a tight smile from the young man.
“That’s what I am, Dane. Why sugarcoat it?”