Second Contract

By Oliver Thrust

A new offer, new beginning and hot new first!

Once again Alex finds himself in a bind, he has to find a new place to live and a new job. Thankfully he has options in the form of one Mr. Pratt. He has to swallow his pride and contact the mysterious, rich older man. But in doing so Alex gets an offer he can’t refuse.

There is only one problem, if Alex agrees to Mr. Pratt’s terms then he can’t be with anyone else. Alex must decide what he wants and if he can stomach monogamy. He’s having too much fun, and decides to have one last round of frisky, threeway fun to celebrate..

Second Contract is the fifth part in the Houseboy series. Things are finally looking up for Alex and there are even hotter happenings on the horizon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Smoldering Books
• Release date: Jul 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311922649

Oliver Thrust

Oliver Thrust is a young gay erotica author, who specialises in writing kinky and taboo stories. When he’s not writing he’s doing research any way he can. Oliver loves to write about men of all shapes and sizes with a variety of kinks turning him on.As an author he’s trying to find out more about himself and his sexuality, with passion and arousal behind every word. Oliver is up for anything and likes to leave everyone he encounters happy and satisfied.

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Second Contract

The Houseboy Book Five

Smashwords Edition

By Oliver Thrust

Copyright © by Oliver Thrust

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Published by Smoldering Books

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All characters herein are over the age of eighteen.

The Houseboy Series

Fresh Start (Part One)

First Contract (Part Two)

Casual Affair (Part Three)

Moving on Up (Part Four)

Second Contract (Part Five)

Going Deeper (Part Six)

Living It Up (Part Seven)

Breaking Free (Part Eight)

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Contents

Introduction

1 - Well, That Happened

2 - The Hunt Begins Again

3 - Mr. Pratt 2.0

4 - Go-go Boys

5 - Three is No Crowd

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Introduction

Hi I’m Alex as you should well know by now. I’m glad you’ve been reading so far and it’s only going to get hotter, stickier and more complicated.

If you feel like catching up you can read Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.

We rejoin the tale after my little falling out with Jack and the termination of my first contract. But things can only go up from here, right?

All names and places changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.

1 - Well, That Happened

From the moment I woke up I felt wrong. It was a combination of hangover, embarrassment and a deep, penetrating dread. Last night flooded back to me and I remembered everything had gone down with Jack at the party. There had been punishing silence on the way home and now where were we?

I grabbed my head when I sat up and looked around an unfamiliar living room. I was sprawled out on a large couch and on the coffee table in front of me was a note.

Had to go out and do some things. Make yourself at home, sorry things didn’t work out with Jack. xx Olivia.

Fuck. I remembered stumbling home with Jack, and banging on Olivia’s door while he went upstairs. God, what a disaster. I was glad Olivia wasn’t home now though I didn’t need to have to deal with her as well. I had really made a fool of myself the night before.

After pouring myself a big glass of water I sat down and took my head in my hands.

What am I going to do? I muttered, but being sorry for myself didn’t really help matters. I had ruined things with Jack after making a scene at Mr. Pratt’s party. Afterwards he had told me to get my things, but I hadn’t wanted to go back to the apartment with him.

What a mess. Part of me knew that I could go crawling back to Jack. I could apologize and make it up to him. But the other part of me didn’t want to. The whole houseboy thing had been great, but when I looked more clearly it hadn’t been working out with Jack.

From the lack of sex, to his possessive nature over me. Maybe I just wasn’t a good fit?

Although now I was wracked a strange feeling, it was