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The Perfect Sub
By Sean Michael
Sequel to The New Boy
An Iron Eagle Gym Novel
While new couple Tide and Lance spend time deepening their relationship and further
introducing Lance to the joys and vagaries of being a sub, established couple Tyrone and
Bran discover that they still have a thing or two to learn as well.
A new job finds Bran run off his feet, and a visit to the eye doctor leads to the
discovery of a brain tumor. Bran is terrified. He strives to be the perfect sub for his
beautiful master and sees the tumor as a personal failing as he tries to handle every last
phone call, e-mail, and text that comes in, no matter how early or late. When Tyrone
finally finds out about the tumor Bran’s been keeping a secret, he realizes he’s been taking
his sub for granted, and he works to rediscover his boy and their relationship. Of course,
that’s easier said than done given that Bran’s job is taking up all his time and he would
rather pretend the tumor just doesn’t exist than actually deal with it.
It’s going to take all of Tyrone’s prowess as a master to help guide Bran through these
troubled waters.
Chapter One
LANCE TOOK some pictures, trying for different angles, getting some building shots. He
never knew when he’d get a really good image, and any that were just fair could go up on
a stock photo site. He was early for his lunch with Bran, but it was too pretty a day to be
stuck in his stupid condo and he’d been there all morning already. Silly, but after just a
couple hours, he missed Tide desperately. He had a souvenir in his ass too. One that
shifted with every movement, reminding him of his amazing lover.
It looked like Bran was early too, because there he was, stunning in his tight jeans
and T-shirt, peroxide white hair in artful disarray. Bran was all compact muscles with great
definition, his skin dark gold from the sun, his blue eyes shining in his face.
God, Lance wished he was half as pretty as Bran. He was little, slender, sort of a
hipster geek. Not beautiful. Bran was stunning, though.
Bran caught sight of him and beamed, and with that Bran looked even more beautiful.
Lance waved, Bran’s smile contagious. “Hey there.” He snapped a shot. Bran stopped
and posed for him.
Bran dropped the pose and came over to hug him. “Hey, honey, you look so happy.”
“I am.” It had been an amazing weekend. His balls were still tender.
Still smiling, Bran kissed his cheeks. “Good.” He took Lance’s arm, and together they
went to the restaurant.
“Have you ever been here?” Lance asked, since Bran had suggested the place. “I read
online that they have good fries.”
Bran shook his head. “I saw a review that said I had to come, so I have.”
“Cool.” The lunch rush was over, so they didn’t have to wait for a table. The place
was bright, clean, cheerful, and they were seated at a booth by the window, the cushions
on the seats still holding their spring. Thank God, because hello, plug in his ass. That did
not mix well with hard seats.
Bran pondered the menu. “They’ve got a bison burger. I’ve never had one before, and
I’d love to try…. I’ll have to do extra crunches, though.”
“It’s meat. Isn’t that your current thing? Meat, meat, meat?” Lance wanted the french
onion soup.
“Yeah, but it’s got the buns and sweet potato fries, and I want the whole experience.”
Bran grinned. “Besides, I like crunches.”
“Yeah?” Who liked crunches?
“Uh-huh. Master Tyrone makes a game of it.” Bran wriggled in his seat.
Lance’s cheeks heated. “Oh. Oh!”
Bran chuckled, winked. “Besides, have you seen my master? When he’s all hot and
sweaty from working out….”
“Bran!” Lance chuckled, not sure where to look. His Tide was gorgeous; he didn’t
need to imagine what other men looked like all hot and sweaty.
“What? I love him and I think he’s hot—it’s all good.”
“He is a good-looking man,” Lance offered. “Almost as pretty as Tide.”
“Oh-ho!” Bran cackled. “You already know the first rule of hanging out with another
sub—’my master is always the best.’”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do. Tide is my best, for sure.”
Bran nodded. “My master always is.”
Bran gave him a wink, and Lance grinned back. It felt good to play, to relax with
someone. Everything with Tide was intense, which was great, but hard work too.
Their waitress came by with two glasses of water, and they ordered Cokes and the
food they wanted. Lance ignored the way his stomach was trying to growl. Breakfast had
been a long time ago.
“So, have you traveled a lot?” Bran asked as he grabbed his water glass.
“Not really. A couple of road trips in college. You?”
“With Master Tyrone, yes. I’ve gotten pretty good at organizing stuff,” Bran
admitted. “And this coming trip we’re going on is fairly typical, aside of course from the
addition of you and Tide.”
“Well, I’m not bad at it, so I’ll be able to help.” He wasn’t useless. He’d been running
his own business for a couple years now.
“Cool. This is going to be so much fun!”
“I hope so. Are we going to get to stop in hotels along the way?” They were going to
some sort of exercise equipment trade show, and Lance was coming along to shoot the
show.
“Yeah. We need to be there on Friday and Saturday, but if we leave on Tuesday, we
can make stops on the way. We need to look at a map and see what fun places we can find
to stop at.”
“I can do that. Are you more biggest-ball-of-string or fancy-museum people?” Lance
asked.
“Both!” Bran bounced. “Seriously, if it’s out there, we’re going to have fun at it.”
“Cool. I’ll make a list. Maybe… maybe there’s a sex toy museum or something.”
Bran’s mouth dropped open, and then he clapped his hands. “Yes! God, still waters
run deep, don’t they?”
Lance ducked his head, but inside he was so, so pleased. He wasn’t a total dork.
Bran grabbed his hand, squeezing it. “I was hoping we’d be friends, now I’m sure we
will be! If there’s such thing as a sex toy museum, we will find it, I swear. And I’ll make
sure our masters know it was all your idea.”
“I think Tide would like that.”
The waitress came by and told them their food would be along shortly, flirting madly.
Bran flirted back outrageously. Lance took pictures of Bran, of the setup on the table, the
shadow on the napkin.
“You see the whole world through that camera, don’t you?” Bran asked.
“Uh-huh. Makes things clear.”
“That’s really cool. And I’ve seen your stuff. I know how great you are.”
“Thanks.” Photography was the one thing he was really good at. “I have great
inspiration.”
“I know that’s true from when you were taking pictures of Masters Tyrone and Tide.”
“And you. It was all amazing.” And Lance had been paid handsomely for the sexy
images.
“It was fun. And like we said, if you ever want more, you know we’d be willing,”
Bran reminded him.
“They were for a specific client, but thanks.”
“So what’s your favorite part?” Bran asked, leaning across the table.
“About photography?”
“Sure.”
“I like finding the unexpected images, you know. Things you didn’t know you saw.”
Lance loved that, the accidental pictures.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
Lance shrugged. “Sometimes it’s a shape. Usually it’s just someone caught off
guard.”
“Cool! And what about the lifestyle?”
“The lifestyle?” Lance didn’t follow. He’d only shot Tide and Tyrone and Bran.
“You know, you and Tide and the contract.”
“Oh, my favorite part?” When Bran nodded, Lance shrugged again; it was all good.
“I think it’s the way he looks at me.” He loved that, that Tide saw him.
“Oh….” Bran’s expression got soft.
“Yeah. It’s like… magic.”
Bran nodded. “It is.”

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