Treston smiled and almost laughed aloud. The reporter didn’t ask what charity Chad supported and Chad didn’t offer to name one.
“Tell me a little about your next film, and why you decided to take the part after so many years of not working in the film industry,” the reporter said.
“Okey-dokey,” Chad said. “Let the shenanigans begin.”
This made Treston roll his eyes and smile. He knew Chad was working the reporter. The real Chad Pratt would never have said, “Okey-dokey, or used a corny word like “shenanigans.”
Chad smiled even wider. His eyes twinkled and the dimples in his cheeks deepened. “I’m going to be playing Jesus,” he said in a humble, soft tone. “I took the awesome part because I think Jesus was the greatest, most coolest figure to ever walk the Earth. He’s the main dude, the man I admire the most. And even though I’m just a simple, humble man myself, and I’m not even sure I can do the part justice, I wanted to take it on because it will be the most serious challenge of my career—and my life.” This time he almost winked at the camera. For a second, Treston wondered if he’d pull out a strand of rosary beads, genuflect, and start praying.
Cooper laughed. “I read he got paid eight million bucks to do it.”
That sounded more like the real Chad.
The TV reporter almost swooned. It looked as if she got a thrill up her leg whenever Chad looked directly into her eyes. “Will you be wearing one of those skimpy little loincloths in the film?”
Chad pretended to be embarrassed. He didn’t actually blush, but he looked down and glanced up at the lens in a helpless way. “I’m afraid so. I’ll be working hard on my body for a while with a personal trainer. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
This time the reporter blushed. “Oh, I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Chad.” She sounded giddy now, all shits and giggles, as if she had thrills going up both legs.
Treston just sat and gaped at the screen. If he didn’t know this was the same Chad Pratt who had been sleeping with his boyfriend’s brother, and the same Chad Pratt who had a reputation of dumping men all over the world, he would have thought he was literally watching the reincarnation of Jesus himself on TV that evening. The man deserved an Oscar nod just for that TV interview alone.
God bless Hollywood once again. They finally found the one man in the world who was the least like Jesus to play Jesus in a movie.
The reporter smiled and said, “Well, all your fans are thrilled to hear you’re working on a film again. And this one sounds so exciting.”
Chad shrugged and sent her a bashful smile. Then he looked into the camera one last time and said, “You know, that’s what it’s all about for me. Making people happy. I love each and every one of my fans and all I want to do is please them.”
The reporter mentioned something about Chad’s new charity for animal rescue and how he’d saved a basket full of “fluffy white” kittens, and then she talked about all this “shenanigans.” She actually said, “Weee!” This made Treston wonder about whether the TV viewers really bought all this fake promotional crap—or anything Chad had said during the interview. She finally thanked Chad for the quick interview and they cut to a commercial. Cooper turned the TV off and stretched his long hairy legs. Another thing about Tuesday night Treston had learned to expect was sex. And not just any old sex. Cooper liked kinky sex on Tuesday nights and it usually meant Treston was going to get spanked.
While Treston was still thinking about Chad’s fake interview and trying to picture him as Jesus, Cooper stood up and said, “I thought we’d try something a little different tonight.”
“Different?”
“I have something hidden in the bedroom I’m going to show you for the first time,” Cooper said. “I think you’ll like it.” Then he turned and loped out of the living room.
Though Treston would have done anything on some nights to deviate from their regular routine, this time he had a sinking feeling in his stomach. So far he’d been spanked, he’d had his feet licked from toe to heel, he’d worn high heels and a push-up bra, and he’d let Cooper pee on him in the shower—and he’d only agreed to this because it was in the shower. The Tuesday night he’d worn long red fingernails and black lace stockings, Cooper had fucked him over the toilet bowl. Treston always figured it was the least he could do for a man who loved him so much, and it did break up the routine. After all, Cooper had turned out to be his hero and he’d saved him from a life of stripping and escorting until he was too old to do it any longer. If he couldn’t do a few little things in bed to please the man he was going to marry, he wasn’t much of a partner. So he stood up, crossed into the bedroom, and waited to find out what fresh new kink from hell Cooper wanted him to do that night.
He found Cooper backing out of the closet in the bedroom. He was pulling a huge box Treston had noticed a few times but had never bothered to examine. When the box was in the middle of the room, Cooper opened it up and said, “This is where I keep all my toys. I’ve been saving it to show you.”
“Your toys?”
He suspected Cooper wasn’t talking about his miniature race cars and stuffed animals.
While Treston stood and watched, Cooper leaned forward, reached into the box, and pulled out a pair of black patent leather knee-high boots with six-inch stilettos. He tossed them on the bed and reached into the box again. This time he pulled out a leather whip, a set of black leather wrist restraints, and one of those dog collars attached to a leash Treston had seen in the erotic boutique where he bought all his sexy underwear. Treston didn’t judge anyone who was into BDSM, but he had always wondered about what kind of people got into that sort of thing in the same way he wondered how anyone could be a vegan. And now he knew.
Cooper started to remove his boxers and his T-shirt. “I’m so glad you’re into the same things I’m into. It makes things so much more fun. You’re going to love this.”
Treston had told Cooper he didn’t mind doing certain things, but he’d never actually said he was into kinky sex, especially not bondage and leather. If there was one thing Treston hated more than anything, it was being confined. The boots were sexy; he didn’t mind them. He could manage the collar and leash. Even the whip didn’t intimidate him. But the thought of having his wrists restrained caused his heart to race out of control.