Having hit the milestone of 40 years old, Mark Antonious Richfield seems to have survived. But on a trip to London to join his mother, Leslie and step-father Harry for the wedding of Harry's son, Luke, Mark decides perhaps this is a good time to 'reinvent' himself. Ex- LAPD cop, Steve Miller, Mark's husband, and truest love, embark on a journey to London to let down their hair and go wild. Or at least that's Mark's idea of a good time. During a session at a fetish club one evening, Mark's beauty captivates the editor of an erotic gay men's magazine. Adrian McKenzie asks Mark to do a centerfold for his latest edition. Assuming this will be anonymous and thrilling, Mark agrees to his own peril. Meanwhile, Alexander, Mark's incorrigible son, makes his own bad decisions while trying to cope with school and a new career. Though Alex is continuing his acting role in Being Screwed, the racy nighttime cable drama, his behavior is increasingly unstable during the time his father is away. Both father and son, though they try their best to do what's right, end up complicating their lives eternally. But one thing is never in doubt. When it comes to Mark Antonious Richfield, his Action! will be Something Sexy. Very sexy indeed!
"We done yet?" Steve wiped his mouth and hands on the cloth napkin, crossing his legs and uncrossing them.
"I made dessert." Adam appeared to tease Steve, raising his wine to his lips and smiling.
"Or we could take a stroll on the beach to walk off dinner." Jack had the same expression on his face as Adam.
"Or we could get up to the bedroom." Steve tilted his head in the direction.
"Don't be rude, Steven." Mark set his knife and fork on the plate in a sign of being finished with his meal.
Steve noticed him fingering the whip on his lap. "Are you up for it, Mark?"
"Dessert? No, thank you."
Steve rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"He means up for the session'." Jack began stacking plates.
"Session?" Mark asked, "What on earth does that mean? You mean making love?"
Adam stood, helping Jack clear the table. "Jack has a new attorney working for him."
"Oh?" Mark touched the bulb-like end of the whip to his jaw.
Steve carried the last of the pasta and bread to the counter, wanting them to clean up and get going.
"Who is he, Jackie?" Mark tucked the whip under his arm and brought his plate to the sink.
While Adam loaded the dishwasher, Jack said, "Colt St. John."
"Is that name supposed to ring a bell with me?" Mark set the whip on the counter and gathered the empty wine glasses.
Steve stopped short and picked up the toy. He examined the plastic handle and shook his head. He wouldn't want that thing up his ass.
"Not unless you're into the fetish club scene." Jack used plastic containers to fill with leftovers.
"Fetish? You mean S & M?" Mark dipped his hands quickly under the running water Adam was using in the sink to rinse his hands.
"Yes." Jack gave Adam the last of the dirty dishes.
"Oh my. And he works with you at your law firm? Really?"
Steve shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He never did anything too unusual' when it came to sex. Unless you count four-way-sex; he, Jack, and Adam banging Mark until Mark finally had enough cock.
"Yup." Jack shared the towel Mark was using to dry his hands as Adam finished loading the dishwasher with soap.
"Since when, Jackie? I remember Pete Harrison was the last new associate you hired."
Come on! Come on! Steve wasn't known for his patience. Being a former LAPD cop he was used to getting what he wanted from people, when he wanted it.
"He just started. He's a very strong addition to the firm."
"And he works at fetish clubs?" Mark finally noticed Steve dancing around impatiently, toying with the whip.
Steve ran the fringe through his fingers trying to seduce Mark. Mark's cheeks went rosy but he stayed calm on the outside.
"He used to be a dom. But I think he met a man he's crazy about. So his club days may be numbered, or over." Jack tried to steal the whip out of Steve's hand but Steve drew back before he did.
Adam gestured to the doorway. "Go. No dessert, no walk. You're a bunch of sex fiends."
"Duh!" Steve scrambled to the bedroom.
"And this man, Colt, he whips people with that thing?"
Steve stood near the bed, which was loaded with leather gear and vibrating toys. He waited until Mark noticed it. Mark did, stopping in his tracks and his jaw dropped in a cliché gesture of shock.
"What the bloody hell?" Mark appeared timid suddenly.
"Get over here, Mark Antonious." Steve craned his finger.
"Are you joking?" Mark didn't move an inch.
Jack crossed his arms, grinning. "No joke. Just a heavy BDSM session. Three doms and a sub." Steve's cock throbbed in his tight jeans. "I'm getting dressed." He took the leather pants, boots and cap to the bathroom and quickly stripped off his jeans and t-shirt. Staring in the mirror, hearing the murmur of voices outside the door, Steve put the leather cap on his head and gave himself a wicked smile in the mirror. "Oh, God, yes." He could see the outline of his hard-on through the leather hide. He smoothed his hand over it and groaned. "Another fantasy about to come true."