Alex really did not see it coming.

There was no build-up, no tease, nothing. One day after taping has concluded Greg asked
Alex whether or not he could come into his dressing room for a minute.

“Yeah, I suppose,” Alex answered, mildly concerned. Usually if Greg had something to bring
up regarding the series, he would do it in the post-mortem meeting the next day. “What is
going on?”

“It will just be a minute, do not worry” Greg said. Alex nodded and then looked down at his
watch; he supposed he had a little time before he had to leave for the train he usually took
back home. He followed Greg back into his dressing room.

Greg let him go in first and then closed the door. There was the faint sound of the lock being
closed before Alex realised what exactly is going on. “You can stand over there,” Greg said,
tilting his head in the direction of the far wall.

“Greg, what—” Alex started.

Greg lifted an eyebrow and said, “Alex Horne, I do not remember giving you permission to
speak. Now… Be a good little boy and do as you are told.”

Alex froze petrified and unable to breathe as his lungs refused to move. They had these type
of personas on-stage, sure, but in Alex’s mind it definitely was not real. Greg had certainly
never given off even the slightest iota of an impression of him believing into the existence of
the dynamic off-stage. However, he did in fact just locked both of them inside his dressing
room and told Alex he did not have permission to speak.

Greg was watching Alex intently, his brow furrowed a little. He was waiting…Waiting to see
what Alex would do and how would he respond to Greg taking control of him yet another
time.

Alex initially wanted to just laugh the entire situation off and make a joke of it, yet at the
same time he also wanted to turn and run out of the dressing room. However, deep down
inside a very large part of him very badly wanted to just drop to his knees and land just at
Greg’s feet where he thought he belonged. At that moment he was confronted with a lot of
foreign yet not unpleasant feelings residing within himself that would have never crossed his
mind 30 seconds ago.

Alex swallowed hard and made a little jerky obedient nod in Greg’s direction. There had
never been any real chance that he was going to leave the room so any attempts at struggle
would or denying the feeling he was experiencing would be futile.

“That is right, my beautiful boy” Greg said, the lines on his face easing. “That is exactly what
I thought.” He then took his jacket off and hung it neatly on the wooden hanger standing in
the back of the room before proceeding to unknot his tie.

“Alex… I am going to ask you a question, that I want you to answer truthfully. Do you
remember, that interview when Russell brought up the supposed sexual tension between us?
You can answer.” He folded the tie neatly over the bottom of the suit hanger and began to
unbutton his shirt slowly without breaking the eye contact he established with Alex.

“Yes… Yes I do” Alex answered in his shaky little voice full of shame and humiliation. The
gravity of the situation did not him yet and he thought he simply must have been having an
out-of-body experience. There was no other option.

“Yeah, of course you do. And do you happen to remember what my answer at the time was?”
His shirt now loosely hung from his impossibly broad strong and masculine shoulders. Where
did Greg even get his shirts from, Alex wondered wildly. He must either order them from
somewhere online or get them custom made.

“Yes Greg… I do.” Alex answered in no time, because he did very clearly and vividly
remember every little, exact and excruciating bit of that particular interview.

Greg took his shirt off, exposing his bare chest in the process and then proceeded to hung it on
a separate hanger. “What did I say exactly? I want you to say it.” Greg said. He then slid his
belt out of its buckle while looking Alex dead in the eye.

“You, ah—you said.” Alex knew exactly what he had said. In fact to this very day he could
still feel the excruciatingly sweet burn of humiliation from knowing it was being broadcast to
thousands of people watching the show. “You said that you did not want to fuck me.”
Greg chuckled before forming a smile on his face. “That is exactly what I said,” he nodded
approvingly. “And you—just for a second, mind you—looked like you had swallowed a
lemon, as your cheeks went bring pink. Just a bit. I definitely would not have noticed it if I
had not been watching you closely.”

Greg had been watching him closely? Alex did not even consider that for a second during the
interview and the sole thought of it made him weak in his knees.

“And I thought to myself… Well, isn’t that interesting. Alex does not like me telling the entire
world that I do not want to fuck him.”

Alex felt the blood rushing to his face and he could feel himself turning bright red. He was
actually afraid that he might end fainting due to all internal torment that Greg was subjecting
him to. His mind seem to be fading in and out of consciousness as he was watching Greg take
off his suit trousers.

Greg hung the trousers, just as neatly as the jacket and shirt, and when he turned back to Alex,
Alex’s gaze almost instinctively drifted down to his pants. Alex could not believe his eyes,
Greg was there, right in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and proudly
displaying his half-erected manhood. Alex want to say something so badly but he was only
capable of uttering a humiliating little noise in the back of his throat as his reaction to the
scene depicted before his very eyes.

Greg nodded, as if he just received a confirmation he had been waiting for. “Yeah,” he said,
“that is exactly what I thought. Does Little Alex Horne like looking at it?”

Could one actually die from excessive embarrassment and humiliation? Alex thought he was
about to find out. Despite both his stomach and throat being tightly shut he could not stop
himself from looking at Greg’s cock, Jesus, why he just could not stop looking at it?

“Answer me, Alex, I am waiting and I am getting impatient” Greg said, still in his soft and
gentle yet now a firmer tone of voice.

“Yes, Greg,” Alex said.

Greg palmed himself through his boxers with a couple of quick squeezes here and there.
Alex’s face was so red at that point that he started to contemplate whether or not he was about
to fall prey to the spontaneous human combustion phenomenon. “I am probably going to go
home and have a good long wank,” Greg said. “Bet you would love to watch that.”

“Y—yes, Greg,” Alex answered in a trembling voice wanting to witness the scene so badly
that he would probably cry if he was denied opportunity to do so. The sole thought of Greg’s
big, strong hands stroking his own cock, right in front of Alex while Alex watched…

“Well, today this is all you get,” Greg said. He then pulled on his spare jeans that mere
seconds ago were lying on the chair in the corner of the room, while tucking his cock away
and doing up his flies. “Are you going to have a wank tonight too, then?” He threw on a
flannel shirt and proceeded to button it up and hide his chest away while waiting for Alex to
respond.

“I…I want to,” Alex said not sure how else he could possibly answer a question like that.

Greg’s mouth curled into a smirk. “And what if I do not want you to?”

“Then I will not,” Alex said, feeling as though he had just signed a multipage long, long-term
contract before even reading it.

“Good boy,” Greg said. He crossed the room and slowly approached Alex who just stood
there half-stunned confused and unable to speak, before kissing him on the mouth, so quickly
that Alex did not have the slightest time respond. “Now run along, playtime is over” Greg
said.

Alex subconsciously did as he was told. He turned and left the dressing room, his legs
carrying him automatically, until finally making it back to his own dressing room. He locked
the door and spent the next 15 minutes on the floor in a foetal position waiting for body
tremble to stop and for his face to return from the deep red shade it presented at the time back
to its normal pale self . He foolishly believe that closing his eyes would ease the feelings that
were tormenting him at the time, however, every single time he decided to do that all that he
could see was the thick outline of Greg’s cock, hidden in his pants.

What the fuck, Alex thought. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the ACTUAL fuck!