Do you know what I loved about sleep? Anything could happen in your dreams while you slept. I usually remembered my dreams and I loved to ponder on the deeper meanings to them and what my unconscious mind might be telling me.

That's how I found out I was gay. I kept on having dreams about kissing guys and sometimes doing more. It's also how I decided to become an editor for a magazine.

But this time, I don't think I'd ever be able to decipher the meaning behind one of my dreams.

I was strapped to a table, first off. Naked. And I was hard as h_ll, my erection running against the cool surface of the table. I was also blindfolded and gagged. It wasn't just any gag stuffed in my mouth, though. It was like this ball thing that strapped around the back of my head.

The only sense I could rely on at that point was my hearing. My heart was hammering against my chest and I felt a hand, rough with calluses, run down my back, another gripping my hips. I shuddered, my c_ck twitching. That's when two other hands ran up the backs of my legs, groping my a$$.

I moaned, pressing my bottom back against the second pair of hands. I received two chuckles and then there was no contact between me and the mystery people with their hands.

I let out a low whine, shivering and aching for more. I yearned for someone to feel me, touch me, f_ck me. God, dream me is such a sl#t...

I was about to plead for someone to make me c_m when I felt a leather belt slide against my bottom. What the f_ck?

Suddenly, the belt was lifted and came lashing down down, licking at my bare bottom. A scream was ripped from me, but it wasn't from pain. It was from pure pleasure.

I bolted upright, finally awake. What a f_cked up dream. I didn't even want to think about it anymore as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, yawning.

I squinted, looking around the room I was in. This wasn't my bedroom. I looked down, pulling at the sheets and blankets that covered my body. This wasn't my bed. And d*mn, these weren't my clothes.

What was I even wearing? It looked to be just an oversized shirt. I pulled them up, relieved to see that I was still wearing the same underwear from the day before. So no one saw me naked. That was good, I guess.

I remember the first time someone who was outside of my family had saw me naked. I was 16 at the time, but I was dating a freshman in college who was 19. He had made me suck him off, and then he took my virginity. Then, about a week later, he just disappeared.

I slid off the comfy bed, sighing. My body was sore and I pulled up my shirt once again to glance at the two bruises blooming there, both in the shapes of fists. One was more towards my left side, almost stretching to my back. The other was right below my right nipple. I gentle prodded the wounds, wincing.

They weren't all that pretty. They were an ugly purple color, yellowing at the edges. I grimaced, dropping the end of my shirt. I glanced around for my glasses, I was practically blind without them.

I sighed, giving up when I couldn't find them. I tiptoed over to the door, scared to make a noise. I hadn't found my clothes either, so I was stuck in this shirt that was practically a dress on me.

I shivered, trailing down a long hall. I swore I could hear two people talking, so I followed the noise.

"Hello?" I called out. The hallway had ended, opening into a kitchen area and a living room.

And that's when I saw the culprits of the two people talking. They were the dudes who had accidentally punched me last night. I was kind of a wimp, thinking that I was going to die because of two punches. Ah well, I'm still here.

Both of their heads snapped to me. Mr. Brains frowned and he glanced over at Sir Brawn. My feet were frozen to the ground as I stared at then with wide eyes.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't find the right words to come out. Sh*t. I cleared my throat and finally just spoke what was on my mind.

"Are you guys going to ransom me and then kill me if no one wants to pay for me? Because if so, I would totally just let me go because like, no one I know has money. Even if they did, they wouldn't spend it on me. Mason might, but he's got such a big gambling problem he wouldn't be able to hand the money over without spending it at some casino. So really, you sh-" I was cut off from my nervous rant by a smirking Sir Brawn.

Oh f#ck. Why the h_ll was he smirking?! I tugged at the bottom of my shirt, trying to pull it down farther to cover the upper parts of my thighs.

"We're not going to kill you, or ransom you off. And we didn't mean to hurt you last night, you just got in our way. But now, you have to answer some questions of ours," Sir Brawn's expression turned serious.

"I'm not pregnant!" I blurted.

Have I mentioned how I'm a stupid motherf_cker? Of course I wasn't pregnant, I was a guy! A small part of me argued that they didn't know that for sure, but they did, because one of the two, or both of them, had taken off my shirt. Sorry boys, I'm as flat as a plate.

Mr. Brains turned to Sir Brawn. "This guy is an idiot. Why the h#ll are we keeping him here? There's no way this f*cker is from Northside," he scoffed.

I frowned. Actually, I was from Northside? At least I currently lived there. Northside was the northern part of Laken City. Southside was to the south. Obviously. North and South usually didn't get along too well.

But what did that have to do with me being here and them asking me questions?

Sir Brawn stroked the stubble on his jaw, looking at me curiously. "Maybe it's an act. Maybe he isn't actually part of the gang, but one of their twinks."

My eyes practically bulged out of my head at that point. "Woah there! I'm not in a gang, nor am I some wh_re! I would appreciate it if I could just have my wallet and clothes back, then I can just leave!

Mr. Brains smirked, ignoring what I was saying completely. "You know, he looks exactly like your type..." He said to Sir Brawn.

Sir Brawn's face was dusted a rosy pink. "Shut up, you d*ckwad."

"Tallish, dark hair, kinda stupid and clueless... Broke too." Mr. Brains continued.

"I'm married!" I squeaked.

Both of them turned on me, completely disbelieving me. "Well, then who's Danny?"

I almost choked on my saliva. Danny was my exboyfriend, the guy who just cheated on me with some wh*re. I was about to ask how they knew who he was when Sir Brawn held up my phone.

I lunged forward, trying to snatch it from his hands. "Noooo!"

The jerk face held it high in the air, dangling it just out of my reach. "I repeat, who's Danny?"

I cursed, stomping and backing away from them. "No one," I grumbled.

"Really? Well, they seem to know you. Quite well, actually. They just sent this message, let me read it to you: 'Hey baby, I miss u. Plz come back, I'm sry. She dosn't mean anything 2 me. I have something special for u, it involves chocolate and handcuffs. Luv you.'" Sir Brawn raised an eyebrow at me.

"Ugh- umm... Danny is short for Danielle?" I stammered. For some reason, I was scared to death of these dudes finding out I was gay. I didn't want to be gang raped, okay?!

Mr. Brains turned to Sir Brawn. "He's such an awful f*cking liar, I doubt Northside gang would let him anywhere near them."

I was honestly offended by that. I could join the Northside gang if I wanted to! I'm great at lying, okay? They are just human lie detectors or something.

Sir Brawn shrugged. "Doesn't hurt to check and be safe. It's a little strange he was there," he turned to me. "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. God d#mmit Keenan...

Sir Brawn cocked his head to the side, taking a step forward. "You should tell me because if you don't, you won't be going anywhere. Ever again."

I gulped, glancing around. "It's K-Keenan. Keenan C-Carter," I stuttered. What the f#ck was up with that?

Sir Brawn grinned. "God, this kid is perfect."

Well, that's a first. I don't recall ever being called 'perfect'. Maybe by my father. Or Kenna. I missed them both so much...

"Don't know what you're talking about Sir Brawn, but I'll do anything if you guys just let me go!"

"Sir Brawn? If he's Sir Brawn then who am I?" Mr. Brains asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"M-Mr. Brains... But please! I want to go home!" I cried.

Sir Brawn chuckled. "Well, first off, I'm Mark and he's Thomas. You say you'll do anything to go home, right?"

I nodded, uneasy. Thomas's glare sharpened, directed at Mark. I'm glad he wasn't looking at me that way.

"Mark. Are you serious? I was suggesting him to be your play thing, not that!" Thomas hissed.

Mark smirked. "Maybe he can be both? So, how good are you at cleaning?" He asked me.

"Uhh, pretty good? I like things to be organized..." I blushed. What exactly did this guy have in mind?

"That settles it! We've hired you," Mark grinned, clapping me on the back. I winced, shying away from him.

"Hired? What? I already have a job! What does this have to do with you guys letting me go?" I spurred out questions.

"It had everything to do with us letting you go! We've hired you as our maid. Your work hours are 6 pm to 12 am." Mark smiled deviously.

"Uh, I don't get off work till 7..." I stuttered. I picked a late shift at the office, 1 to 7. I liked sleeping in, okay? Although a lot of it was out of office work.

Mark hummed. "Find a way to be here at 6 this evening. If not, we'll have to pick you up. Don't be so glum, the pay is good, I promise!"

I did like the sound of that. I never had a problem with extra money! I wet my lips, wringing my hands.

"Oh, okay. Um, can I go now?" I asked.

Mark nodded, but not before disappearing into one of the bedrooms. I glanced at Thomas.

"Why am I being hired as your guys' maid?" I whispered to him.

Thomas sighed. "Because Mark is a lazy a$$ hole. You don't have to take the job, he's just being a jerk."

I frowned. That extra paycheck could really help... And cleaning up after two dudes didn't seem too bad... The hours were kinda awkward, but I could deal with them. Also, I did not want to make Sir Brawn, excuse me, Mark, mad because I denied his offer.

Mark emerged from the room, holding out my things. "Here you are! By the way, the door is right behind you."

I turned around and there it was. F*ck, I was such a retard. Sighing, I pulled on my pants, leaving on the oversized shirt. I pulled on my shoes and stumbled out the door, nervously glancing back. Those two sets of eyes were deadset on me, making a shiver travel down my spine.

Guess I'm a maid for two hot hunks now. Whoopee.

√ Hey b_tches! Chapter number two popping out of the oven! This is like a double update premier, guys! I'm super pumped for this story and I hope you all are too! If you enjoyed this chapter, please vote and comment! I love you guys!√