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  Hope & Despair

  Full Circle

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Alan Wild

  Copyright 2020 Alan Wild

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Prologue Oliver Thaddeus 3 years ago

  Chapter 1 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 2 Noah Blain

  Chapter 3 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 4 Noah Blain

  Chapter 5 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 6 Noah Blain

  Chapter 7 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 8 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 9 Noah Blain

  Chapter 10 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 11 Noah Blain

  Chapter 12 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 13 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 14 Noah Blain

  Chapter 15 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 16 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 17 Noah Blain

  Chapter 18 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 19 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 20 Noah Blain

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 24 Noah Blain

  Chapter 25 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 26 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 27 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 28 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 29 Oliver Thaddeus

  Chapter 30 Noah Blain

  Chapter 31 Noah Blain

  Chapter 32

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About Alan Wild

  Prologue

  Oliver Thaddeus

  3 years ago

  The clock on his computer read 5:32 PM. The day was packed to the brim and overflowing with difficult cases, leaving Oliver feeling worn out and exhausted. A slightly stale odor of burnt popcorn and coffee from the morning filled his nose while the sweltering heat made his stomach uneasy. The slight tinge of excitement to be calling it a day settled in the back of his head, he looked around his office, sparsely decorated with a black leather sofa, two end chairs and a single coffee cup on the edge of his desk. While placing his laptop in his backpack, He happened to hear his boss, Anthony, walking down the hall. The owner of the Private

  investigation agency always checked in on his employees at the end of the day. Like every other helicopter boss, he kept a close eye on what they are working on and whether they were leaving on time. Oliver placed his backpack on the floor and waited for Anthony to arrive at his door.

  Oliver was the last of the employees to leave the office and the first to arrive. Patent signs proving his dedication, hard work, and ambition. He chased and closed cases that others dumped in the Unsolved pile. However, Oliver did not always get the credit he was due. At present, however, he was okay with that because he believed he had found a relationship that would culminate in marriage. Thereby building a future in California and becoming part-owner of a highly regarded private investigation agency. Suddenly, Oliver realized that he needed to make some notes on his open cases. Retrieving and firing up the laptop seemed cumbersome. Instead, he just used the record function on his phone. He pressed the red button and left elaborate comments - the stuff of high-quality television shows.

  As if on cue, Anthony barged into the room and closed the door. He had a particular look on his face, one that was all too familiar. It was going to be fast and angry, fuck. Oliver was both excited and dreadful. His heart was palpitating out of his chest. Anthony walked over and unbuckled Oliver's belt buckle, pulling his pants down. That is about all the prep that Oliver would receive today.

  Before one could blink, Anthony dropped his five-thousand-dollar suit pants and took off his jacket. In a dominating voice, he commanded Oliver to get to work. The anxious man promptly obeyed. Grabbing the boss' cock with his right hand, he started to work his cock with his left. Soon he is pushed into the ground and commanded to suck his way to kingdom come without gagging.

  At the back of his head, Oliver knew that the only reason he was giving Anthony a blowjob was to enable a firm erection. It was preparation for what was to come. Once Oliver had accomplished his mission, Anthony grabbed the condoms and lube from the desk drawer. This time he commanded Oliver to put the condom on him with his greedy mouth. Oliver did as instructed, placing the condom on the rim of his lips, sliding it over Anthony's fat engorged cock.

  The method was a first for Oliver, but he found it easier and less painful to go with the flow. The mixture of excitement for physical contact and dread of the pain that accompanied was causing electrical sensations to travel down his body and throb on his cock. Once the condom was on, Anthony pulled Oliver up to his feet and said the command, “Assume the position.” Anthony bent him over the desk. Without warning, the angry man shoved his fat cock balls deep into Oliver, causing him to gasp and whimper with the jolting pain caused by such forced entry.

  Anthony never liked the prep work required to make the experience smoother for Oliver. Instead, he had to experience the sharp, ripping pain of penetration every single time. The only thing that helped was his desperate effort to relax. The pressure today was intense, and he knew this was going to be a long ride. He squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth waiting for the end. Oliver was used to people trying to dominate him. So, this experience, though painful, was not unfamiliar. As a child, he was taller than all the kids in school. The bullies looked at him as a challenge because of his height and weight. They were jealous and gave him a hard time for their insecurities. Oliver developed early in life. His growth spurt was the stuff of dreams. He towered over most people at 6 foot 4 inches, with a body resembling that of a dedicated athlete.

  His most prized asset, though, was his ass. He labored away, doing squats to make sure it was round and full. The last time he was over at Anthony's house, Oliver noticed him taking the little blue pill. He knew that Anthony had no need for it, and only took it to prolong his pleasure. Anthony liked to be rough while proving his dominance and superiority.

  During sex, he made it a point to assert that he was the alpha. Anthony even told him on several occasions that he owned his ass, and he better not let anyone else look at it, much less touch it. It was off-limits to everyone but him.

  As they proceeded, Anthony picked up speed, pounding Oliver's ass like he was the sledgehammer, and Oliver's ass was the target. Right when Oliver thought that Anthony would never stop, his phone started to buzz. Even though he ignored the phone, he went as fast and as hard as he was able to. Oliver knew he was going to be bruised tomorrow. Anthony moaned as he pulled his cock out of Oliver's ass, took off the condom, and came all over the office floor. Half-dressed and spent, together, they crashed onto the leather sofa.

  Once Anthony was purged of his sexual aggression, he was like a kitten. He always cuddled and softly touched Oliver and made him believe that he was the only person who mattered to him. Oliver loved that about Anthony. Times like these when they just held each other, were the most beautiful of times. As they lay together on the sofa, Anthony's cell phone buzzed again.

  Anthony let out a moan as he made his way over to get the phone. Oliver was right behind him and started to gather the clothes flung across the office. Anthony still had lube all over his hands, causing him to drop the phone on Oliver's pants. The phone's location allowed him to peek at the screen, reading the text messages. While Anthony was searching for the box of Clorox wipes, Oliver moved the phone and put his pants on. He has read text messages from someone named Emi
ly.

  "I miss you, and I am excited to have you with me finally."

  "I love you. This is going to be great".

  His suspicion was bypassing all limits. "Who was Emily, and why the fuck was she talking to my boyfriend that way?" Oliver got a sinking feeling in his gut because he could sense something was off. He genuinely believed that Anthony was in love with him. They had even spoken about going on vacations together. He stayed over at Anthony's place most nights and watched his home while he traveled. Oliver could feel his heart sink into his stomach. He needed answers.

  Once Anthony was on his way to the airport, Oliver drove to his house and got to work. He knew that the first place he was going to look was his desktop computer. Anthony had his laptop with him, and that left Oliver with plenty of time to explore. He powered on his desktop computer and found it to be weird that Anthony left him a sticky note with his username: Oliver, password: fine-ass.

  Once in, Oliver realized that this is nothing more than a profile specifically for his use. Oliver knew what Anthony's password was at work and couldn't imagine why he would suddenly want to change it. Was he trying to separate their lives in some way? Oliver selected Anthony's username and typed in "9inches". That took him to the desktop screen instantly. Nothing looked different than the last time he was on his computer. However, something seemed amiss. If things were all the same, then why would Anthony create a new user account for him after two years together?

  He found files connected to Anthony's work email. He had a personal email as well, but it wasn't connected to his Outlook account. Oliver launched a new tab and noticed that he had a notification for a new email. To Oliver's good fortune, Anthony never logged out of his email. But even if he has, cracking the password was a child's play for Oliver. Anthony was so proud of his dick that he made it his password for everything. Oliver started to pore over all the emails, one by one. He began printing a copy of each email for his records. The man knew this was wrong. It felt like he was betraying Anthony's trust. But after the discovery that he made, Oliver yelled, "I don't give a fucking shit about betraying Anthony or his fucking trust." All five houses in the neighborhood heard him.

  While reading the emails, Oliver had discovered that Anthony was married to a woman named Emily for the past ten years. He also found that he was opening a new firm in New York to be with his wife so they could work on their "Marriage." His wife had everything set up for Anthony, and it was clear that Emily was the one with serious money in the family. Even though it was clear that she financed the private investigation agency in San Diego, the people who work there and close cases are the ones who have made it extremely profitable. It had become one of the most prestigious agencies in the city. Anthony had a team of in-house investigators as well as investigators that were on location in various offices, law firms, and insurance agencies. All in all, she was an essential peg in Anthony's machine.

  Oliver discovered a file labeled "Contracts." To give credit where it's due, Anthony was very good with his contracts. They were always ironclad. While scrolling, Oliver came to one that had his name on it. He clicked on it and felt his jaws touch the floor. His chest tightened, and he bit his lower lip, with wet eyes he read on. It was his exit package. It offered a one month's salary and all his unused PTO at the time of his departure. Anthony was going to be "Gracious" and pay for six months of medical coverage for Oliver. The date of this letter was in the week before Anthony planned his grand opening gala for his New York office. Oliver wanted to smash the screen with his fists. He was used to being treated like he was beneath Anthony, as though he was inferior in some way. But he always ignored the snide and hurtful remarks because they were in love.

  The angry and hurt man decided right then and there he would be no one's bitch. He always had full access to everything in Anthony's home, but after his discoveries, he decided to take full advantage of his bar. To hell with modesty! Anthony had some special-order cognac. Feeling sorry for himself, Oliver poured a glass to the rim, knowing that he would not drink it all. He's always given gin and tonic or some fruity mixed drink. Anthony had a special reserve for Oliver- a box of second-rate wine and wine coolers. At that moment, Oliver screamed at the empty room, "I was never offered the top-shelf shit, oh hell no! I couldn't possibly enjoy the finer things in life." He held the glass up and made a toast, "Here is to your future, and may you land on your feet, making the most spectacular splash there ever was." Oliver took his first sip, not sure what to expect, and he was floored by how smooth it was. He was only halfway through his glass of cognac when deciding that he was drunk enough, he stumbled up the fancy-ass, handcrafted staircase to Anthony's bed; one they had shared on most nights for the last two years. Oliver felt stupid for not knowing that Anthony was married and had been for ten years. He felt foolish for allowing himself to be used. Oliver climbed in bed as he allowed the pricey alcoholic delight to ease him into a state where he was comfortable enough to cry himself to sleep.

  Oliver spent the rest of the weekend calming down and making a plan. Speaking to himself, he said, "I am an investigator after all." Oliver knew that Anthony only wanted his assistant to know about their relationship, using the dated excuse that the rest of the employees would treat Oliver poorly. After a while, he decided that he had spent enough time beating himself up and doubting his life decisions. His naivete was in the past. It was time to get down to business. Oliver knew what he needed to do, and he did it with record speed and precision.

  Oliver spent most of the month before the big day, acting like nothing was wrong. For his plan to work, He had to hold his shit together even if that meant using duct tape. Anthony made his rounds, as usual, greeting everyone in the morning and fucking Oliver raw after everyone had left. The two stuck to the routine, doing things the way they always did, so there was never a sign that there was going to be a change to Oliver's employment or their relationship. Oliver went as far as lying to himself. He started to tell himself that this was not happening. He believed that Anthony loved him. The recurring question floating in Oliver's mind was, "He wouldn't do that to someone he loved, would he?" This recording played over and over in his head for the entire month. Denial can be a dangerous drug, but it is the one most sought after.

  The week of the date of the letter turned out to be the most difficult. Anthony did not stop by his office in the mornings at all. He only visited him with his sexual demands twice that week, lacking the usual rigor. The night before doomsday, Oliver was not confident his plan would work, but decided to get his ducks in a row and packed up for his big exit presentation. It was the end of the day, and he was at his desk, filling out his final report when his phone rang. It was Anthony's assistant summoning him to his office. Oliver made a show of gathering his belongings. The truth was that he had already packed his desk that afternoon. He secretly had everything he owned from his office loaded up in his car at lunch, so there was nothing to stop him from his grand exit.

  When Oliver entered the office, Anthony was sitting on his royal throne at the head of the conference table. That was where he had fucked Oliver countless times. To his right sat, his assistant, and to his left was his lawyer. Oliver walked in and was asked to take a seat. He sat directly in front of Anthony and made sure to keep eye contact with him no matter what. He wanted to ooze confidence even though, deep down, he didn’t possess it. The lawyer started with the expected speech. He seemed like a high-priced attorney with an expensive suit to match the vibe. The man was like a buff George Clooney with a voice so deep and mesmerizing. If it weren't for the words coming out of his mouth, Oliver would have wanted to jump him right on the table in front of Anthony and show him exactly how a real man has sex.

  He was snapped out of his train of thought when the lawyer said that changes were made, and his position was eliminated. He let Oliver know that they had a very generous severance and exit package. To receive the severance package, he would be required to sign a non-disclosure non-compete contract preventing
him from working as an investigator in any capacity. The contract is for an unheard-of time frame of 10 years. These elaborate measures forced Oliver to think that there was much more than Anthony wanted to keep hidden. After reading the contract, the lawyer asked if he had any questions.

  Oliver looked directly into Anthony's eyes and asked if he was the only person fired. The overpriced attorney spoke up and told him that the changes made were confidential, and they were not at liberty to share that information. Oliver said, "Fair enough"; this was not a battle that would benefit his end game. Toying with Anthony, Oliver asked if they just wanted to have him sign on the bottom? The lawyer nodded and passed him a pen. Anthony remained silent and refused to even look in his direction. It was clear that Anthony was callously trying his hardest to make Oliver think that he did something wrong. If Oliver hadn't discovered the information, he would have been crushed with this unforeseen development. He would repeatedly blame himself, convinced that everything was his fault. Oliver would have spent a great deal of time texting and asking him where he had possibly gone wrong. In Oliver's head, he told himself, "This is not going to happen, not to me, you refried fuck nugget." He decided to push the issue further and asked Anthony if he was sure this is what he wanted. All Anthony could say was, "Yes."

  Oliver bent over to grab his bag, and everything seemed to go into slow motion. Everything he has prepared for was finally coming into force. The drama was about to unfold. Watching Oliver reach for his bag, the lawyer reminded him that they had passed him a pen. Oliver sported his most brilliant smile and said, "I do not need your pen; I have one of my own. I have a simple little presentation". Oliver looked at Anthony and asked him if he would like this presentation alone or in front of everyone. Taken by complete surprise, Anthony acted like Oliver was asking to fuck, and he gave his answer with the utmost disgust possible. "There is nothing more to say, they stay!" Oliver said, "Great! Let's get this started".