Renard checked the keypad on the chair, then pressed the button to allow him into the adjacent room.

The sub snapped his attention to Renard and his eyes widened. “Who are you?”

“The one who wants to take you home.” Renard hauled Cally Boy to his feet. “Your name is Cally Boy?” He let go and shrugged out of his sport coat.

Cally Boy frowned. “It’s actually Callum.”

helped Callum into the garment. “You weren’t having fun in that scene, were you?”

Callum allowed Renard to dress him, but didn’t speak right away. “I… How did you know?”

“You weren’t erect.” He tugged the coat closed. “Warm up.”

Callum stared at him. “No one noticed.”

“They weren’t looking hard enough. I was.” He guided Callum from the room to the dark viewing space. “You don’t have to take part in those scenes any longer.”

“I don’t?” Callum shook his head. “I have to get paid.”

“By faking it?”

“Most people don’t care.” Callum inched his shoulder up in a shrug. “Not until you.”

“How old are you?” He guided Callum to the plush chair. “Can you sit? Or is your ass too sore? Did he rub cream onto you?”

Callum stood mutely beside the chair.

“I’ll assume he didn’t and it’s sore. I’ll take care of you.” Renard strode back into the bondage room and rummaged through the drawers for a tube of cooling ointment. When he returned to the viewing space, Andre stood beside Callum.

“You beat me here.” Andre clicked his tongue. “And you’re taking charge.”

“I am. What now?” He’d connected with Callum and wasn’t in any mood to let the young man return to the ranks at Boys Club.

“The next step is to let him know you’ve put in an ad for him.” Andre faced Callum. “Cally Boy, you’ve been requested. Sugar daddy seeking a young man for scenes, but also to be kept and treasured.”

It wasn’t the exact wording from the ad, but Renard didn’t care. The words were enough. “Well?”

Callum swallowed and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “The one who wants to save me wasn’t kidding. You really want to save me?”

“Yes, I do.” He met Callum’s gaze. “What do you think?”

Callum held the coat tight to his body. “I think I’d like to give this a try.”

Thank fucking God.