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About the author:
When he’s not writing, Fax loves to ride his Harley-Davidson Fat Boy motorbike, his pride and joy, and escape from the city on the open road. His passions include the gym and good food, one allowing him to indulge the other. Jax lives in London with his partner and two majestic Siberian huskies Laika and Yuri.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love to write stories exploring the magnetism that makes a person question their own sexuality, having been through this situation myself.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I guided Lee until he was sitting in my big black tattoo chair. It’s a rubber pneumatic monstrosity, infinitely adjustable to the different positions needed for my job. I had always wanted to use it for other purposes and this was too good an opportunity to miss. I adjusted the chair into a half reclining position. My cock was pounding and straining against the material of my jeans and I felt each heartbeat as a further surge of blood, forcing me even bigger. Lee relaxed into the chair, looked up at me and smiled. Then he stripped off his T-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, reaching inside to pull himself free of the restricting material. Holding steady eye contact with me, he began to move his hand slowly, up and down his swollen shaft. My head spun at the sight of him, dwarfed by the enormous black chair. Wow. This guy was hot…
HUGHES AND HALL CORPORATION BUILDING – MANHATTAN
~ Lee ~
I watched fascinated as the red glow of anger crept stealthily up the back of my fathers neck. He had his back to me, gazing out of the plate glass window of his penthouse office. His beautifully cut dark suit gave him a regal air, as he stood, silhouetted against the sun. His right hand rested on the back of his calf leather chair, and I watched as his grip intensified, knuckles white against the luxurious soft black skin. My mouth felt dry as sandpaper as I waited for him to speak.
Minutes ticked by. My father never missed an opportunity for a dramatic burst of anger. Slowly he turned to me and menacingly placed his fingertips together, touching his lips. “So Lee. Let me get this right. I just need to run this through again, because, you know, I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing. Maybe I got it wrong.” He placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward menacingly.
“So…the private education, The place in the family firm, you intend to throw all this away just so you can follow your heart?” He spat out the last word with a vitriol that surprised even me, the son used to his belligerent money obsessed ways.
I knew I had to be strong if I ever wanted to break out to build a life for myself away from his twin idols of work and money. I took a second to compose my thoughts. Then I looked him squarely in the eye and took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m not happy here Dad. I don’t enjoy this work. It doesn’t mean anything to me. I need something that will feed my soul more than this ever can… Drawing and painting have always been my passion. You know that. I need to do a job that I find fulfilling. It’s so important to me…” I trailed off…
“But Jesus Christ Lee! You want to be a Tattooist? I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” He put his hands to his head and rubbed his temples as if his head were about to explode. From the colour of his face this was a distinct possibility. “For the love of God. Art is one of the most useless pastimes known to man! You won’t make any money and Jesus Christ, Tattooists! They have something to do with these motor-bike gangs.” He spat. “What the hell is your mother going to say! The money we spent on your education. Totally wasted!”
I wasn’t expecting my father to pat me on the back and say “yeah great idea son, go for it.” I knew better than that. I was used to his disapproval. It was nothing new. He was continuing to rant but I didn’t really hear it. It just washed over me. But now he was coming round the desk at me, his purple face pushing into mine.
“So have you?” he questioned. I looked at him blankly. “Sorry Dad what did you say?” “Well, have you told Wendy? What does she think of this ridiculous idea?” I lied. I was running out of energy. “Yes. She thinks it’s a great idea actually.” He brought his face even closer in until our noses were almost touching. I could feel the anger resonating off his skin. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot and his breath was acrid. “Bullshit Lee!” he exploded. “Bullshit. She’ll think you’re as big an idiot as I do, throwing away your career like this. I can’t believe a son of mine can be so stupid…”
Okay. I’d had enough now. I had told him my intentions and that was all I needed to do. I rose from the soft leather chair I had sunk into and started to pull on my jacket. “Okay Dad. I hear you. I really need to head off now. Anyway thanks for listening.”I threw the last line in half sarcastically but it went over his head.
As I headed to the door, he was positively dancing around me with venom. “So who’s going to pay for your car? What about all the nice little things you like? You won’t get those on a tattooists income I’m telling you now. What will the people at the golf club think?”
My hand was on the doorknob and I twisted it, desperate for the escape into the peace of the corridor beyond. I was surprisingly calm. “Okay Dad. I’ll show you. It’s all going to be good. I have an interview tomorrow so I won’t be needing this.” I pressed my penthouse office key into his palm, watching the look of incredulity on his face. I turned and strode down the corridor and couldn’t resist grinning wildly to myself. I was free…