***Lockie appears in my Mason series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.***
**This chapter contains gay sex**
Lockie soaked in his bathtub, his hangover from the night before mixed with his conflicting thoughts, created a pounding headache. In the past he normally would have done an extended cam show and edged for hours, but recently he had become wary of the cam site as if he was not welcome there. His viewership had quartered. The tips had gone down also. It was his only source of income. It was always his escape, it seemed that a lot of important things had left his life lately.
"You don't know what you've got till it's gone." He mused as he rubbed his toned torso absent-mindedly.
He thought back to the night before with Monroe and Carter. He had enjoyed it more than he thought he would. Fucking Monroe while her husband watched was a huge turn on for him. He pushed down the thoughts he had as he remembered Carters tanned, toned body and big cock. He had never met a straight man as comfortable with his sexuality before. He admired him and hated him in equal measure.
"I am over thinking things now." He said aloud, "Just relax and go with it."
He realised that he was speaking to no one, the loneliness crept back into his bones, he really needed a drink.
The water had gone cold when he stepped out and toweled himself dry. He went over to his closet to pick out his underwear and tank top for his cam session tonight. Lockie was trying to distance himself from his usual attire. He felt like a fraud if he wore the "In'DaMan'd jock strap. His cell phone rang as he logged in to his account.
"Lockie, did you get my message this morning, I have had the club rep up my ass all day waiting for confirmation."
Lockie scanned his phone, he had 6 missed calls from Curtis.
"Sorry, just seen it now, my phone was on charge. Anyways, don't you be giving me shit for not calling when I have been trying to get you on the phone for weeks. Where are all the scenes you promised me, you aren't giving me any promotion in the cam rooms either. What's the problem Curtis we had a deal."
He could feel sweat form on his brow, it was a result of being angry and him desperately needing a drink.
"Ya ya, Sy and I both agreed that it would be best if you laid low for a couple of weeks just until your online reputation clears up a little, then we can focus on your comeback . Hence the club appearance. It starts at 9 sharp, try not and fuck this opportunity up Lockie, I am not sure how many more chances I can give you." He said sardonically. "You ready for your 7 o clock session tonight, I figured it would be the best time to catch you since you always seem to be on your phone during the stream."
"I am not doing a show tonight. I am going to hang with some friends, you know, lay low."
He ended the call and threw his phone onto the bed. He stomped into the kitchen, the towel still wrapped around his waist and poured himself a large glass of vodka.
"Prick," he muttered as he took a big mouthful. "After all I have given up for his poxy studio."
He quickly posted a message to his followers saying his cam show was cancelled tonight, he took another big mouthful of vodka and laid on his bed.
Lockie began to look through all the old pictures on his phone gallery. Most of the pictures were for his bio for the cam site, it seemed odd to see him smiling on set. It shocked him quick things had changed for him. He opened his contacts and scrolled down to M, his thumb hovered over the green phone symbol. He wanted desperately to call Mason and tell him that he was sorry and could they meet for a drink to sort things out.
He knew that Mason would forgive him, he was good like that, but the stubborn side in him made him pause.
"I don't deserve forgiveness. He is doing better without me."
He finished his glass and poured himself another, since he was already naked he decided to have a quick shower to try and shake his bad mood. It did little to alleviate his dark cloud so he sat at his computer to torture himself some more, once again he started looking at Mason and his scene when a red little bubble popped up on the bottom of his screen telling him that he had an email.
To: LockStar
From: WifeLife
Hope you are well Lockie, Carter and I just wanted to let you know how much of a good time we had last night, it was better than both of us could have imagined. We are trying to enjoy our last night in the city but we got a bit of news today. Carter has been offered a huge promotion to lead the training at a base camp across the country. He will be gone for months at a time again but at least I will know he is safe. He leaves in three days. I feel happy and sad as I just got him back and he is leaving again but I know he loves his job and it's a huge opportunity for him.
I have told him that I will follow him over in a few months but I just cannot wrap my head around all the big changes that will come now. He accepted it today with my blessing.
We had just logged on to watch your show when we seen the message that it had been cancelled.
Are you OK? Anything I can do?
Best Wishes Always
Monroe.
He sat staring at her words for a few minutes. The big glass of vodka was slowly numbing him to his thoughts.
Without giving himself a chance to think, he opened his phone and sent her a text.
"If you are free I would like to say goodbye to you both in person. No dramas if you are busy. Peace."
He heard the swoosh meaning that it had sent. He had just sat the glass down on his window sill when the reply came back.
"We are not busy, come over whenever. M + C
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Apprehension crept into Lockie's bones as he raised his hand to knock on the familiar hotel room door, he had already turned back twice since he got off the elevator but he had forced himself to get over it and keep moving. In the taxi on the way to the hotel he was feeling extremely horny, but now as he stood outside the room, the same familiar doubts reappeared.
"Fuck." He hissed quietly and rapped three times on the door.
Monroe answered, her white blonde hair done up in a pony tail, she was wearing a dressing gown with the hotel insignia plastered across her left breast. She had it loosely tied, Lockie could see her giant thigh tattoo, her tits were nearly spilling out of it. His mouth went dry and he felt a stirring in his pants.
