(Pic of Martin Goodman ->)

I don't really know how it happened but I went from newbie to Scotty within the span of a day. Bear just laughed every time someone called out Scotty as they were talking to me or wanted to start a conversation. Bear said it was thanks to Goldie's insistently calling me Scotty, which everybody else picked up as well. Even people who I never saw before called me that, giving me the chills. So when I heard someone call out Scottie when I was shopping at the grocery store, I turned, ready to replay when a little boy ran out from an aisle towards who I think is his father. Shaking my head I laugh softly to myself. "SCOTTY!" A female voice cheered as soon as I left the aisle, I was now used to everybody staring at me as that name was screamed.

I managed to keep a hold on my basket as Willow, a member of Goldie's performers group crashed into me. Wrapping one arm around her waist to keep her steady I kissed her "Hello Willow." She beamed as she burrowed further into my chest "I never thought I would meet you here though." I rolled my eyes at the obvious lie, everybody knew I shopped here because of the cheap stuff and it had most stuff I loved from back home and it was close to home. She managed to chatter my ears of as she pulled me along several aisles, dumping random stuff in my basket. When we passed the man and the little boy called Scottie, he was staring at me with wide eyes as he held on to the man's pant leg.

"You're called Scottie too?" The light child's voice stopped Willow's chattering as I pulled to a stop. "Yes he is." Willow said smiling as she bends down to the child's height, well aware of the man's disapproving gaze. "When you grow up I hope you will be like my Scotty. Brave, strong and honest." The child's face lit up as he smiled. "I wanna be like you when I grow up!" I ruffled his hair "Then I will tell you a secret." I whispered lowly, making little Scottie bend close to me "You will need to eat all your veggies if you want to be like me." Scottie pouted and pulled a nasty face. "But I don't like veggies." I put the basket on the floor as I levelled with Scottie. "That's the thing Scottie. There will be a lot of things in life that you might not like but need to do no matter what." I smiled a little as I remembered my dad telling me to man up and just deal with it. "Just try your absolute best and it will be okay." Scottie pouted a little more before nodding his head and scurry off back to his dad.

"You handled that pretty good." I looked to the side quickly before focusing back on the road. "I just told him what my dad told me when I didn't want to eat my veggies when I was young." Willow beamed at me as she turned me way. "You never speak about your parents or family why is that?" I sigh as I put the car in park back at the club; Willow and I were dumped with grocery duty. Opening the trunk and pulled out several shopping bags and shrug "I never felt the need to speak about them." I grunt as I lift several grocery bags in each hand, "You could help you know." Huffing I set them on the kitchen table as Willow wonders off to God knows what. I grumble under my breath before wincing at the loud high pitched squealing as Willow undoubtedly told who ever she could find about Scottie and his dad. I just managed to set the last of the groceries on the counter before Goldie came rushing through the door "Why didn't I know about little Scottie?" She looked close to tears, something that has been happening a lot recently. She blames the hormones. I roll my eyes as I turn to face her, "Well hello to you too Mrs. Macintosh." She and Roy had recently married and they had a baby on the way through a carrier mom.

"Scottie?" Goldie had opened her mouth to say something before turning to the sound and look wide eyed at the man and child from the grocery store. "You two know each other? Good!" Roland came in, "Than you can show them around the place and the clinic." He clasped me on the shoulder before bellowing that everybody should come and meet the new doctor Mr. Martin Goodman and his son Scottie." He even sends a wink my way when he said that, making everybody snicker except the doc and the kid. They just looked confused. "Don't pay any mind to them, they are being mean." That seemed to relax Scottie as he slowly came out from behind his dad's legs and smile weakly at everyone present. "And this is the clinic." I had saved it for last, since Martin wanted to see the rest of the club first. Martin nodded his head in approval, everything that needed to be there was there.

A crash sounded outside before the door was thrown open and Bear rushed in. "LINK! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" His hands roamed all over as he checked my body for any injuries. "Bear, I am okay. I am only here because Roland asked me to show the new doctor around." Only then he seemed to notice the others in the room. "Bear meet Doctor Martin Goodman and his son Scottie." He pressed a kiss on my lips, which I returned before he introduced himself to the others. He shook his head as we walked out of the room, the doctor wanted to get his business done. "When Willow told me you were at the clinic, I got worried. The way she told me had me rushing here; she said there was a thing going on between the two of you. Not that I believed it, not one bit." I laughed at that, he did believe it or else he wouldn't rush there like a headless chicken. "Don't worry Bear, I just met the man and even if there would be something between us you'd be the first to know."

It seemed Fate had other plans, as I walked to my front door I heard another door open and I stopped to see who stepped out. That was something I never did, and I was surprised to see Scottie Goodman step on the gallery. "Hey Scottie." He looked up and Grinned before rushing over "Scottie! Are you our neighbour?" He looked pleadingly up to me as I looked at the open door and then to my own. "I think so." There was a stairwell that divided us, so we are technically neighbours. I opened my door as Scottie ran back to his dad gushing that I was their neighbour, at least I thought he was since he was waving his arms around and pointed in my direction. I waved a little awkwardly at them standing in front of my own. Days following I kept running into either Scottie or Martin, whether it was at the apartment complex, playground, the club or the grocery store. For some reason I couldn't get Martin's dominant gaze out of my head once he did my routine physical check, his wondering hands and soft sure touches had me hard in minutes. I was blushing fiercely; this hasn't happened since I met the King in person. Although Martin kept it professional, his heated eyes told me what his words didn't; he wanted me. I just didn't know how I felt about that, I was flattered and scared at the same time. It felt so different to Bear or what I had felt with the King, but I knew I wanted to give whatever it was a try. I wanted to see where it would take us.

I had spoken about it with Bear and he had given me his green light to pursue this thing with Martin, who had noticed I somehow given him permission to come closer at the club when the both of us were off duty. That's how I ended up pressed up against the wall near the private area with Martin dominating my mouth and every move. And I absolutely loved it, his confident touch, his wicked tongue and the best thing was he near my height. I blinked dazedly as he pulled back and started trailing kisses down the column of my neck, leaving hickeys behind. I arched my back as I groaned when his hands unbuckled my pants, stroking my needy length through the slight rough material of my boxers. Martin smirked as his heated gaze ranked my flustered body with approval. "Cum for my pet." He whispered low and huskily in my ear, I lost all control and creamed my boxers. Weak kneed I leaned against Martin as he whispered praise in my ear as he rubbed my back and buckled my pants once again.

As he was about to lead me out of the club, Roland came up "Hold on a minute there Doc. The King wants to see him." Blinking in confusion as Roland led me away from Martin, I managed to slur "What's goin' on?" Roland said nothing as he led me through a maze of hallways lined with oak doors. I haven't had the foggiest idea why the King wanted to see me, right now. Upon arriving at a set of oak doors, Roland opened one and gently ushered me inside. As was custom with the King; the whole room was dimly lit and the curtains were closed. When my eyes got used to the semi-darkness, I noticed that there was no-one there. I turned to call out to Roland that nobody was here when a door opened and the King stepped out in nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist. I think I let out a whimper or a sound at the sight, I couldn't be too sure since my brain short-circuited at all the exposed golden skin.

The king stopped short for a minute before his eyes narrowed as they took in my dishevelled state. He circled me as a predator, looking at my body from every angle. I was growing hard again under his gaze, I didn't know why I was waiting on, but I didn't move. As uncomfortable as I felt with cum from the club drying, I knew I had to wait for the King to give me the green light to move. It was instinct feeling and I always trust my instincts. "Do you know why you're here pet?" He asked as he walked up to me, my body started to shiver at the intention of his gaze. I shook my head in a negative; I could make my voice to work. "You're here because you're mine Link. You're mine and I don't like it when another touches what's mine." I bit my lip to keep the groan in as his hands skimmed over my shirt covered chest. I was slightly shocked when he ripped the shirt I was wearing down the middle, feeling his rough hands squeeze and pinch my nipples had me groaning under my breath. The smirk on his face told me he heard it "Do you want something pet?" Although he said the same words Martin did, something in his voice demanded a reaction whereas Martin's words didn't.

I opened my mouth only to close it, I had no idea what I wanted. "Do you want to stay this way?" His hand trailed along my chest down to my now aching groin. Once again I shook my head; I most definitely didn't want to stay like this. "Then you need to tell me what you want pet, or else I can't help you." Taking a deep breath I managed to whisper out what I wanted. "What was that pet?" The King leaned closer, I knew he heard me the first time, yet I managed to make my voice a little louder when I repeated. "I want to cum......" He seemed to expect something more, so I did what I had to do.

"Ma- master." My face went up in flames as I stuttered the word; I wasn't one to bow down to anyone. Yet, I willingly lowered myself to begging for this man.