Summary:
Broken Trust #1
Summary:
Brina Brady
Twenty-two-year-old Brett attends a BDSM camp in Galway to act as a model for Sean in BDSM scenes. Brett hopes to find a Dom, but Sean seems to have other ideas. All Brett wants to do is please Sean, so he’ll collar him as his sub.
At the camp, Brett meets Master Cleary and his two subs, Jack and Kevin (Irish Runaway Series) and they become friends. When Brett makes a dangerous decision, nothing goes as planned, and he needs the help of these new friends as he learns a lesson about real Doms versus imposter ones.
This book is a prequel to the upcoming Irish Collar Series. It bridges the Irish Runaway Series and the Irish Collar Series.
Summary:
Twenty-two-year-old Brett Dalton awakens to find himself dumped in a cheap hotel with a strange man. During his move from Dublin to Galway, his so-called friend Sean abandons him again to fend for himself. Brett doesn't know what to do or where to go without transportation. He needs to find a job immediately.
After making a phone call to Master Cleary, the Dom he met at BDSM Camp, Brett starts hitchhiking to Cleary's Pub for a job. A torrential rainstorm completely washes out the road leading to Galway, but though London born, the luck of the Irish is with Brett and handsome, thirty-year-old Darragh McGregor offers him a ride.
These two don't know it yet, but they desperately need each other. Brett's search for a Dom has left him abused and abandoned, and Darragh is lonely and longing for a sub. They run into some bumps along the road, including the reappearance of a dangerous acquaintance, but there is nothing they can't overcome together.
Keywords: Kind Dom, Wounded sub, Light BDSM, Newfound Family, Uncovered Lies, Hurt & Comfort, New Opportunities, Irish Romance
BDSM Camp #.5
Broken Trust #1
Chapter 1
Without any clothes, Brett stepped out of the shower and into the main space of the campervan to find Sean and some young skinny guy on the bed. Brett grabbed a used towel from the floor and dried off. Sean was a Dom, but not anyone’s at the moment. Brett had had no idea this trip would turn out to be a living hell. The arrangement wasn’t quite what he’d had in mind. Unfortunately, he had hoped Sean would see him as a potential sub, but their agreement was for Sean to use Brett in his demonstrations at the BDSM camp in exchange for a free entrance ticket. Sean had overbooked Brett to the point he hadn’t had much free time to find a Dom for himself, but somehow Sean found guys to mess around with.
“Brett, give us a few hours alone,” Sean ordered using his Dom tone.
“Sure thing.” Brett scanned the young guy, shooting him a death stare as he fumbled zipping up his jeans. He raced to the front of the van, grabbed Sean’s cigarettes and lighter, and slipped them inside the waist of his jeans under his shirt. He let the door bang on his way outside.
The BDSM campground was outside Galway. The woodland consisted of mature trees covered in moss with a beautiful carpet of white flowers scenting the air. There was a feeling of magic. Time seemed to stop when he walked among the trees to the little stream. Sean had sold him on coming here to find a Dom. He’d also mentioned it would be an escape from the hustle and bustle of Dublin.
Brett hiked to the area where a thick log had fallen near the stream and sat. The BDSM demonstrations began after dinner and tomorrow night they had a meet-and-greet for unattached Doms and subs. Right now though, he had a few hours to disappear. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Sean had paid for the campervan and his ticket here, so he couldn’t say anything to him. He hadn’t been stuck like this since he was a child, and he had no intention of giving up his freedom when he returned to Dublin. He was always worried how he looked since he was a boy. Sean made him feel ugly. Brett pulled out a mirror and put his green bandanna around his forehead through his brown hair. His eyes looked bluer than gray today from the color of his shirt. Sean didn’t much notice his eyes changed colors from what he was wearing.
An older man stopped in front of him. He wore a tight navy T-shirt and tight jeans. His chest was impressively muscled.
Please be available. Like me. Collar me.
“I’m Master Cleary.” His blue eyes twinkled as he said his name.
Brett inhaled, then exhaled his smoke away from Master Cleary. “Brett Dalton, sir.”
“You sound like you’re from England.” Master Cleary sat beside him.
“I was born there but moved here.”
“Why are you here alone?”
“I came here with a Dom, and he’s with some twink in the campervan. I had to disappear for a couple of hours.”
Master Cleary frowned. “Is he your Dom?”
“No, sir. He paid for my ticket in exchange for using me as his model during his demonstrations. That was the deal.”
“You look upset.”
“I have nowhere to go while he’s with the twink. This is the third day in a row I’ve had to get lost.”
“What about dinner?”
“I don’t know, sir. I have a feeling he’s going to use my dinner ticket on the new twink.”
“I have an extra dinner ticket and you can meet my two subs.”
“Thank you, sir.” No one had ever cared if he missed a meal or not. This stranger was already one of the kindest men he had met. Right off, Master Cleary helped him when he was doomed to be alone and hungry.
“Come with me to my campervan. You can hang out with us until you’re needed for the demonstrations.”
Master Cleary was the perfect Dom he had read about in gay BDSM romance books, good-looking and kind to others. How did he manage two subs? His van was brand new indicating he was a provider and accomplished. He followed Master Cleary inside.
“Brett, this is Jack and Kevin. Boys, this is Brett. He’s been displaced for a few hours.”
Brett noted how Jack’s cornflower blue eyes contrasted with his ruddy complexion. His nose was sprinkled with freckles, cute. Kevin was slightly taller, with the same brown hair as Jack's and darker blue eyes.
“And I’m Aiden.” Another young man spoke as he came out of the restroom. Brett envied Aiden’s collar-length blond hair. He looked to be around the same age as he was.
“I didn’t know you were here,” Master Cleary said. “All of you stay here, I have to talk to Dr. Murray privately.” Master Cleary kissed Kevin and Jack before he left the van.
“What happened?” Jack asked.
“The Dom I came down here with is with some twink. He told me to leave for a couple of hours. Master Cleary brought me here. If you guys want me gone, I’ll leave.”
“No way. You sound like you’ve been through enough shit,” Kevin said.
“So, does your Dom cheat on you all the time?” Jack asked.
“That’s the thing. He’s not my Dom. We work together at Murphy’s Pub in Dublin. He asked me to be his model for his demonstrations.”
“But do you want him to be your Dom?” Jack asked.
“I did before we got here. I can see now he doesn’t see me that way.”
“Damn. You need to find your own Dom. There are lots of them here looking for subs.”
“I’m going to look at the meet-and-greet.” As it was for unattached subs and Doms, Sean told him he should find a Dom and he’d look for a sub.
“Do you have chaps and leather clothing?”
“At the campervan.” Brett hadn’t thought about his clothes for tonight being at the van. He didn’t much care about walking in on Sean and the twink.
“You look around my size. You can borrow some of mine if he won’t let you back in,” Kevin offered.
“Thanks.”
Brett changed into the chaps and leather vest. Kevin was right, they wore the same size.
Master Cleary returned.
“Let’s go to dinner. Dr. Murray saved an extra seat so Brett can join us.”
“Thank you, Master Cleary.” Brett smiled to cover his anxiety when anyone showed him kindness. For some strange reason it made him teary-eyed and had him feeling like he belonged here with them. Most men barked orders or insulted him in some way. Master Cleary was the kind of Dom he wished he could find for himself.
Once they were outside, they hiked along the path to the Mess Hall for dinner. All sorts of men filled up most of the tables. Some dressed in leather while others dressed casually in jeans. Brett scanned the room for Sean, but he didn’t see him anywhere. Maybe he could spend the rest of the evening with Master Cleary and his boys.
Brett sat between Jack and Aiden. Jack and Kevin wore mini-Master Cleary leather outfits. Brett wished he had a Dom who would dress him like his mini version. Master Cleary and Dr. Murray sat across from them at the table. Dr. Murray looked like a rockstar instead of a doctor. He had the same gray eyes as Brett, but his sparkled with mischief. Dr. Murray’s light hair had golden highlights under the lights.
Brett noticed he was the only one without a collar. He often made-up stories about his present circumstances, so, in his mind, he was like others, and pretended he belonged to Master Cleary.
“We’re going to sign up for some of the activities. Which ones are you signed up for?” Kevin asked.
“Sean didn’t mention I had to sign up for them.” He hated the way Sean treated him. He didn’t want him for a sub, but he behaved like he didn’t want Brett to find his own Dom. None of it made sense. He only used Brett for demonstrations.
“You can just go where we go. There are last minute sign-ups,” Jack said.
As Brett cut his steak, Sean and the skinny guy walked past their table without stopping, but Sean’s eyes caught his before they picked up the pace.
“What’s the name of the Dom you’re here with?” Dr. Murray asked.
“Sean Casey, sir.”
“Is he from Dublin?”
“Yes, we both are.” Brett didn’t like the doctor’s questions and the lovely welcome feeling dispersed with them.
“Be very careful who you play with here and always use protection,” Dr. Murray said.
“So far, I haven’t played with anyone.”
While Brett enjoyed his chocolate ice cream topped with whipped cream and a cherry, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to see who it was.
Broken Trust #1
Chapter 1 Brett
Twenty-two-year-old Brett woke up alone in a dingy hotel room. The pain in his head roared like someone had turned up the radio volume as far as it would go. Bewildering thoughts plagued him, and he could make little sense of his surroundings. His sore back throbbed from sleeping on the rickety, old mattress. He sat up slowly, remembering nasty bits and pieces of the night before. With deep regret, he couldn’t recall what had gone down with Sean. He didn’t remember drinking any alcohol so where did his headache come from? Where was Sean?
His bladder was about to burst if he lingered in bed any longer. He unraveled himself from the scratchy sheets and wandered towards the bathroom. He stopped at the closed door, placed his hand on the doorknob, and lifted a brow, because when he tried to turn the doorknob, it was locked. He knocked on the door. Sean had never locked the bathroom door. Why would he lock it now?
“Hey, open up. Got to piss.” Brett tried his best to sound civil and not to shout at Sean since he’d told Brett to never order him around, but this was an emergency.
The door slowly squeaked open. Brett gasped for a moment at the naked man standing in the bathroom. The stranger had a round red face without facial hair. He was bald as a plucked chicken, but he had the deepest shade of brown eyes. For some reason, Brett couldn’t read anything from them, but he feared the stranger. Leaning into the steamy room, he checked to see if Sean was in there too, but he wasn’t. He froze in place as if a stone wall had temporarily blocked him from running. His stomach twisted into knots from instantaneous panic as they gazed at each other for a long moment. His shock and exhaustion were too deep, not allowing him to move, but he wanted to get away from the naked man who radiated power and control. All at once a sudden jolt passed through his whole being. His vision blurred, and Brett felt wrapped in a blinding white mist.
“Who are you? Where’s Sean?” Brett leaned against the door to steady himself.
“Maybe you should check with the bartender at Maggie’s Pub,” the stranger said.
Brett turned away to run, but the stranger reached out and grabbed him. Who was he? Where was Sean?
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” the stranger asked.
“Who are you? Where is Sean?” Brett repeated.
The man squeezed his wrist causing him to wince from the pain.
“I’m Mr. Joe, the man who fucked you last night.”
“No. You’re in the wrong room. I never saw you before. Where’s Sean?”
“I want to offer you a job. Your friend said you need one.”
“Let me go now.” Brett tried to free his wrist from the man. “I don’t want to be with you now or ever. And I don’t want your job.”
“Listen up! You wanted me and begged me to come here with you. Don’t you remember?”
“Get out of my room and leave me alone or I’ll call the Garda.”
The man jerked him into the bathroom and locked the door. Brett wildly looked around for a weapon of some sort. When he didn’t see any, he stared at the man. He drew his limbs close to his body. The man was bulky enough to beat him to death. Maybe he’d keep it quiet and choke him. The circular thinking made his body tremble. Brett never took his eyes off the man while he mechanically and deliberately dressed himself in all black, hiding away the scars on Mr. Joe’s back.
“You were a lousy fuck anyway. I should have listened to your friend. He warned me you were a stupid little bitch.”
Brett didn’t believe a word the man said. “Where is Sean?”
“He left the pub with a twink. I don’t think he’ll be back for you.”
Mr. Joe unlocked the bathroom door and left the room, slamming the door.
Brett raced to the door and locked himself in. He turned to the toilet, took care of business, then took a second look at the condoms. Those condoms were from a fun pack of rainbow colors. Sean bought those rainbow condoms when they had stopped for lunch on their way to Galway. Did Mr. Joe or Sean fuck him? That would explain why he was sore. Unfortunately, the entire trip was sexless until Mr. Joe or Sean had sex with him last night.
Had Sean left the pub with a twink? Brett thought he could trust Sean to make sure he didn’t end up with a stranger, but then Sean wasn’t his Dom. He clearly, and desperately, needed one.
The spacey thinking wasn’t something he had ever experienced before, with or without alcohol. Sure, he’d had hangovers from drinking too much, but his memory had stayed intact. He vaguely remembered going to the pub with Sean. Brett promised he’d have only one beer because Sean didn’t like alcohol at all. He must have lost his mind at the pub, and he didn’t know how. Sean wouldn’t allow him to get drunk, so what had happened? He felt like he imagined he’d feel if he’d been drugged, definitely not like himself.
He left the bathroom again and searched the room to jog his memory. The dead silence in the room reminded him of other times when men had abandoned him after doing BDSM scenes at the clubs in Dublin.
Sean’s suitcase wasn’t on the table anymore. Even his own suitcase was missing. Maybe Sean had packed the car and would return with breakfast, but he had said he would stay here for a week with him to look for a job in Galway. Sean had wanted to make a change since Andy fired him too.
Brett slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt he had in his backpack. Then he checked himself out in a mirror. He looked like shit. He opened the door and scanned the parking area for Sean’s car. It was missing as well. He went back inside, pulled out his phone, and called Sean. It went to voicemail so he left a message. “Where are you? What happened last night? I’m sorry if I did something wrong. Please forgive me. Call me.”
He sat down on the messed-up bed and again looked around the small room for his suitcase. Then he remembered he had left it in the trunk of Sean’s car and only brought his backpack to the room. All he had were the items inside his backpack. He picked up his wallet from the bedside table and opened it to see how much money he had. He gasped. All his money was gone. What the hell happened to his money? It was a good thing he still had a credit card. He quickly checked his backpack for the card. He sighed in relief when he found it and moved it into his wallet.
Brett didn’t know what to do or where he’d go. He definitely had to find a job immediately. Sean had made sure of that in his own way. Brett was somewhere between the verge of tears and anger at Sean; but none of that mattered. He had to move on without Sean’s help. Sean wasn’t his lover or Dom. He’d worn Sean’s collar for one day and he’d fucked him once. That all ended when Brett didn’t win that competition. Nobody did. The more he thought back on it, the clearer it was Sean had only given him that collar and fucked him so he would do the crazy scene at the BDSM competition.
Unfortunately, the bottom line was Sean had mattered to him. Certainly, he respected his opinion and friendship, but all that was gone. Brett wanted to strike out at someone—anyone, but there was no one to blame for this situation. He hoped at some point he’d be able to recall all the events leading up to Sean leaving with a twink and finding Mr. Joe in his room. But as he rethought his situation, he knew he would not have done anything to disrupt his friendship with Sean. If Sean would only explain why he wasn’t in their room, but that wasn’t likely since he wouldn’t answer his phone or messages.
Brett’s heart skipped a beat when someone pounded on the door. First, he checked the peephole to see who was there. When he cracked open the door, the cranky hotel manager, Charlie, stood there. His silver, curly hair hung over a wrinkled face. He had a scar reaching from the bottom of the right cheekbone, running across the nose. Brett wondered how he had gotten it, but he wasn’t pleasant to anyone. He didn’t approve of Sean and him renting a room together. He’d given them one of those looks a priest or nun would.
“You need to be out of here in fifteen minutes.” He emphasized the word fifteen by saying it louder than the other words. “Why? We paid up for a week,” Brett said. “Sean cancelled the rest of the week. He paid up until today.”
“When did he check out?” Brett asked.
“This morning around four.” The smirk on the older man’s face angered Brett. He was delighted to see a gay guy dumped. Everyone had told him the people in Galway were friendly to gay people, but not this old fart. Obviously, it didn’t apply to the surrounding areas of Galway.
“I’ll be out as soon as I can, sir.”
“Fifteen minutes or you owe for another day.”
Brett slammed the door in the manager’s face and collected his things. Without any transportation, he’d have to walk to the city. Sean had promised to drive him to Galway so they could both look for a job. Sean dumped him for whatever reason. He must have wanted to be with the new twink first, or he saw Brett with Mr. Joe. He didn’t know which happened first, not that it really mattered. Sean was gone for good. He had lost patience with him and never really gave a damn about him. Not knowing when he would see a shower again, he jumped into the one in the room and cleaned up as fast as he could. Once dressed, he put his arms through the backpack straps. He tightened the straps around his waist, then the shoulder straps.
When he figured out he was more hurt than angry at Sean, he sat down on the bed and tears filled his eyes over his current dire situation. If he could find a way to become enraged, he’d feel better, but he wasn’t prepared for Sean dumping him in a cheap hotel room. He’d wanted to teach him a lesson.
Fuck it. And fuck Sean.
With great reluctance, he left the room, and started walking towards Galway. The dense gray clouds were low and moving fast, but he didn’t think much of it. He held his thumb out, hoping for a ride. Two leather clad men rode their motorcycles alongside him. They stopped and glared at him as if he were prey. Brett lowered his arm to his side and made a swift turn into the wooded area. The two men got off their bikes and ran after him. He outran them, making it to the creek nearby, then crossed over the footbridge to the other side, and followed the path to another spiraling, narrow road. When he looked behind, they weren’t chasing him anymore. He continued to run to a dirt road. He wondered why those two guys were chasing him. He didn’t want any part of them. This was why he needed to travel with someone. Anytime he was alone, he ran into problems. That was one of the reasons he’d wanted out of Dublin. There were people who hated him there. Sean said there was a damn good reason people hated him, but he’d put it all behind him in Galway.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much traffic, so he couldn’t hitch a ride. He didn’t mind walking, but he wanted to get there before it turned dark. If he could only find a place to eat, his pounding headache would feel better. He should have eaten before he set out. He was grateful he had water with him. It could have been worse. He would find a place to stay and use his emergency credit card. He was grateful he kept the card for emergencies; Brett always arranged an exit plan in the event he needed one. He didn’t trust anyone.
After walking for hours on the side of the country dirt road, he still hadn’t seen anything resembling a city. The huge trees swallowed him from the world. Where had he gone wrong?
He sat down and pulled out his phone. He had remembered a friendly Dom from Galway who’d told him at a BDSM camp that if he ran into trouble to call him, and he’d help him out. Luckily, he’d added Master Cleary’s information into his contacts, so he decided to call him.
“Cleary’s Pub, Master Cleary speaking.”
“Hello, this is Brett Dalton. We met at the BDSM camp.”
“I remember you, Brett. Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“Yes, sir. Some guy dumped me in a hotel, and I need a place to stay until I can find a job. Do you think you could help me?”
“Would that guy be Sean?”
“Yes, sir.” Brett had deliberately avoided telling him it was Sean, but Master Cleary was too important to him to lie when asked directly.
“I thought he collared you the last day at the camp. What happened?”
“That was only if I won at the competition. I lasted as his sub less than a day.”
“I see. You can stay at the pub. I have a room behind the bar. You can do some gardening for me until you find a proper job.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Do you need money right now? I can send you some. Where are you?”
“I was staying at Mulligan’s Hotel, but I have enough money to get there.” Brett found it difficult to seek help but asking for money before working for it was plain wrong. Master Cleary deserved more from him than begging for money he hadn’t earned.
“Just get your ass here as soon as you can.”
“I’m on a dirt country road. Will it take me to Galway?”
“What’s the name of the road?”
“North Dawson Place.”
“Keep going and you’ll be able to merge into the main road.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’m glad you called me. Stay safe.” Master Cleary ended the call.
Hearing Master Cleary’s voice gave him some hope. The man had listened to his life story. He could tell something had been bothering him and even though Master Cleary had two subs, he had taken the time to talk to him by the lake.
From the streets of Pompton Lakes, New Jersey, where I ruled as the eldest of five siblings, my life’s journey has been an adventure. After marrying my partner, we started a family and welcomed three amazing daughters into our lives. In 1973, the waves called, and we answered—moving to the sun-kissed beaches of sunny Huntington Beach, California. It was a dream come true.
Later, I married my loving second husband, and when family called, we packed up and headed to Indiana. Retirement opened a new chapter for me, filled with the laughter of my four adorable grandchildren and the company of two sweet cats. It’s a life full of love and completed goals.
For twenty-seven years, I taught at a Continuation High School in Los Angeles, California, where I shared my passion for learning with my students. I earned a Bachelor of Arts in History, a Secondary Social Science Credential, and a master’s degree in Secondary Reading and Secondary Education from California State University, Long Beach. I also took creative writing classes at UCLA, which helped fuel my love for storytelling.
Speaking of storytelling, I’ve been hooked on it since I was a kid. As a child, I’d spend Saturday afternoons writing novels while sipping on my grandmother’s homemade, comforting chicken soup. Even as a busy stay-at-home mom, I made time to write every day—it was my escape and my joy. Later, while teaching, I kept writing, though the demands of the classroom meant I had less time to devote to it.
Today, I’m a contemporary romance author who loves writing LGBTQ+ stories. My books often explore complex relationships and emotional journeys, with several series diving into BDSM dynamics. I also write MM romance without BDSM themes, focusing on engaging plots, well-developed characters, and plenty of steamy moments.
When I’m not writing, I’m indulging in my other passions. I’m an avid reader, always getting lost in new worlds and characters. I also love graphic design, where I get to blend art and technology to create something beautiful. And when it’s time to relax, I’m hooked on Turkish TV series—their rich stories and cultural depth totally captivate me. Each of my hobbies reflects my love of creativity, storytelling, and exploring new horizons.
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BDSM Camp #.5
Broken Trust #1
Irish Collar Series
