Here it is! The sequel you've all been waiting for! I've worked really hard on this so I hope you enjoy. It was an absolute labor of love. A few things to keep in mind. One - I am going to use a completely fictional and made up royal family. This is NO WAY imitates the current and real royal family. Please keep this in mind. Two - I decided to keep the title of Duke of Winchester. Again this in no way emulates the current Earl of Winchester in real life. A complete reminder that this is a fictional royal family. Jason's ancestor was a Duchess, so I feel completely justified in making him a Duke. So read on, and forget everything you think you know from when I wrote this before. It has been changed. Thanks! :)

"What I am about to disclose, Doc; it's extremely personal and confidential."

Jason's quiet voice carried easily to the psychiatrist sitting in the visitor's chair in Jason's penthouse office located in downtown London. Jason continued staring out at the rainy London skyline through his floor to ceiling windows as he continued. "If any of this gets out to the public, I will hold you personally responsible, because you will be the only one I've confided in.''

Jason now turned to face Dr. Theodore Nelson, a renowned psychiatrist that one of his friends praised as being the best in the business. But Jason still had a few trust issues when talking about his past. Except for one other person on this planet, no one knew of his past life with his mother, who is now thankfully dead. Her hold on him still affected his psyche sometimes and he wanted to break the cycle badly. And he knew the only way to do it was to talk to a professional.

"I take confidentiality very seriously, Your Grace."

Jason didn't think he'd ever get used to his inherited title. It's nice in some ways, the title of Duke of Winchester. It opened doors in England that weren't open otherwise, and it sounded good to business associates that wanted to work with him.

And it gave him more money in his accounts, which placed him amongst the top five percent of richest men in the world. Not bad for a man of twenty-nine years old.

Power and money were great in most respects and Jason had learned they made close bedfellows. No matter how rich he was, he knew he couldn't buy peace or happiness. If that were possible, he would have done it already.

He began having nightmares recently that brought back some of his most painful and abusive experiences with his mother. How his mother had a pain fetish, she liked either inducing pain or in some cases, receiving pain. Plus, how she preferred boys over men while playing out her S&M fantasies. The younger they were, the better she liked it. She stated the reason was because they were easier to train HER way. Jason had wanted more than anything to gain his mother's approval in the early years, but as time went on; he was blackmailed into continuing their sick relationship. She used his loyalty to her for her own purposes. It now caused him to have problems getting close to any women. Once he saw that a dating relationship was beginning to progress, or that the woman held different expectations than he did regarding where the relationship was headed, he stopped it in its tracks and moved on.

He knew he broke a few hearts along the way and hated that, but it's better to do that now than for them to find out about his past. They would really hate him then. He was certain of it.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he glared at the doctor, his voice taking on an edge.

"Just know this Doc, I won't tolerate this turning up in some tabloid or in the news. I will disclose some very disturbing memories to you. Even crimes I have been forced to commit that could put me in a life sentence in a US federal penitentiary, and even death row in some states. So if this means you will turn me in to the police or cash this story in for money, you need to leave now."

"Your Grace..." Dr. Nelson leaned forward and met Jason's eyes. The man reminded him of a British version of Dr. Phil McGraw. Not in looks, but the way he conducted himself during the last ten sessions they have had together. "We have talked about many things except what is really at the heart of your problems because of your fear of punishment. Or maybe it's your fear of judgment from me. Let me assure you, unless I see you are in danger of harming yourself or someone else now, what you say to me will never leave this room. I am here to help you. I don't judge. You can be completely open with me."

Jason usually had a hard time trusting people, but he considered himself to have a very accurate BS radar. And this man seemed to be on the level.

And frankly, he really needed help from somebody! He was getting desperate.

"OK, but I warn ya Doc, it's not pretty."

"Believe me, there is nothing you can tell me that I haven't already dealt with."

Jason smirked at him, "I might be the first to surprise ya, Doc."

Dr. Theodore Nelson walked out the front doors of Teague International, contemplating his newest patient.

Jason Teague was an enigma, a puzzle that will take months or years to unravel. On the outside he looked like any other successful businessman that had made it to the top through family connections. He looked very much like a man that had it all together. Expensive Armani suits, a gold Rolex watch that periodically peeked out from his sleeve, a family heirloom ring he wears that has his family crest (passed down from his maternal grandfather, the previous Duke of Winchester), his hair, cut and styled perfectly, nails that were obviously professionally manicured on a regular basis, and perfect physical shape of an athlete, living on a large estate within a three story mansion.

But the outward appearance was just a façade. Dr. Nelson knew this from the beginning of their sessions and he was finally breaking through to the first layer of Jason's psyche.

The Duke was right, but he would never admit it. This might be more than he had bargained for. He would probably place Jason Teague amongst the top ten worst cases of child abuse he had ever heard of. He had monsters within the closet of his mind just like most children do, except Jason Teague's were real memories, not imagined fears. And Jason Teague had no idea how to deal with the ghosts of his past. Nor how to continue living a normal life.

Dr. Nelson was determined to do all in his power to help each and every patient that came his way. And he knew the current Duke of Winchester needed more help than most.

It just goes to show you that abuse does not discriminate. It happens in wealthy families as well as poor families.

And Dr. Nelson knew he just scratched the surface with Jason Teague today. He looked forward to the challenge of what he can help the Duke get through in the future. This is his job and he was determined to do it to the best of his ability.

It was now 9:00 in the evening and as was his usual evening routine, Jason sat on his bed with his laptop on his lap, spreadsheets scattered all around him, and wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Jason had been told by some of his close friends that he needed to relax more and not work so much. But work was what kept the demons at bay and as long as his mind was occupied, he didn't have to deal with his past. And it caused him to become a notorious workaholic.

But eventually the demons came back, the ghosts of his past, and he stopped his work for a moment to take off his glasses and rub his tired eyes. He began thinking of his session today with Dr. Nelson and some of the painful memories Nelson was trying to pull out of him. This was usually the time he'd get dressed and go out into the city, disguised as a commoner, and find someone to dally with for the night. His "friends" didn't know he did this, and didn't know the lifestyle he sometimes took part in.

Did I actually think of the word "dally"? Damn! He was even beginning to sound British. He had to believe it was due to living in this country for the last seven years. He can adopt a commoner's accent just as easily as a Queen's English accent, which helped him blend in wherever he went while in disguise. Dodging paparazzi was not one of his favorite past-times. But he was forced to do so after that stupid magazine article last month named him England's second most eligible bachelor. Right behind his cousin Prince Darwin in the votes. Well, third cousin, but who's counting?

He honestly wished sometimes he would have grown up poor, just so he could be a nobody and just walk the streets as himself. He was practically a celebrity in England now, and he can't show his true self to the public.

His mother made damn sure of that.

(Earlier that day during therapy session)

"Now let's get to the heart of the matter, shall we? Tell me about your mother." Dr. Nelson had asked directly.

Jason smirked while staring down into his glass of scotch, swirling it a bit while he thought about it. "What's to tell Doc? She was a controlling, manipulative bitch of a woman that kept me tied to her through money or sex."

"Your mother forced you to have sex with her? Or with others?"

"See... that's the thing. I don't know if you can call it 'forced'. What really gets me is that I actually enjoyed what she did! So what kind of freak does that make me?"

"Well, for one thing you didn't quite answer my question. Did your mother have sex with you?"

Jason gulped the rest of his scotch, winced when he swallowed and stared at his glass. Dr. Nelson noticed Jason's hand tremble slightly.

"Yes…" Jason answered quietly.

"When did it start?" The doctor asked kindly, "How old were you the first time?"

Jason pinned his gaze on the doctor and answered matter-of-factly, "Fourteen."

"Jason... I'm sorry, may I call you Jason?"

Jason nodded his acceptance as he poured another scotch and listened to what the doctor had to say, "Listen very carefully. She manipulated you Jason. She did rape you. You did say you were fourteen when you first had sexual intercourse with Genevieve? Correct?"

Jason nodded again and sipped his drink, needing the shot of alcohol to get through what would inevitably be a stressful recounting of his past.

"Jason... if you believe nothing else, believe this. You were a victim of a very manipulative and calculating pedophile."

Jason snorted and answered, "I never really thought of her in that light. As a pedophile I mean."

"Well that's exactly what she was. Think about it. You were under the legal age for consent, you were her son... her job was to protect you, to nurture you, to love you... what she did was wrong on so many levels that it would take me years to go over all of it. But I want to drill it into your head right now that it's not your fault."

"How can I believe that Doc?"

"Please, do me a favor and call me Ted."

"Sure... Ted. At fourteen, I was already taller and stronger than my mother, so how can I believe I was a victim? I could have stopped it at any time. But I didn't. And in a strange way… I liked the attention. Is that fucked up or what?"

"No you couldn't stop it because a fourteen year old boy's body will react to any sexual stimuli given or received. At that age, your hormone driven body was having a circus in your pants and Genevieve knew that and used you and your reactions to further her own agenda...at that age, any touch, any caress would have jump started your body against your will."

"But why couldn't I say no, Ted? Why didn't I say no?" Jason asked in a somewhat tortured voice.

"Jason, you're going to drive yourself crazy about things in the past you can't change. First you need to forgive yourself. I think that's a lot of your problem; that you want to continue to beat yourself for events you couldn't control. And probably why you have control issues now in your present. Genevieve knew you so well that she knew exactly what strings to pull to make you her puppet. You were a victim. I cannot stress that enough." The doctor watched as his words sank into the Duke of Winchester's brain, and then he asked gently, "The first time this began, what happened? How did that start?"

Jason became edgy as he shook his head in disbelief, "Seriously? You want me to tell you my best kept secret? Just bare my fucking soul right here and now so you can write a book about it maybe?"

Dr. Nelson sighed inwardly. Jason's trust issues were going to be tough to deal with. He had to find some way to get the Duke to believe him and trust in him, or else they'll never make any kind of breakthrough. "Jason, I signed your confidentiality agreement, and you signed mine. Besides, I have no intention of writing any books and you're dodging the question, which seems to be a habit of yours. If you don't get this out in the open, it's going to continue eating you up inside like a cancer."

They were quiet while Jason sat in the visitor's chair opposite the doctor. He gulped down a little more liquid courage and seemed to be lost in thought. Nelson waited patiently as Jason murmured, "It was kind of our version of the 'bird and bees' talk, I guess. The maid found some skin mags I had hidden under my bed. Mother was confronting me about it… and I honestly thought I was in trouble, you know? Most mothers would freak. But she didn't. Not at all. She actually seemed kind of… proud!" Jason shook his head in derision of that memory.

"Proud in what way?" Nelson queried.

"She said I was on my way to becoming a man now… that the hair I was starting to grow under my arms and on my... um… balls and my chest were the physical changes that proved that… and then she described how a guy gets aroused with what he sees, that they're visual creatures. So she would actually buy me a subscription if I wanted it. And then she said the damndest thing I'll never forget."

Jason looked up at the doctor, cleared his throat and looked back down at his lap again, his finger running up and down the crease on his pants leg. "She said… that she wouldn't be much of a mother if she didn't show me herself what it was about. But it would have to stay between the two of us."

"And it started that night?"

"No, the next night. Frankly, I'm not comfortable with going into details with you right now Doc… but let's just say it progressed from touching to fondling to intercourse pretty quick… and eventually it became a nightly thing. The only break I got was when she was out of town for a few nights for some charity fundraiser, or if I was at a friend's house. I learned very early on how to work a woman's body. And now sometimes actual intimacy… sickens me in a way. And I don't want to grow old and lonely."

Dr. Nelson just jotted some notes on his legal pad and nodded for Jason to continue, which he did. "And then one day, dear old Dad walked in on us… now that was a mortifying moment. And it was kind of a relief in a way because I thought surely he'd stop it, that he'd step in and do something about it… But he didn't. He simply packed up and left."

Jason spoke angrily through gritted teeth, "He left me there with HER. Never tried to get me out of there, never contacted me again until years later. The sick bastard left me to a fate worse than death Doc. And I hated him for years. I hated my mother for the sick shit she dealt out on me. I honestly wanted to kill them both."

When Jason paused, Dr. Nelson prodded, "Go on…"

"As time went on, her tastes got… darker. Bondage, S&M, inflicting pain and pleasure when she saw fit… It kind of became my punishment if I refused to do as she said… and then I got to where I really got off on it, but at the same time the shame and guilt really messed with my head."

"Because you were receiving pleasure from an act that to the outside world is taboo… again, I'll repeat, she manipulated you in that way Jason… Let me ask this. If you didn't do as she told you, how would she respond? If you think about it, I think this would give you your answer as to why you wouldn't or couldn't turn her down."

Jason gulped the last of his scotch and then answered, "What would she do? She used to tell me that I'd be turned out in the street with nothing but the clothes on my back. I'd be disinherited, destitute, forced to do things like sell my body to get money in a hurry." Jason looked the doctor in the eye and continued, "And that was IF I was lucky. You didn't see her when I really pissed her off."

"And you don't think that was exactly what she was doing to you anyway? Because of her, you were already cashing in your body to keep a roof over your head."

Jason thought about that and murmured, "Yeah, I guess it was. But at that time, I didn't see it that way."

"As long as you kept her happy, she rewarded you. She bought you a new car, right?"

Jason bitterly answered, "Hell yeah. A Lamborghini. Payment for services rendered, one might say."

Dr. Nelson ignored the bitterness as he continued prodding, "And she seemed to know exactly where you were at all times right?"

"Yeah...so, what are you getting at, Doc? And how did you know that?"

The doctor shrugged, "It's what abusers do. They have to keep the power and control in their favor. My best educated guess is she probably had a GPS device on your car. In her mind, I would bet she viewed you as her property; in some ways as a personal slave …she owned you and knew it. She couldn't allow you to have any kind of control for yourself because if you had even a small amount, she would feel like she lost all control and that was not tolerated. She 'allowed' you to go out and have fun and party and drink and be merry... for a price. Am I hitting it pretty close?"

Jason nodded again, still really not that comfortable with verbalizing every atrocity done to him.

"As long as you kept her happy, as long as you were at her beck and call, you could do as you wanted otherwise, correct?"

Jason stood and went to the wet bar in his office, pouring another scotch and taking another gulp. He stared off into the distance.

"Doc….. How can I have any kind of relationship with a woman when I'm scared to death of her finding out about my past and being disgusted by it? Or what if I do find that odd person that actually forgives that and then we have kids?" Jason turned back to the doctor, his eyes almost pleading, "I have this terrible fear that I will... do the same thing. Like I wouldn't be able to control myself -what if it's in my bloodline? Or it's genetic, or something that I CAN'T control? What if I damage a kid of mine the way I was damaged?"

"You're doing the right thing in talking about it and getting help ahead of time." Ted stood and faced his patient as he quietly continued, "You've heard the phrase that you can't change what you don't acknowledge?"

"Yeah, I've seen the Dr. Phil show a few times." Jason joked, reminding the psychiatrist of how he made Dr. Phil references when they first met.

"Well, he's absolutely right. You acknowledge the fact that a lot of victims of sexual abuse become abusers themselves. You are taking the first steps in stopping that cycle and for what it's worth, I'm proud of you. And if you stick with me, I promise you I'll do all I can to help you. I'll present every single resource I can possibly offer you to help you lead a normal healthy life in the future."

Jason turned to face the doctor with a slight smile, "I appreciate that Ted. I need all the help I can get."

"It's not going to be easy Jason. You'll have to start judging right from wrong on your own, not with the yardstick your mother or father taught you. There are a few things that are black and white. For instance, if it's illegal, it's wrong. That's black and white. Other things will have to go by what your gut is telling you. If it doesn't make you feel like a better person when you lay down to sleep at night, it's probably wrong for you and you'll need to stay away from that behavior. I won't necessarily be teaching you right from wrong, but help you to figure out what is right or wrong, good or bad, for you."

Ted checked his watch and he sighed, "And unfortunately, our time is up. I'll keep our appointments as my last appointment of the day for each session so we can work on these issues as long as you need to. In the meantime…" Dr. Nelson scribbled something on a pad of paper and tore off the top sheet, passing it to Jason, "This prescription should help you sleep."

Jason took the paper hesitantly. He hated drugs. But he might not have a choice right now. His usual way of dealing with uncomfortable moments was to crack a joke, so he shrugged and quipped, "Well at 500 pounds an hour, I would think you'd clear your schedule completely. You'll become a rich man off of me."

"Jason... the money is always nice, but for me it means nothing. I genuinely want to help and I'm here because I want to be, not because you pay me. I never take on a client that I don't want to help."

Ted picked up his briefcase and asked, "Same time Thursday?"

"Yeah, but next time, we'll do this at my home instead of here. My staff at home is a lot more discreet than the employees here."

"I'll meet you at the manor this time Thursday then. Don't be late."

Jason walked him to the elevator and then went back into his office to collect what he needed, call his driver to pick him up at the front doors, and then he left.

Now that Jason was at home and his work on his lap forgotten, he began to see that Dr. Nelson seemed to really want to help him. And if he really does help him get out of this mental nightmare, he'd be almost willing to kiss the man.

Almost... but not quite.