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Story Summaries
His Roman Master 1 : The Kidnapping
When Roman Legionaire Commander Septimus sets eyes on a beautiful young “woman”, he never suspects what he has gotten himself into. The lovely, defiant, and decidedly male Laliya is not at all pleased to be taken in the night from his sleepy village in the foothills of northern Mesopotamia.
At first, the young man is reluctant and ashamed to have been castrated. In his rural home he is mocked and reviled for he is unable to fulfill his traditional role as a man and marry. Septimus wins the boy's trust by accepting him for what he is and the slave quickly warms to his proud and handsome master. How could he not when the Roman puts so much effort into seducing him?
WARNING: This story contains graphic gay sex (m/m), kidnapping, mentions of castration, and Master/slave relationships.
Excerpt:
"With difficulty, Septimus stepped back from the dazed man and began to pull the pale blue cotton tunic over his head. Laliya would have protested had his head not been reeling from his Dominus' attentions. As it was, he still had the good sense to cup his hands protectively over his aching cock as he stood for the Roman's inspection.
Throwing the tunic to the corner of the tent without bothering to fold it, Septimus drank in the sight of his new acquisition. Oh but this would not do, the boy was clearly painfully embarrassed, trying to cover himself and failing terribly. “Delictus drop your hands; do not hide from me.”
And here it was, the moment when his secret would be plain for his Master to see. He prepared himself for the laughter and the disgust he would surely see in the Roman's eyes. Slowly, terribly ashamed, he lowered his hands and dropped them to his sides. He couldn't bring himself to meet his Dominus' eyes for fear of what he would see. Septimus was entirely ignorant to this inner turmoil and simply drank in the sight of the lovely boy. He was thin, yes, but still wonderfully fit and lightly muscular in a way that aroused him terribly. It was a wonder that he was so smooth and hairless as well. There were clear tufts of black hair under his arms, a light smattering on his legs, and a small fine thatch surrounding that lovely pink cock but he was smooth beyond that.
Something was off, Septimus couldn't quite place his finger on it but then he realized suddenly what was missing. “You're a eunuch Laliya,” he said simply."
At first, the young man is reluctant and ashamed to have been castrated. In his rural home he is mocked and reviled for he is unable to fulfill his traditional role as a man and marry. Septimus wins the boy's trust by accepting him for what he is and the slave quickly warms to his proud and handsome master. How could he not when the Roman puts so much effort into seducing him?
WARNING: This story contains graphic gay sex (m/m), kidnapping, mentions of castration, and Master/slave relationships.
Excerpt:
"With difficulty, Septimus stepped back from the dazed man and began to pull the pale blue cotton tunic over his head. Laliya would have protested had his head not been reeling from his Dominus' attentions. As it was, he still had the good sense to cup his hands protectively over his aching cock as he stood for the Roman's inspection.
Throwing the tunic to the corner of the tent without bothering to fold it, Septimus drank in the sight of his new acquisition. Oh but this would not do, the boy was clearly painfully embarrassed, trying to cover himself and failing terribly. “Delictus drop your hands; do not hide from me.”
And here it was, the moment when his secret would be plain for his Master to see. He prepared himself for the laughter and the disgust he would surely see in the Roman's eyes. Slowly, terribly ashamed, he lowered his hands and dropped them to his sides. He couldn't bring himself to meet his Dominus' eyes for fear of what he would see. Septimus was entirely ignorant to this inner turmoil and simply drank in the sight of the lovely boy. He was thin, yes, but still wonderfully fit and lightly muscular in a way that aroused him terribly. It was a wonder that he was so smooth and hairless as well. There were clear tufts of black hair under his arms, a light smattering on his legs, and a small fine thatch surrounding that lovely pink cock but he was smooth beyond that.
Something was off, Septimus couldn't quite place his finger on it but then he realized suddenly what was missing. “You're a eunuch Laliya,” he said simply."
His Roman Master 2 : The Punishment
In this second installment, we follow Septimus and his pretty young slave as the Roman army prepares for the battle of Carrhae. Laliya and his Dominus have become very close and the younger man has lost all of his earlier trepidation when it comes to sexual pursuits. By this time they have managed to scandalize the entire camp with their nighttime activities and keep everyone awake besides. Septimus believes that he has created a monster by introducing Laliya to the carnal pleasures that life holds. The kindly master tries to give his slave “days off” for his poor abused bottom to heal but said slave will have none of it and almost always manages to seduce the large, muscular Roman by the end of the day.
Septimus is not the only one who has noticed how lovely Laliya is. The boy unwittingly has half of the camp eating out of the palm of his hand. They adore the kind-hearted waif and feel rather big brotherly towards him. Not all of the Romans have such wholesome desires. Marinus, one of Septimus' captains, has been sexually harassing the pretty young slave and trying to tempt him into bed. This time, he goes too far and Septimus catches him at his games. Will the commander believe the new slave that he adores or one of his oldest friends?
WARNINGS: This story contains explicit sexual scenes between two men, attempted rape, corporal punishment, sadism and masochism, and salad tossing.
Excerpt:
"He had already decided not to try and silence his exclamations of pain, considering that the men may feel that his Dominus was going easy on him if he did not cry out. The second lash hit him just under the first and already his body ached. He reveled in the sensation, letting it fill his mind and replace the memory of another man's cock against his ass. The pain became all encompassing with the third and fourth lash and he imagined that Septimus would be able to feel the heat radiating from the aching marks.
Laliya had begun to cry out loudly, channeling all of his humiliated pain into the sound. He felt so open and exposed but also oddly comforted. This was his Dominus' rod leaving hot, agonizing welts on his body, his Dominus' punishment wracking his slender form with every swing. He felt close to the man in a way that he had never experienced before, it was entirely unexpected. Laliya felt as if he were flying when the fifth lash came down, both lost in the sensation and oddly detached from it.
It was also unexpected that he felt himself become aroused. Despite the humiliation of being watched by so many pairs of eyes, or maybe because of it, Laliya felt himself harden as each stroke of the cane heightened his pain and also his pleasure. It was an oddly intimate moment between himself and Septimus, made more intimate by the crowd of people watching the proceedings. Laliya was lost in his own small world, caught between his aching erection pressed hard against the tree and his master's sure hand. "
Septimus is not the only one who has noticed how lovely Laliya is. The boy unwittingly has half of the camp eating out of the palm of his hand. They adore the kind-hearted waif and feel rather big brotherly towards him. Not all of the Romans have such wholesome desires. Marinus, one of Septimus' captains, has been sexually harassing the pretty young slave and trying to tempt him into bed. This time, he goes too far and Septimus catches him at his games. Will the commander believe the new slave that he adores or one of his oldest friends?
WARNINGS: This story contains explicit sexual scenes between two men, attempted rape, corporal punishment, sadism and masochism, and salad tossing.
Excerpt:
"He had already decided not to try and silence his exclamations of pain, considering that the men may feel that his Dominus was going easy on him if he did not cry out. The second lash hit him just under the first and already his body ached. He reveled in the sensation, letting it fill his mind and replace the memory of another man's cock against his ass. The pain became all encompassing with the third and fourth lash and he imagined that Septimus would be able to feel the heat radiating from the aching marks.
Laliya had begun to cry out loudly, channeling all of his humiliated pain into the sound. He felt so open and exposed but also oddly comforted. This was his Dominus' rod leaving hot, agonizing welts on his body, his Dominus' punishment wracking his slender form with every swing. He felt close to the man in a way that he had never experienced before, it was entirely unexpected. Laliya felt as if he were flying when the fifth lash came down, both lost in the sensation and oddly detached from it.
It was also unexpected that he felt himself become aroused. Despite the humiliation of being watched by so many pairs of eyes, or maybe because of it, Laliya felt himself harden as each stroke of the cane heightened his pain and also his pleasure. It was an oddly intimate moment between himself and Septimus, made more intimate by the crowd of people watching the proceedings. Laliya was lost in his own small world, caught between his aching erection pressed hard against the tree and his master's sure hand. "
His Roman Master 3: The Claiming
The year is 53 B.C. when Roman Legionaire Commander Septimus sets eyes on a beautiful young "woman". He never suspects what he has gotten himself into by capturing the lovely, defiant, and decidedly male Laliya (who was not at all pleased to be taken in the night from his sleepy, rural village in the foothills of northern Mesopotamia.)
In this third and final segment of their story, we follow Septimus and his beautiful slave as they brave the battle at Carrhae, take on a dastardly soldier who seeks to capture Laliya for himself, and see the two of them finally return to Rome, the land of Septimus' birth. Leaving the army brings up new challenges and benefits in their relationship and causes them both to ask themselves whether or not its right for a slave to love his Master and for that Master to love his slave.
WARNINGS: This story contains explicit sexual scenes between two men, attempted rape, sadism and masochism, possessiveness, and nipple piercing for sexual pleasure.
Excerpt:
"The Roman grasped the hem of the slave's tunic and pulled the garment over his head, leaving Laliya nude with his long black hair looking decidedly messy. He plucked the large silver ring from where it had been placed on the bedsheets and clasped it snugly around the boy's half-hard length before the younger man was any the wiser. With a few short strokes of his hand, he brought the slave to full-mast and ensured that the cock-ring would remain where it had been placed.
Satisfied, Septimus descended on the boy and took his lips in a bruising kiss that was just as much teeth as it was tongue. With one hand, he grasped Laliya's thin wrists, securing his hands behind his back as his other hand snuck between them to caress a dusky pink nipple. The boy thrust his chest outwards seeking to garner more of the pleasurable sensation and the Roman complied, pinching and rolling the nub between a thumb and forefinger.
Feeling that it was prudent to release the young man's lips so that he might breathe for a time, Septimus nipped and sucked his way down the column of his throat and the flat, sculpted plains of his chest. When at last his prize was in reach, he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth and bit down cruelly, shocking a loud exclamation of pleasure from Laliya's plump red lips. Using teeth and tongue, he continued to torment the boy by switching between the two sensitive nubs until both were swollen and throbbing.
Equally sore and needy was the slave's now insistent erection which swelled against the confines of the silver ring. Knowing that the boy couldn't come at all until the clasp was released, Septimus gave into his sadistic urges and pressed Laliya back on the bed. He slid down that nude, lithe body until he could easily take the red, weeping erection into his mouth. Laliya positively quaked in pleasure as his bound cock was cruelly sucked. He thrust up into that warm mouth, seeking completion but never finding it."
In this third and final segment of their story, we follow Septimus and his beautiful slave as they brave the battle at Carrhae, take on a dastardly soldier who seeks to capture Laliya for himself, and see the two of them finally return to Rome, the land of Septimus' birth. Leaving the army brings up new challenges and benefits in their relationship and causes them both to ask themselves whether or not its right for a slave to love his Master and for that Master to love his slave.
WARNINGS: This story contains explicit sexual scenes between two men, attempted rape, sadism and masochism, possessiveness, and nipple piercing for sexual pleasure.
Excerpt:
"The Roman grasped the hem of the slave's tunic and pulled the garment over his head, leaving Laliya nude with his long black hair looking decidedly messy. He plucked the large silver ring from where it had been placed on the bedsheets and clasped it snugly around the boy's half-hard length before the younger man was any the wiser. With a few short strokes of his hand, he brought the slave to full-mast and ensured that the cock-ring would remain where it had been placed.
Satisfied, Septimus descended on the boy and took his lips in a bruising kiss that was just as much teeth as it was tongue. With one hand, he grasped Laliya's thin wrists, securing his hands behind his back as his other hand snuck between them to caress a dusky pink nipple. The boy thrust his chest outwards seeking to garner more of the pleasurable sensation and the Roman complied, pinching and rolling the nub between a thumb and forefinger.
Feeling that it was prudent to release the young man's lips so that he might breathe for a time, Septimus nipped and sucked his way down the column of his throat and the flat, sculpted plains of his chest. When at last his prize was in reach, he sucked a pert nipple into his mouth and bit down cruelly, shocking a loud exclamation of pleasure from Laliya's plump red lips. Using teeth and tongue, he continued to torment the boy by switching between the two sensitive nubs until both were swollen and throbbing.
Equally sore and needy was the slave's now insistent erection which swelled against the confines of the silver ring. Knowing that the boy couldn't come at all until the clasp was released, Septimus gave into his sadistic urges and pressed Laliya back on the bed. He slid down that nude, lithe body until he could easily take the red, weeping erection into his mouth. Laliya positively quaked in pleasure as his bound cock was cruelly sucked. He thrust up into that warm mouth, seeking completion but never finding it."
Breaking the Beast : A Homoerotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (now free on Allromance)
Beaumont is an extravagant size queen who caters to the lecherous nobility as a paid whore. When he is robbed and left in the middle of the French countryside he finds aid in the form of Auberon, a cursed nobleman.
The noble immediately becomes attached to the beautiful young man who shares his sexual predilections. For all that Beau is a size-queen, he's also a frightful sadist. Through his help, Auberon manages to get over his physical insecurities and embrace his inner submissive.
WARNING: This story contains graphic m/m sex, sadism and masochism, bondage, and mention of very angry vindictive witches.
Excerpt:
"Beau's hand crept steadily up his thigh and was getting painfully close to his more private areas and he tried to think of anything else to say to put the boy off. "The...uhm...gardens are particularly lovely this time of year, perhaps you'd like to take a short walk?"
Beau simply grinned wickedly at him, somehow making a smile into something sexual. "I did have an idea for a way to pass the time..." the young man trailed off and though it didn't seem possible, scooted closer still to Auberon's side. "You see, when I've had a trying day there's only one thing that makes me feel better." He waited until the large man could stand the silence no longer and asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer, "what might that be?"
"Oh, I find being fucked very therapeutic. It always puts me in a better mood," Beau replied, clearly taking satisfaction in his discomfort. He put a lot of effort into not groaning aloud at that simple statement. He knew that the beautiful boy wasn't fooled in the least, his hand was close enough to Auberon's growing erection that it would be obvious to him how much he approved of such an idea."
The noble immediately becomes attached to the beautiful young man who shares his sexual predilections. For all that Beau is a size-queen, he's also a frightful sadist. Through his help, Auberon manages to get over his physical insecurities and embrace his inner submissive.
WARNING: This story contains graphic m/m sex, sadism and masochism, bondage, and mention of very angry vindictive witches.
Excerpt:
"Beau's hand crept steadily up his thigh and was getting painfully close to his more private areas and he tried to think of anything else to say to put the boy off. "The...uhm...gardens are particularly lovely this time of year, perhaps you'd like to take a short walk?"
Beau simply grinned wickedly at him, somehow making a smile into something sexual. "I did have an idea for a way to pass the time..." the young man trailed off and though it didn't seem possible, scooted closer still to Auberon's side. "You see, when I've had a trying day there's only one thing that makes me feel better." He waited until the large man could stand the silence no longer and asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer, "what might that be?"
"Oh, I find being fucked very therapeutic. It always puts me in a better mood," Beau replied, clearly taking satisfaction in his discomfort. He put a lot of effort into not groaning aloud at that simple statement. He knew that the beautiful boy wasn't fooled in the least, his hand was close enough to Auberon's growing erection that it would be obvious to him how much he approved of such an idea."
Hunted by Master- Amazon only
This story depicts an adult game of erotic "tag" played by a man and his pet.
When I was awoken in the dead of night by my Master, I knew I was in for some fun. He takes me to the woods to play a game with me, to hunt me for his sport. When he catches me he's going to mount me and NOT on his wall.
WARNING: This short fiction includes mentions of master/slave relationships, abuse of trees for sexual purposes, and explicit heterosexual sex.
When I was awoken in the dead of night by my Master, I knew I was in for some fun. He takes me to the woods to play a game with me, to hunt me for his sport. When he catches me he's going to mount me and NOT on his wall.
WARNING: This short fiction includes mentions of master/slave relationships, abuse of trees for sexual purposes, and explicit heterosexual sex.
The Pirate's Willing Captive
Kai is an orphan boy who grew up on the streets of the planetary megacity Bouron 3. His entire life has been a struggle to survive and to remain one step ahead of the syndicate run street gangs that would capture him and pimp him out because of his good looks. Kai has been living on the streets for as long as he can remember and spent his childhood running with a small gang of children. He was protected throughout his youth by a large, dark skinned boy of Tanithian descent named Ajal. Like his ancestors, he was a skilled fighter and easily lead the small gang of children under his protection, by all rights keeping them alive when they would have been unable to survive on their own.
Kai hasn't seen Ajal for eight long years after he disappears one day and never returns to the abandoned factory the kids were squatting. He is presumed dead by all but he continues to hope that maybe his childhood crush survived and will one day find him again. It is a childish dream and Kai moves on with his life as best as possible. While working at a diner, he is scouted by a man who recruits staff for the interplanetary cruiseline Stardust Industries. Glad to take a job that includes benefits and a much needed raise in pay he begins to work as a cook aboard one of their largest ships, The Meteor.
Barely a week into his new job, the ship is attacked by a band of pirates eager to loot the rich bounty of the cruise ship. No stranger to fighting for his life, Kai arms herself with every intention of protecting his new found cash flow. However, everything changes when he has a chance encounter with the Tanithian captain of the pirate vessel who has a very familiar scar across the bridge of his long, thin nose...
WARNING: This story contains graphic homosexual sex, light bondage, pirates, and size queening.
Excerpt:
"Kai was lying on his side facing the interior wall of the bunk. He often slept this way so that friend never knew how it aroused him to sleep next to him. It presented his backside to Ajal and on this morning it seemed that the large man had capitalized on the opportunity. There was clearly a large, blunt object pressed between his buttocks and the auburn-haired man blushed as red as his hair when he understood exactly what was wedged in the crack of his ass.
Worse still, Ajal seemed to be in the throws of some erotic dream because he was insistently rubbing himself against Kai's softly clad backside. The younger man felt himself instantly harden, unable to stop himself from enjoying the attentions. He pressed himself back against that probing hardness, reveling in the sensation of having that huge cock pressed against him. From the feel alone it appeared that his friend's erection was proportional to his rather massive frame.
Kai shivered as he felt warm breath ghost across his ear. Ajal was lightly moaning in his sleep as he ground himself against the smaller man's supple bottom, completely oblivious to his actions or what effect those actions were having on the other. Driven by some primal need, the Tanithian tried to achieve a better angle for his rutting pleasure by tossing his leg over Kai and pressed him into the bed. Well pleased with himself, Ajal continued to thrust his hips against his friend and vocalize his enjoyment in deep moans and grunts."
Kai hasn't seen Ajal for eight long years after he disappears one day and never returns to the abandoned factory the kids were squatting. He is presumed dead by all but he continues to hope that maybe his childhood crush survived and will one day find him again. It is a childish dream and Kai moves on with his life as best as possible. While working at a diner, he is scouted by a man who recruits staff for the interplanetary cruiseline Stardust Industries. Glad to take a job that includes benefits and a much needed raise in pay he begins to work as a cook aboard one of their largest ships, The Meteor.
Barely a week into his new job, the ship is attacked by a band of pirates eager to loot the rich bounty of the cruise ship. No stranger to fighting for his life, Kai arms herself with every intention of protecting his new found cash flow. However, everything changes when he has a chance encounter with the Tanithian captain of the pirate vessel who has a very familiar scar across the bridge of his long, thin nose...
WARNING: This story contains graphic homosexual sex, light bondage, pirates, and size queening.
Excerpt:
"Kai was lying on his side facing the interior wall of the bunk. He often slept this way so that friend never knew how it aroused him to sleep next to him. It presented his backside to Ajal and on this morning it seemed that the large man had capitalized on the opportunity. There was clearly a large, blunt object pressed between his buttocks and the auburn-haired man blushed as red as his hair when he understood exactly what was wedged in the crack of his ass.
Worse still, Ajal seemed to be in the throws of some erotic dream because he was insistently rubbing himself against Kai's softly clad backside. The younger man felt himself instantly harden, unable to stop himself from enjoying the attentions. He pressed himself back against that probing hardness, reveling in the sensation of having that huge cock pressed against him. From the feel alone it appeared that his friend's erection was proportional to his rather massive frame.
Kai shivered as he felt warm breath ghost across his ear. Ajal was lightly moaning in his sleep as he ground himself against the smaller man's supple bottom, completely oblivious to his actions or what effect those actions were having on the other. Driven by some primal need, the Tanithian tried to achieve a better angle for his rutting pleasure by tossing his leg over Kai and pressed him into the bed. Well pleased with himself, Ajal continued to thrust his hips against his friend and vocalize his enjoyment in deep moans and grunts."
The Headmaster's Boy
You aren't supposed to want to be drilled through the floor by your best friend's father. You definitely aren't supposed to want it if he's married, the owner of your college, and the richest man in town. However, the details of wrong and right get a little fuzzy when he lures you to a fetish club in the middle of the night...
At a Christmas party for his small college, sprinter and new student Alex Cross meets and instantly falls for the incredibly handsome and stunningly virile Damian Lancaster. The very same Mr. Lancaster who both owns and presides over the private school as president. Alex is painfully aware of the difference in their social statuses and he convinces himself that there is no way this man, who is old enough to be his father and apparently happily married, could ever want to have a relationship with him.
Damian is of another mind. He's enchanted by the sweet naivety of the younger man and connives to have Alex all to himself. While he is well-versed in one night stands and other such brief
interludes within the local fetish community, he has never tried to take on a boy for his very own. Alex is only too willing to be his slave and it isn't long before Damian has the young man beneath him
and the two of them begin a torrid affair.
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of graphic gay (m/m) sex. It also contains an uneven power dynamic, descriptions of lengthy blowjobs, bondage, and attractive older men corrupting and using innocent college students who so totally want it.
Excerpt:
Damian's hand closed tight around his dick and Alex actually yelped in both surprise and deep enjoyment. It seemed absolutely impossible that the President of his college would have his hand down his pants and be providing him with a really well executed hand-job but it was happening."Well two can play at that game," Alex thought through a wicked haze of please. There was absolutely no way he was going to let Damian have all the fun.
It was a failure before he even started, he was awkward in the cuffs and as he tried to dip his hands down between them to fumble at the zipper on the other's jeans, Damian batted him away.He made a sound of indignant protest and tried again but was still repelled. Alex glanced at the older man and saw that his eyes were dancing with humor. He thrust up into that tight grip, unable to stop himself but still managed to exclaim, "you have to let me touch you!" in a tone of voice that came out as much more of a petulant whine than he had intended.
Laughing cruelly and clearly enjoying tormenting the younger man, Damian pulled himself up off of the slender form beneath him and sat up, his back pressed against the couch. "If you're so desperate
boy, get down on your knees in front of me."
Alex was entranced by the sight of the huge cock as it pressed firmly against the fabric, tight enough that he could see the swell of the head. Without realizing it, he leaned forward to get a closer look,
his own erection throbbing painfully in response. His lips felt strange and his mouth empty and he knew that he had to wrap his lips around that cock or he was going to go crazy waiting.
"Please can I have it?" Alex asked hopefully.
Damian simply considered him for several long moments, his own large hands massaging the obvious bulge through his jeans, his eyes dark with desire. Yet when he spoke, his voice was hard "that was a pathetic attempt at begging, boy. You can do better than that."
Alex looked up into the steely gaze and swallowed convulsively. He thought before carefully framing his words, "Please can I suck your cock? I need it in my mouth right now. You can do whatever you want, use me however you want just let me have your cock." He looked beseechingly at Damian but the man didn't appear swayed. "Please, Master!"
At a Christmas party for his small college, sprinter and new student Alex Cross meets and instantly falls for the incredibly handsome and stunningly virile Damian Lancaster. The very same Mr. Lancaster who both owns and presides over the private school as president. Alex is painfully aware of the difference in their social statuses and he convinces himself that there is no way this man, who is old enough to be his father and apparently happily married, could ever want to have a relationship with him.
Damian is of another mind. He's enchanted by the sweet naivety of the younger man and connives to have Alex all to himself. While he is well-versed in one night stands and other such brief
interludes within the local fetish community, he has never tried to take on a boy for his very own. Alex is only too willing to be his slave and it isn't long before Damian has the young man beneath him
and the two of them begin a torrid affair.
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of graphic gay (m/m) sex. It also contains an uneven power dynamic, descriptions of lengthy blowjobs, bondage, and attractive older men corrupting and using innocent college students who so totally want it.
Excerpt:
Damian's hand closed tight around his dick and Alex actually yelped in both surprise and deep enjoyment. It seemed absolutely impossible that the President of his college would have his hand down his pants and be providing him with a really well executed hand-job but it was happening."Well two can play at that game," Alex thought through a wicked haze of please. There was absolutely no way he was going to let Damian have all the fun.
It was a failure before he even started, he was awkward in the cuffs and as he tried to dip his hands down between them to fumble at the zipper on the other's jeans, Damian batted him away.He made a sound of indignant protest and tried again but was still repelled. Alex glanced at the older man and saw that his eyes were dancing with humor. He thrust up into that tight grip, unable to stop himself but still managed to exclaim, "you have to let me touch you!" in a tone of voice that came out as much more of a petulant whine than he had intended.
Laughing cruelly and clearly enjoying tormenting the younger man, Damian pulled himself up off of the slender form beneath him and sat up, his back pressed against the couch. "If you're so desperate
boy, get down on your knees in front of me."
Alex was entranced by the sight of the huge cock as it pressed firmly against the fabric, tight enough that he could see the swell of the head. Without realizing it, he leaned forward to get a closer look,
his own erection throbbing painfully in response. His lips felt strange and his mouth empty and he knew that he had to wrap his lips around that cock or he was going to go crazy waiting.
"Please can I have it?" Alex asked hopefully.
Damian simply considered him for several long moments, his own large hands massaging the obvious bulge through his jeans, his eyes dark with desire. Yet when he spoke, his voice was hard "that was a pathetic attempt at begging, boy. You can do better than that."
Alex looked up into the steely gaze and swallowed convulsively. He thought before carefully framing his words, "Please can I suck your cock? I need it in my mouth right now. You can do whatever you want, use me however you want just let me have your cock." He looked beseechingly at Damian but the man didn't appear swayed. "Please, Master!"
Schoolboy- Amazon only
Gabe should probably be embarrassed about the fact that he's twenty years old and still a high-school senior but he has other things on his mind. Namely, the sexy teacher that everyone knows is gay. However Gabe runs into a problems here because, as far as the school knows, he's supposed to be 'Gabi', a female student.
In order to obtain a scholarship, Gabe faked his gender and has been crossdressing since the first day of school. Which is only a problem because there's no way his very gay teacher would want to have anything to do with a female student.
After quite literally exposing his secret in a bid to seduce the older man into bed, Gabe realizes he's made a horrible mistake. He thought his strict but mild-mannered Biology teacher would be just as mild-mannered in bed. The boy is in for a world of hurt when Cameron punishes his student for trying to seduce him in class.
Gabe was desperate to sleep with his teacher and Cameron kindly obliges, only he's much rougher and demanding than the boy could have imagined. Far from upset at this, Gabe embraces his inner submissive and learns that accepting punishment can lead to amazing rewards.
Warning: This story contains graphic m/m sex between two consenting adults, it also includes corporal punishment, cross-dressing, shameless abuse of panties, and good, old fashioned desk sex.
EXCERPT:
"The beginning of the day went by excruciatingly slow for Gabe, it felt like it had been days and not merely hours. When the bell rang to release him from the class before Biology, he actually gave a whoop and dashed from the room. In fact, by the time he made it to the outer building where the science labs were, he wasn't paying any attention. He zoomed around the corner to the Biology room so quickly that he ran smack dab into a figure trying to get to the room from the other direction. Gabe, being a fairly small boy, rebounded off the man, and hit the floor with a loud crash.
The menace's books and papers went flying, but more importantly, he went flying and so did his pleated school skirt. This was not a good thing. Gabe looked at the person he had smacked into and was actually quite glad to see that it was actually Camron. In fact, by the way the man was staring at something below his waist and above his thighs, Gabe assumed that he couldn't have executed this 'unveiling' more theatrically.
Cameron was just standing there, his mouth gaping with strange rabid thoughts running laps through his head, 'Gabi is not a girl, he's is a boy. I like boys, and I also like Gabi. He looks so cute lying on the floor like that. Makes me want to...wait...no! Gabi is a student! But he's of legal age...HE'S STILL A STUDENT..." and so on and so forth.
Taking the older man's silence as a good sign, Gabe sat up slowly whilst covering his bits again with the hem of the skirt. "Oh how clumsy of me! I didn't mean to run into you, honest." He started picking up his fallen books and papers, before hoisting himself up. With a finger, he closed Cameron's gaping mouth and couldn't help letting a dark chuckle escape.
He deepened his voice for emphasis, "what a naughty boy I've been, not wearing panties today. I suppose I shall have to be punished. But not now, of course, class is starting." And with that, he flounced up to Cameron, planted a kiss on his cheek, and continued into the Biology room, leaving a very stunned teacher in his wake."
In order to obtain a scholarship, Gabe faked his gender and has been crossdressing since the first day of school. Which is only a problem because there's no way his very gay teacher would want to have anything to do with a female student.
After quite literally exposing his secret in a bid to seduce the older man into bed, Gabe realizes he's made a horrible mistake. He thought his strict but mild-mannered Biology teacher would be just as mild-mannered in bed. The boy is in for a world of hurt when Cameron punishes his student for trying to seduce him in class.
Gabe was desperate to sleep with his teacher and Cameron kindly obliges, only he's much rougher and demanding than the boy could have imagined. Far from upset at this, Gabe embraces his inner submissive and learns that accepting punishment can lead to amazing rewards.
Warning: This story contains graphic m/m sex between two consenting adults, it also includes corporal punishment, cross-dressing, shameless abuse of panties, and good, old fashioned desk sex.
EXCERPT:
"The beginning of the day went by excruciatingly slow for Gabe, it felt like it had been days and not merely hours. When the bell rang to release him from the class before Biology, he actually gave a whoop and dashed from the room. In fact, by the time he made it to the outer building where the science labs were, he wasn't paying any attention. He zoomed around the corner to the Biology room so quickly that he ran smack dab into a figure trying to get to the room from the other direction. Gabe, being a fairly small boy, rebounded off the man, and hit the floor with a loud crash.
The menace's books and papers went flying, but more importantly, he went flying and so did his pleated school skirt. This was not a good thing. Gabe looked at the person he had smacked into and was actually quite glad to see that it was actually Camron. In fact, by the way the man was staring at something below his waist and above his thighs, Gabe assumed that he couldn't have executed this 'unveiling' more theatrically.
Cameron was just standing there, his mouth gaping with strange rabid thoughts running laps through his head, 'Gabi is not a girl, he's is a boy. I like boys, and I also like Gabi. He looks so cute lying on the floor like that. Makes me want to...wait...no! Gabi is a student! But he's of legal age...HE'S STILL A STUDENT..." and so on and so forth.
Taking the older man's silence as a good sign, Gabe sat up slowly whilst covering his bits again with the hem of the skirt. "Oh how clumsy of me! I didn't mean to run into you, honest." He started picking up his fallen books and papers, before hoisting himself up. With a finger, he closed Cameron's gaping mouth and couldn't help letting a dark chuckle escape.
He deepened his voice for emphasis, "what a naughty boy I've been, not wearing panties today. I suppose I shall have to be punished. But not now, of course, class is starting." And with that, he flounced up to Cameron, planted a kiss on his cheek, and continued into the Biology room, leaving a very stunned teacher in his wake."
His Majesty's Concubine: The Prince's Eunuch
Camille, the son of a wealthy merchant, never expects to be sold as an indentured slave to a brothel. However that is exactly what happens when his father dies and Camille himself is seized in order to repay the debt. It's hardly a consolation that it's the nicest brothel in town, it's still a whorehouse. Struggling with his change from pampered son to prostitute, Camille is set before a handsome man who takes his breath away.
Andreas is handsome and salacious, he has used his position as heir to his brother's throne to sleep his way through half of the eligible young nobles in his court. Having returned from several years spent abroad, he finds the gentry fleeing from him. Desperate for release, he seeks out the company of a paid companion. Andreas is stuck by Camille's beauty at first glance and, after spending the night with the him, he discovers that he wants to own the beautiful boy at whatever cost.
Warning: This story contains graphic gay (m/m) sex, bondage, masochism, brief descriptions of castration, Princely trickery, and androgyny
Excerpt:
The guest was clearly wealthy, that was something he could tell from a simple glance. He wore a dark blue coat over a white linen shirt and well fitted trousers that showed off his muscular form. He was also extremely handsome. Camille had always coveted a secret passion for tall aristocratic blondes.
He had barely any experience with romance but he had been pulled into an alcove for a quick kiss at a party in the palace that he had attended several years earlier. That young man had also been a tall blonde but this man was infinitely more masculine and confident than the lovely blonde boy who had stolen a kiss all those years ago.
It was partially that he was simply blessed with a face so gorgeous it made his knees weak. His shoulder-length golden blonde hair was fashionably pulled back in a low ponytail and secured with a blue velvet tie in the same shade as his coat. His face was every bit as handsome as the rest of him. The man's eyes were the bluest blue that Camille had ever seen and his square jaw was just so inherently masculine and appealing that he felt a need to lick his lips in anticipation. Clearly this customer styled himself with the full knowledge of how well he looked in that particular shade of navy and gold.
However there was also something about his manner that was magnetic. If it had just been his looks, he would have been handsome, surely, but not this attractive. He had a self assured manner that would come off as foolish arrogance in any lesser man but seemed perfectly suited to him. This blonde man was everything he was not, confident, wealthy, and so pale and golden that he put Camille in mind of the sun god. His nose was the only thing that made him seem human, it was ever so slightly off center in a way that spoke of being broken earlier in his life.
Camille had entered the room with terror in his heart and a deep desire not to be chosen as a companion. Now that he had stood before this handsome, powerful figure he found that he didn't want to see another chosen in his place. If he was going to sacrifice his virginity either way, he definitely wanted to spend his first night with this man. There was something about his demeanor that made the boy feel as if he would be a contentious lover if not a gentle one.
Camille knelt before the man in front of him, putting all of his feeling into the movement. Please see my value, please choose me, I promise to serve you in whatever way you want, just please choose me. Placing his palms out in front of him, he pressed his forehead to the floor in the most submissive of all bows.
Andreas is handsome and salacious, he has used his position as heir to his brother's throne to sleep his way through half of the eligible young nobles in his court. Having returned from several years spent abroad, he finds the gentry fleeing from him. Desperate for release, he seeks out the company of a paid companion. Andreas is stuck by Camille's beauty at first glance and, after spending the night with the him, he discovers that he wants to own the beautiful boy at whatever cost.
Warning: This story contains graphic gay (m/m) sex, bondage, masochism, brief descriptions of castration, Princely trickery, and androgyny
Excerpt:
The guest was clearly wealthy, that was something he could tell from a simple glance. He wore a dark blue coat over a white linen shirt and well fitted trousers that showed off his muscular form. He was also extremely handsome. Camille had always coveted a secret passion for tall aristocratic blondes.
He had barely any experience with romance but he had been pulled into an alcove for a quick kiss at a party in the palace that he had attended several years earlier. That young man had also been a tall blonde but this man was infinitely more masculine and confident than the lovely blonde boy who had stolen a kiss all those years ago.
It was partially that he was simply blessed with a face so gorgeous it made his knees weak. His shoulder-length golden blonde hair was fashionably pulled back in a low ponytail and secured with a blue velvet tie in the same shade as his coat. His face was every bit as handsome as the rest of him. The man's eyes were the bluest blue that Camille had ever seen and his square jaw was just so inherently masculine and appealing that he felt a need to lick his lips in anticipation. Clearly this customer styled himself with the full knowledge of how well he looked in that particular shade of navy and gold.
However there was also something about his manner that was magnetic. If it had just been his looks, he would have been handsome, surely, but not this attractive. He had a self assured manner that would come off as foolish arrogance in any lesser man but seemed perfectly suited to him. This blonde man was everything he was not, confident, wealthy, and so pale and golden that he put Camille in mind of the sun god. His nose was the only thing that made him seem human, it was ever so slightly off center in a way that spoke of being broken earlier in his life.
Camille had entered the room with terror in his heart and a deep desire not to be chosen as a companion. Now that he had stood before this handsome, powerful figure he found that he didn't want to see another chosen in his place. If he was going to sacrifice his virginity either way, he definitely wanted to spend his first night with this man. There was something about his demeanor that made the boy feel as if he would be a contentious lover if not a gentle one.
Camille knelt before the man in front of him, putting all of his feeling into the movement. Please see my value, please choose me, I promise to serve you in whatever way you want, just please choose me. Placing his palms out in front of him, he pressed his forehead to the floor in the most submissive of all bows.
