There was one taboo that was never to be broken.
He did it anyway.
Now he must Submit to the Master with everything he has!
Jason had warned him at the very beginning that there was one taboo never to be broken. He was also told what would happen if he broke it, but he did it anyway.
He was taken to a room in the basement where the walls were made of dark grey stone, almost like a dungeon. The floor was covered with black, dull tiles. Kyle did not dare lift his gaze, but he was able to see somewhat from the corner of his eyes. In the middle of the room was a small platform with two armchairs and a small table between. On the right wall was a steel table which ran along the entirety of the room behind the platform. Mounted on the wall were chains, cuffs, gags, plugs and dildos, and other things just waiting to be used.
Seeing Kyle nude and submissively kneeling between his legs was perfect.
“Dave is into hardcore BDSM, his dominance almost brutal. It’s the only way he knows. He has a good reputation as a Dom,” Jason explained casually.
Their open lips met, and all three of their tongues touched in an erotic game. Dave kissed Kyle eagerly, exerting his dominance for the first time as emotions welled up from the darkest corners of his mind. It was the first time the three of them had sex together, and Kyle was the object of their desire.
Dave was not ready to let another man f**k him. He was the aggressor… always.
“How great are the chances that you might want more of Dave than I’d like you to have?” Jason asked.
Kyle blinked, stunned. “Zero!”
“Are you sure?”
Kyle bent forward until his face was an inch from Jason’s. “Yes!”
Jason felt his heart pounding. He wasn’t sure about Kyle. And Dave was good, despite his dark side.
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Peter Kalin was born and raised at Beaux Arbres, his father’s plantation in the Northern Neck of the Commonwealth of Virginia. When it was discovered that Peter liked to sleep with men, a predilection frowned upon by elite society, Beauregard Michael Kalin had only one recourse. Disowned and banished, Peter Kalin purchased a small farm of his own and unwittingly became a stationmaster on the underground railroad system.
As any man, Peter could not predict where his road in life would lead, his path often determined by the decisions of others… the family patriarch, a man selling his farm, a rebellious slave, a parish minister… Robert E. Lee or President Lincoln. This is the story of Peter Kalin as he navigates his own road in 1850’s-60’s America.
How his farm had become a station, he didn’t know. Shortly after he bought the farm, just before dawn a woman knocked on his door. She asked for Mrs. Davenport and was shocked that she was no longer living there. She apologized for the intrusion and started to leave. But Peter did not return to his bed. Instead, he watched the woman sneak four people into his barn. He followed them, and when he entered, they were not to be seen. When he discovered a few bales of hay pushed aside in the rear of one of the stalls, he spied a trap door.
“Y’all better come on up out of there,” he shouted when he flipped it up. Slowly the woman and four strong ebony men emerged. They stood fearfully in a clump, not because Peter had caught them, but because his dog Rufus was at his heels and his teeth and fangs were bared. “Y’all are runaways, aren’t you,” he asked rhetorically. “You come a long way?” he inquired with a change in his tone.
“Yes, suh,” said the lady.
“Have you eaten?”
“Not since yesterday morning. Just some berries we found right before sunset.”
“I’ll be right back in a bit with some food for you.” He returned to the house and gathered some bowls, spoons, a large pot of freshly-made oatmeal, and some dried beef. “Here. You need some nourishment. Can’t have you on the run and starving.”
That was five years ago. Since then, many groups followed the drinking gourd to his farm. All Peter asked in return was that they dig out a little more of the underground hideaway. He added some rough beds so his guests didn’t have to sleep on the ground, and always kept enough food handy to make sandwiches for his over-day guests. At night he gave them the directions to Caleb Ross’s, the next station on their route north.
“Massuh Peter, Massuh Peter,” shouted a raspy voice as fists pounded on his door one September morning barely past sunup.
He opened the door to find Rastus, the Negro butler from his father’s plantation.
“My, you looking like a fine young man. Maryland doing you good, Sir.”
“Rastus, what are you doing here?”
“Delivering a present to you from yo’ daddy.” He stepped aside, and there was Bahu. “Seems your daddy just found out who it was that made you want to like men. He was going to cut his thing off, but I suggested he send Bahu to you instead. I mean, I may not have approved of what you guys did together, but I think yo’ daddy’s ideas of punishment are a little harsh for just wanting to find a little love.”
“How did Daddy find out?”
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Tired of the cold gray skies of the island of Manhattan, Sebastian longed for the clear blue skies of summer and the gentle beating of waves against distant island shores – like a hot August weekend on Fire Island at the Pines. So, he decided to take a few months away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis and head to Puerto Rico.
The flight wasn’t too bad once he saw the very attentive and absolutely gorgeous flight steward whose nametag said Ramón Ramirez. The uniform of dark blue Bermuda shorts, short-sleeved white oxford shirt, and dark blue bowtie revealed enough of the olive skin to make Sebastian visualize him totally naked, and he liked what he saw. Prior to take-off, Ramón was closing all the overhead storage bins and had to stand on his toes to rearrange some luggage above Sebastian’s aisle seat so the bin would lock properly. That put his crotch right in Sebastian’s face if Sebastian had been forward enough to turn his head and nuzzle. But the scent of pure manliness did tease Sebastian’s nostrils from the short distance nonetheless.
Later, taking beverage orders, he politely asked, “Would you and your family like to order something now?”
“Oh, we’re not a family. Ticketing just booked us all in the same row,” Sebastian said, with a glance at the mother and whiny child seated next to him.
“Pardon me, I should know better than to make that assumption.” He smiled the same gratuitous smile that all airline employees have when trying their best to give customers personalized service… a gentle raising of the corners of the mouth and a little flash of teeth. His were sparkling white. “What would you like?”
“You in the restroom right now alone with me,” was the thought that dashed across Sebastian’s mind. “Bourbon and water,” were the words that crossed his lips.
Sebastian silently admired the well-manicured hands of the steward. The brilliant white half-moons at the base of evenly trimmed nails contrasted with his skin tone. His arms were richly endowed with silky black hair that ended at his wrist but continued along the outside edge of his hands. Sebastian wondered if the chest was as pleasantly fuzzy, or as barren as his own chest. He had already admired the chest and nipples straining against the oxford shirt. This was stuff that fulfilled his fantasy sessions.
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Jason Montgomery is a wealthy businessman and martial arts instructor with a gnawing desire for the young man known as Kyle Brennon. The friendship between teacher and student quickly develops into a sizzling, turbulent relationship, and slowly but surely Jason prepares Kyle, through dominance and submission games, for a place in his unique world. For Kyle, it’s a sexual awakening like no other. For Jason, the slightest touch from his young prey weakens his self-control, and he has no idea how far and deep this will go.
Jason stopped him immediately by lifting his chin with one hand. He would be damned if he would let the inexperienced mouth near his crown jewels.
“As your Master, I can teach you anything,” he stated firmly.
“Will you teach me everything, Sir?” Kyle asked, “I want to learn everything.”
Jason bent down and kissed him, “You will.” It was a superior feeling to have so much power over another man. He had finally found a partner who was eager to please, and eager to satisfy him, the partner he had always longed for, and he could hardly wait to see Kyle lying submissively in front of him.
Kyle felt goose bumps creeping over his body. There it was again, the undertone that conjured up all kinds of feelings within him… the undertone of the Master. He stood with his back to him, waiting for further instructions, and would only turn around when Jason ordered him to. With a quiet moan, he stared at the ceiling, begging for more composure.
Jason could feel Kyle shiver as his fingertips touched his nude body at his neck, his shoulder, and then at the small of his back. He kissed his shoulder, took a few steps backward, and finally walked in a circle around Kyle, looking at him in detail.
“You are beautiful!” Jason told him.
Jason held him softly by his arms. “And what is expected outside closed doors?” he asked Kyle.
“Discretion and discipline, Sir!” he replied quietly.
Jason let his shirt fall to the floor, and stood for the first time bare chested in front of Kyle, who basically fought for breath at the sight. The man was athletic, and the silver chain with the ring hung around his neck. Artful tattoos wound themselves over the right side of his chest, across his stomach, until they disappeared secretly far below.
“What I tell you now is really important. Do you hear me?”
Kyle hung on his words.
“You always… have the right to one word.”
Kyle looked at him at a loss.
“The most important word is No. You always have the right to say No, and I will always respect it, okay?”
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Branded (Bulletproof Book 2)
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It was a chance meeting in paradise that caused them to cross paths. Destiny brought them together.
These two alpha males met with the force of a head-on collision. Sirens went off and lit up their hearts faster than a flash fire. But now that they’re living in the real world, everything isn’t as easy as anticipated. Other than their strong-willed and dominant personalities, they couldn’t be more opposite.
As the front man for a world-famous heavy metal band, Brandon Bullet lives in the spotlight. He thrives on the attention of his fans and the wild parties that all rock stars are accustomed to.
The free-spirited attitude and uninhibited lifestyle that is so natural to Brandon totally contradicts with Cameron Douglas’ anal-retentive and structured mindset. Spurred on by a thirst for adventure, Cameron is ready to leave behind his sedate, low-key life, but he is unprepared for the rock star’s world of free sex, drugs, and non-stop parties.
Concessions aren’t always easy when thrust into a new relationship, especially with two headstrong men who constantly challenge one another. Add time apart from Bulletproof’s promotional tour, and it’s another layer of adjustment to contend with that may push this newly-united couple too far.
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She rocks my world.
He sets my soul on fire.
We’ve traveled down a bumpy road, but we’ve finally found the balance.
It’s time to bring a new little rock star into our lives.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the next chapter in our story.
Loving two people is never easy, and Tommy Blade fights every day to ensure that his wife and his lover know that he loves them both equally. A commitment ceremony solidifies their pledge to one another and brings them closer together.
Jessi Blade is a lucky girl. With animosity behind them, she and Angel share a more intimate relationship and their lives flourish. She has everything she ever wanted – except a baby.
Angel Garcia never thought he’d share his life with a woman, no less marry one in a commitment ceremony. When a baby joins their family, it makes him realize how much Jessi really means to him.
The road Tommy, Jessi and Angel travel is never an easy one. Just when they’re at their happiest, an accident may very well change the course of their lives.
Tommy went for Jessi like an animal pouncing on his prey. He took her by the waist and pushed her back on the bed. His mouth was on hers, and his tresses fell like a curtain of golden silk. It prevented Angel from seeing the expression on their faces. It was one of the things he loved most about watching them. He tucked Tommy’s hair behind one ear so the silhouette of their faces was visible. Tommy’s lips covered Jessi’s, and his chest swelled with passion. There were little wrinkles between his brows which grew deeper when he pressed his mouth harder and turned it in a slow circle.
Jessi sighed and threw her head back as Tommy kissed his way down to her breasts. He ran his hands over her slender torso and kissed her waist. Jessi shuddered when his lips hit the area just below her navel.
Tommy abruptly sat back on his knees and yanked Jessi toward him. There was no hesitation or resistance as Jessi inhaled deeply and arched her back. Tommy gripped her hips and dug his fingers into her pelvis. His hair bounced and fanned his face. Glimpses of pouting, slightly-parted lips and a furrowed brow were visible between the flaxen strands of his long hair.
Jessi’s arms flailed wildly, and her breath came in heavy gasps. Bliss and ecstasy were clear across her face. Angel wondered what sex was like for a woman and if all women enjoyed it as much as Jessi.
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J.D. didn’t miss what he didn’t have, including family. He barely remembered his mother and had never known his father. Following the death of his grandfather, he becomes the neighborhood pass-around-kid, raised by a group of caring church members.
When traveling evangelists Brother Bob and Sister Tina hear him play the piano, they quickly take him into their fold, where his talent and tragic story tear at the hearts of churchgoers across the Bible belt.
A hit on the revival circuit, J.D.’s talent and Bob and Tina’s showmanship soon turn their straw of a show into pure gold. Brother Bob and Sister Tina are becoming more than financially secure, but they need J.D.’s talent and story to keep their ministry going and their money growing.
When a clash between the old time religion and J.D.’s sexual orientation becomes a crisis, he runs to the military to hide, where he finds love with Ethan. But sweet, sexy Ethan, has a dark secret of his own, a secret that involves someone near and dear to J.D., which may keep the two men apart forever.
Ethan was a P.K., Preacher’s Kid, out of Tampa. I had been around other Preacher’s Kids, some of whom were so restricted they did nothing but rebel and lash out. Ethan was just the opposite. There was a goodness that came out of him naturally. He was as caring, honest, and kind as he was cute, and that guy was a whole bucket fulla cute. Ethan was quite the total package and made a damn fine looking soldier.
The beginning of fall had come to the southern base where we were stationed, and we could see that some leaves had begun to change as we walked slowly through the night together. In the darkness, we had not seen clouds gathering above us. The skies suddenly opened, a gusting wind pushing the falling rain over us in waves. I was content to cavort like a fool in the downpour, but Ethan, who was very good about letting me be silly, quickly pushed us off the sidewalk to a barracks we were near and into an open doorway. We stood looking at the rain for a moment, waiting for it to let up, with me grinning at Ethan.
“You are drunk. I shouldn’t have let you have that beer.”
“And you are cute,” I said, lightly pressing a forefinger into his chest.
“Stop, you’ll make me blush.”
“And nice, and kind, and..,”
Ethan cut me off while I was speaking. “Stop. You don’t know me, man.” Ethan was suddenly dead serious, his face tightening and going dark. “I’m not the good guy you all think I am.” There was a moment of silence between us as I took in this new side to my buddy that I had never seen. Then just as suddenly, the Ethan I knew came back to the surface, “Hey,” he said, his warm smile back on his face, “you’ve never told me about your life.”
“It’s a long story,” I said, wanting to get back on track with where my little engine was heading.
“We’ve got time,” he said, patting the concrete next to him.
I tried to change the subject, but Ethan was having none of that. So I talked, catching him up on the gory details of my life to date, everything but why Bob and Tina were going to send me to Costa Rica.
“You were the only guy in basic who didn’t talk about family, so I’ve kind of been figuring that you might have had it rough,” Ethan finally answered.
I just gave him a shrug. “It’s all I knew,” I said. “Besides, Bob and Tina weren’t all that bad. They were just doing what they knew.” We sat for a few more minutes before I found the courage to say what I had been waiting to say. “Ethan, I, I’m in love with you,” I finally stuttered out.
There was a long pause. Ethan stared blankly straight ahead into the rain before standing. We had been in the niche for about two hours by then, but it seemed only seconds because I was with him.
“We’d better get inside.”
“I just said I love you, man,” I gently chided, hoping for something that deep inside my heart I knew was not going to be returned.
“I know,” he said quietly, looking me in the face.
I could see tears welling up in his eyes and I wanted to reach up and stroke them away with my fingers.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard,” he finally said in return, and a tear fell to trail down his cheek. “But that can’t ever happen,” he said, without looking at me or saying anything more as he stepped away from me and headed toward the barracks.
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As a wealthy transplant surgeon, Kenton Weston is living the dream. He’s in his prime, handsome, and can have almost anything money can buy, but his attraction to much younger men stands in his way of getting what he wants most, a mature man to share his life with. Coming out in a profession that isn’t always accepting of men like him could end his career, but when an odd turn of events leads to an unlikely partner nearly twenty years his junior, he can’t resist the temptation. This time, however, the lines between professional and personal are becoming blurred.
After watching for a while, he went around to the side of the bed opposite from where Kenton was sleeping and quietly climbed into bed with him. Turning onto his side, he moved closer and rested his hand on Kenton’s chest.
“I don’t think of you as an old man,” he said softly and kissed him on the mouth.
He wanted Kenton to touch every part of him. The simple brush of Kenton’s hand in his hair, the touch of Kenton’s hand on his shoulder, or the touch of Kenton’s hand on his cheek stirred emotions in him that he had doubted existed.
Kenton couldn’t deny that he found the young man attractive. There had been times when he fantasized about him sexually, but he had always been attracted to younger men. Now his fantasy had become reality and was lying in his bed. Jeff was barely a man. How could he possibly know what he wanted?
“We can work it out. I’m not a child,” Jeff said with the enthusiastic abandon of a man of eighteen.
Kenton kissed him gently and lovingly. He needed to know if his feelings for Jeff were real or if his attraction was based solely on his strong desire for younger men. As he kissed the young soft lips, his doubts began to melt away. He now knew the taste of Jeff, and he wanted more. He had never felt this way about any of the other younger men he had loved. Resting on his knees, he gazed down at Jeff’s body, the youthful skin glowing like morning dew gently kissed by the first rays of the sun. No wrinkles marred the perfection of youth, and Kenton could no longer deny what he desired.
When they arrived at the hospital, Kenton was met by the trauma physician who had just finished assessing Jeff. “Do you have any idea who could have done this, Dr. Weston?”
Kenton shook his head. “Where was he found?”
“He was at the house when the neighbor called the ambulance.”
Kenton walked into the exam room to find Jeff staring up at the ceiling. He pulled a chair to his side and held his hand. “Jeff, it’s Kenton. They didn’t tell me about the bandage on your leg. Will you tell me what it’s from?”
“It’s from a cut. It’s no big deal.”
Kenton was at a loss. He had seen plenty of domestic abuse victims, but this was a puzzle he couldn’t seem to solve. “Jeff, will you tell me how this happened?”
Jeff couldn’t lie to Kenton. “He’s just frustrated. He doesn’t mean to do it, he never does. His business isn’t going well, and I’m… I’m so much trouble. You know who I’m talking about, don’t you?”
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Tony, a young man kicked out of the house by his homophobic father, tries to survive in the streets, accepting any opportunity that life offers him and confusing sex with love. Shady characters who want him only for sex is the only life he knows until he meets Jay. Jay is different. He loves Tony. But Tony’s past haunts him and he hopes it never catches up with him.
“My name is Lucas,” the artist said. “You can call me Luc.”
Luc was handsome, and Tony followed him to his apartment. Paintings were stacked against all four walls, along with paint cans, wooden frames, and rolls of canvases. Luc was sitting behind an easel, ready to work. He looked at Tony, and noticing that he had nothing but a towel around his hips, he smiled. He began to draw a sketch and time passed slowly. Tony thought of his past that seemed so dirty, and his present didn’t seem better. He knew that Luc would put down his pencil, come up to him, take the towel off… Tony knew the scheme in detail. The thought made him blush and smile.
“Please, don’t smile,” Luc said.
“Tired?” Luc asked. “I can see that you can’t keep your eyes open. Let me show you to the bed.” Tony followed Luc to the bedroom, trying to predict his next move. “Choose any side,” Luc said and left him alone.
In a week spent in Luc’s apartment, nothing happened between them, which puzzled Tony. He saw the way Luc looked at him. What was he waiting for?
Wanna have a look?” Luc asked when the picture was almost finished. “I will call it, ‘The Morning’.”
The picture was very simple and seemed absolutely innocent, but Luc could put into it so many emotions that there was no any other possible rendering as…‘morning.’
Tony smiled. The picture was amazing.
Luc set the picture along the wall to dry. There were more sexually explicit pictures stacked by the walls, but Tony found himself thinking that if any picture would make him blush, it would be this one. Without thinking what he was doing, he put his hand on Luc’s shoulder.
“Go to sleep,” Luc said.
Tony went to the bedroom while Luc slowly cleaned the brushes and screwed the lids on the paint cans. Tony was confused. He didn’t know why Luc wasn’t trying to get into his pants. ‘Maybe he’s not gay. But I could swear…’ He was lying on his back staring at the wall and didn’t hear Luc enter the room. Luc came closer. Tony felt his hand on his shoulder and turned toward him.
Luc leaned in and whispered, “I can do it the way no one has ever done it to you before.”
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“Complete and Uncut.” That was exactly how Larry liked the men he bedded. Making his way in the world, he is hired at an Italian restaurant where the waiters are as spicy as the cuisine. A sexy boss with an unquenchable desire for his waiters, as well as a regular customer always in the company of young men and looking for more, and Larry’s job takes some interesting turns, ultimately leading him to a place he never thought he would be.
“You’ve sort of taken him under your wing, eh? Just like a robin watching her young take their first flight.”
“Sort of. I think he has the potential to be really good at this, and I want to make sure his first solo is successful.”
“Well, go for it. Just don’t hit on him.”
“I had no intention. I don’t know how he’d take it.”
He found Larry standing at the waiter’s station waiting for his first order to be fixed. “How’s it going so far?”
“Pretty good. Except I think he was trying to hit on me.”
“You don’t have to think about it. He was. He likes his men young, and you’re his type.”
They approached the table, and Larry was flawless in his introductory service. He had the beverages to them promptly, took their table order, and keyed in the data for the kitchen. He returned with Mr. Boggs’ food containers, processed the credit card, and was shocked to find a twenty dollar bill stuck in his hand as Mr. Boggs rose from the table. “Good service, young man. I’ll see you again.”
Larry didn’t notice the thumbs up sign Mr. Boggs gave Mr. Trathan as he left.
“Great job, Lorenzo,” Mr. Trathan said as Larry and Marco left the restaurant at closing.
“Where’s your car?” Larry asked, not seeing the green Ford where Marco usually parked.
“I’m being picked up. Now look, there’s one thing I have to tell you about Mr. Trathan. How much did you make in tips tonight?”
“That’s good for a slow Monday. On a weekend, you’ll probably grab at least two bills per night. Once you get used to making that kind of money, Mr. Trathan will ask you to come in early one afternoon and he’s going to ask you if you want to keep your job? That’s when he’ll put the moves on you. If you comply, you keep your job. If you don’t, you’re history.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because he did that with me.”
“I see. Thanks for the heads up. But that’s no problem. I like sex with guys, especially if they’re uncut.”
“So do I now, because of Mr. Trathan…oh, here comes the car. Let me introduce you to Lance. He’s my husband of two years.”
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