Category: Master Dominic

Pounding My Nephew’s Butt (My Bratty Nephew #1)

Bruce agreed to take in his bratty good-for-nothing nephew, Cody, for a few months, to help him get motivated in life and learn responsibility. It’s been barely more than two weeks and it’s absolute torture; Cody barely talks to him, he’s moody all the time, and Bruce has absolutely nothing in common with him. The only reason Bruce continues to put up with this arrangement is because he’d do anything for Cody’s mom.

On a sunny Monday morning, Bruce pulls his truck into work—an auto junkyard that he owns—and is immediately furious because his bratty nephew didn’t open the place up for business like Bruce explicitly told him to do. He storms into the office, expecting to find Cody with his feet on the counter and his attention on his phone, but stops short when he instead hears a breathy moan of deep pleasure. He finds—and discreetly watches—Cody getting topped by a burly older man, someone very similar to Bruce himself.

Bruce is sent into a tailspin of unexpected newfound taboo desire for Cody, a desire that immediately becomes all consuming. After watching that other man take Cody’s butt, Bruce can think of nothing else but claiming Cody for himself. He struggles against his desire, determined not to act on it, but he can’t hide his considerable bulge from Cody. And he can’t hold himself back when Cody decides to seduce him.

Pounding My Nephew’s Butt is an 11,000 word story.

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I slid my key into the lock and let myself into the building. Cody wasn’t where I expected him to be; the door opens to the front lobby area with the counter and the cash register. I had fully expected him to be sitting back with his feet up on the counter, playing some game on his phone.

Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I carefully and quietly closed the door and then paused and held my breath, listening for any sound that would indicate where Cody was or even whatever it was that was setting off my spidey-sense. In that moment of utter silence I heard what sounded like the softest of moans.

What a fucking cunt, I thought. Being a guy, I knew what that moan was. Cody was close to orgasm. The boy had closed down the place so he could jerk off. Sympathy for him was now out the window.

I considered storming into the back office where the moan came from, but if I did that, he’d pull up his pants so fast that I wouldn’t catch him and wouldn’t have proof—and I wouldn’t get us going in the right direction if I let him get away with it. So, against my urges, I very quietly made my way toward the back office, determined to be as silent as I could be and fully catch him in the act. Maybe a good shock of embarrassment would help him get his priorities straight.

Silently, I made my way out of the front lobby area and into the tiny hallway beyond that branched off into the shitter, the broom closet, and the back office. Just before I poked my head around the office doorway—and now that I was this close I could hear the heavy breathing that only confirmed my suspicions that Cody was jerking his meat on company time—I heard an unexpected sound.

A groan. Deep and low. Definitely not Cody.

I froze in my tracks. What the actual fuck?

Determined to know what was going on, I peered around the corner.

There were indeed two men. Both buck naked and facing away from me. Cody was bent over the desk, exposing his smooth, hairless ass to the other guy. The other guy was big and brawny, like me, and was maybe even my age, and he was buried balls-deep in my nephew’s ass.

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To comply with Amazon's strict "no incest" rule, a non-incest version is available on Amazon. The only difference is that instead of Bruce and Cody being uncle and nephew, Cody is instead Bruce's best friend's son. (Amazon won't let us put "Master Dominic" as the author name, hence both a title and author name change.)

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My Son’s Horny Halloween

Rich is a proud father with a wife and three grown sons. His youngest son, Ronald, though an adult, is still young in many ways, particularly when it comes to dating and sex.

This all changes on Halloween night, when Ronald, wearing a pair of devil horns, confides to Rich the true source of his hesitation about being with a woman. What begins as a candid dad-son pep-talk soon turns into a hands-on lesson.

As Rich tries to straddle the line between good father and wicked pervert, there’s no telling what might transpire, nor how their relationship might be forever changed as he indulges taboo desires he’s long tried to bury.

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“Who says they’d find out? We’d keep this secret. I promise.”

Secret. Fuck, those filthy thoughts are stirring in my head, all the things I want to do with him once I get his clothes off…as I realize soon I’ll be naked with him. For once in my life, I don’t know what the right decision is.

“We should go to my bed then,” I tell him. “If we’re going to…bond in this special new way, it should be where our best bonding time has happened.”

“I always feel safe with you in that bed,” Ronald says. “Plus, it’s a king, so we can sprawl out more.” He has that devilish grin on his face, as he scoots to the edge of the bed and gets to his feet. “Should we strip here?”

“I suppose.”

He undoes another button on his white shirt, but stops there. He’s blushing. “This feels weird.”

“We don’t have to do anything,” I tell him. “I’m just following along to help you.”

“I don’t mean that. I mean…I’ve imagined this, sometimes. It feels weird that it’s actually happening.”

“That’s why you have to get experience, son,” I tell him. “You have to learn what sort of things stay in your mind, so you can jerk off to them, and what things are worth making real.” The image of his mouth, open around my cock, flashes into my mind, teasing me with what I know can’t be real, even if we both get our cocks out.

“I think I want this to be real.”

“Just take your pants off then, and it will be real. You have nothing to be afraid of with me. Let’s not make a big deal of this, and you’ll see this is just a father teaching his son in a very sensitive area, in a special way that works just for us.”

He shifts his weight to one heel, swaying his hips, undoing the final buttons of his shirt. Easing away the sleeves, he peels the shirt back, but keeps his horns on. The ceiling light shines on his smooth body, hairless but for a thin patch of fine black along his abs. It’s nothing new, what I’m seeing, as he undoes the button on his denim pants, unzips the fly and slips everything down, his dick as erect as mine, sticking out straight.

His pubes are curly bush, thin like the hair along his abs, but his thighs are as smooth as his arms. His balls are thick and globular. Once his pants and boxers are on the ground and he steps out of them, he takes those balls in one hand, and wraps his other around the base of his shaft.

“There, we’re doing it,” he says, tugging at his foreskin. The words are more for himself than for me.

“Not yet,” I say. I strip just as quickly, to keep up my end of the deal. I leave my black T-shirt on. Something about that helps me feel the restraint I know I need, reminds me not to cross the line from demonstration to self-pleasure.

My dick is still hard. It sticks up, rather than out like his. I’m immediately aware of how much bigger mine is than his, with them side by side and erect like this.

I wrap a hand around my dick, once I’ve stepped out of my jeans and boxers. “Now we’re doing it.”

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Seduced By My Slut Best Friend And His Dad: A Dad/Son Gay Incest Story

David is certain his classmate Colin is gay. He sees something of a kindred spirit in Colin, both of them grown up and still in high school from failing too many times. But it’s not until David catches Colin looking at gay porn on his phone that he decides to make his first move.

Under the guise of helping with homework, David invites himself over to Colin’s place. It takes a few beers to loosen up, but soon Colin is spilling more than just secrets. Clothes come off, and soon cum is flying everywhere, but none of that prepares David for the biggest shock he’s about to receive, when he’s buried balls-deep in his new slutty friend, and he learns…

Colin has sex with his dad.

And the crazy adventure is only beginning, because Colin doesn’t realize what he’s been pulled into, what lengths a father will go to when someone treads on his turf.

Nor does he realize what devious intent lies within Colin, who is far from being the innocent son he pretends to be…

Seduced By My Slut Best Friend And His Dad is a 13,000-word story and picks up from the events of Becoming My Dad’s Slut Son.

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“You really are drunk,” I tell him. “Here, let me help you.”

I put one hand on each of his hips, pulling him back from the table, helping him stand upright. It’s impossible for my jutting erection not to touch his buns. I’m ready to apologize, but Colin says nothing.

He’s still hard. I reach around, taking his erection in both hands, working up and down the shaft.

“That feels good,” he says. “You know what you’re doing.”

“It always feels good when someone else does it,” I say.

“I prefer if something is up my butt,” he says.

“I use a butt-plug when I jerk off.”

Colin nudges his waist back, toward my erection. His butt crack slides around my dick, welcoming it into its cocoon of warmth. “Stick it in,” Colin says. “That will help me cum.”

He’s not wrong. I find I shoot even more with my butt plug. It helps me get even more pressure in that second when my cumshots start to twitch at the base.

“You realize I’ll be fucking you then,” I tell him.

“You’re just helping me out. And anyway, it’s our secret.”

Our secret. Fuck. This chemistry lesson has just gone to places I would never have imagined.

“I’d need lube,” I tell him.

“Use spit,” he says. “That’s what Dad uses.”

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Gay Fart Sex 4-Pack Bundle

These men can’t deny their taboo desires any longer. They love farts from manly men. Nothing gets them more turned on than being forced to swallow down some of that toxic gas — and it leads to the hottest sex they’ve ever had.

This gassy and taboo bundle includes the following previously-published gay fart sex stories:
- Sniffing the Jock’s Farts
- Swallowing the Cop’s Farts
- Cruising for Fart Sex
- Fart Sex With My Boyfriend

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Excerpt

Muscles seems to get the hint, seems to know what drives my faggy desires. He angles his hips a bit, causing his deliciously hairy ass cheeks to spread and expose his tight, manly hole. It’s tightly knotted; this Alpha God has obviously never bottomed. If I were to show him my hole, he would see what a well-used ass looks like. We’re so different. We’re so perfectly matched.

I stretch my tongue up, trying to reach that amazing and perfect knot of flesh. Just as the tip of my tongue touches it, Muscles flinches.

“Everything okay, Sir?” I ask.

He looks over his shoulder at me, almost shyly. “How much of a pig are you, fag?”

My heart does a pitter-patter of excitement. “Very much so, Sir.”

“Good.”

He squats closer to my face, his tight asshole right in front of my mouth and nose. I stick my tongue out and caress the perfect flesh, lapping up more sweat. Here, though, the taste is drastically different. It tastes like he hasn’t washed his ass in days. I’m tasting things that would turn off most men — even most fags — but for me it drives me up the fucking wall with horniness. I have to fight with myself to not use my hands to grab those perfect, muscular ass cheeks and part them so that I can dig my tongue ever deeper into him. I have to obey the no touching rule.

I just wish I could get more.

Then Master lets out a grunt. I pause in my licking, uncertain of what’s coming next. Muscles’ asshole quivers, then opens.

Braaa-aa-aa-aa-appp-pp-pp

He farts, letting loose a long, noisy, filthy one. I raise my head and bury my nose in his crack, right against his hole. I huff that fart, fill my lungs with his stench. It smells like the men’s room at a greasy taco dive, the kind where the beans run right through you. And I love it.

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Fart Sex With My Boyfriend

Tyler has a kink and doesn’t know how to explain it to his boyfriend, Cody. He wants to have fart sex. He doesn’t think Cody will understand and he won’t go for it. Worse, his boyfriend might think he’s disgusting and it could cause trouble in their relationship.

But that doesn’t stop Tyler from having this dirty desire. Indeed, the desire becomes so overwhelming that he realizes he can’t deny it anymore. He’ll do anything to have Cody fart in his face.

So Tyler comes up with a plan — he’ll make bean burritos for dinner and right when Cody’s stomach starts gassing up, he’ll get Cody naked and in bed. At first, everything seems to go according to plan, but when Cody lets that first fart loose and Tyler sucks it down like his life depends on it, Cody freezes.

Tyler has a choice — back off and apologize or go all-in and give in to his most base desires… and hope that Cody understands.

Fart Sex With My Boyfriend is a 5,000-word short story.

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I hatched this plan the last time we had bean burritos. About two hours after dinner, while we were cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, he started farting non-stop. He kept apologizing and I told him not to worry. He tried to keep the blanket over our laps tight like an airlock, keeping the stench trapped beneath the fabric. But I made sure there was a little gap near my hip, allowing not only for the gas to escape, but for it to rise directly to my face.

I was so fucking hard during that movie. I don’t even remember what it was about because none of my blood was in my brain — it was all in my cock. After the movie, I excused myself, feigning a need to take a crap, but really I jerked my cock in the bathroom and I came so fucking hard I was wiping up cum from all over the floor and walls.

Ever since then, I’ve been thinking non-stop about that night. It’s been my daily bate fuel, but memories of it never got me off quite as hard as the actual thing.

So tonight I was going to make it happen again — and then make it go so much further.

The smell of burritos wafted through the kitchen, making me even harder. My cock was nearly throbbing at this point. I returned to the stove to warm up the burrito wraps, leaning hard against the oven handle in a desperate attempt to tame my cock.

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Dad Son Incest Mega-Bundle: 16 Taboo Tales of Dads Pounding Their Sons

Twinks look up to older men and often idolize them. For some twinks, the older man they most admire — the one they want desperately to get pounded by — is their father. In this mega-bundle of 16 previously-published dad-son incest stories, you’ll find exactly what you need to get off.

From sensual and loving dad-son encounters to extreme kinks including fisting, piss, bondage, and gangbangs, this collection has it all.

Included in this taboo collection are the following stories:
– Spanking My Naughty Boy
– Dad Took My Virginity
– Seducing My Son
– Seducing My Daddies
– Punished By Daddy
– At The Gloryhole with Dad
– Dominated By Dad
– Disciplined By My Dad And My Principal
– Father Son Bondage
– Seduced By My Ex-Con Father
– Taking My Dad’s Hot Load
– Drinking My Dad’s Piss
– Watching Gay Porn With My Dad
– Tag-Teamed By My Dad And My Uncle
– Fisted By Daddy
– Gangbanged By My Dad And His Friends

This 63,000-word mega-bundle is exactly what you’ve secretly been fantasizing about.

Publisher Note:
These stories were previously published individually as well as in the following collections: “Dad Son Sex Secrets”, “Dominating Daddies”, “Loving Daddies”, and “Kinky Daddies”.

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Gay Piss Play Mega-Bundle: 9 Hot Gay Watersports Sex Stories

Piss play during gay sex can be incredibly erotic.

It’s a very base act, something many people would find too demeaning or dirty to think about. But those who are into piss LOVE it. It makes sex raunchier, more taboo, kinkier… better!

From young frat brothers getting wet and wild to a young man discovering there’s no shame in wanting to be pissed on to an intimate father-son bonding experience, this 42,000-word mega-bundle collects all of Master Dominic’s previously-published piss-themed stories, including:

– Pissed On By The Bully
– Human Urinal
– Golden Showers
– Frat House Piss Party
– Pissing My Pants in Public
– Cruising for Piss
– Trucker Piss
– Pissing My Diaper
– Drinking My Dad’s Piss

This taboo bundle is exactly what you need to explore your own dirty desires.

Publisher Note:
These stories were each published individually as well as in the following collections: “Piss-Loving Boys” and “Gay Piss Play”. Drinking My Dad’s Piss appeared in the “Kinky Daddies” collection.

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Becoming My Dad’s Slut Son: A Dad/Son Gay Incest Story

In a wild afternoon that seems almost too crazy to be real, Colin has sex with his father. Not only is it Colin’s first time with a man, it’s his first time having sex ever. His dad took his virginity. More than that, his dad opened his eyes to all of the incredible pleasures that he can pursue.

The only problem? Since that wild day, Colin’s dad is barely speaking to him. He knows his dad enjoyed it and he’s obviously having trouble reconciling what they’ve done, but Colin can’t understand why his dad doesn’t want to use his butt again. As days pass, Colin gets more and more desperate. He’s willing to do anything to get his dad to throw morals away.

Finally, he hatches the ultimate crazy idea, an idea that could get him kicked out of the house. But Colin will do anything — even if it means being the bratty son manipulating his father into sex.

Becoming My Dad’s Slut Son is a 11,500-word story and picks up from the events of My Son’s First Time.

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My dick was already soft as the door slammed shut. I lay there with my pants off still, wondering what to do.

I had more calculus homework, enough to last all evening. I went to my desk, still with no pants on. Opening my math book, I couldn’t focus. I tugged on my limp dick instead, thinking about what I’d done with my dad and how badly I wanted to get that back.

The next thing I knew, I was clicking at my computer instead. I had a search window open and was typing in “dad son fucking”. The images that came up got me hard. I ended up on blogs and blog feeds. Some even had stories on them.

My dick was fully stiff now. I was jerking it, as I scrolled through images, read some of the stories. Shit, these stories were explicit. Sons begged their dads to get fucked. In one picture, a boy who looked a lot like me was on his knees, and a burly man who was bulkier than dad was behind him, his cock angled toward the boy’s hole. The boy was spreading his cheeks wide and looking back over his shoulder.

“Is this what you want, Daddy?” the caption read.

“Oh yeah, son. You make your Daddy so stiff.”

“Use my hole for that stiff Daddy dick.”

“You’ll make me shoot out all my cum if I do.”

“Dump your cum all inside me. Use me, Daddy.”

Fuck, that got me so hard, reading it, looking at the pictures, scrolling through more. I kept jerking, and pleasure built up in my balls. I read more stories, link-hopping from blog to blog, turned on even more each time I read how each son had no problem telling his dad he wanted to get his boy hole used, how the dad told him how much he wanted to use him.

Fuck, why couldn’t Dad do that to me? Why did I have to be so quiet and awkward around him? Why couldn’t I be like those sons who were begging as they spread their holes, raised their legs, sat their plump butt on their dad’s stiff prick?

That tingling in my balls was building, as I kept on clicking on those images, reading more stories, kept wishing it was me in those positions. Instead of my hand, it was my dad’s hand on my cock. I was begging him to make me cum, and he told me I was a good boy, like the dads in the images I was clicking through.

Holy shit, my cock exploded so fast with pleasure. It made my eyes water.

It all happened to fast I didn’t have time to think about the mess. My load shot in thick white streams up, all over my keyboard, shot after shot. One hit the monitor, dripping down the image of two thick, meaty boy buns. My heart hammered, as I shot and shot. Holy fuck, my computer would be ruined after this, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to shoot all this juice out, keep thinking of my dad’s hand on my cock instead.

What a fucking mess. My balls were empty, sticky white stuff oozing down on my knuckles now, pleasure gone. Damn, I wished Dad would come in right now and find me.

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Cruising for Fart Sex

Jessie is cruising in the mall bathroom, desperate for a little sexy fun to spice up his Monday evening. He’s got the stall with the gloryhole and all he has to do is wait until someone enters the stall on the other side.

Someone comes in and takes the stall, but Jessie’s erotic hopes are dashed when he realizes the other guy isn’t cruising. Rather, the other guy has a bad case of noxious gas and needs to get it all out.

As Jessie sits in the stall, contemplating what to do, he realizes that instead of being disgusted at being surrounded by horrific farts… he’s actually being turned on. This could be the Monday night fun he’s been looking for.

Taking a risk, he makes a dangerous proposition to the farting man…

Cruising for Fart Sex is a 5,300 word short story.

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Excerpt

The door to the men’s room clatters open.

I quickly shut off the phone and shove it into the pocket of my jeans, still pooled around my ankles. I listen intently to decipher if this guy is here to take a piss at the urinals or if he’s gonna come in the stall next to me — the only other stall here — to stick his dick in my face.

My heart beat kicks up a notch when my stall door rattles urgently and he lets out a groan of discomfort, then he barrels into the stall next to me. Given the urgency, I doubt he’s here for a blowjob. Dude’s gotta take a shit.

It takes all of my willpower not to lean forward and down to look at him through the gloryhole. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t make a few other discreet peeks. As he pulls down his pants and underwear and sits on the toilet with a loud clatter, his foot ends up under the stall divider between us. I gawp at it — a dirty work boot in, what, size thirteen?

As if my hand and cock have a mind of their own, I start stroking as I imagine the beefy, sweaty, hairy, masculine construction worker that’s likely on the other side — and the giant cock he’s probably packing in his pants.

He lets out a groan of discomfort and then — prappp-fffttttt-papapapa-ffttttt— he farts so loud it echoes in the bowl and the walls almost shake. And then like a nuclear bomb, the stench hits me. Holy fuck. That reek could peel the paint off the walls.

And in that, I’m reminded of when I was particularly drunk at college last year. My roommate and I had come back from having beers and burritos, so not only were we drunk, but we had gas like nothing else. And being the kinky frat pigs we are, we dared each other to sniff each other’s farts. One thing led to another and soon we took turns going balls deep in each other as we farted on each other’s dicks. It was the filthiestsex I’d ever had, the kind that I would always remember and would probably never repeat.

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Swallowing The Cop’s Farts

Nick is trying to sell some concert tickets he can’t use when he gets picked up by some power-hungry cop who accuses him of scalping. If that wasn’t bad enough, now he’s handcuffed in the back of the cop car and the cop isn’t driving anywhere. He’s just sitting there, farting. The car is filling up with his noxious fumes.

Enough is enough and Nick asks him to stop. But this power hungry cop doesn’t take orders from a handcuffed twink like Nick, nor does he take kindly to Nick himself. What ensues is a sexual encounter that awakens Nick’s most deepest, darkest, and shameful desires — fart swallowing, sexual humiliation, and total subservience to this powerful Alpha Male.

It’s degrading. But it turns Nick on like nothing else ever has.

5,400 word short story

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Excerpt

Cops stink. Literally. No wonder people call them pigs.

I shuffle in the back seat of the cop car, my hands awkwardly cuffed behind me. In the front seat is some muscle-bound but air-headed cop with a bad case of farts.

All of this is because I tried to sell some concert tickets I couldn’t use — this cop, who obviously needed something better to do, accused me of violating some obscure scalping law. I’m no fool, I know my rights, so I stood up to him and told him as much.

And a moment later I was pinned to the dirty concrete, cuffed, and accused of resisting an officer of the law. A moment after that I was thrown in the back of this power-hungry pig’s cop car. Now I’m stuck here while he ignores me and continues to fart, stinking up the car.

He lets out a long squeaker — he’s not even bothering to hide it anymore — and soon I’m gagging for oxygen. What makes it worse is that we’re not even going anywhere. We’re just sitting in the car, stewing in his noxious ass fumes in the middle of a sunny and sweltering July afternoon, ten feet from where I was arrested for scalping.

I start breathing through my mouth to avoid his noxious farts and the growing stink of his B.O. I can’t inhale it anymore or I’m going to vomit. I watch him in the rear-view mirror, trying to figure out if he’s enjoying this or something.

“Can we crack a couple windows open?” I ask, trying and failing to keep the irritation out of my voice. He shifts his eyes to glare at me in the mirror. “Please?”

In response, he leans to one side and lifts an ass cheek off his leather seat and lets a loud, vibrating fart rip through the air.

Pra-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-paaapppp…

“Fucking hell,” I mutter.

…ppaaaap-pa-pa-pa-praaaap…

“Surely this counts as cruel and unusual punishment,” I mutter, ensuring I’m loud enough for him to hear. When I glance up at the rear-view mirror, I find him glaring at me. “What?” I say, putting far too much challenge into that word than I really should.

“I can do worse,” he says.

I roll my eyes and look away.

“Hey!” he shouts. For some odd reason, the power in that one word sends a shiver through my body. I look back to the rear-view mirror and meet his glare. “Don’t look away unless I tell you to. Understood?”

Something has shifted between us. I can’t put my finger on it, but something is suddenly different. He’s got more power and authority and I, well … his glare is doing something to me. Like, in my pants.

I watch a lot of Dom/sub porn, like, the kind where the sub is a beta fag, whose whole existence is dedicated to pleasing his Alpha and gratefully taking the abuse that his Alpha dishes out. But porn is different than real life. Right?

“I said, understood?” He hardens his glare and he almost bites off those words.

I swallow, then say, “Yes.”

“Yes … what?”

What the hell have I gotten into? I’ve watched enough of that kinky shit on PornHub to know the answer he’s looking for. “Yes, Sir.”

His glare softens slightly. “Good fag.”

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