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Gay BDSM Club 4-Pack Bundle

Daniel’s life is forever changed when he wanders into Sailor’s Knot, a gay BDSM sex club. When a powerful, older man takes Daniel on as his sub, everything he thought he knew about BDSM is turned on its head — no longer is it something Daniel considers kinky, rather, it’s now something he wants all the time. He wants it harder, deeper, and more intense. This bundle collects all four stories in Master Dominic’s hot series — perfect for some one-handed reading.

This scorching hot bundle includes:
GAY SUB INITIATION: Badly needing sex, Daniel wanders into what he thinks is a bathhouse, only to find out it’s a BDSM sex club — and now he doesn’t want to leave.
GAY SUB OBEYS: Daniel has trouble accepting his role as sub, rebelling against his Master, but a punishment soon puts Daniel back in his place.
GAY SUB CHASTITY: With Master gone for two weeks, Daniel is locked in chastity and learns a further lesson about obeying his Master.
GAY SUB FISTED: Daniel’s understanding of pleasure is stretched beyond his previous limits by Master’s fist.

24,500-word bundle

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Ahead of me, I heard a few soft voices echoing against the walls. The corridor suddenly opened to a larger room and my eyes almost bugged out as I took in the full sight of the room. The walls were lined with hooks, and hanging from these hooks were paddles and riding crops. In the middle of the room, chains hung down from the ceiling. And on padded leather benches lining the room, five hairy muscle daddies sat, conversing and wearing leather caps and harnesses. Their conversation died down and, one by one, each of them looked at me.

Oh, shit. That’s what the guy’s smirk was about. This wasn’t a regular bathhouse, it was some sort of leather BDSM playhouse. I turned around and quickly walked away.

“Stop,” said one of the men, his voice so strong and deep.

I silently cursed to myself when I found myself halting. I stood there, still facing away from the men, feeling so very exposed and a little bit scared. Behind me, I heard the gentle slap of someone’s bare feet as he got up from his seat and walked slowly over to me.

“You’re new here, aren’t you, boy?” said the voice. It was the same man that had commanded me to stop. His pace slowed as he got nearer to me. I still didn’t look back at him. I wasn’t ready to acknowledge the situation I’d put myself in.

“Yeah. But I’m leaving,” I said.

“That would be a shame,” he said. His voice was close to my ear — I could feel the gentle tickle of his breath. A calloused hand touched my ass and I flinched, but then it stroked my ass cheek. “I think you should stay. We could have some fun.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart, then turned around. The man who had approached me seemed to be in his fifties and had a well-honed body, with a smattering of silvering hair over his chest. He wore a studded leather cap, a studded leather harness, and — I couldn’t help looking down — a matching leather cockring. His dick hung fat and heavy, framed from behind with low-hanging balls. I felt a sudden surge of blood to my cock, stiffening it up.

What the fuck was going on with me? Was I really so horned up that I might actually go for guy like this? That I might let him whip me or whatever base desire he had to act out?

“What kind of fun do you have in mind?” I asked. Fuck — it was like my brain was telling me to get the fuck out of there, but my libido was overriding every decision I tried to make. I could feel my dick continuing to harden and my ass started tingling deep inside like it was telling me I needed to get stuffed nice and deep.

“You’ll have to come with me to find out, kid.”

I was acutely aware that we were having this conversation in front of four other leather daddies. Leaning to the side a bit, I looked past this guy and saw the four men watching us with rapt attention.

“Don’t worry about them,” he said, a gentle smile forming on his lips. “They’ve all got boys; they’re waiting for them to arrive.”

“And you? Do you already have a boy?” Part of me wished he did so that I could turn around and walk out of here, but a larger part of me wanted to beg him to let me be his boy.

“I don’t. My last sub moved on a few months ago and I’ve just been waiting for the right young man to come walking into my life.” He tugged my nipple. “And here you are.”

I stepped a little closer to him and felt the head of my dick brush against his hairy pelvis. “I don’t ... I don’t know if I’m ready for Dom/sub stuff,” I admitted.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached between us and wrapped his thick fingers around my cock. “This tells me otherwise. Come with me, boy.” He turned around, not letting go of my dick, and led me out of this main room and down another hallway.

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Dad Son Sex Secrets 4-Pack Bundle

It’s natural for a young twink to fall for his older, muscular, masculine father, but few follow through on these forbidden lusts. For the young men that do, their sexual adventures open them to new worlds of intense pleasure and taboo sex. This 4-Pack of father/son incest stories will satiate your fantasies, as these young men get to know their fathers in ways that they never dreamed possible.

This taboo bundle includes:
SPANKING MY NAUGHTY BOY: Mark’s adult son, Brendan, is acting up and getting into drugs. He pulls out the only discipline he can think of — a good, hard spanking. But that punishment forces out a sexy confession.
DAD TOOK MY VIRGINITY: Darren finally works up the courage to explore his gay side and enter the bathhouse. Unfortunately, the first person he encounters there is his father, but it soon leads to unexpected ecstasy.
SEDUCING MY SON: David is trying to suppress a crush he’s developing on his son — but after a night of drinking, he gives in to his forbidden lusts and seduces his son… and his son’s boyfriend.
SEDUCING MY DADDIES: Ryan is spending a week with his dad and his dad’s new husband, Devin. Taboo lusts and some late night urges lead Ryan to crawl into bed with his two dads… naked.

18,800-word bundle

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I slapped him two more times, one on each cheek. His ass rippled with the impact, blushed pink from the strike. He shouted in pain — now it was hurting. Now, he was feeling his punishment. But I really wanted to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t forget. I struck his ass again and again, alternating from cheek to cheek. The slaps of my hand on his ass ricocheted through the room, the silences between smacks were filled with his whimpers. His ass glowed red from the spanking.

Brendan’s yelps of pains had softened. I paused in his punishment and listened as he sniffled. He was crying.

Fuck. What was I doing? I’d never laid a hand on Brendan before — never even spanked him when he was a kid. What the hell had gotten into me?

It was us, I knew — the dynamics of our father-son relationship had changed. I didn’t even fully know how or why or what the new dynamics were. But something had changed. And it wasn’t just the death of Marie — our relationship had changed in the year leading up to Marie’s death, even before we knew she was sick. The pain of losing Marie, of Brendan losing his mom, seemed to have heightened whatever it was that was complicating us.

I gently laid my hand on Brendan’s ass. He flinched with the touch, even though it was soft. “Shh…” I said. I massaged his ass, smoothing my hand over the tender skin, wishing I could heal the hurt I’d caused. His ass radiated heat from the spanking, warming my palm. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry, Brendan. I’m sorry for everything — for doing this, for your mom passing away, for the gulf that’s grown between us … everything.”

“Dad?” Brendan said, his voice sounding frail.

“Yeah?”

“Can you let me up?”

I didn’t even realize I was still holding him down with my left arm. I lifted it off him and then helped him into a sitting position next to me — I saw him wince as his ass touched down on the leather couch. And then I saw something I didn’t know if I ever wanted to see — something I certainly never expected to see.

Brendan had an erection. His cock was rock-hard and standing straight up. I felt an odd surge of pride, knowing my son was so well-hung. I bet the girls he fucked liked the size of his dick, too.

I tore my gaze from his crotch when I realized he was looking up at me. I finally met his eyes — they were red-rimmed with tears, but they were also sober. The spanking had cleared his mid, at least.

“I have to tell you something,” Brendan said. His lips quivered, as if he was scared.

“What is it, son? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“Dad … I…” his words faltered and he looked away from me. I took the opportunity to look down at his dick again — there was something oddly entrancing about it. I’d never really looked at another guy’s meat before, and the fact that it was my son’s sent an illicit shiver through me. He looked at me again and there was new steel in his eyes. “Dad, I’m gay.”

It took a moment for that to sink in, but then I threw my arm around his shoulders and pulled him in for a half-hug and kissed him on the top of his head. It didn’t really surprise me — a father knew these things about his kids. Brendan had never had a girlfriend that lasted more than a week, and he was very close to some male friends who I knew were gay.

“I love you son, you know that. Nothing can ever change that. Thank you for telling me.” I kissed him again.

“There’s more…” he said.

I let go of him so that I could look into his eyes. This was good — we were getting to the bottom of what had been tearing him apart these past several months. I was ready for anything he could tell me — anything.

“Dad, I … I’m in love with you,” Brendan said. He laid his hand on my briefs, cupping my bulge.

That … was unexpected. I sat, frozen, for several long moments, trying to process what Brendan had just told me … and process the fact that my son was groping my cock and balls. I looked down at his dick again with a new perspective. That erection was for me. My son was horny for me.

A completely unexpected thrill ran through me and I shivered with anticipation. Acting on desires I didn’t comprehend and wasn’t ready to even think about, I reached for his cock, tentatively wrapping my fingers around it. The warmth of his cock felt good on my fingers, so I tightened my grip. Brendan gasped and sunk deeper into the couch.

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Piss-Loving Boys 4-Pack

Sometimes guys like to get raunchy, wet, and messy — and given the chance, they’ll give into their dirtiest fantasies. This 4-pack of gay watersports stories will satiate your fantasies, as these boys get soaked in piss. This taboo bundle includes:

PISSED ON BY THE BULLY: Joel tries to entrap the closeted homophobic bully, Brian, but the tables turn when Joel lets loose with a golden stream.
HUMAN URINAL: Cocky and disrespectful, Andrew gets what’s coming to him when a dominating daddy ties him up in the men’s room urinal.
GOLDEN SHOWERS: Thinking he’s alone, Christopher gives into his wettest fantasies — until he’s caught by his straight roommate.
FRAT HOUSE PISS PARTY: Ian is new to the frat house and ready for initiation, until he finds out they know about his secret piss-drinking fetish.

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I stepped closer to him and closed the stall door behind me, locking it. My heart was racing and my body was tensing for a beating, but I couldn’t back down now. “I know you want something,” I told him in a whisper, “something I can give you.”

And without waiting for him to even react, I fell to my knees in front of him and undid his jeans. He let me open his fly, he let me reach in and grab his cock, and he let me put my mouth on it. Oh, yeah, this guy’s gay.

I stretched my mouth wide to fit it all in me and I sucked on it like a lollipop. He tasted sweaty, like he didn’t shower after a workout at the gym, but I fucking loved it. I like my men dirty and sweaty and masculine. I fondled his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers, tugging on the sac, driving him wild.

Joel moaned, but quickly shut his mouth. He sat back down on the toilet and I moved a little closer to him, resting my arms on his muscular thighs. He put his hand on my head and grabbed my hair, forcing me to bob up and down at the pace he wanted.

“That’s good,” Joel muttered, his voice flooded with obvious desire. “Fucking take it, bitch.”

An odd feeling rushed through me — I was enjoying this. I was no longer doing this to take down Joel, to take one for the team. No, I was somehow turned on by sucking off this guy that’s been so brutally mean to me and my closest friends.

Suddenly — far too soon — he held my head in place, stopped me from bobbing up and down on his dick. Please don’t come, please don’t come, please don’t come, I kept pleading in my head. If he shot his load, this would be over before it started and it would be the most disappointing hook-up I’ve ever had. My mind spun with the fact that I wanted a hook-up with Joel to last longer, but there was just something about this encounter that had instantly turned me on.

Sure enough, his cock suddenly pulsed and my mouth filled with his hot — wait ... fuck ... this wasn’t come — this was piss! The douchebag was pissing in my mouth.

I tried to pull my head away from him, but he held me firm in place. “Drink it, bitch. Swallow it all,” he commanded.

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