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.
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Excerpt
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.