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A Hero Ensnared: The Complete Series

Posted on December 14, 2023 by indieerotica

Castor, a semi-retired superhero with shapeshifting abilities who goes by the name of Phantom, is called back to duty.

A younger super-colleague of his, Corey, A.K.A. Tempest, has been rescued from a month-long imprisonment. While Corey swears he's fine and he's ready to go back to his job of protecting Selene City from the ever-present threat of supervillains, the ruling council isn't sure if they can take Corey at his word. Thus, they send Castor after him, to tail him, to watch him, and to ensure the younger superhero is safe.

But it seems Corey was never the one at risk...it's Castor. He's seductively drawn deep into submission, to ignore his charge and duty, to give everything he is...to Marcus, A.K.A. the archvillain Imperious. The final side of himself that he has to give up? His sexual freedom.

Tempest, once one of the leading superheroes in Selene City, is about to become a sexual servant to the biggest threat to Selene City.

A Hero Ensnared: The Complete Series is a 28,000-word collection of all four stories in the A Hero Ensnared series.

Castor flashed the broadest grin he could at Corey. “Now, now, Corey. Let’s not pretend you’re all pure and innocent either. You probably have some sort of fantasy about fucking yourself,” he said.

Corey leaned up, propping his torso up with his elbows against the mattress. “What if I did?” he said, voice dropping to a lower, huskier register. “You going to do anything about it? I bet you love to transform into me and jerk off in front of a mirror so you can watch me beating my meat.”

“Oh yeah. I love to edge your big cock while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Did you know that you blush from your neck when you get turned on?” Castor purred.

Castor leaned forward, looking up to meet Corey’s gaze. He licked his lips. With a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips, he cast his gaze down.

Corey’s eyes followed Castor’s.

Hook, line, and sinker, Castor thought to himself and chuckled. Now that he had Corey’s attention where he wanted it, he rubbed the erection growing between his own legs.

“Gods,” Corey groaned. “I’m so fucking pent up.”

It was a little bit filthy, and maybe a lot crazy, but Castor had been banking on it. “Then maybe you could use a hand?” he said, feigning innocence. “Or a mouth?”

Corey sucked in a breath. He flicked his gaze out past Castor’s shoulder, at the door. “I shouldn’t—” Corey said, glancing back down between Castor’s legs. “I can’t possibly ask—”

Castor smiled. He grabbed Corey’s hand and raised it to his lips. He caught a finger in his lips and popped it in, swirling his tongue once around the tip. “You’re not asking,” he murmured, in a low and husky voice. “I’m offering.”

A bright pink flush bloomed on Corey’s cheeks. It was adorable, really. It was easy to forget that Corey was a little bit on the meeker side when his heroic alter ego, Tempest, was such a fucking badass. It was really nice to see this more vulnerable, more bashful side. It awakened something inside him that he rarely got to indulge since he was more on the submissive side himself.

“A-at least a-activate the privacy screen,” Corey muttered.

Castor stood from his seat, a glint in his eye. He lowered Corey’s hand from his lips to his crotch, bumping the outline of his hard cock against the knuckles. “SIBYL, would you be able to activate the privacy screen for us?” said Castor.

“I would be able to do so, yes,” chimed SIBYL in response, though she didn’t actually activate the privacy screen. “While Corey’s physical condition has experienced remarkable improvement ever since Fatima started treating him, I must advise that he refrain from any strenuous activity.”

“That’s alright, SIBYL,” said Castor, as Corey’s wrist twisted in his grip. He bit his lower lip to stifle the groan that nearly escaped him as Corey’s fingers traced at the outline of his cock. “You don’t think a blowjob would be too strenuous, would you?”

Building a Pack: The Complete Series 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on May 6, 2021 by indieerotica

This thrilling and sexy bundle collects all four parts of Ethan White’s Building a Pack series!

Included in this book are:

THE BITE: When his boyfriend of four years leaves him for a woman, Isaac is despondent. At his moment of greatest need, a stranger shows up with an offer: the power to make sure he never has to suffer like this again.

RESCUE: After receiving the bite from Gabriel, Isaac is awakening to the werewolf powers that are now a part of him. His first order of business is rescuing his boyfriend Kevin from the clutches of an enemy that has been forcefully converting gay men straight against their will.

PUNISHMENT: Even though Isaac has already forgiven him for their acrimonious break-up, Kevin still harbors guilt for the things he said and did. He insists that Isaac punish him for his actions. It’s the only way he can think of to atone for the pain he put Isaac through.

REDEMPTION: Henry is an ex-gay priest who takes pride in his work turning gay men away from a life of sin. He also happens to be the perpetrator Isaac, Kevin, and Gabriel have been tracking. When they collide, and it’s discovered that Henry is as much of a victim as the men he converted, Isaac saves him from the life of lies that he’d been forced to live.

Building a Pack: The Complete Series 4-Pack Bundle is a 28,800-word collection of previously published stories.

“I just don’t know where else to turn to…”

The earnest words of the prayer, spoken in words slurred with drink, were like a whisper in the breeze that wound through the halls of the temple to the Étrad Sídhthe. The attendants laboriously polishing the gilded statues of men in all types of ecstasy looked about as if perturbed by the sound. “Is that what I think it is?” said one, hanging from the ceiling in a sling of ropes whilst absentmindedly rubbing a statue’s gleaming bicep with a cloth and his crotch.

“None of this makes any sense! I just want him back…”

“I think it is,” said another of the attendants, cleaning the toes of a golden Adonis with his tongue. He turned his eyes to the vaulted ceiling, to the glimmering silks crossing from one side of the hall to the other, suspended from the tops of the marble columns that paraded down the length of the corridor.

“I’ll pay any price! I’ll give you anything you want! I just want him back…”

Gaining in strength and bolstered by the benediction of the temple’s attendants, the prayer thundered down the central aisle of the main chamber. The words were steeped in the kind of desperation known only to the most sincere of loves. Disciples of the Étrad Sídhthe in their leathers and sheer cloths looked up from their coupling. Even the Cáel Sídhe took notice.

Perched upon a dais where an altar should have been were two tall thrones. Atop one, Cáel draped his slight, effete body over one of the armrests. In that position, the bright pink veils he wore, that left very little to the imagination to begin with, revealed even more of his lithe form.

With the twitch of an eyebrow, the Cáel looked across to the man seated on the other throne. His eyes glowed with the light of divination as he sought the source of the prayer’s pain. When he found it, he gave the Brogda Sídhe a meaningful look and said, “Well…that’s not good. I’m tempted, but do we even want to touch this right now?”

“It’s definitely not good,” said Brogda. His deep, sensual baritone voice sent a shiver down the spine of every man in the room whose heart held even the slightest dreg of submissiveness. He leaned forward, his brows furrowed with thought.

The dignified purple toga edged in gold stretched across Brogda’s broad chest and bulging muscles as he considered the situation, and the prayer. “But I don’t think that we want to touch it. Not directly, at least. He’s declared war, but you know what it took last time. We need time to get ready.”

“But we are going to do something, right?” said Cáel, emphasizing his words with exaggerated gestures with his right hand. He would have used both hands, but his left was busy stroking the massive cock of the disciple perched on the other armrest of his throne. “This isn’t something we can just let go.”

Brogda leaned back with a small, wicked smirk. “Correct. Which means that we’ll have to use someone who is, on the surface at least, not directly affiliated with us.” He rested his palms on the ends of the armrests of his throne. The disciple that had been worshipping his feet doubled his efforts as Brogda’s mighty cock stirred to life. The front of Brogda’s toga tented upward, parting around the rock-hard pillar that was his erection.

A Hero Enslaved: 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on January 9, 2021May 6, 2021 by indieerotica

Corey Cooper is a straight-A university student by day and a crime-fighting superhuman with control over lightning and the weather by night, but Corey Cooper is a hero with a deep, dark secret that isn’t very heroic at all.

As he struggles with villains that threaten the safety of the citizens of Selene City, the place he is sworn to protect, Corey must also contend with himself and the fantasies that are taking him down a dark path.

The hero’s willpower is not absolute. With every indulgence he finds himself mired ever deeper in his insidious craving to surrender. Unknown to him, the object of his desires is making moves in Selene City, and his unique persuasion may just make all his darkest fantasies come true.

A Hero Enslaved: The Complete Series is a 28,000-word collection of all four stories in the A Hero Enslaved series.

The front doors of the bank burst outward in a hail of hot glass shards as Tempest delicately touched down on the street outside. It had been cool all day, especially higher up above the buildings, but the fire currently raging in the lobby of the Plutarch National on High Street was enough to raise the ambient temperature by at least a few degrees.

If not for the imminent danger, it would actually have been rather pleasant to stand out by the sidewalk in front of the bank. Even the thermo-regulated suit that Tempest wore, with its midnight blue composite fabric that clung to every chiseled plane of his young body, hadn’t quite managed to keep the chill of the night away, especially as he had been flying at regulation altitude above the city for the last two hours.

Tempest surveyed the situation as he waited for further information from headquarters. Police and emergency respondents had already arrived, but they were keeping their distance because no one knew for sure if there was still an active super threat inside the building.

For the time being, the first-responders were more concerned with maintaining a safe perimeter around the building and taking care of any civilians who were managing to make it out of the structure.

The communicator on Tempest’s wrist beeped once. “SIBYL, what do you have for me?” he said. If he was being honest, the situation looked pretty dire. He could only hope that there was no one left inside the building. Even if he called up a rainstorm, he doubted it would do much to temper the flames.

“It would appear that there is no longer any sign of civilian life inside the building,” the communicator chirped. “It is difficult to ascertain the number of fatalities at this moment due to fire damage, but it appears that the majority of personnel and clientele were able to evacuate before the intensity of the blaze reached the critical point.”

Tempest nodded. Burning to death was one of the nastiest ways to go. There were far too many pyromaniac villains in the world. He could only hope that anyone who hadn’t managed to get out had died from smoke inhalation rather than the fire itself.

“Thank you, SIBYL. Do we have an active threat still inside the building?” said Tempest. “Is it safe to give the go-ahead to the emergency crews on standby?”

“Visibility inside the building is near-zero, Tempest,” the communicator chirped. “Approximately 70% of security cameras in the first, second, and third floors have been destroyed by the fire. However, it appears that there is still deliberate movement inside the building. There may be an active threat, but it is likely safe to cut power.

“Will do, SIBYL,” said Tempest, quickly jogging over to the supervisor of the response team. He relayed the information that SIBYL had given and explained his own plan. A minute later, what few lights remained on in the building went off. It was time to flush out the villain.

Ruff Times 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on October 30, 2019May 6, 2021 by indieerotica

Project ALPHA 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on March 6, 2018May 6, 2021 by indieerotica

Driven to the brink of suicide, Thomas "Tommy" Crane enrols himself willingly in a secret government project. Given a new designation as Subject 5-15 Alpha, he becomes the Facility's last hope of successfully completing a project that they had embarked upon more than half a decade ago and their final chance to secure funding for the future.

Despite the misgivings of one of the lead researchers, Kent Jamison, the experiment is carried out and the results are far beyond the Facility's wildest dreams. In Tommy Crane, a new breed of man is born. Only, his initial transformation is filled with unfettered, uncontrollable rage. He reemerges into the world a veritable Beast pursuing only the instinct to rut.

In the wake of the destruction that follows, Kent attempts to escape the facility in order to find a cure for Tommy, but instead finds himself cornered by the Beast. He struggles vainly against the Beast's strange, preternatural magnetism and ultimately succumbs to its strange influence.

Once under the sway of the beast, Kent is remade into Kenny, a submissive, precocious omega who serves as a complement to Tommy, now Thomas. Kenny satisfies his Alpha's sexual needs and in so doing and curbs the aggression that otherwise simmers in Thomas' core, giving his Alpha the chance to pursue vengeance against those that drove him to desperation.

Project ALPHA 4-Pack Bundle is a 32,500-word collection of all four of the Project ALPHA stories in one ebook.