Taking His Direction (BDSM Gay Sex Slave) (Taming the Fighter Book 2)
Jackal has been transformed at the hands of his seductive master to become the perfect pleasure slave. Is he ready to follow every direction given, or are there some things he wishes would never be asked?
This 9,100 word M/M story is full of themes such as BDSM, male slavery, gay sex, anal plugs and orgasm denial, as well as exhibition, anal play, rough sex and a touch of romance. More
Jackal, once a fighter in the slave pits, has been transformed at the hands of his seductive master to become the perfect pleasure slave.
With quick fingers, dark whispers, and soft lips, Seliun has managed to make sure Jackal is quick to kneel at his feet and meet his every demand. Yet his training isn't complete, and his master is ready to keep pushing his limits.
Is Jackal ready to follow every direction given, or are there some things he wishes would never be asked?
This 9,100 word M/M story is full of themes such as BDSM, male slavery, gay sex, anal plugs and orgasm denial, as well as exhibition, anal play, rough sex and a touch of romance.
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The slave turned, trying to keep his face calm as he eyed the way Seliun was propped up against the wall. That smiling face was ever relaxed, always sparkling with some dark mystery and wordless promise that managed to both thrill, and worry, Jackal.
“Master Seliun,” he bowed his head, black strands brushing his own jaw line. The other man was still wearing the silken robes from earlier, and as he drew close to Jackal, he held his arms to the sides.
It was the first time he had been asked to do such a thing, and it gave Jackal pause. Still, there seemed nothing nefarious about the request, and he closed the gap, mere inches away from his master. Carefully, as if the man before him might vanish, or worse, attack, Jackal coiled his fingers in the buttery fabric.
Seliun smiled, watching him with his piercing stare, inhaling deeply, loud enough for the other man to hear. Knowing his master was enjoying his scent, Jackal blushed, fumbling to slide the robes off of those elegantly formed limbs. The red head spoke, a mulled whisper that sank into the slave's bones. “Your first time undressing a man?”
“Yes,” Jackal curled the clothing in his hands, holding it as he tried not to gaze too longingly at the shape of his master's sternum. It was sharp, and led the eye down that smooth chest.
“I like being your first, in many things.” Seliun purred, bending down so that his forehead touched Jackal's, a strangely intimate gesture. Taking the robes from the other man, Seliun tossed them aside absently, his tone deep as the sea. “I look forward to discovering more of your innocence.”