Bound by the Enemy: Under His Thumb (Reluctant First Time Gay BDSM)
Former secret agent Randal Blake is adjusting to his new life as drug lord Sarceda's bodyguard and 24/7 sex slave. Before long, they become known as two of the most feared men in South America - but of course, that means attention from Blake's former agency, and an even bigger price on both their heads. More
This story is a standalone followup to the #1 Amazon Gay & Lesbian Erotica bestsellers, Bound by the Enemy and Bound by the Enemy: His Willing Slave.
Former secret agent Randal Blake is adjusting to his new life as drug lord Sarceda's bodyguard and 24/7 sex slave. Before long, they become known as two of the most feared men in South America - but of course, that means attention from Blake's former agency, and an even bigger price on both their heads. When they are led into a trap and captured by a bounty hunter, they manage to escape with their lives, but Sarceda wants revenge...and Blake can't stop thinking about the two of them teaching the soldier of fortune how to submit and obey. But when they finally have the chance, the reality turns out to be somewhat different from his fantasy. Blake is excited to see Sarceda's ruthless side once again, but he's still struggling to come to terms with his feelings for his Master - and what it all means for both of them. This 16,000 word short story contains explicit M/m content including bareback anal sex, rimming, facials, watersports, BDSM, frottage, and branding. Adults only!
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"Kneel," he said, and Blake did.
He looked up at his master, unsure of what he was supposed to do, or say, or how he was supposed to look him in the eyes now that he'd almost let it slip that he…
Sarceda was holding his mostly-flaccid cock between two fingers. Blake stared. What was he going to do?
He knew the answer, of course. He knew, and he hated that he knew, but most of all he hated how the thought of it made his dick twitch with interest.
"Would you ever leave again?" Sarceda asked. "Is there anything I could do, that would make you run away from me?"
Blake shook his head. As was often the case, he couldn't tell if they were playing a game, or if this was meant to be his reality. As usual it was probably some combination of both.
His dick was aimed at Blake's chest. Was he really going to do it, or was he simply fucking with his head? Blake couldn't be sure, but he was beginning to desperately hope that Sarceda had the nerve to go through with it. He wanted it, with a pang of desperation that utterly surprised him. He wanted to be defiled like that. Put in his place.
Sarceda looked down at him, his face tinged with amusement. "You like this idea, don't you? What do you think I'm about to do?"
"I don't know," Blake said.
Blake cleared his throat. "I don't know, sir," he said, loudly.
"If you're trying to goad me on, it's not going to work." Sarceda let go of his cock and stepped forward, grabbing Blake's hair deep at the roots and yanking his head back. "Tell me, slut. Tell me how much you want it."
A jolt of pure lust went through him at the sound of Sarceda's voice, his words, so much like he'd been a long time ago. "Please," he said. "More than anything. I want you to…"