Gay BDSM erotica. Jake’s an out-of-control freshman and a brand new Sigma. Adam’s the senior assigned to bring him in line. But when Jake gets moved into Adam’s room and told to obey his every instruction, things start heating up. Neither of them knew how much Adam likes being in control -- and how desperately Jake wants to submit. More
WARNING: contains graphic m/m sex, including handcuffs and other restraints, dirty talk, erotic humiliation, begging, dominance and submission, some feminization/panties-wearing, spanking, oral, and anal sex. You know, the usual frat stuff.
I sit back in the desk chair, and his eyes follow me, drag down my body. His fingers twitch in his lap.
The sound of my zipper’s so loud I feel like they can hear it downstairs. My pulse is pounding in my ears, and Jake’s across the room waiting for permission. For my order. “C’mere.” He starts to get up, but I shake my head, and he turns bright red. “Crawl.”
I’ve never seen him care what he looks like before -- I was starting to think it was impossible. But his embarrassment is unmistakable, his face flushed to the tips of his ears. There’s a burst of laughter from downstairs and the sound of somebody getting their ass kicked on Halo, but in my room there’s just the sound of our breath and the soft noises of Jake’s hands and knees on the wood floor.
He sits at my feet, flicking his eyes up to my face and away again, down to my hard-on and my undone zipper, and I reach down and grab a handful of that messy hair. His breath catches, and when I tighten my grip, his mouth falls open. “Take it out,” I say, and he nods.