Friday, July 26, 2019

Freebie Friday: As You Wish, Part 3 (m/m, BDSM)


It's been a long time since Rex indulged his needs. He wants to, he just...can't. Can he trust Declan to help him? 


Rex wanted to press his face against that furry, muscled chest. Wanted to curl up into a ball as close as he could get, and bask in the warmth that radiated off Declan's body.

Declan gestured to the cross. "Are you ready to try?"

That old feeling welled inside Rex -- that feeling of wanting to do anything at all to please his Dom, of needing to see that approval in Declan's eyes. He nodded and stepped up, facing away from the cross. He wasn't ready to turn his back on anyone again just yet.

"What is your safe word?" Declan asked as he knelt and fastened the restraints around Rex's ankles.

"Peanut butter." The word brought bile to the back of Rex's throat. No, he couldn't use that again. "Wait. No. May I change it?"

A bemused grin turned the right corner of Declan's mouth up. "Of course you can."

"Tombstone." He latched onto the image in his head -- that of him dancing on a very dead Taylor's grave -- and said the first thing that came to his mind.

Declan chuckled. "Well, that's a mood changer if ever I've heard one." He stood and reached for Rex's right wrist.

Fear marched in icy footsteps up his spine, but he allowed Declan to raise his arm and fit the shackle over his wrist. He clenched and unclenched his fist as Declan bound his other arm. Body shaking, he tried to think of anything else but his memories. Rainbows. Kittens. Anything.

Declan leaned in and nuzzled the side of Rex's neck. "Tell me about that night. Tell me about your fears."

"I..." Rex squeezed his eyes shut. He'd never spoken about it. He and Declan had been the best of friends for years; Declan had come to see him in the hospital the next day. But he'd never given up the details. Talking about it made it more real, somehow, even though he knew that was silly.

Another nuzzle, followed by Declan's teeth gently nipping at Rex's ear. "You are beautiful like this," Declan whispered. "I could look at you for hours." He stepped back and rested his hands lightly on Rex's shoulders. "Talk to me. You were at a club, like this one?"

Rex shook his head. "A club yes, but not like this. We went to a private room."


He turned his face away from Declan's penetrating gaze. How did you tell a man that someone he counted as a friend was a first rate asshole? "Taylor."

Declan sucked in a breath. "Taylor Lake?"


The hard ridge of Declan's jaw stood out in stark profile and his nostrils flared. "Go on."

"We went to a room like this. He bound me to a cross, like I asked. At first, things went well. I was enjoying my time. I'd never done anything like that before." But I wanted to be able to prove to you I was worthy of your attention. "He used a flogger at first, and that was great. I felt wonderful. Then he stopped, and he came back with a cane. I told him I didn't think I was ready for that, but he hit me with it anyway. I gave my safe word. Peanut butter. I said it over and over, but he wouldn't listen. He just kept..." Rex swallowed a sob and bit down on his bottom lip. "He just kept hitting me. And then he took things further."

Taylor hadn't been the first man Rex had bottomed for, but that hadn't been in the plan that night. He remembered Taylor's words, panted hot and heavy in his ear, You knew this would happen if you came here. Admit it, you like this. You want me. You asked for this. But he hadn't known, and he hadn't asked for it, and he hadn't wanted it. And he'd had no way to defend himself, no chance to get away. "I screamed for help," Rex whispered.

Declan kneaded Rex's bunched muscles, ran his hands up to capture Rex's face. "Did no one come?"


To be continued..

Friday, July 19, 2019

Freebie Friday: As You Wish, Part 2 (m/m, BDSM)


It's been a long time since Rex indulged his needs. He wants to, he just...can't. Can he trust Declan to help him? 


They made their way back through the crowd, and Declan slid his card into the reader. He steered Rex down another hall to their right, and to another door. "It's a private room. I reserved it for us."

Rex waited as Declan opened the door and stepped back. His heart hammered as he crossed the threshold. In front of him, hanging on the wall, loomed a Saint Andrew's Cross, leering down at him like an evil thing. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to run. Nothing good would come of this; he'd only get hurt. Sure, everything would start out all fine and dandy, and he'd be enjoying himself, but then it would all go too far. Where would the scars be this time? His breathing hitched and he took a step back, colliding with Declan's chest.

"Easy." Declan ran his hands up and down Rex's arms, then pulled Rex back against him. "Nothing is going to happen that you don't want. Understand?"

Rex nodded. Nice words, but that's what the last Dom had said. He took a deep breath to try to steady himself. He was being an idiot. He'd known Declan for over seven years. In that time, he'd never heard of Declan hurting anyone. The Shady Business BDSM club, and Grey Shade specifically, came highly recommended by people in the lifestyle. He'd wanted to come here and do this for so long -- at least a year now. He needed to get past his fear and get back into the life he loved living. And having Declan to himself -- finally -- for the night didn't hurt his feelings.

Declan stepped around in front of Rex. He took Rex's face in his hands and leaned in for a gentle kiss. He slid his hands down to capture Rex's wrists, rubbed his thumbs over the scars. "We'll go slow tonight, I promise you. I will not hurt you."

"I trust you." Rex forced the words out through his too-thick-with-emotion throat. He realized his hands were shaking and he balled them into fists.

Declan moved away and went to the far side of the room. "Come."

He spoke the word in a crisp, commanding tone that sent shivers up and down Rex's spine. Rex forced himself to put one foot in front of the other. He tried hard to concentrate on the idea of being bound, of being on display for Declan's amusement and pleasure, instead of his memories. Somehow, he found the gumption to keep moving, to turn, and let Declan guide him to the cross. Declan started unbuttoning his own shirt, and panic rose in Rex like a fever, washing him in a cold sweat. Nakedness meant sex, didn't it? "I want to keep my clothes on," he blurted.

Declan paused in his movements and looked at him for a long moment before speaking. "Would you prefer I kept mine on as well?"

Rex teetered on the edge of control, half way between bolting out the door and throwing himself at Declan's feet. God, how he'd wanted this; dreamt of it, how he'd spent so many years lusting after his friend, wanting nothing more than to be allowed this close. One night, one horribly, horribly wrong night, had changed everything, stolen all his will and replaced it with terror. And the last time... If he shook his head now, if he said no, would he ever get the chance again? "It's up to you," he whispered.

Declan shook his head. "No, it's entirely up to you. You are the sub. You need to tell me what you're comfortable with." He reached out and touched Rex's cheek with the back of his hand. "When I said I'd never hurt you, I meant it."

Rex swallowed and licked his dry lips. Maybe it didn't have to be all or nothing. Declan had said they'd take it slow, right? Maybe he could do this in half steps. "Take off your shirt, then."

Declan nodded and finished the buttons, slid the garment back off his shoulders.

Friday, July 12, 2019

Freebie Friday: As You Wish (m/m, BDSM)


It's been a long time since Rex indulged his needs. He wants to, he just...can't. Can he trust Declan to help him? 


Rex paused across the street from the Shady Business BDSM club. He still wasn't sure why he'd come. The last time he'd done something like this... He shivered and shook his head, rolled his shoulders in an attempt to shake the memories off. His lifted his hand to rub the back of his neck, but movement brought the scars on his wrist into view. He stood there, hand held in the air, staring at the marks on his flesh from his last foray into his darker desires. This was insane. He turned to go just as someone called his name.


He faced the club again. Standing just outside the door, six delicious feet of muscle and man, was Grey Shade, the owner of the club. Rex sighed. Great. Now he'd been seen. He took a deep breath and ran across to meet up with his new friend. "Hey."

"Hey yourself." Grey laid a hand on Rex's shoulder. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

"Neither was I." Rex laughed nervously and ran his hand through his hair. Being near Grey brought up feelings and needs he couldn't deny. Maybe he'd been right to come.

"Declan called. He's running a little late. How about a tour in the meantime?" Grey inclined his head and stepped aside to let Rex enter.

Last chance. Rex glanced up and down the street, then above to the nondescript sign.

"If you've changed your mind, it's all right." Grey assured him. "I won't be offended."

Rex shook his head. He needed this, probably more than he realized. "No, I'm good."

He followed Grey inside. He looked around, frowning. Not what he'd expected at all. Just a courtyard area and a restaurant. Several people sat at tables, talking and laughing, sharing drinks. Everything looked positively normal.

"Sorry I'm late."

Rex snapped his head around at that voice. Declan strode toward him, pulled him into a tight embrace against that massive, chiseled chest, leaving him breathless. He stifled a gurgle of protest when Declan pulled away.

"I was just about to give him the tour," Grey explained. "You might as well continue yourself." He gestured to a set of stairs Rex hadn't noticed.

A meaningful look passed between them, and Rex suddenly had the impression that the two Doms knew more about each other than he'd initially thought. The image of them together, bodies writhing against each other, filled his head and went straight to his cock. A blush blazed its way up his neck and cheeks as he looked away.

Declan gave Grey a half bow and took Rex's hand. "Come. There's a lot to show you."

Rex nodded and walked up the stairs behind Declan. Once again, the place surprised him. He'd been in BDSM clubs and playhouses before, but never one as large as this, or as clean. His memories were of dirty, hole-in-the-wall dives; backrooms where the floor was sticky and the bonds were rusty. This place had swank written all over it.

Declan pointed to their right, and lead the way over to the bar area. Loud music played overhead, and more bodies than he could count gyrated on the dance floor. Rex eyed the bar. Tempting, but he needed his head in the game tonight.

"The room we want is that way." Declan jerked a thumb in the direction they'd come. He pulled a shiny plastic card out of his pocket and held it up for Rex to see. "Shall we?"

Rex swallowed hard. He nodded, the jerky movement of his head not nearly as confident as he wanted to seem.

Declan slid his arm around Rex's waist. "You don't have to do this," he murmured.

"Yeah... Yeah, I do." He tapped the card. "Let's go."

To be continued...

Friday, July 5, 2019

Freebie Friday: NSFW Torn Apart, Part 3 (m/m)


After a massive natural disaster all but destroys the planet of Torn, William—a Human soldier—must find his native lover, Intugu. Will the two be reunited, or will William's dreams end in a pile of rubble?



William stood stock-still, unable to move or even blink. Did his eyes deceive him? Perhaps, but he stared steadily at the approaching form, afraid that to look away would dispel the mirage. He was keenly aware of every movement and sound around him—the plat-plat of the rain, the cries of scavenger birds circling above, even his own breath, shallow and bated, waiting…waiting. William sank to the ground with a soundless sob. He jerked back to awareness as water trickled slowly over his parched lips; his tongue darted out instinctively to lick up the gifted moisture. "Where…?" he croaked.

Intugu shook his head, held the canteen of water steady.

William drank greedily, and when he finally lifted his head away, he barely had time to brace himself before Intugu was on him, pressing him back against the ground with a grunt and claiming his lips in a savage, demanding kiss.

"Thought you dead," Intugu murmured as their lips parted. He rained kisses down William's jaw and neck, licking, biting, and sucking.

"I though the same of you." William caught Intugu's head in his hands, their gazes meeting. "Are you well?"

Intugu nodded, a haze of lust in his eyes. William wasn't sure the question even registered.

"You well?" Intugu's stubborn resistance to learning the Human language had left him with a rather rudimentary grasp of it. But he made his meaning clear as he moved his hands up and down William's arms and chest, obviously searching for wounds.

"Just this. Otherwise, yes." William lifted his leg to reveal his ankle. He grabbed for those roving hands and held them tightly, needing to assure himself of Intugu's real, physical presence. Intugu pulled away though, to proceed with a thorough inspection of William's ankle, shaking his head and making little clicking noises with his tongue.

He reached for the canteen again, poured water over the wound and then sniffed at it, pulling his head back with a snarl and a grimace. "Bad!"

William nodded. "I know." And at that moment, he didn't really give a damn about his ankle. Or anything else besides Intugu.

Grabbing William's pack, Intugu upended it and emptied the contents onto the ground. He picked up each item, looking from it to William's ankle and frowning, as if to say this will not help at all! He replaced the motley assortment of found treasures quickly, tossing them back into the pack. Intugu sighed and shook his head.

"It'll be fine, really," William assured him. "I've come this far on it. A little longer isn't going to matter." At least, he hoped not. Though he could smell the damned thing now, where he hadn't been really able to before. The way Intugu kept staring at his ankle, with that furrowed brow and those pursed lips, didn't help.

But Intugu held up a hand and shook his head again. He stood and walked back down the path, then disappeared into the brush.

"Where are you going?" William called out. Damn that man.

Intugu returned with a triumphant smile and a handful of leaves. He cupped his free hand out before him, catching raindrops, and used the water to wash off the leaves. Stuffing the leaves into his mouth, he picked up William's pack again and pulled out the knife and rope as he chewed absently. He cut two lengths off the rope and put the rest back in the pack. "Don't move," he mumbled around a mouthful.

William gasped and held as still as he possibly could as Intugu used the knife to pick away at the dried blood and scabbing flesh on his ankle. In a perfect world, he'd have preferred the knife had been cleaned first, but Torn was far from perfect, and any little bit helped, he supposed.

Intugu spit the leaf mush out into his hand and spread it gently on William's wound. Then he cut the left sleeve of his tunic away and wrapped it around William's ankle, tied the rope around it to keep it secure. "There."

William smiled despite the situation, for Intugu did seem ever so proud of himself, and whatever he'd chewed up just might make the difference. Or it might not, but William wasn't sure how much he cared. "Thank you."

Intugu sat back on his knees—stared at William for the space of a second, head cocked and eyes narrowed—and then pounced once again. I'm not clean. It's raining. We're in the open. People might see. We're not safe here. All the logical objections sprang to William's mind, but never passed his lips. This was his Intugu—alive and whole—and nothing else mattered. Hot lust flooded through him and his cock jerked. Even near death, he was certain he could—and would—rise to the occasion for Intugu.

Intugu tore at William's clothing impatiently, as if replacing it were no larger a matter than simply buying new ones. Despite William's attempts to slow him, Intugu pressed on, getting them both naked below the waist. He settled himself between William's legs and took William's cock in his hand, began to work it with long, slow, tight strokes that had William breathless and writhing. William let out a yelp as he opened his legs wider instinctually, accidentally bumping his ankle on a rock and subjecting himself to a searing bone-deep pain. Intugu reached back and laid his hand on William's leg, holding it down firmly as he continued his ministrations with his other hand.

And then he lowered his head and William thrust up into the sweet, blissful moist heat of his mouth. Although there was nothing necessarily soft or slow about Intugu's lovemaking—men like him took what they could when they could, and thought nothing of sweet platitudes, and William understood and agreed with that—there was a certain amount of regard to it. He saw to William's pleasure first, and if he wasn't careful, he was at least thorough. He knew how to pleasure a man, knew what touch felt good no matter the mentality of the one on the receiving end, had always known how to bring William's high-and-mighty arrogance crashing down in a heap of begging and pleading for more.

And William did beg and plead, in quiet, hushed words, his voice ragged and hoarse from days of a throat drier than should've been possible. He gagged and coughed on his own words, but Intugu seemed to take no mind of it, kept up his stroking and licking, sucking and pulling. William kept thrusting, unwilling to admit defeat, that the very act of responding to Intugu sapped his strength and left him feeling near lifeless.

Head heavy and thoughts scattered, he closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip to keep the scream of orgasm at bay. Intugu swallowed, the sounds of his greedy consumption reaching William's ears and making him grin. That grin dissolved, though, as Intugu's spit-slicked cock filled him quickly, starting a hard, fast rhythm at once. Intugu hunkered down over William and fucked him like a man possessed, hands clawing into the ground beside them for leverage.

William lay unmoving, though not uninterested, simply unable to coax his wrung out body into anything more than a vessel for Intugu's passion. But that was enough, was good beyond measure. He whispered harsh words, urging Intugu on, saw the feral glow of lust flame to life in the depths of Intugu's eyes and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he could never, ever live without this man—this native who so wholly consumed his soul. Although they admittedly spoke barely ten sentences to each other in any given day.

Intugu reared back, bunched muscles standing out against his smooth skin. He shook his head from side to side, slinging rainwater, as if to deny the intensity of what he felt, or to question his own ability to feel it. William sighed as Intugu fisted a hand in his shirtfront and hauled him up by it, stealing another long, hard kiss.

Intugu broke the kiss with a heaving gasp and nodded. "We go to temple."

"It still stands?"

Another nod, and a look of incredulity, eyebrows arched, as if the thought of the temple not standing after The Great Anger was somehow more far-fetched. "Temple stands."

"All right then." William stood with Intugu's help and they fumbled with their clothing, bumping into each other on purpose more than accidentally, if either of them were to admit it, needing to convince themselves of the other's existence. At length they were ready, and Intugu slipped an arm around William's waist; William slung his own over Intugu's shoulders.


William nodded. "Temple."

"Weyom." Intugu pressed a lingering kiss to William's forehead and William sighed with contentment. It seemed an alien thing to feel, in the midst of chaotic disaster, with a wound that could very well cost him his foot, if not his entire leg, depending upon what they found at the temple. But standing there, Intugu's warm, solid body pressed against him, Intugu's strong, powerful arm around him, William knew somehow they'd be all right. He took a step forward, but turned and frowned. Intugu hadn't moved—stood looking up at him, clinging to him.

Intugu reached out hesitantly and pressed his hand to William's chest, over William's heart. "Love," he whispered.

William swallowed hard and nodded, suddenly realizing that there did in fact exist one thing that neither he, nor indeed anyone or anything—not even Torn—could conquer, bend, or convert. "Love."

~The End~