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The Doctor’s Demands (First Time Gay Medical Exam and Aphrodisiac Erotica)

Published October 2, 2015



Medical student Josh Daniels never imagined that an internship in in Dr. Lowe’s lab would put him at the center of the famous researcher’s medical experiments. But when the doctor needs a young straight man for his intense pleasure therapy and sexual behavior modification testing, Josh is soon ready to do anything to fulfill the doctor’s expectations.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, the use of a potent aphrodisiac, a highly erotic medical examination, anal sex, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, receptive young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

I frowned at the tabletop. Behavior modification? The idea seemed so invasive and frightening, and what exactly was I being modified to become? He had mentioned a sexual aspect of things. What could these two men do that would give me a better sex life?

“I’m straight,” I blurted. But immediately I flushed again. Why had I said that? It seemed like I needed to say it, but he hadn’t implied anything.

Dr. Lowe smiled a little in amusement. “That’s good, Josh. That was among our criteria. It was clear to me in the elevator that you fit the profile we’re looking for.”

I looked at him, not understanding his words. I wanted to object. I wanted to be put off by this sudden and unexpected request.

But looking at him I couldn’t help but feel the warm glow of relevance and security. He could do anything, accomplish anything, and here he was trying to make me a part of it. And if I said no, what was left for me? That would be it. I’d never be here again, and more than anything I couldn’t stand the thought of being sent away from this place where my future seemed attainable instead of some distant dream.

“Obviously it’ll be an intense and demanding experience for you,” he said, reading my unspoken reluctance. “No one will stop you if you try to walk out that door.”

I looked up at him, into his eyes, trying to read him. There was a slight intensity I hadn’t seen there before, and for a moment I doubted what he had said. He would try to stop me, I thought. He wants me to be a part of this. He thinks I’d be good for it, or he wouldn’t have gone to the trouble he already has.

And maybe it was that more than anything that put me over the edge. I only knew him by what I read about him and heard about him from a distance, but I had already almost forgotten already. It felt like he was a presence I had always known and wanted to make happy, a distant figure of natural authority and competence that alters and moves the world without really trying to. After only a few words I already felt a compulsion, a need even, to make him happy with me.

I should have asked more questions, learned more about what he was asking, but without even meaning too I had already made a decision, so what was the point? All it would do was imply that I was doing it for me and not for him.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Therapy Series with full consent of the original author.

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Paying off the Bikers

Published March 7, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and rough group sex, alpha male biker outlaws, the use of potent aphrodisiacs and sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Jack Leighton is all business, all the time, and it’s his willingness to do anything to get ahead that’s helped him build his little clothing line into a full-fledged sportswear brand. But he’s taken things just a little too far when he turns to moneylaundering to help his struggling bottom line, a decision that brings him in contact with types of men he might not be ready to handle.

Now when he tells the outlaw MC president he needs to take a break from their agreement, the biker seems to want to help and offers Jack a pill that will help him focus and get his books in order. But soon, Jack finds out that helping him get ahead wasn’t exactly what the tattooed outlaw had in mind, and the drug he’s given him is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.

Before Jack knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and new urges have pushed him into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help him fill his sudden cravings …

Excerpt:

Laughter sounded from around the table.

“That wasn’t a pill to help you focus,” Cole chuckled.

“It wasn’t?”

What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn’t left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my body.

“No, it wasn’t. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I grinned a little nervously.

“It’s a drug that makes people look and feel like you’re looking and feeling right now.”

“Horny?” I asked before I could think to stop myself.

He laughed. “Exactly, college boy. Exactly. But don’t you worry, we’ve got a good idea what to do about it.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.

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Studs Going Gay

Published February 28, 2015

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, multiple partners, dominant alpha males and the receptive young men they dominate, medical exams, billionaires, frat hazing, group sex, body transformation, and exhibitionist themes. All characters are 18 or older.

Studs Going Gay contains three fun, sexy stories of potent aphrodisiacs and hot gay first experiences:

Frat Hazing

Evan Dalton has had a tough week rushing Nu Alpha Delta: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but he’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until he hears what his final assignment is going to be. Apparently he’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return his final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac that they give him, and one that has a history of releasing repressed sexual desires?

It all sounds a bit excessive, but maybe once some jocks from a neighboring frat show up to watch the spectacle they’ll help him find something fun in his sudden overpowering and forbidden urges.

Turned Gay by the Doctor

Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, tense and uptight James Channel is being stretched to the limit. What he really needs is something to help him let go and unwind, and his doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of repressed sexual tension, though James is quick to deny to his handsome, charismatic doctor that this could be a concern for him.

But when the doctor issues him the drug and keeps him in the exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.

Gay for the Boss

Joey’s four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things, but working for a man like Peter Everette takes all the sting out of being a personal assistant. He may already be one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, but he’s so approachable and friendly with his newest employee that Joey can’t help but admire him for more than his success.

Inspired by his boss’s ability to stay in shape and look good while running a multi-million dollar company, he’s bought himself a fitness supplement that promises more than just some extra energy. But when the supplement turns out to have some “additional properties,” new hormones kick Joey’s admiration for his boss into new, unexplored territory.

Before he’s had time to think, he’s flaunting his new openness to experimentation in ways that Mr. Everette and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the young and inexperienced young man is getting all the attention he can handle, and more.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the works of Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

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Gay for the Boss

Published February 20, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and public sex, a powerful older alpha male and his young inexperienced personal assistant, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Joey’s four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things, but working for a man like Peter Everette takes all the sting out of being a personal assistant. He may already be one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, but he’s so approachable and friendly with his newest employee that Joey can’t help but admire him for more than his success.

Inspired by his boss’s ability to stay in shape and look good while running a multi-million dollar company, he’s bought himself a fitness supplement that promises more than just some extra energy. But when the supplement turns out to have some “additional properties,” new hormones kick Joey’s admiration for his boss into new, unexplored territory.

Before he’s had time to think, he’s flaunting his new openness to experimentation in ways that Mr. Everette and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the young and inexperienced young man is getting all the attention he can handle, and more.

Excerpt:

I stepped forward unsteadily, flushing under the scrutiny of the two men as both of them turned to look at me. I saw Mr. Rockworth’s face take on a momentarily puzzled expression at my altered appearance and for a lingering instant our eyes locked. “Ah – well, sir –” I started breathlessly, trying to remember the question ” – that is, Mr. Nelson, sir, a positive work environment is a good thing to have, I think.”

“Come on, Joey,” Mr. Rockworth prodded, quickly banishing any indication from his face that I looked anything other than normal, “now’s no time to be shy. I just want Mr. Nelson here to appreciate the human element in what we’re talking about. How would you characterize our relationship, for example?”

“Well, sir,” I said, trying not to look at him so I could form my words better. “I think it’s a good relationship. I mean, I like working for you very much. You’re very kind to me, and when I make a mistake you make me aware of it without making me miserable, sir, which you could do, you know. I mean I value what you say so much that if you were ever harsh to me I’d just fall apart, only you’re never harsh at all. You’re good. And obviously you’re always so important and busy that I’m sure it would be easy to say a thoughtless thing, only you never –” my flood of words faltered as I realized, even in my somewhat loose state, that maybe I was saying more than I had been asked “– never do.”

I looked up uncertainly to see Mr. Nelson watching me with a slightly surprised expression on his face. “Are you always this – forward – with your superiors?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“No,” I answered honestly, “I hope I’m not being inappropriate. It’s just that I’m extremely attracted to him, sir – oh, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I mean, it was just a mistaken – I have only workplace appropriate thoughts for my professional superiors, sir. I meant I’d do anything to please him.” I stared down at the floor, trying to get my head straight. My hard cock had freed itself from the elastic of my underwear, though, and so instead I found myself staring down at the sizeable bulge in my own pants. “I’ve had a hard-on all morning,” I explained.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo at Work with full consent of the original author.

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Frat Hazing

Published January 25, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, anal and public sex, hazing, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Evan Dalton has had a tough week rushing Nu Alpha Delta: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but he’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until he hears what his final assignment is going to be. Apparently he’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return his final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac that they give him, and one that has a history of releasing repressed sexual desires?

It all sounds a bit excessive, but maybe once some jocks from a neighboring frat show up to watch the spectacle they’ll help him find something fun in his sudden overpowering and forbidden urges.

Excerpt:

Every sensation was becoming more and more magnified. It was as though I could feel where every inch of clothing touched my skin. With each slight movement I felt the cloth rustle against me. It felt very good.

And yet … it also felt very strange. As I focused more and more of the feeling of my clothes lying on me, the more naked I felt: not naked like I was exposed to the onlookers, but just naked in the sense that I was intensely aware of my own body under my clothes and aware of the fact that the clothes were not my body. They just constrained it, bulkily and clumsily. It was like they didn’t matter, really.

I wrapped both arms around the vacuum for better support and the handle poked into my chest. I jerked at the additional sensation, and experimentally rubbed the hard rubber handle across my front. The lower part pressed against my groin.

Immediate sensory feedback exploded in my brain. My GOD did that feel incredible. I put a hand to my chest and almost cried out at how intensely good it felt. The slightest caress over my nipple felt as good as any orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.

“Jake, are you watching this?” someone said. Voices bubbled in the background, but they were a little hard to make out for some reason.

I looked down at myself, half-confused and half-euphoric. I was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt of the night before. I was developing a very obvious erection beneath the denim crotch and I only became harder as I stared down at myself. Impulsively I ran a hand down along the outside of the growing shape and let out a low, involuntary groan.

I stopped myself, remembering with difficulty that I was not alone. I looked up to see the faces turned towards me, eyes wide and mouths agape.

“Damn, that stuff really works, huh?” a voice muttered.

The warmth in my stomach had sunk lower in my abdomen and down into my groin. A pulse ran up and down my whole body and I felt a hot throb of tightness as my cock strained against my pants. With incredible difficulty I resisted the urge to plunge my hand into my underwear. My whole body seemed to be humming, strung tightly between passive ecstasy and an almost unendurable need for more stimulation.

I looked about myself again, trying to focus on where I was. My eyes found Tony Bethel standing in the doorway.

“Wh – what’s happening to me?” I asked him breathlessly.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s The Public Sex Dare with full consent of the original author.

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