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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.

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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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Turned Gay by the Doctor

Published February 3, 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, medical examinations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

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.

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“Well, it’s certainly promising, but it’s still in clinical trials. We would need to be absolutely sure you’re a good fit.”

“Anything,” I agreed.

He flipped through a couple pages of his clipboard, considering the matter. “Well, this is a bit unusual. I’m going to have to ask you a couple very personal questions, James, if that’s alright with you.”

“It’s certainly alright, doctor,” I said, smiling at him.

“How regularly do you experience sexual release?”

I started and stared at him, sure I had heard him wrong. “Experience what?”

“I am sorry to have to ask,” he apologized. “But the drug in question has been known to produce certain, possibly undesirable and uncontrollable side-effects for individuals with a great deal of pent-up sexual tension. Otherwise I would certainly never pry into something so personal. You see, as an anti-anxiety drug it tends to induce a more relaxed – ah -” he coughed politely ” – impulsive mental state. Especially in individuals with latent or repressed … tendencies.”

“Oh,” I said, flushing a bit. I looked at him and then looked away. If I was being completely honest, I probably knew what the answer should be, but I’d sooner die than admit to this rugged specimen smiling at me that I hadn’t been getting any. I was sure it wasn’t something he could ever understand. “Regularly, yes,” I informed him. “Of course, not constantly, I mean not excessively, of course. Just a usual amount.” My voice sort of rose in pitch as I stumbled over myself to present the matter the right way.

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

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Lessons in Submission: The First Trilogy

Published October 16, 2014

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations involving multiple men, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, public sex, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam has always been curious about the kink lifestyle, but his exposure to it with his current partner has been a bit limited. But after an eye opening experience with couple acquaintance within the scene, Adam and Damien apply to become members in the highly exclusive Langston Society, a BDSM network of the city’s most powerful and influential men. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Langston uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Adam finds himself standing alone before a gathering of the city’s most powerful and sexually dominant men with only one task: obey.

Lessons in Submission: The First Trilogy follows Adam along the initial steps of his sexual adventure, first at the hands of his partner, then on the public stage of the Langston Society, and finally into the house of discipline established by one of the society’s most prestigious members who, intrigued by Adam’s charms, makes a rare offer to train him personally over the course of a week.

Excerpt

All the while, the other hand worked its delicate touch up my thigh, claiming my body as his one inch at a time.

As he continued to speak, his tone became quieter and more seductive, almost hypnotic. “But me, I can tell when someone is truly, utterly powerless. It doesn’t have anything at all to do with ropes.” The tips of his fingers brushed the seam of my briefs. “Do you know what I mean, Adam?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I felt paralyzed by need, not just his touch but his orchestration. He was playing my body, and every note seemed to match a perfect harmony I had never listened for before. All the while it seemed that the air I breathed was of nothing but his scent, issuing me deeper into his world of physical bliss.

“Yes, sir,” I repeated slightly less breathlessly in an attempt to hide my state from the onlookers. Jack, of course, knew precisely what he was doing to me. There was no concealing this experience from him. And I would be safe in his arms, his touch told me. I could let myself go.

The hand between my legs rubbed over my underwear, cupping my balls ever so gently, and I let out an explosive breath.

“I could take anything you possess right now, couldn’t I?” he asked softly. “Anything that is yours is being surrendered up to me. I can feel it in every breath you take.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

His fingers felt at the edge of my underwear and then in stages he nudged them aside. The pressure of the constricting garment moved away and I felt my cock extending out into the air. The thought that I was somewhere where I was uncomfortable with my cock being exposed seemed to flit back and forth somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind.

“I could manipulate you and use you and you would not even think to object.”

“Yes,” I repeated. Each word he spoke seemed infused with the pleasure his fingers were imparting to me. I held my breath as I felt them wandering up the underside of my shaft and the infinitely sensitive tip. I had not opened my eyes in the past minute. Nothing else existed but the part of me that he was touching.

“When I hold you in my fingers, you are going to be mine utterly.”

“Yes,” I agreed before I understood what he was saying. Then when I did, I repeated, “yes.”

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Expose and His to Train series with full consent of the original author.

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Lessons in Submission: Bound to Obey

Published October 16, 2014

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, discipline, pain play, bondage, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

It’s been three days since Adam arrived at the master’s house, but when looking back on them he remembers only a whirlwind of new experiences that overwhelm any sense of time. In only that short period it has fulfilled all the lofty hopes that brought him here, but it has awakened new deeper, secret hopes as well. In quiet moments, he even dares to think that it is special to the master, too, even as experienced and worldly as he is. As together they delve ever deeper into the submissive dominant relationship and push at the boundaries of what Adam thought himself capable of and comfortable with, the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will be said and what plans may be changed to address these unexpected feelings?

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He had lowered himself so that he was sitting on my thighs, his skin against mine. His hand rested on my hip as he continued to hold my face towards his with his other hand. It was a symbolic gesture. I could never have looked away now. He was praising me for things I had never known about myself, but now that he had said them and said that he liked them, I couldn’t bear the thought of being any other way. So I looked at him, submissive and patient for him to do what he clearly wanted to so badly.

He produced a match from his pocket, struck it, and lit the candle before setting it aside on the floor. The clean scent of its smoke infused the air.

“Do you trust me, Adam?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good,” he said. “That’s good. Because this isn’t something I would do with just anyone.”

“I trust you, Master,” I repeated. But even so, my chest felt tight.

He laid a hand on my on the pale, sensitive skin of my stomach. He could feel my slight trembling. He could see the trepidation that, in spite of my need to please and be brave and be open-minded, I could not shut out entirely.

“If it becomes too much for you, I want you to tell me,” he said. “I want you to say so, alright? I want you to say ‘Awry.'”

“Awry,” I repeated.

“This is a safe room,” he said, “where two people who trust each other can explore things that they would not do with other people.”

I watched him, still at a complete loss for what was about to happen. I pulled lightly at my wrists. The bondage I understood. The bondage I liked. But it also made what was coming all the more terrifying, whatever it was. But I was grateful that he was speaking this way with me. It reminded me why I was not, in my conscious mind, afraid.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: Flirting with Boundaries with full consent of the original author.

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Lessons in Submission: The Discipline Book

Published October 16, 2014

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, spanking, public discipline, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam’s first hours in his new master’s house have been intense ones, but he knows they have only scratched the surface. Before he has done little more than catch his breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the master’s household and learn just exactly what he has gotten himself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Adam’s initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time his first morning has come to a close, he will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.

Excerpt:

“Yes, Master,” several of them agreed and the others nodded obediently.

“His shorter time here makes it all the more important that his experience is a positive one.”

Again they agreed, smiles breaking onto some of their faces. I could feel excitement rising in the room.

There was a slight teasing note in Master’s voice. It was as though he and the men at the table were in on an inside joke, as though they all knew what was coming and Master was being deliberately slow in getting to it: tantalizing them under the guise of introducing me.

Slowly, Master strode to the head of the table, a hand stroking his chin and that infectiously mischievous smile on his lips.

“For those of you who haven’t heard,” he went on, “Adam and I encountered each other at his audition for the Langston Society. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master,” I agreed.

He nodded, his hands splayed lazily on the wooden table and his eyes closed. “Quite a performance.”

A slight rustling passed through his audience.

When he reopened his eyes, they fell as though by coincidence upon a small spiral-bound notebook lying in the center of the table which I had not noticed.

“And what’s that? The Log?” he said as though surprised.

He reached out one hand and drew it towards him. A collective shiver along the table confirmed that whatever had everyone so on edge had a great deal to do with that unremarkable little book. He licked a finger, drew it open, and flicked through several pages.

“My goodness,” he said. “Look at this. Would you look at this. Four days I’m away and you acquire a rap-sheet like this?” He tutted softly, turning a page back and then forward again. “Now I understand the nervousness. We have some serious accounts that need settling, don’t we?”

The sighs and shivering had stopped. He now commanded the room in utter silence.

“Who was my record keeper this week?” he asked.

“Me, Master,” a blond man seated two down from the end answered him. He had a lean muscularity and a well-defined face that was fixed in an expression of nervous expectation: a strange mixture of dread and excitement. Even sitting down he was two inches taller than the men to either side of him, and his pale skin was flushed.

Master shook his head and tutted again. “Hayden, Hayden, Hayden. All this happens when I leave you in charge?”

Hayden seemed to be holding his breath.

Master looked at his paralyzed, blushing form. “That’s ten spanks, isn’t it? For a house poorly run?”

Around the table the men nodded in confirmation.

“Would you come up here, please, where everyone can see you?”

Hayden rose carefully from his chair and made his way around the table. Master took his own chair and turned it around so that the back of it faced the room.

Hayden stopped beside him and stood waiting with nervous hands clasped over his bare stomach.

“Apologize to everybody, please. They are going to be punished because you couldn’t keep them in line. If you had done your job, none of this would be necessary.”

Hayden turned and faced the onlookers. “I’m sorry,” he said in a weak voice.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: First Discipline with full consent of the original author.

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