Taking His Direction (Reluctant Gay BDSM Sex Slave)

Sullivan Pierce is a professional thief who messes with the wrong man when he targets Dane Soldano. After being left naked, handcuffed, and gagged while Sully walks off with a priceless figurine, Dane's out for blood. Unfortunately for Sullivan, Dane's idea of revenge involves kidnapping him and turning him into Dane's not-so-willing slave. Will he get away, or will he end up bound, broken, and begging for more?

Warning: This 8300 word short story contains explicit descriptions of a rough blowjob, belting, orgasm denial, reluctant first time gay sex, BDSM, and a thief-turned-slave who should have known better.

Caleb's mission was simple: find and eliminate master criminal Serkan. Now he's been captured by the most dangerous man he's ever known, but Caleb soon learns that his captor's tastes in interrogation favor more sensual methods than he expected. His will to resist is strong, but the sensations Serkan awakens in him weaken Caleb's resolve by the second. Every man has his breaking point, and Serkan knows exactly how to find it.

This 4400 word erotic story contains bondage, orgasm denial, reluctant first-time gay sex, chain play, light breath play, and a hero who comes to learn that even the strongest man can be made to switch sides.

The Ring, a place fighters battle for their lives to win a chance at surviving another day. Jackal has known this life for far too long, yet when he thinks it's finally over and death awaits him, he discovers he's been rescued by a strange benefactor.

His new master, Seliun, offers him a tempting chance at something new; instead of fighting to the death, he can become a pleasure slave and live his days in the warm sun and luxury of a palace.

Yet, Jackal is wary the promise might be one he can't full-fill. He isn't interested in men, how can he possibly please Seliun? For some reason, his master is convinced it won't be a problem, and quickly enough the former fighter finds himself yearning for the strange man in ways he never dreamed.

This 11.9k M/M word story is full of themes such as BDSM, male slavery, first time gay sex, cock rings and orgasm denial, as well as reluctant anal play and rough sex.

FOR ADULTS ONLY

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It went on like that for some time, Seliun placing a small nibble of deliciousness into Jackal's mouth, and the former fighter allowing it begrudgingly. He hated such casual insult, there was less honor in this than the Ring even had. But, as those deft fingers teased his wet tongue, his eager lips, he couldn't deny it was exciting him in a way far beyond inappropriate.
When his master offered his fingers a final time, Jackal didn't realize there was no food to be had. Stunned, he stared into that tan face, feeling finger tips resting past his teeth. The word that came, that command, was so sharp and demanding that Jackal knew this was not someone who was used to being denied. “Suck.”
At first, he did nothing, his brain battling with the request.
Suck them? I...
Eyes blue as ice, cold and bordering on cruel, stared him down. Nervously, reluctantly, Jackal wrapped his lips around those fingers and began to suckle. Seliun's grin was wide, his tone low, burning. “Good, good boy. Yes, now use your tongue.”
Jackal knew his cheeks were on fire, but he rolled his tongue over the objects in his mouth, shivering when Seliun wriggled them around. Those digits explored his wet flesh, stroking his taste buds and reminded the man of something salty. The contact was bold, teasing, and in a flash the spike of arousal made his cock twitch.
No, no, this is happening too fast.
Seliun grazed the shape of his teeth, then slow as sap, dragged his hand free of Jackal's lips. To his surprise and shame, the man heard himself gasp, hanging on a second longer as he tried to keep sucking his master's fingers.
The man above gave him a wild, amused smirk; Jackal shivered and looked away in a hurry.
What is this, why is he exciting me like this so easily?
It was impossible to deny, his manhood was swelling, and all he could hope was that Seliun did not see. But with his simple loin cloth, the man knew if he spread his knees or moved at all, his cock was bound to be visible where it pressed painfully at the front of the cloth.
“You're good with your mouth,” Seliun purred, and it did nothing to make the other man feel any better. “And you thought you wouldn't be a good fit here.”

Secret agent Randal Blake has been captured by the enemy, soon to be tortured and held in captivity. Or so he thinks - until his captor makes it clear that he's interested in more than information or ransom. Bold and sensual, the mysterious kidnapper offers Blake a unique alternative to traditional torture - and the drug he slipped into Blake's food is making it seem all the more enticing. Will the straight spy decide to become another man's sex slave? Warning! This 9,300 word story contains kidnapping, reluctant consent, bondage, corporal punishment, collaring, first-time anal sex, gunplay, and fisting. Adults only!

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The whole side of his head stinging and throbbing, Blake gave Sarceda a dangerous look. But it had no power behind it, and they both knew. Blake was helpless. His shoulders ached. He squirmed against the ropes, but it was no use - Sarceda obviously knew what he was doing when it came to knots.

"Apologize," he ordered, holding Blake's jaw in a vise grip.

Blake swallowed. "F*** off," he gritted out.

Sarceda's face relaxed into a smile. "That's right," he said. "Don't respond to pain. Just like they taught you." He let go of Blake's face, kneeling back down and finishing the job of removing his shoes and socks. "All the time and energy they expend, teaching you boys not to respond to pain. How much did they torture you, in the name of making you into something more than human? And it never occurred to them to try and make you immune to pleasure."

He stood, stroking the top of Blake's head as if he were a housecat. "Don't worry," he said. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll remember what it means to feel pain the way the rest of us do."

"I admire your confidence," said Blake, softly. Sarceda's blunt fingernails were gently scratching his scalp now, just the way he liked. The adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins was beginning to dissipate, leaving him with a strange sense of calm. He felt a warm feeling spreading through his chest.

"You should know that I don't like being lied to," said Sarceda, stepping back and slipping out of his jacket. He stripped down to the waist methodically as he spoke. "But, I do appreciate what you were trying to do. Letting me believe this won't be your first time with a man. Teasing me with the possibilities. Very cute. But unnecessary." He undid his belt and slipped it out of his trousers, taking both ends and looping it around in one hand while caressing it with the other. "Do believe me when I say that there's no possibility of you turning me on any more than you already do."

"Thank you," said Blake. "That's very kind."
The belt came down and hit the mattress with a loud thwack, inches from his skin. Blake couldn't stop himself from flinching.

Sarceda laughed suddenly, tossing it aside. "No, I won't punish you that way. Not tonight." He knelt down by Blake's feet again. "Close your eyes."

The snow is cold, the sky is black, and battle is all Fellun Mercstroud can taste. Young at twenty years, but hardened by the cruel destiny of protecting his people, the captain sets out on a patrol to ambush the enemy of his Clan; the Gray Hunters, barbarians with violent hearts and blood lust in their eyes.

Fellun knows his squad is small, but the young warrior believes he can catch the Grays by surprise.

Yet, what happens when instead, he is ambushed by his enemy? Taken captive by the leader, Renton the Reaper, Fellun is sure death awaits him. But when his muscular, confusing foe begins to touch him in perverse ways he would have never allowed, the captain becomes concerned. What is Renton up to, and why is it stirring baffling, taboo sensations deep in his loins?

This 6.7k M/M word story is full of themes such as bondage, first time gay sex, forced orgasms, and reluctant anal play.

FOR ADULTS ONLY

Excerpt:

“You said,” the man smirked, brushing his fingers gently down that smooth, tan flesh, “to get on with it. I'm happy to oblige, Mercstroud.”
Fellun gasped, trying to pull away, but finding himself still trapped. This can't be happening, what is he thinking? His mind was buzzing in confusion, staring at the intimidating figure who was eyeing his solid chest and slim waist hungrily. He had never had a man watch him with such lust, for that was truly what he had identified in those heated eyes of black; the Reaper wanted him.
Unable to help himself, he trembled when Renton leaned close, the older man inhaling along the length of his bruised throat; as if chasing his scent. For Fellun, he realized the larger man smelled like smoke and almonds.
Still those fingers quested, making a path down Fellun's chest, over his sternum and back again. He was clearly enjoying the way that body felt, and much to his distress, Fellun felt the first tingle of his own reaction.
No, no I can't! I'm not like this, I don't desire men! Not any of them, not even masterful conquerors like...like...
Renton had found the buckle of his belt, and without even looking, he easily undid the clasp. The sound of metal on leather broke the silence, and Fellun found his voice.
“S-stop, please...” He sounded hoarse, and he hated it.
“Stop this, why would I ever do that?” The Reaper pressed his lips to the young man's neck, and Fellun quivered, unable to halt the jolt of excitement that rolled from scalp to toes.
His lips are far too soft!
The man was toying with the top of his captive's trousers now, stroking the silky line of hair that made a tempting trail straight down. It sent a twitch to Fellun's cock, as if waking it from a dream, and the sensation of it starting to firm made his stomach flip, his shame blossom. What is this, why am I getting so worked up! If he goes any lower, he's going to notice...

After his mother leaves, Jordan takes her place in cleaning and taking care of his father. But when his father resorts to going to bars in a desperate attempt to get laid, he becomes a sex-crazed drunk, and after several failed attempts to find intimacy he soon takes his pent up sexual frustration out on Jordan. 
Find out how Jordan learns to take on all of his mother's previous roles and becomes his father's new wife.

Contains explicit gay sex; incest (father and son); rough, forced anal and oral sex; dubious consent; exhibitionism and voyeurism.

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I tried not to scream out as I felt him pull his cock out of my ass and then thrust hard back in. I bit my lip to muffle any cries. "Shh," Dad said to me, holding me tighter, "You can take it. You're making me feel so good, baby."

As he continued to ram his big cock into me, the pain began to ease and I soon tolerated the coerced fuck. I felt his fat shaft plow into my burning asshole and, as he shoved himself back into me, his movements pushed me down against the floor, making my crotch rub against what was left of my briefs that still lay under me. It started to feel... good. The friction on my cock made me hard, and I enjoyed the feeling of him pushing me and, by consequence, jacking me off.

Dad's cock hit my prostrate just right, and I jumped at the sensation and let out an uncontrolled moan. "Did you like that?" He asked, aiming for the same spot again and again with hard thrusts. I gasped in response, too indignant to reply obediently. Dad kept rubbing his huge cock against that amazing little spot, and I soon began to back my ass on him, meeting him mid-thrust to get more of his dick up my abused ass.

Always hiding his tormented past along with his scarred body, Kaden James finds it difficult to keep a job. Luck finally turns his way when he finds work as a cook on a Montana ranch, where he meets terrifyingly handsome Logan Michaels. Logan is different from any man Kadens ever met, and before long, he finds himself falling in love with the big cowboy.

But Kadens nightmares wont let go of him so easily, and hes not just jumping at shadows. He has nearly a lifetime of abuse, horrifying memories, and pain addiction to overcome. Can Logan's gentle touch help Kaden heal inside?