Taken With Ink (Bound & Branded) NEW GAY SEX SLAVE STORY

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Young, handsome, but ultimately unlucky, Caleb is having the worse week of his life.

He's heard that his boss plans to fire him, and so, full of defiance and pride, he decides to find a way to quit in a blaze of glory before he can even be cut loose.

A suggestion from a friend coaxes Caleb into a tattoo shop, something that should have been silly and exciting, but instead, becomes his entrance into a dark world he never imagined.

Waking up in a strange bed, a bandage around his neck, he peels it away to reveal something both twisted and foreboding.

Caleb has been branded.

Claimed by a man who's name rings no bells, what answers await him as the foggy memory of the night before begins to clear?

His path to becoming a slave has been chosen for him, what lies ahead in wait?

Taken With Ink is 13,000 words of first time gay, blackmail to become a slave, orgasm denial, chastity belts, forced blowjobs and more!

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Excerpt:

“More so,” he went on, studying his gloved fingers idly, “you will understand that men will ask you to do things you, apparently, have never done. It may make you nervous, or uncomfortable, but honestly it doesn't matter.” His smile was tight, I doubted he felt much sympathy for me. “You'll need to get over your pride and accept your position, if we are to make this work, and you are to come out of it without putting yourself and your family in a gutter.”

Inside, it was like I had swallowed a hot rock, it sat heavy and made me sweat.

“So,” he said, setting the cup on the table. “Let's begin testing your ability to follow directions. Come here, kneel in front of me.”

Recalling the slap from Taro, I inhaled into my belly to steel my nerves, and forced my bare feet to carry me forward. Clumsily, I knelt before him, the carpet soft on my skin.

“Good, though that wasn't the hard part,” he laughed. Sitting up, he unbuttoned his red jacket, carefully folding it over the top of the sofa. Beneath, he wore a white button-down, long sleeved and rather normal. “I want you to open my trousers, Caleb.”

My jaw dropped, everything in me tensing at once. Shit, this is it, I should have known. With all the talk about 'obeying' and the comments on what was expected of me, it should have been more obvious. I should have been more prepared.

I wasn't.