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After his first day of rough, humiliating training as a sex slave, Relon has learned many things.

Mostly, he's come to understand that barbarians do not like to be denied what they desire.

Taken in and taught by the fierce, red bearded Hintur, it becomes clear the barbarian doesn't want to share his new toy with anyone else. Relon can't help but agree, he doesn't want to be passed around to the other men of the clan.

The plan Hintur comes up with sounds promising to the naive young man, until he sees the wooden stocks that will lock him in place and expose him before the hungry eyes of the clan.

If Hintur can put on a good enough show, the chief seems keen to give Relon to him as his personal slave. But what kind of display can satisfy such cruel men? Forced to endure sexual manipulation that leaves him begging and vulnerable, Relon doesn't know what to expect next.

When it's all said and done, how will he feel about the dominant man who's managed to confuse not only his body, but his heart?

This erotic story is 8,500 words of reluctant gay sex, rough BDSM, forced orgasms, intense anal sex, anal plug play, forced oral and public humiliation.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY

EXCERPT:

Hintur bent over me, his shadow drawing my attention back to his serious face. “Boy, those men out there want to fuck you. But you're wrong if you think you're safe in here with me. Before every other man fills that tight hole of yours with his cum, I'm planning to have it first.”

My heart throbbed, but the worse part wasn't his lecherous threat, it was how it made my cock start to stiffen with desire. No, calm down, you don't want this! Did you forget, after everything, how you're not interested in men?

Trying to convince myself was difficult, especially in the wake of how I had behaved and reacted last night when confronted by the hard pricks of the two barbarians. Hintur had done many things to me, but he was right, he hadn't fucked my ass. That had been reserved for the chief, but now...

Now it was apparently not off limits.

His lips coiled up at the edges, a smile that spoke of his intent. I wondered what time it was, perhaps an odd thought considering what I was facing, but... Inward, I was bitterly amused by the fact I had spent all day yesterday enduring the sexual wiles of this man, and today, I would awaken and begin it anew.

“Prepare me, boy,” he said, his thumbs hooking in the top of his pants. My eyes went there, to the hint of his bulge, my mouth going dry. When I did nothing, he reached out, grabbing my scalp and yanking me across the floor. Yelping in shock, I tried to resist, but he was far too strong. Easily, he crushed my face against his loins, growling low and raw.

Always Tied Up -- NEW BDSM Romance!

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ALWAYS TIED UP is an intense, wild adventure about a young woman learning the dangers of letting herself be tempted into a world of dark promises and wicked words. This BDSM themed novella contains mature content, and situations no one should indulge in without careful consideration first...

Getting tied up in sticky situations has always been a problem for Juliana Flite.

Determined, but down on her luck, the young painter is at the end of her rope trying to make a living in the sunny, but unforgiving, city of LA. Things have never been easy for the red head, her middle name could have been 'clumsy.' No one has ever shown much interest in her art, or given her a chance.

At least, no one before Bennet Dalen.

Catching her in the middle of working on her newest painting, he stuns her buy purchasing everything in her gallery, then tops it with an offer to buy a commission for his home. It seems perfect, maybe a bit strange, but Juliana finally sees the twinkle of success.

There's just one rule.

Bennet runs a private event beneath his house, a type of entertainment that Juliana is absolutely forbidden from viewing. As long as she never goes through that mysterious, alluring red door at the foot of his stairs, everything will be fine.

Unfortunately for the two of them, Juliana has never been good at resisting.

When she sees what goes on beyond that simple door, and meets the alluring, intimidating Dom known as Master Onyx, she's pulled into a world so unlike what she's ever imagined. He captivates Juliana, tugs at her hidden, submissive side, and makes her worried what will happen if she stays too long in such a place.

Will Bennet discover she's broken his rules, or will she unravel the secret he's never wanted anyone to know? Between the tempting touch of Onyx, and the intriguing mystery of her host, can she ever leave that place, or is it Juliana's fate to be Always Tied Up?

ALWAYS TIED UP is 29,400 words, and Book 1 in the Red Door Doms series.

Working on New Things

Heyo!

So, I'm swamped in juggling a few books at once right now. I am very, very excited for all of them, though!

I can't wait to share the one that will be released next, and will try to toss a preview up here soon. <3


For now, I'll keep chugging this coffee, and typing until my back aches.

Maybe I'll take another long bath. I... I might be addicted to baths.

(My guilty pleasure is Lush, what can I say?)


OKAY BACK TO WORK!

Rough Merman Erotica

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The ocean was quiet, peaceful, and beautiful all at once.

Soon, for one young woman, that would all change.

Caught off guard by a creature of the deep, a monster she's never encountered before, Siena realizes she's in no position to battle a merman in its own territory. What's worse, she's been paralyzed by his fins, and now sits the line between drowning in the cold ocean, or giving in to the humanoid's dark requests.

This 5,500 word story is full of explicit content that may offend some people. The scenes inside include erotically detailed merman sex, underwater forced tongue play, blackmail, and risky situations.

WARNING, ADULT CONTENT

Excerpt:

The fingers inched down her thigh, tracing over her cool skin, and amazing her with how well she could feel it all, when she could hardly move her muscles. It was like being paralyzed, but aware of everything. The merman dragged a claw over the edge of her panties, and she blushed furiously, understanding his target.

She knew, in a humiliating moment of clarity, that her underwear would not only be stuck to her skin from being soaked, but that they might as well have been see-through, considering they were white.

He spread two fingers, running them down the front of her pelvis, outlining the shape of her lower lips. His hand rolled up, doing the same in reverse, just making lazy 'v' lines over her loins.

Siena was quickly becoming concerned, her body warming all too fast. The tingle in her belly from earlier, it spread down her thighs and towards her toes.

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Welp, here it is! Three of my most popular stories of rough, first time gay/forced gay erotica! Enjoy it, and stay dirty my friends! :D

Working on a new Monster Hunter story

Hey guys!

Been busting my butt to get things done, but wanted to let you all know that the newest Monster Hunter Conquest story is on its way!

Here's a little preview from the current rough of;

Yielding to the Merman:

The thing held her arms at her sides, impossibly strong, and finally she could see through the haze of water that had coated her half closed eyes.

There, watching her from a mere foot away, was a creature she had never seen. Humanoid, but entirely not human, all she could see was its face. Large eyes that were all pupil, skin white as milk, it was hairless and shiny all at once. The nostrils were almost hidden slits, and when she wondered why, the bright red gills on its neck fluttered like wings.

This was the merman, she had no doubt.

Wildly, Siena struggled, but the monster had a hold on her like iron. Crushed against what was now, clearly, the cliff face behind her, she could get no purchase with her legs in the water. Kicking out, she landed a blow on something solid in the liquid below, but the merman didn't seem harmed. Her muscles were exhausted, far more than they should have been, her legs heavy where they dangled.

Instead, it smiled, and she got a stomach clenching look at the jagged teeth inside.

“Hello, pretty thing,” he purred, his voice musical and sweet. It was enough that it stunned her, her muscles going slack as she coughed, her throat still on fire.

“You... you can talk?”

Laughing, a sound she never wanted to hear again, the merman tilted his head and peered at her closely. “Of course. Is that surprising?”

I never expect the monsters to talk. But she scowled, her shock slowly replaced by a mixture of anger and fear. “Let me go, release me!”

“You don't want me to do that,” he frowned, giving her arms a gentle squeeze. The contact made her tremble, but Siena shook her head, wet hair flying around.

“I said let me go, let me go right now!”

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New Gay Sex Slave Tale

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 In such peaceful seasons, there should have been little to worry about besides lazy summer weather. Falling asleep should never be a risky, yet the young man would realize quickly, when the sound of horses pulled him from his nap, that he had made a grave mistake.

Captured by barbarians, Relon assumes they'll kill him for sport. His confusion grows when one of the intimidating men promises they have better uses for his young body.

Soon, his new Master begins teaching him how to behave as a sex slave, and no complaining from Relon will stop these depraved lessons.

The barbarians don't care that he claims to dislike men, they'll teach him what his sweet mouth and virgin hole are good for in due time.

This erotic story is 11,696 words of reluctant first time gay sex, rough BDSM, forced orgasms, intense virgin anal sex, anal bead play and cock ring orgasm denial.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY

EXCERPT:

Getting up was difficult, my knees kept wobbling. When I stood, Tarlow actually placed his hand on my chest, halting me a moment. “Wait,” he breathed, “let me look at you.” I was acutely aware of my cock-head poking into view, the precum leaving a wet spot on the cloth below the ridge. He circled me like a wolf, chuckling when he saw me from behind.

His hand clasped my shoulder, making me jump. The other slid down my spine, flicking the ring where it was nestled in the circle of my rear entrance. “I see Hintur sent you here with a gift for me. Bend over the chair, like I said.”

I did it begrudgingly, my hands gripping the hard surface as I hung my head. The access I was giving him, it terrified me what he would do with it.

The chief pressed up behind me, his presence encompassing and intense. He was like a storm ready to break on me, and I hoped I could weather it. His hands rubbed down my back, onto my ass cheeks where he squeezed. He was rough, no doubt leaving bruises for the future.

He thumbed the ring sticking out of me, teasing around it, before he gave it a slight tug. My gasp was breathy, I wanted to hold in any sound, but it was clear I couldn't. Not when he was touching me like this.

“Are you into men, Relon?” He asked casually, pulling on the ring. The beads slid, one of them starting to almost break free of my tight ring of muscle. I panted, grunting, and couldn't answer him. Tarlow reached under me, brushing my straining cock with a chuckle. “Answer me.”

Swallowing, I fought through my haze of lust and confusion. “N-no... I'm not.”

“No?” His snort was derisive, and he gave my shaft a hard squeeze. “Then what's this all about?”

A Lactation Fantasy

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Freya's plan is simple.

Join a gym, get in shape, and land the fitness model job of her dreams.

Her personal trainer, Drake, seems amazing, and he has strict instructions for her to follow. With everything lined up correctly, she should be getting lean and tight in no time flat!

But, while her body is changing, it isn't in the way she imagined. Why are none of her bras fitting anymore, and why are her nipples so tender and sensitive?

Something is causing her to have filthy dreams, as well as sky rocketing her arousal. Through it all, her trainer insists she come to the gym, and that she drinks the strange protein shakes he provides.

Can Drake somehow be causing her to transform, and if so, what is he after?

This erotic story is 7,970 words of forced lactation, public humiliation, breast expansion, reluctant milking, and orgasm denial.

WARNING, FOR ADULTS ONLY

EXCERPT:

Biting my lip sideways, I knelt on the ground and stretched out on my stomach. My breasts squished into the floor, making it awkward for me to lay my face on the pillow. My chest is in the way, ugh.

My irritation flowed away when Drake sat on the middle of my back, a gentle pressure that still made my heart flutter. His fingers were strong, precise, digging into my muscles deliciously. It was only minutes before I was groaning, enjoying the sensation.

Perhaps, honestly, a bit too much.

I knew something was wrong when he started massaging my lower back. The ripples went through my core, straight into my pussy. The contact was turning me on, and realizing that was making it worse. My nipples, pressed into the hard floor, felt teased, aching for attention.

Every stroke of his hands made me tremble, my breathing quickening. The warmth tingled in my chest, the wetness flowing abruptly. Oh, fuck, no! Milk is coming out again!

Drake was oblivious, concentrating on working me out. “Roll over so I can stretch your legs, now.”

I didn't want to, I knew what he would see if I did. But he nudged me gently, insistent, and I obeyed.