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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.

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Excerpt:

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.”