GENRE: Gay BDSM Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 9,102 words
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Clint Beck has been best friends with Kyle Rivers for over ten years. They went to college together, and now they share a successful boutique landscaping business. Clint usually takes the lead, and Kyle tends to follow.

Kyle is naturally submissive and has suffered a lot of abuse from overly aggressive ex-boyfriends. Clint has always loved Kyle, and he longs for the day when he can move their friendship to something deeper. He knows he can be the caring Dom Kyle yearns for in order to become whole again.

One afternoon, Clint suggests they go to Ties That Bind, his favorite BDSM club. Kyle is usually reticent, but he agrees. Clint knows this is the chance he’s been waiting for. Once at the club, Clint uses all his skill to show Kyle how it can be with a Dom who can meet his partner’s every need in a safe, loving environment. Is Kyle ready to choose the one man who can give him exactly what he needs in every way?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

“I think I’ll hang out here for a while. Maybe wander into the viewing area later on.”

“Okay, hon.” I leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I’m going over to that group of boys near the viewing rooms, get some action started.” Kyle looked over to where I pointed and saw three young men on their knees, hands behind their backs and heads bowed. They wore jockstraps, and nothing else.

Kyle said, “Are they --?”

“There’s always a few guys looking for some sub play, nothing truly serious, just for a scene or two. They don’t want the lifestyle permanently. It’s just for a little while.”

I let Kyle digest that for a minute, then said, “I’ll be back later, okay?” I signaled to the bartender and whispered in his ear that I wanted him to watch out for Kyle. There wasn’t usually much trouble at the club, but I wanted to make doubly sure that he was left alone.

With a small wave, I headed over to the group of temporary subs. There was a booth beside them, and two men sat there kissing each other in a corner. I stood before the young men, my arms crossed and feet apart.

“I need a boy who’ll do what I say, no questions asked.” Almost immediately, two of the subs leaned over to lick my boots. The third, who was kneeling to my right, remained where he was, silent and awaiting instruction. Now, that’s more like it.

“Enough!” I barked, and I kicked the fawning subs away. Pouting, they went back to their original positions. I reached out a hand and fisted the hair of the young man who had remained motionless. He was slender and blond, reminding me a little bit of Kyle. Perfect.

“That you, boy? You’ll do what I say?” I asked, yanking his head back.

“Yes, sir,” he replied softly, a whimper escaping him as he stared up at me with wide blue eyes. His desire to obey was plain to see.

“Good.” I let go of his hair and stepped back. “Hands and knees, boy,” I ordered.

“Yes, sir,” he replied and assumed the position.

“Stay.”

“Yes, sir.” I walked to the middle of the nearby booth and sat, legs wide so my bulging crotch would be on display.

“Crawl over here to me.” The boy complied, his slender body sinuous as he made his way to where I waited. I stopped him when he was at the perfect spot between my legs.

“Sit back on your ankles, hands clasped behind you.” He did so. I leaned forward and petted his hair. “Good boy. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” As I massaged his scalp, the sub closed his eyes and moaned. I looked over at the bar to see if Kyle was still there, or had wandered off. He was there all right, and I could feel the heat in his eyes from where I sat. Good.

“You’re beautiful, boy,” I praised, returning my full attention to the sub. His skin was like porcelain, delicate and fine. “You must hear that all the time.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” he said and smiled demurely, a slight flush to his cheeks. While his eyes were still closed, I leaned in to kiss his mouth, and found his taste addictive. With both hands in his hair now, I yanked his head to the side and forced my tongue into his mouth, his whimpers spurring me on to dominate, make him beg for more.

I pulled away briefly to order, “Open your mouth wide, boy.”