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Friday, December 19, 2014

Freaky Friday w/LM Brown

It's Freaky Friday! And you know what that means....

The Purple Fantasy Den has once again been taken hostage by a fellow author to have their way with. And today's kidnapper is none other than LM Brown who is here to talk about the end of her Heavenly Sins trilogy: Between Life & Death.

So here she is... LM!

-backs up, hands raised- Okay, okay. I'm going.

Hello everyone.  First of all, thank you for having me here today to talk about the final book in my Heavenly Sins trilogy.  It has been a long time in coming, but it is finally available for those who want to read the conclusion of Tristan, Mac and Alastor’s story.

First of all, I have to warn that this blog post contains spoilers for the previous two books in the series.  I’m sorry, I do try to avoid putting spoilers in my blog posts, but for this book there is very little I can say about it that won’t reveal at least one spoiler.  It won’t reveal any major spoilers for the final instalment of the trilogy however.

Today I am going to talk a little about some of the research I did when creating my world of angels and demons and give you a few little facts that you may not have known about my characters and world that never made it into the books.

First of all, the angels.  Although they are not all shown, I decided to go the traditional route when it came to the archangels and that is why there are fifteen of them.  Now, I was going to include a link to the main angels site I used for a lot of my research, but when I went there today it was sadly gone.  I will link to some others below. 

First of all Raphael.  Did you know he was the archangel of healing?  This is why he was chosen to be Mac’s mentor since Mac is, as those who have read the series so far will know, a healer himself.  It was Mac’s vocation in life and he continues to heal after becoming an angel.

Raphael is also the patron of Guardian Angels, something which comes into play in Between Life & Death

He is also, in my series at least, an angel who makes mistakes, and who proves that even angels sometimes get things wrong. 

The other archangel who plays a pivotal role in the series is Michael.  The sometimes disputed leader of the archangels, in my series he is very much the leader, although he does not tend to throw his weight around too much.  He presides of patience, mercy, motivation and repentance – amongst other things – which as readers will discover, is again, rather fitting for him.

Finally there is Machidiel (Mac) himself.  Machidiel was the angel of courage – and no one who has read the first book in my series can surely doubt my Mac’s courage.  The original Machidiel’s main task was to help people who lack the necessary courage to express their love to others.  Hmm, Alastor perhaps? 

The angels weren’t the only ones I went to some lengths to research when it came to the names and personalities of the characters in my stories. 

First some of the secondary characters.

Nybbas – whose name I can never spell – my fingers always want to type Nybaas for some reason – is a demon who is said to manage visions and dreams.  This obviously plays a huge part in the second instalment of the Heavenly Sins series.  That is where the similarities between my Nybbas and the original end though.

Alastor’s maker had a name change when the series was re-released.  He is now Aka Manah.  The reason behind this was because when I began the series I did not see him playing such a large role in the series.  He was merely going to be mentioned.  Unfortunately, pushy characters are the bane of my life and he insisted on a larger role.  The meaning of his new name has various translations, most of which are similar to “evil mind”, “evil thinking” etc.  As a master manipulator of the mind, it seemed quite fitting.

Lawrence is not a demonic name.  He is the lowest of the low and not one of the original demons.  Like Tristan he was made into a demon by another incubus.  He takes any name that will let him fit into the place where he is preying on his victims.  He would no doubt find it amusing that he has taken a Saint’s name – albeit with a modern spelling.

Irdu Lili and Ardat Lili were the names of an Incubus and Succubus, and are often portrayed as part of a trio of demons.  For the purposes of my series I stuck to just the two of them.  I did take liberty with their descriptions and personalities for the purpose of the story.

The parade of demons who come to pay homage to Tristan at the start of Between Life & Death are all demons I ran across while online. When it comes to descriptions I have tried to stick to the research when it comes to these, though, like the angels, I might have taken a few liberties when it came to personalities. 

Lucifer – better not forget him – should be fairly obviously the most famous demon of all.  For the purposes of my story I have stuck with the classic history for him, in that he was a fallen angel.  Whether a third of the angels fell with him to become the rest of the demon army, is left open for the readers to decide, or not, since it isn’t really important to this particular story.

Finally, there is Alastor himself.  The demon Alastor has its origins in both Roman and Greek mythology.  I took a small amount of the myths from each to create my Alastor.  My Alastor, like the Greek version was once mortal.  In the Roman mythology Alastor was the evil genius of the household and incited people to commit sins including murder. 

Of all the characters in the trilogy, Mac and Alastor are definitely the two who I have taken the most liberties with when it comes to their characters compared to those they are based upon.

I hope you enjoy my take on the world of angels and demons, and that you have enjoyed reading a little (or a lot since this got quite long) about the research that went into creating the Heavenly Sins trilogy.

Heavenly H

Resource links

And – of course – Wikipedia which is sometimes my second home.

With one of his lovers imprisoned in the Underworld, Mac has no choice except to go where most angels fear to tread.

With Tristan imprisoned in the Underworld, the ménage is broken. Angels are forbidden to enter the demonic domain and while Mac has been breaking rules in recent months, he doesn’t have the power to enter the Underworld.

Alastor is still unsure about his position in the relationship following recent revelations, but he cannot walk away when he is the only real link between his two lovers. Splitting his time between Mac and Tristan, he hopes they can soon find a way to reunite the two men in his life.

As time moves on, Alastor realizes he is struggling to satisfy Tristan’s thirst for sex. His lover needs more than he can give him and craves Mac in his bed.

Mac still believes he can complete his mission to save his two lovers, but with one of them out of his reach, it is going to be far from easy.

During their time together they have made plenty of enemies, including one who would seek to separate them forever, even if it means biding his time until Alastor and Tristan are at their most vulnerable, when even the love of an angel can’t save them.


Lucifer continued to poke around the room while Tristan did his best to ignore him. Eventually he stepped into the path of the demon and glared at him. “Are you done?”

“You really shouldn’t be so rude to me,” Lucifer chided. “I’m here to help you.”

“Help me?” Tristan shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Help me, he says.”

“Who else is suitably qualified to guide you through your first days as our new king?”

“What makes you think I need your help?”

Lucifer smiled, clearly unfazed by Tristan’s attitude. “Even now the throne room is filling up with the leaders of each of the factions of demons, all here to bow down before you and swear their loyalty.”

“You’re joking.”

“Well, most of them will probably want to kill you and take your place, if truth be told, but they generally wait until after the banquet is over.”

Tristan dropped into one of the soft leather chairs. “This is going to be a disaster.”

“Not if you let me guide you.”

“Why are you so keen to help me? What difference does it make to you who’s king?”

“I don’t care who sits on the throne, but I do like to ensure our new kings are settled in as soon as possible. That way I can turn my attention back to more pleasurable activities.”

Tristan cast a glance toward the wall where the entrance to his rooms had been. “How do I even get out into the throne room again?”

“Just walk toward the entrance and imagine the doorway opening for you.”

Tristan took a step forward and the entrance began to form. The most powerful demons in the Underworld congregated just on the other side of the wall. Shit!

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Friday, December 12, 2014

Vic's Birthday eXXXtravaganza Final Post and Winner Announcement

Over the past few weeks I’ve had a lot of really great posts from a lot of my author friends. They’ve shared their favorite birthday memories, excerpts from books and given us exclusive birthday ficlets. Tonight I’m going to be choosing the winner of the BIG Birthday eXXXtravaganza giveaway, but before I do, I figured I would do my own post. Especially since… hey, it is technically Vicktor Alexander’s Birthday eXXXtravaganza.

I could talk about my favorite birthday memory, but honestly? I didn’t have many growing up. There were birthday parties where I was forgotten because my friends were drooling over my uncle, D (I have to admit, he’s hot), or birthday parties where only a handful showed up because my arch nemesis threw a party on the same night (yes, I had one of those when I was a teenager-I believe these days they call them “haters”). I could even talk about the birthday parties I went to for Angel, Justin, Ryan, or my friend A, where we snuck off to drink or where strippers showed up, much to their parents chagrin and we all had a grand ol’ time.

And you’ve all heard about this year’s birthday in Orlando with Taylor, Kiernan, her husband, and my friend, LaJoyce, so there’s no need to rehash that.

For the most part, my birthdays have run the gamut of the disappointing, to the hurtful, to the amazing, to the sublime, to the loving, and the “thank God no one called the cops on us Angel, you almost got us arrested, next time don’t moon a guy who looks like an undercover police officer.” But all-in-all, there is one theme that stays true for every birthday I’ve had since I was 12 years old. I ask people to donate to a charity instead of giving me gifts. It’s not that I don’t like receiving bags of candy corn (thank you to those of you who sent them to me) and it’s not that I’d spit in the faces of those who’d send me the dvd’s or Blu-rays of the TV shows or movies of my Top Ten Faves from my newsletter. I would never do that, but I would much rather have that money, no matter how small, tax and shipping included, sent to a worthy cause. And this year that cause is the Elton John AIDS Foundation.

I don’t talk about my personal life all that much. You all know that. I tell you all the happy happy things. You know about Angel and Justin because they are two of my best friends and I’ve known them since freshman year of high school. You all know that Justin passed away from AIDS because his passing affected me on a deep level and AIDS is a very serious level and that disease is something that we all need to be aware of, gay, straight, bi, transgender, etc. I have shared about Angel’s positive diagnosis after he and his husband gave me permission to do so because it is not my story to tell. But I don’t talk about my life much because you know me as Vicktor Alexander, the author. Sometimes I will share my struggles only because I want you to inevitably share in my triumphs.

And this is why I ask people to donate to charities for my birthday, Chanukah, and Christmas. Because we are all in this journey, this fight for life, equality, and love together. We walk with each other, we (hopefully) lift each other up so that while we share the present struggles, we can also celebrate in the future triumphs.

So, I hope that you all did, have, or will donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation or some charitable organization this year, or just give of your time in some way. It’s the best birthday gift this gay boy could ask for.

And now, for a Birthday eXXXtravaganza EXCLUSIVE:

What Does One Purchase For A Duke When He Has Aged Another Year?

Lady Lucien Eddington, III, the new Duchess of Pompinshire lay one hand on his swollen belly and observed the gleaming sword displayed proudly before him by Lord Cummings, Earl of Storley. He knew absolutely nothing of making such a purchase and regretted immediately turning down both Yarborough and Whitcomb’s offer to accompany him to Storley’s manor, taking only a groom, his lady’s maid, and of course, Charlotte. Though taking along his sister was almost like taking along the full battalion of His Majesty’s Army.

“So, Your Grace… do the swords meet with your approval? I would be remiss in saying there have already been a number of other interested parties by just today to admire my maldy’s weaponry. Now, I would never attempt to sale to such a genteel lady such as yourself, but I know your husband and His Grace is a hero as is the Duke of Whitcomb and for this I will sell these to you.”

Lucien turned to look at Charlotte. His sister stared back at him and shook her head. Lucien spent much of his time with his head buried in books or with his daughter and his husband, he knew he was not well versed in the cunning ways of a trickster, which was why he had deigned to bring along his sister. 

Charlotte spent most of her time at the side of her husband, Rourke, working in imports and exports of goods around the world, haggling prices and handling store owners, ship captains and sailors who thought she was a simpleton simply because she possessed a uterus.

Lucien turned back to the Earl of Storley and tilted his head to the side. He tapped his chin. “Apologies my lord, we seem to be at a bit of an impasse here. The amount you quoted me previously is just a bit too much for me to dull out of my allowance, even for His Grace. Perhaps you might send word to one of the other interested parties from earlier today and have them come and purchase these swords from you?”

“Your Grace…” Lord Cummings spoke up taking a step forward.
“I do believe my husband has stated that he has no desire to do further business with you, Cummings. Perhaps it would be best for you to let him pass before I find myself in need of giving you a fencing lesson,” Heathcliff’s voice was low and came from the doorway to Lord Cummings’ study.

Lucien gasped and he spun to see Heathcliff leaning nonchalantly against the doorjamb, looking for all the world as if he were bored with the situation and as if he had not just threatened a peer of the realm.

“Y-yes, Your Grace.” Lord Cummings looked paler than normal and Lucien rushed across the room into Heathcliff’s awaiting arms.

He buried his neck in his husband’s neck and inhaled deeply. The smell of Heath inflamed his senses and Lucien felt himself grow hard at his man’s scent. Curse his infernal belly! How he longed to feel Heathcliff pressed all over him like they’d once been. Lucien would have sighed in disappointment but Heathcliff tilted Lucien’s head back and kissed him deeply. Lucien swayed into his husband and when the kiss was over he took his husband’s hand and allowed Heathcliff to lead him from Lord Cummings’ home.

When Lucien, Heathcliff, and Charlotte were safely ensconced in the carriage, Lucien felt Heathcliff’s eyes on him. He turned and offered his husband a tremulous smile.

“Yes, my love?”

“Have you taken leave of your senses, Luce?”

“No, Heath, I have not. But I must buy you a birthday gift! Don’t you see? It is our first year together as a married couple and I must get you the perfect gift. I have scoured the country. Had Wilhelmina send Ben and Bena off to find gifts and they have returned hat in hand, with nothing, and still I know not what to give you. I am distraught.” Lucien sighed in disgust.

Heathcliff chuckled and pulled Lucien into his arms. “Oh, love. You are quite possibly the most intelligent woman in all of Angland. Nay, all the world.”

Charlotte cleared her throat and Heathcliff raised his hand, “The only woman who is your equal is your sister, Charlotte.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

Heathcliff inclined his head. “You are most welcome, Lady McCalfrey.” 

He turned back to Lucien. “Though you are extremely learned, you still underestimate your worth to me.” He captured Lucien’s face between the palms of his hands. “You have given me the most beautiful daughter in the world, we are expecting another child and you daily shower me with your love. There is naught in the world that I long for. If you want to give me the perfect gift for my birthday, all you have to do, is smile at me and I will once again count myself the luckiest man in all the world.”

Lucien sighed and shook his head at his husband. “Have I told you lately that I am so happy that you were chosen as my groom of convenience?”

Heathcliff laughed. “Why I do believe It has been an age my dear. Not since this morning has my ears heard such lovely prose from you.”

Lucien grinned. “Forgive me for being remiss in not saying so more often.” He leaned up and placed a kiss on Heathcliff’s lips. “Happy birthday, my duke. I love you.”

“And I love you as well.”

 ©2014 Vicktor Alexander
All Rights Reserved

And now to announce the winner of the BIG giveaway!!!!!

The winner of the Vicktor Alexander Birthday eXXXtravaganza is: 
Denise Dechene!

Denise please email my assistant Melissa at: and give her your address so that I can get you your prize.

Thank you everyone for commenting and to all of my friends for participating! 

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Vic's B-Day eXXXtravaganza w/Max Vos

Hello Everyone!!!

On November 16th I turned 31. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. Not necessarily turning 31, but my birthday. The reason for this is because my birthday brings up both good and bad memories for me (mostly bad, though the past few years have been good). I don't typically expect presents for my birthday (though I did up until the age of 12 and then after that my present requests became extremely altruistic- "donate to a charity", I asked my mom to adopt me an African orphan when I was 12, etc.) but my birthday is the one day out of the year where I let others focus on me without putting up a fight. And this year, I was determined to have a good birthday.

Last year, I asked author friends to share their favorite birthday memories or short stories featuring some of their characters that were centered around birthdays of some sort, and this year I decided to do the same thing. For the next few weeks, author friends and even some non-author friends of mine, will be taking over The Purple Fantasy Den and posting.

And for those of you who you asked last year about sending me a birthday present, first of all, thank you, second of all: In lieu of presents, I'd love to have you donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation in memory of my best friend Justin or for my friends Angel or Richard, or maybe even someone you know who is living with, and fighting the disease.

Oh! And by the way: One person who comments on every post will be chosen at the end of the eXXXtravaganza to receive a special birthday prize (swag, books, GC, etc.)

So, without further ado! Here's today's HILARIOUS post by my good friend and a fellow Floridian whom I've had the pleasure of spending a lot of time with:

What does one do for Vicktor Alexander’s birthday? Pfft… pretty much whatever you want from what I can tell.

After having the man sitting on my sofa, cracking politically incorrect jokes, calling a friend of mine ‘The whore of Babylon’, and keeping me laughing during one of the most stressful times of my life, who needs a birthday party. Life with Vic is a party unto itself.

We’ve talked about so much stuff and on so many subjects I can’t even remember it all. However, let me tell you, if you don’t already know, the man has a sick and twisted sense of humor. We actually had a conversation that lasted well over an hour about a pink sparkly dildo. I kid you not.

I’m really thinking that he has an anal obsession. Just this morning, over coffee, he described this whole scenario about Johnson & Johnson doing actual quality control checks on anal thermometers. Yep, he went there. Picture it: little subbies all lined up, bent over ready for their job, having some Domly-Dom going down the line sticking those things up their bums making sure they all work. Oh yeah, great coffee clutch conversation.

I do have to say though he is one of the cutest drunks I’ve ever seen. The more he drinks, the gayer he gets. One hand on his hip, the other waving around with a cigarette between his fingers, kind of reminded me of that puppeteer, Wayland and his puppet Madam. All Vic needed was the hair, feather boa and red lipstick. Think I’m lying? Oh hell no, that shit is on video! I see royalty shares in my future.

For those who didn’t know? The man is a total perv and a self-admitted cocksucker. He also has some stainless steel balls. I’m just sayin’. Who else do you know who would even dare to blow a go-go boy on top of a bar in public? No one I know. Oh yeah, he did it and even goes into great detail of doing it. Man has no shame.

Speaking of go-go boys, did you know he and I have a mutual interest? Yeah, I happen to like strippers and dancers as well. They amuse us. I mean what’s not to like? Pretty men, dancing around in nothing or next to nothing, keeping us entertained. The difference is I tend to keep my hands…and mouth… to myself. Okay, for the most part I do. The point is I think I found me a new partner in crime. Of course I’m going to be doubly amused by not only watching the performers but watching Vic make his move on those poor unsuspecting souls.

So back the original question: What does one do for Vicktor Alexander’s birthday? As long as it includes alcohol, naked or nearly naked men, good company and strawberry cake, it’s all good.

Is there anything off limits with Vic? If there is I haven’t found it, but I’m going to keep trying. Of course I’m kind of known for pushing people's buttons and seeing just where their limits are. Let me think… Nope. I’ve not found anything yet. I’ll keep at it though.

Max Vos is a classically trained chef with over 30 years of food service experience. After retiring in 2011, Max found himself with time on his hands and was urged to turn his talents to writing.

‘Cooking English’, a short story, was his first published work, and since then Ravenous Romance has published five more of his short stories. His novel, My Hero was a best seller and was released in French this year.

You will find everything in a Max Vos story. He can go from sweet and sexy, even raunchy, to powerful, raw and gritty — something for all tastes.

Max continues to receive praise for his free novella for Goodreads “Love Has No Boundaries”, which can be downloaded here.

Max loves hearing from readers. You can keep up with him by reading his weekly blog posts, or his Facebook page.

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Monday, December 8, 2014

Vic's B-Day eXXXtravaganza w/ Tempeste O'Riley

Hello Everyone!!!

On November 16th I turned 31. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. Not necessarily turning 31, but my birthday. The reason for this is because my birthday brings up both good and bad memories for me (mostly bad, though the past few years have been good). I don't typically expect presents for my birthday (though I did up until the age of 12 and then after that my present requests became extremely altruistic- "donate to a charity", I asked my mom to adopt me an African orphan when I was 12, etc.) but my birthday is the one day out of the year where I let others focus on me without putting up a fight. And this year, I was determined to have a good birthday.

Last year, I asked author friends to share their favorite birthday memories or short stories featuring some of their characters that were centered around birthdays of some sort, and this year I decided to do the same thing. For the next few weeks, author friends and even some non-author friends of mine, will be taking over The Purple Fantasy Den and posting.

And for those of you who you asked last year about sending me a birthday present, first of all, thank you, second of all: In lieu of presents, I'd love to have you donate to the Elton John AIDS Foundation in memory of my best friend Justin or for my friends Angel or Richard, or maybe even someone you know who is living with, and fighting the disease.

Oh! And by the way: One person who comments on every post will be chosen at the end of the eXXXtravaganza to receive a special birthday prize (swag, books, GC, etc.)

So, without further ado! Here's today's post by:

When I found out Vicktor’s birthday was soon, I was thrilled to write something for his Birthday eXXXtravaganza. I hope you like what Vick inspired ;)

A Gift For A Lifetime

by Tempeste O’Riley

Pacing the floor wasn’t conducive to much, but Pete couldn’t seem to stop. He hated birthdays, especially when it was his own. Somehow, and he still couldn’t figure out how, but his best friend, the guy he learned about sex, kink, and more from, had conned him into going out for dinner with some friends. Pete didn’t know all of Jase’s friends, Jase being infinitely more social and outgoing, but Pete had never been good at saying no to his friend.
He paused long enough to look out the front window of his home, again, and scowled when he didn’t find Jase’s car out front. Not that it surprised him. No, Jase was annoyingly punctual; he was never early or late to anywhere. Pete had never figured out how the man did it, but right then, he didn’t overly care. He’d already picked up his cell a dozen times, wanting to call—though text wouldn’t let Jase use guilt quite as effectively—and cancel.
Resuming his strides across the living room floor, and back, Pete wondered where they were going. That was one of the little details Jase had refused to give, and as usual, when he’d used his “Dom” voice, Pete had backed off and consented to the “surprise” destination. All he’d managed to get out of his friend was how he should dress—black slacks, a pale gray button-down silk shirt. No jewelry. The last instruction was the one that bugged Pete the most. He always wore his nipple rings, even though he hadn’t been with anyone for over a year. The only other piece he usually wore was a ring; one Jase himself had given Pete years ago, back when they occasionally played together. It wasn’t a big deal, as they’d never been a true couple, but it felt weird not to wear anything.
Still, he couldn’t imagine why the weird requests or why this year they had to go out. Usually, Jase only forced a private dinner and a couple of gifts on Pete, knowing how much he hated his birthday. The reason for his hatred tried to push to the surface, but Pete beat it into submission and forced it back behind the door he kept all his past hurts.
Stopping again, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly as he counted from ten to one. He’d learned long ago to focus and count so his natural edginess didn’t get to him. Well, not as much, at least. He just hoped Jase hurried up and the night could pass quickly and quietly.
Ha! Yeah, quiet wasn’t Jase’s way, but still, he could hope.
The loud hoot of Jase’s horn pulled him out of his musings, and while he expected the honk, it still made him jump. Swallowing his nerves, Pete grabbed his pea coat and headed out the door, locking it before stepping off the front stoop and hurrying over to Jase’s Cruze—Iridescent Pearl Cruze, he was fussy about color names.
When he opened the passenger door, Jase leaned over and grinned wide. “Hey, Petey, hurry up. You’re letting the heat out.”
“Yeah, yeah, bite me,” he quipped, smiling despite his worry.
“Nah, not tonight. But hey, the nights still young, you might find someone who’s into that.”
“Ass,” Pete grumbled, though he couldn’t hide his amusement. Jase always hoped Pete would find a nice Dom and settle down. He’d never had the same hopes as Jase for himself though. He didn’t like hooking up; too much stress and one never knew that much about a new Dom. However, Pete didn’t exactly hold out hope of finding the perfect man for himself. He’d thought he had that once upon a time, but thoughts of that loss threatened that secret door within, so he shut down his inner rambling and focused on what Jase was saying instead.
“We’re going to Sovereign tonight.” The tone Jase used was calm, as if he’d said nothing important, but Pete suddenly could barely breathe.
“We, what?” Pete nearly screamed, whipping around to glare at his best friend. How could he do this to me? “How can you expect me to go there?”
“Simple, we go, have a little fun, get a couple of drinks, and ring in your birthday right.”
Pete eyed his friend, considering how to best respond. Jase knew Pete didn’t go to the clubs anymore. He even knew, to a point, why. “Jase, I... I don’t sub anymore. Why would you take me to a BDSM club? To that club?”
The sigh could not be missed. Jase didn’t look at Pete, focusing his attention on the road, even as he started speaking. “You own half of Sovereign, Pete. Why would I take you to some other club? It’s your club.”
“Is. Sovereign is half yours. You named it.”
“I haven’t stepped foot in there in two years and don’t see why I should change that now.”
“Did you know Rex sold his half and moved? I assume you know about your new partner. Right?”
God! Why does Jase have to be so... “Yes, Rex sold and moved with his toy. The new owner seems like a decent Dom and doesn’t mind me not being active at the club. I, I haven’t been there since...” Since I caught Rex with Brian.
“I know, but tonight you’re going back and spending time with me, at your club. Now, stop scowling and get ready. Tonight, you’re going to have fun, even if it kills you.”
Yeah, right! Knowing better than to fight with Jase, as he never won, Pete stifled his annoyance and tried to focus on the club. He hadn’t been 100% honest when he said he hadn’t been back, but it had only been a couple of times. Once to get his things when he knew Rex wouldn’t be there, and twice since Jon, the Dom that bought Rex out, took over. They talked via text, IM, and Skype mostly, but Jon had been adamant that Jase be there when Jon first took over, and then again when there had been a break in. As co-owner, he needed to show up for those things, but to the club proper, when it was open? No, that he hadn’t done.
As Jase took the turn into the parking lot, Pete couldn’t help but wonder at the number of vehicles parking there. It was a Tuesday, still a bit early, so why was it so packed? “What’s up with the crowd?” he asked, motioning toward all the cars.
Jase pulled into the spot reserved for Pete, parking before turning to answer. “Tonight is no different than usual, really. Since Jon took over things here, every night is busy. You had to notice your portion of the income went up.”
Pete had noticed, sort of, but hadn’t thought much of it. He never really touched that money, living off his pay from his work as a teacher. “Maybe, but it’s Tuesday.”
“You’ll see,” Jase teased, then opened the door and exited, leaving Pete to gather his courage.
After a few minutes, Pete decided it was stupid to continue sulking in the car and got out, fighting not to scowl at Jase when he noticed how out of control the man’s grin was. A moment later, he did scowl, after finally getting a good look at what Jase wore. Black leather pants, tall black boots, and under his jacket, Pete noted that Jase wore a tight mesh top—Jase’s normal clubbing clothes.
“What?” Jase asked, his voice too casual to be believable.
“You planning to play tonight while you’re bullying me into coming along with you?” If Jase planned to play, that meant he wouldn’t even be with Pete the whole time. Torn between annoyance and hope, Pete hoped that meant he’d be able to sneak away while Jase was busy.
Jase’s only answer was to shrug. “Come on, Pete, we should get inside.”
Grumbling under his breath, Pete gave in and followed Jase inside. The bouncer waved them inside, even though Pete didn’t recognize the huge man. Pete came to a stop just inside the doors, though, confused by what he saw. Instead of the coat check area leading into an open area where members would visit, hang out, and sometimes retreat to to talk about things before a scene with a new or temp sub, the entrance area stopped just past the coat check area. The large double doors there were open; giving access to what looked more like a cafe than the lounge that had been there.
“Jon redesigned the club?” Why hadn’t he mentioned that in their weekly meetings?
“Parts of it, yeah. You didn’t know?” The concern in Jase’s voice only served to increase Pete’s worry and anxiety. He hated being surprised! Almost as much as he hated being lied to.
Pete shook his head, not sure what to make of the changes. “No, he... I didn’t know about this.”
“Well, he should be meeting us at the table inside, so you can ask him about the changes then.”
The changes didn’t stop there, though Pete couldn’t bring himself to resent the new design. The cafe area was nice. Along one side there was a long bar, like there was inside only this one served tea and coffee, not alcohol. “A coffee house inside?”
“It’s rather popular, actually,” a deep voice said from behind Pete. He turned and came face to face with Jon. “When Jase said he’d get you to come by tonight, I didn’t believe him. Glad to be wrong, though.” Jon extended his hand. “It’s great to have you here when we’re open.”
Without thought, Pete took Jon’s hand, accepting the shake before retrieving his now shaking hand. He shoved his hands into his pockets, hoping neither man noticed the slight tremor. “Thanks. It looks great, but is coffee really that popular?”
Jon’s handsome face split into a wide grin. “Yeah, it is actually. It’s done well, especially for those that want to socialize, not scene or dance.”
Pete looked around as they moved through the area and he had to admit, there did seem to be more people in the area than he remembered usually hanging out before. “Had I known you were going to do this, I’d have questioned the need, but it seems like it’s well used.”
The smile dropped off Jon’s face as he turned back to Pete. “I wasn’t hiding this from you, but you keep insisting you don’t want to be involved in the regular running of things or when I said I wanted to upgrade some.”
“I know. I wasn’t criticizing. I like it; I simply didn’t expect it, that’s all.” He cleared his throat, hoping to sound interested instead of uneasy. “Will I find more changed inside?”
“Some, but not a lot. Mostly there’s some new equipment, a few repairs done, and the DJ station in the dance area is now partitioned, but that’s about it.”
“Pete,” Jase murmured next to him. “You okay?”
When he looked up at Jase, Pete started to say “yes” but then caught how Jase’s brows furrowed, how his lush lips tugged down at the edges. “What? Why do you look like that?”
Jase reached over and put one hand over Pete’s. He hadn’t even realized he’d pulled it out of his slacks and was tap counting against his leg. It was one of the little things he did to help calm and focus himself; one of the things Rex had hated about him. When he’d been active in the Life, flying on a regular basis, his stupid anxiety issues didn’t act up so much. “Sorry.”
“No, just worried about you. I wanted to get you to come back here, to maybe live a little again, but not if it’s going to hurt you.”
Pete shrugged his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m here now, so let’s go in and see what all Jon’s done.”
“You okay, Pete?” Jon asked as Jase released Pete’s hand.
“Fine. So, show me what you’ve done.” And stop being so observant, both of you!
“Nope, tonight’s for birthday fun, not for work inspections.” Jase put one hand on the back of Pete’s neck and squeezed lightly. Before Pete could work up an objection, Jase and Jon led him into the dungeon area. The main part of the club was split into a dance floor on the left and the open play area on the right. Farther back were areas partitioned off that were for increased privacy and/or more extreme forms of play. That hadn’t changed, though he could see where the DJ booth was as well as what looked to him like a tall Dome near the tables they walked toward.
Sovereign wasn’t a gay only BDSM club, but the woman still drew his eye as someone unusual. That he even noticed her made him curious, as he’s never been even slightly interested in women. They made lovely friends, coworkers, and such, but nothing sexual. Not for him.
A moment later, he startled when she turned and he realized she was actually a he. He stood next to the table Jon walked straight to, before pulling out a chair and sitting. The man, and yes, now that he thought of it, it being a man in corset and leather kilt made more sense than a woman in a skirt, what with the breath of his shoulders and the way he stood. Still, he couldn’t seem to pull his gaze away, even as he realized he shouldn’t stare.
“Pete? Why don’t you sit?” Jon said, humor in his voice.
Embarrassed at being caught staring, Pete looked away, staring down even as he sat at what he realized was the table reserved for the owners and their friends. “Sorry.” Jase sat beside Pete on the other side, and as he looked up again, he realized there were three other men seated at the table, plus two more kneeling beside their Doms.
“Don’t be.” Jon motioned to the man Pete had just made an ass of himself over. “Nicky, why don’t you come meet Pete.”
Nicky looked Pete over, a small shiver going up Pete’s spine at the frank curiosity and interest he saw in that deep amber gaze. “I’m always interested in those you have with you. So, who have we here?”
“Nicky, this is Pete, the other owner of the club. And Pete, this is Master Nicky, one of our newer and more...” He rolled one hand as he seemed to search for the right word. “Interesting Doms. I invited him over to sit with us while we catch up and make you enjoy your birthday.”
“Oh, so not only are you one of the bosses here,” Master Nicky purred. “But it’s your birthday too?” The man didn’t try to hide his interest as he turned to Jon again. “What have you gotten him for a present?”
“Be good, Nicky.”
“Oh, honey, I’m always good,” Master Nicky teased. “But I’m more interested in Pete than you.”
“I’m not— I don’t— No one needs to give me anything,” Pete mumbled, his face so hot he knew he was beet red.
“Oh? But what if we want to? Are you the kind of boy to turn down a gift? Or the kind who appreciates what he’s given?”
“Huh?” Pete was having trouble making sense of Master Nicky’s words. He’d never been ungrateful!
“Don’t pick on Pete, Nicky,” Jase demanded, his voice harder than Pete thought necessary.
Since when did Jase act all protector Dom about Pete? “It’s okay, Jase.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize he’s your boy,” Master Nicky said, his voice losing its lightness, his shoulders going back. “My apologies.”
“He’s not my boy, Nicky, but he’s not one of the club subs or some desperate twink either.”
“Jase,” Pete interrupted, not wanting his friend to get into an argument over him. Honestly, he kind of liked the attention and the way the unusual Dom keep looking at him. “I’m not offended,” he added softly, hoping Jase would relax. If he didn’t, Pete would never be able to enjoy himself, and for the first time in a very long time, he wanted to do something fun.
It was more than a little disconcerting to have every eye at the table suddenly staring at him, but Pete wasn’t sure why they all looked at him right then. “Not offended, but not interested, or not offended and might like to get to know me better?” Master Nicky asked, his voice low and commanding, making Pete’s breath catch and his long dormant libido perk up and take notice.
Master Nicky wasn’t his usual type of Dom. Rex had been his usual type; bigger than him, burly, very butch, and into total domination and control. Nicky was tall, thin, and an odd mix of hot man and fem boy, especially with the black corset, knee length leather kilt, leather gauntlets, eyeliner, and long, braided blond hair.
“I—” he thought about his answer, wondering why he wanted to answer as he was “The latter?” Yeah, that sounded certain. Not! By the sudden smile on Master Nicky’s face, it seemed that was the right answer, and he didn’t mind the waiver in Pete’s voice, or so he assumed.
“Pete?” Jase asked, his voice soft as he leaned into Pete’s space. “You sure you want to invite his attention?”
It took a moment to process what Jase said, Pete’s brain much more interested in what the Dom before him might have in mind than in what his friend wanted. When he finally did, he turned slightly, not taking his eyes completely off Master Nicky, though not looking him in the eye. “Should I not for some reason, Jase?” he whispered back, trying to pay attention to both men at once.
Jase stood and tugged on Pete’s arm. “Excuse us a moment, please.” Not waiting for anyone to respond, Jase dragged him away from the table, turning Pete so Jase was between Pete and the others at the table. “Master Nicky isn’t like your usual Dom, Pete, and you’ve not scened in ages. You sure you want this? ‘Cause if you keep flirting with him, that’s what he’s going to expect.”
“Not like my previous Doms sounds like a good idea and you brought me to a club, to my club, but I’m not allowed to show interest in someone? What gives, Jase?” His previous Doms all turned out to be either one-night adventures or users that left him, Rex being the worst. Showing up early to the club he helped run, with his Dom lover, to find him playing with someone else... That was not the kind of Dom he wanted again, thanks!
“I’m just worried for you. You’ve refused to go out at all until now. Hell, I had to basically bully you into coming out tonight, but now you’re flirting with the first Dom to pay you attention. One that’s known for being intense and is always in demand, even with the whole Goth boy, fem thing he’s got going on.”
Jase never went for frail looking, much less a guy that looked like the one still watching Pete, he couldn’t help but peek over Jase’s shoulder to see if Master Nicky was looking or not. “Why can’t he be my birthday present? It doesn’t mean I’m going to get back into the scene, but, I don’t know, there’s something about Master Nicky that makes me want to do something different.”
The odd look that passed over Jase’s face managed to distract Pete from watching Nicky, again. “What? What am I missing, Jase? I thought you wanted me to not stay hold up in my house all the time.” Wait, was Jase planning to play with me tonight? No way was he jealous!
“I do, Pete, but you have to admit, this is a bit fast for you to do a full one-eighty.”
He could see that, but... “Were you hoping to play with me tonight?” Pete asked, instead of what he’d meant to.
“No.” Jase frowned harder as he shook his head. “I didn’t honestly expect you to consider playing with anyone tonight. I’d hoped you would at least watch a little, but that’s not why I’m worried for you. I just don’t want you hurt again, the bad kind of hurt. You’re my best friend, not my sub, so if you want to play with Nicky, that’s not a problem. I’d prefer it be a public scene, though, not a private one as you don’t know him yet.”

Nodding, Pete could see the logic of Jase’s words. “I don’t have an issue with that, but I’m not entirely certain I will sub for him, no matter how much he flirts with me. I mean, there’s something about him, something I can’t put my finger on, but not all Doms have patience with my tics.” Like the tap counting or the way he couldn’t manage to be quiet and still like most Doms demanded. He wanted to, but his nerves wouldn’t allow that until after he got into the scene enough, lost himself in the wishes and passion of his Dom.
“I’m not worried about that, not with what I’ve heard about Nicky, but just... be careful, okay?”
Pete leaned forward, pulling Jase into a hug for a moment before he stepped back, smile firmly in place. “Thanks, Jase.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go get your kink on, Petey.” Jase turned away, a small smirk on his face.

* * *

Nicky watched as Jase led Pete away, the concern on his face clear. He kept his gaze on the two even as he spoke to Jon. “Anything I should know about those two?”
Jon chuckled, momentarily drawing his attention from Pete. “Jase isn’t a threat to your designs on the lovely boy Pete, unless you plan to treat Pete poorly. They’re friends, but from what I gather, that’s it. However,” Jon continued, all humor dropping from his voice. “You hurt Pete and you’ll have at least half the people here, and me, ready to kill you.”
That got Nicky’s attention. Since when did Jon get protective like that? “What’s the story with this guy? He’s sexy as hell and submissive as they come, if the vibes he’s putting out are right. So why all the attitude?”
“He’s my business partner, the other owner of the club you’re standing in, as you may recall. I’d really love to have him actually stop by, without being tricked or bullied into visiting. Plus, it’s his birthday, as he said already. If you’re going to play with him, make sure it’s a night he won’t ever forget,” he added, a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk in his voice.
“Oh, I have every intention of giving him his birthday spanking,” Nicky purred, his gaze having only left Pete for a brief time. “Among other things.”
“Good, if he lets you. As far as I know, he’s not allowed a Dom to touch him, other than Jase and that’s not sexual from what I can find out, since the last time he willingly stepped through the doors here. Good luck.”
“Don’t need luck.” His attention was captured when Pete pulled Jase into a hug, then stepped away, his gaze immediately searching Nicky out again. Nicky motioned to Pete as he walked back toward the table.
Pete perked up, though he seemed nervous as well, one hand tapping in a rhythm Nicky couldn’t quite figure out as he approached. His eyes lowered the closer he got, sending a thrill through Nicky. He loved how Pete looked, physically and how he held himself. The man was not ashamed of his body as far as he could tell, though there was a sadness around him, one Nicky hoped to take away from Pete, even if only for the night.
When Pete stopped in front of Nicky, gaze down but body straight, he blinked slowly, wanting to take the boy before him more than he thought he should considering they’d only spoken a few words to one another. The man wasn’t even dressed right for a night at the club, not for a sub anyway. Still... “Welcome back, boy.” The shiver Pete gave was both telling and exciting. “You interested in getting to know me a little better?”
He swallowed, hard, but gave a small nod. “Yes, S-sir, if you really want me to.”
“Present yourself to me then,” Nicky demanded, keeping his voice playful, yet commanding at the same time—a skill he’d actually worked hard to master.
Pete immediately shifted, feet shoulder width apart, hands behind his back, chest pushed out, head dipped in submission, gaze on the ground. Watching Pete move was a thing of beauty. The only problem Nicky saw was that his boy—his?—had on too much clothing. He wanted to see all of Pete, be able to taste his pleasure as he served his Master, even if only for that night. He’d never been anyone’s birthday present before, but he was determined to make it one gift the boy would never forget.
Nicky circled Pete, taking in how he held himself, how even as he presented himself, his fingers twitched, tapping against the opposite arm as he had on his leg before. “Nervous, boy?”
“Yes and no, Sir. I’m always like this,” Pete explained, his voice wavering. “It’s nothing against you.”
“Anything I need to know about you, before we go any farther?” Nicky wanted to know the man, not just the sub within, but sensed that pushing right then would only lose him the chance of playing with Pete.
“Um...” Pete bit his lip as he shifted, unable, it seemed, to be still. “I’ve been out of the Life for about two years and while I’ll try, I want to, I won’t be able to be still like a good boy should. I...”
“Anxiety?” At Pete’s nod, he continued, “But not of me, correct. It’s a natural state for you.” Again Pete nodded, his body tensing. “Anything else?”
“No, Sir. Well, nothing like that.”
“Limits?” Nicky purred, wanting to shift Pete’s focus from his nerves to their play, before the boy bolted from him.
“No blood, or other fluids, except with condom or oral. No breaking skin, deliberately, please. And um, I have work in the morning, so nothing that will stand out to teens, that’s one discussion I’m not interested in having with a bunch of high schoolers.”
High school? “A teacher?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I can accept those limits. Safewords?”
“Crimson and gold. Sir.”
“Mmm... nice word choices.” Nicky stepped around behind Pete, trailing his long fingers up one of Pete’s arms, across his shoulders, and down the others, before pressing up against his back. He leaned forward to whisper against Pete’s ear, teasing the bit of flesh with his lips, “You have too many clothes on, boy. I’d love to see all that tan skin laid out, stretched for my touch and marks.” Pete shivered hard, a small whimper slipping through his lips, delighting Nicky. “Oh, you like that idea? Me too.”
When Pete whimpered again, Nicky pressed his body against Pete’s, slipping his arms around Pete to tease up his abs, brushing against his nipples, drawing more delicious sounds. And while Nicky loved the feel of silk, almost as much as he loved leather, but right then it only served to frustrate him, blocking his touch from making it to Pete’s heated skin. “Do you like pain? Restraint? Denial?”
Pete whimpered and nodded, “Please, Sir.”
“I think it’s time we moved things to the play area, boy.” Nicky looked over to the different areas, looking to see which ones were open, then continued. “Go to the St. Andrew’s cross that’s open, strip, and wait for me.”
Before Pete could take a step to do as ordered, Nicky grabbed Pete’s hair and pulled, arching him backward. When he was off balance enough, his neck stretched and exposed, Nicky leaned down and pressed his lips to Pete’s, nibbling those plump lips, pushing his tongue inside, tasting, feasting on his boy as Pete whimpered, returning his ardor with a fervency that shocked Nicky, not that he would allow Pete to know that. Not yet, at least.
“Mmm, you taste as good as I’d hoped,” he murmured against Pete’s lips as they both panted. Nicky’s gaze flicked up to see Pete’s eyes glazed, his pupils blown already. Damn! “You are a beautiful boy. So, so beautiful. Hurry up and do as I said, I want to shower you with leather, taste your desire, then take you for everyone to see your submission.”
Nicky released his hold, patting Pete on the ass as his boy hurried to the open cross. Nicky sauntered back to the table, where he’d left his bag of goodies.
“Be careful with him, Nicky.” Jon looked stern but amused.
“Careful, but not gentle,” Jase added. “He loves pain, but only if it’s given for erotic reasons. Oh, and don’t punish him for the twitching, that’s not in his control. It will calm as he sinks into the scene more.”
Nicky smirked, amused at how protective the two were, while curious why the others at the table didn’t say anything about Pete. He’d have to figure that part out later, right then he wanted to focus on Pete and hopefully making him fly. “So he said. I have no interest in punishing him, not true punishment, at least. But this,” he continued, picking up his bag before turning to watch Pete strip. “This I need so I can go give my boy his present,” he said, distracted by the sight of Pete’s skin. “God, he’s beautiful.”
“Be careful there, Nicky, you sound like you want him for more than a scene. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
He tore his gaze from Pete’s body and turned to scowl at Jase. “Fuck you, kindly. Why don’t you go find someone to play with and leave us alone?” That said, Nicky turned and sauntered back to Pete, loving how Pete knelt beside the cross with nothing on. Damn! What a cock. It made Nicky’s mouth water just looking at it. Later.
Taking his time, Nicky again circled Pete, taking in how he twitched while trying so hard to be still. Considering what he knew of Pete, he thought about what to do, hoping he was right. Setting his pack down, he pulled out his favorite flogger, hooking it to his belt before checking the cross’s tie down points.
He knew Jon kept the equipment in good working order, but he still always checked. More importantly, he wanted to make sure they were set for Pete, not wanting to hurt his boy’s wrists. Satisfied with the padded cuffs, Nicky stepped back to Pete. Leaning down, he nibbled on Pete’s ear, thrilling at the shiver and small whimper Pete let out.
“Love your sounds, boy. Up,” he commanded, tugging on Pete’s hair lightly, knowing how much he enjoyed that little pain.
Pete stood smoothly, his arms behind his back, hands clasped to his opposite elbows. He noticed the fingers tapping still, but ignored it, understanding Pete needed the motion. With as few words as possible, Nicky moved Pete into position, tying down each wrist, then both ankles so he faced the cross, before brushing a kiss against Pete’s cheek.
Not wanting to go too fast, Nicky trailed his hands up and down Pete’s arms, back, and legs, teasing the skin as he went. Sometimes light caresses with his fingertips, other times, with his nails, scratching hard enough to elicit moans and raised welts, but always careful not to break skin.
As Pete’s moans increased, though never loudly, Nicky smiled, loving the slow build and tease. Pressing against Pete again, this time able to feel Pete’s skin, he sighed. One of the nice things about the open cross, it let him reach all the fun bits while not allowing Pete much movement. “I want you to stay as still as possible, boy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, boy.” Nicky pressed against Pete’s ass, rubbing his covered cock along Pete’s crease, loving how the whimpers increased, even as Pete fought to be still. He reached around, pinching Pete’s nipples, twisting and pulling lightly, reveling in the trembling sounds and twitching body beneath his fingers. Nipping along Pete’s neck and shoulder, he pulled on the tight points harder.
Stepping back, before he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, Nicky moved into position. He unhooked his favorite flogger, taking a few practice swings, making sure Pete knew what he was doing.
The first few strikes he kept light, warming the skin and making certain Pete knew what was going to happen. As Pete’s sounds began again, Nicky increased the power behind each strike, keeping the pattern and the areas struck variable.
Pete’s moans grew and eventually shifted, his body stopped dancing, his back arching, making himself an easier target. The strikes went from Pete’s upper back, across his buttock, and down his thighs, each one exciting Nicky more, as did the deepening color of Pete’s skin.
Stopping for a few moments, Nicky moved so he could see Pete’s cock, enjoy how it glistened and jumped. Not knowing Pete’s limits, though already impressed with how well he’d done, Nicky pulled a condom out of the pocket in the back of his leather kilt, opening and slipping it on his boy, not wanting to push him over the edge unsheathed. Taking another moment, he made sure to tease the head and down the shaft as he slipped it on Pete. Once in position, he leaned over and pulled out a couple more pieces of leather, grinning as he thought of how hard his boy would shoot soon.
“I’m not going to put a ring on that lovely cock of yours, but your balls... Those need a little decorating, don’t you think, boy?”
At Pete’s whimper, Nicky reached around to slip the ball cuff on Pete, loving how Pete’s muscles trembled as the skin around his balls pulled tight. Nicky adored how it looked, though he wished he could take his time, used the weighted version he had, but didn’t think Pete was up to that, yet. He really hoped he got to play with his boy more than just that night.
“Lovely, boy. Now, you’re not to come until I choose, understood?”
Pete’s head dropped back onto his shoulders as he moaned. “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
“You want to come, boy?”
“Please, Sir,” Pete groaned.
“Not yet, boy. For now, I want a little more time with you delicious skin. You want me to fill that tight ass of yours? Hmm? Would you like that?”
Pete’s head turned toward Nicky, his eyes closing as he nodded fervently. “Please, oh God, please, Sir!”
“When I’m ready, I’ll fill you, take you. If you’re a good boy, please me, I might even allow you to finish with me.”
Nicky was so hard it hurt, but he wasn’t ready to feel Pete yet, he needed to push Pete just a little more. Stepping back, he checked to make sure he had the second condom and the packet of lube ready, then took his position and without further warning, rained down blow after blow along Pete’s back and ass, making certain he would feel the pounding he would receive in just another moment.
Pete’s moans finally shifted, louder yet with a dreamy quality, the very sound he’d been waiting for. Nicky quickly dropped his flogger to the side so he could press hard against Pete, making sure his leather abraded the tender, hot skin before stepping away enough to withdraw the lube and reach between them, pulling Pete’s cheeks apart. Nicky massaged, pulling them apart again and again, before slicking his fingers and slowing teasing Pete’s rim.
Pushing in, he carefully opened Pete up, making sure he was ready before lifting his kilt and slipping the condom on himself. Lining up, he jabbed Pete’s tight hole with the tip of his cock before pressing forward, not letting up until his boy took all of him inside.
“Damn, boy! Your ass just swallows me.” Nicky set a slow pace, hoping to stretch this part out a little longer, though all he wanted to do was take Pete hard and fast. “So beautiful, boy,” he murmured, draping himself along Pete’s still restrained body, loving how his boy trembled and panted.
Eventually, Nicky sped up until he was driving into Pete hard, snapping his hips as he chased his bliss in the perfect boy around him. He used one hand to brace himself and the other he slipped around to tug on Pete’s balls, not touching his boys cock. Pete’s sounds grew as Nicky’s needs did, and as he lost the last bit of control, he ground out, “Come, boy!”
Nicky tipped over the edge, panting, his vision whiting at the edge as the fiery bliss poured from him into his boy, even as he heard Pete’s shout and felt Pete’s ass grab him harder, milking every drop of pleasure from Nicky’s body possible.
It took a moment for Nicky to gain his thoughts again, but when he did, he carefully slipped from Pete, tending to the condoms before petting and praising his boy as he released first Pete’s ankles and then his wrists. When he turned Pete, he saw the blissed out look and the tears streaking Pete’s face and smiled.
Pete couldn’t stand. Nicky draped one of Pete’s arms over his shoulder so he could support his boy and get him moved to a safe spot to recover, when Jase suddenly appeared on Pete’s other side, mimicking Nicky’s motions. A few moments later, Jase stepped back as Nicky sat with Pete curled in his lap, snuggled against him tight as he continued to praise and pet Pete.
“Thank you, Jase.”
“No problem,” Jase husked, obviously having watched and been affected by Nicky’s time with Pete.
Nicky smiled at Jase, but focused back on Pete. “Beautiful, boy. You pleased me so, so much.”
Eventually, Pete uncurled some, his eyes clearing as he looked up at Nicky and the smile he gave, made Nicky clutch Pete tighter. “Hello, boy.”
“Hi, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re a beautiful boy, Pete.” Nicky bent and pressed his lips against Pete’s forehead, cheeks, and finally lips. “Happy birthday, boy.”
Pete sighed and nuzzled Nicky’s neck. “It is that, Sir. Thanks to you.”

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