Friday, July 19, 2013

Aiden's Training by H.C. Brown

Aiden's Training  by H.C. Brown
Book #6 Club Floggers
M/M/M, BDSM Erotic Romance


Blurb:
H.C Brown's sizzling sequel to Wanted:Two Doms

Aiden returns to Floggers and into the arms of his two Doms, Logan, and Connor. Thrumming with anticipation, he is anxious to get straight down to some heavy action. His men are more cautious and want to guide him slowly into their world of extreme pleasure pain. With Alec on his back about safety and the jealous Raoul causing problems in the band, Aiden must make a decision; to commit to the delights of two edge playing Masters or walk away forever.
Excerpt:

Keys jingled and a door creaked open.  The heavy scent of candle wax percolated through the hood and lights danced in his peripheral vision.  He squinted trying to see through the fabric. Panic rode him, his stomach clenched.  These guys had their own torture chamber. He tried to swallow. His parched throat offered no saliva to coat his dry lips. The door clicked shut behind them and the sound of a bold sliding home reached him.
 Someone grabbed him from behind and held him motionless. Another pulled off his boots and slid the leather pants over his hips then dragged them over his feet. A warm hand cupped him then one finger slid beneath his balls to circle his hole.  From behind, a moist tongue delved into one ear. He swallowed hard and hoped his voce wouldn’t come out in a whine. “So you want to fuck me, right? Well that’s fine but use condoms; you don’t know where I’ve been.”
The man in front of him grasped the neck of his designer black tee and ripped it down the front as if it were paper then tore the clothing from him.  Naked he swayed, panic and arousal a heady mix. The silence of the men both scared and aroused him. The man behind him grasped one arm and led him across the room. Underfoot the tiled floor pressed cold against his feet. Positioned with his hands and feet spread wide, the men spent some time attaching him to the equipment. Aiden trembled in anticipation. The Doms used long leather thongs to attach his wrists to a metal frame above. A thin leather strap attached one ankle to the frame and then looped up to circle his cock and balls before extending to wrap around the other ankle.  Each binding followed the trail of the Dom’s fingers, giving Aiden the exact positioning of each knot. If he bent his knees, the leather thong tightened around his sac.  A harness encased his chest and the world shifted. The ground under his feet vanished and the pressure on the harness increased. The Doms had suspended him in midair. He panted trying to force air into his restricted lungs.
A warm pair of hands, scented with antiseptic hand wash crept under the hood.  A silk blindfold slid over his eyes and the hood fell away from his head. He gulped in air and caught a familiar scent of sandalwood soap. The exact same fragrance as the expensive supplied shower gel from Floggers. He sighed in relief; if these Doms were members, at least they’d be clean. He dragged a dry tongue over his lips. “Thank you Master.”
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Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Grey's Hidden Fire by Draven St. James


Grey's Hidden Fire by Draven St. James 



Blurb:

            Grey's entire life is wrapped around his job as a firefighter. It is all he has ever wanted. That is until his new coworker Mica Cruz saunters through the door with his smoldering dark looks and dimpled grin. Suddenly he finds himself wanting to get to know what Mica looks like out of his gear and between the sheets.
Mica has one rule…keep his work life and his personal life separate. It was easy enough to follow until he meets Grey and finds that his rule can't stand up to the fire that Grey ignites. There's one big thing standing in the way of all of his lust filled musings. Grey is straight.
In a profession where being gay is often kept quiet Grey must come to terms with his growing attraction to Mica. How much is he willing to sacrifice? Can they come together before someone's hatred threatens to destroy them both?
  
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Excerpt:
Mica walked into the dark room that contained two bunk beds. Grey’s huddled form made a silhouette against the darkness on one of the lower bunks, and Mica stretched out on the other. Grey’s shifting sent the sounds of a creaky mattress across the small space.
“Are you gay?” Grey’s words shattered the silence with their quiet intensity.
Mica felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. No one had ever out-and-out asked him if he was gay. He was fairly certain it was because he didn’t look like the stereotypical gay man. He also didn’t act like what his coworkers had always described as a gay man. He wasn’t effeminate. They were never cruel, but there was a level of mocking when they spoke about the topic. The reaction to the answer to this one question could screw his whole world up, but he didn’t feel like he could lie to Grey.
“Yes,” he responded in a low voice. He held his breath and waited for some kind of verbal or physical explosive response. There was nothing, just the soft sound of Grey’s breath.
“Was I any good?” Grey asked.
Mica sat up and stared into the darkness, his mouth hanging open. “What?” he asked in a loud whisper.
“In your fantasy, I must have been pretty good, right?” There was humor in the other man’s voice. Humor, but not ridicule.
“Yeah, you were pretty good,” Mica conceded. He lay back on his bed and laughed softly. “You were really good.”
“Is that what you are? Dominant?”
“What do you mean?”
“I…” Grey hesitated. “Are you a top?”
Mica snickered and smiled broadly at Grey for having the courage to ask that kind of question. “Yes and no.”
Grey chuckled. “How does that work?”
“I wouldn’t mind bottoming for the right guy,” Mica confessed. He had never said that to anyone. He had actually never bottomed, but if given a chance with Grey…he’d be tempted.
“Oh…” Grey murmured.
Mica glared hard into the darkness. He wished he could look into Grey’s eyes, see what was in Grey’s mind. It was damn difficult to judge what a man was thinking simply by the tone of his voice. Grey didn’t seem to have much of a problem with Mica’s being gay. If anything, he sounded intrigued.
“I take it you’re straight?” Mica asked.
The weight of the silence was heavy. Had Grey gone to sleep that quickly? Mica wanted to get up and turn on the light, but he didn’t think Grey would appreciate it. It would feel too much like a spotlight during an interrogation.
“Yes,” Grey admitted. Although the brief moment of hesitation was curious.
“Thank you, then, for not freaking out about earlier,” Mica said into the void. His face heated at the words. He wanted to add to that, but he didn’t know what to say. Apologizing for using someone to get off was a new thing to him. In his early days of coming out he’d had his one-night stands with no apology. Somehow this entire situation held a higher level of intimacy. Maybe it was the sharing of secret thoughts in the dark.
Grey shuffled. “Mica?”
“Yeah?”
“What was I doing?”
Mica’s eyes widened. He couldn’t have heard that right, or he’d processed it incorrectly. “Huh?”
“I mean, what was your… What was the whole fantasy?”
Mica had to sit up to hear the whispered words. “In the shower?”
“Yeah.” Grey sighed. “I mean, I know I was…I mean…in the end…sucking…”
Mica could practically feel the heat of the other man blushing across the room.
“Are you seriously asking for the setting of my jack-off session?” Mica chuckled.
“Well, when you say it like that…” Grey’s voice filled with discomfort. “I guess it was an odd question. Never mind.”
Grey sounded mortified. Mica didn’t know what drove Grey to ask the question, but Mica wanted to share the fantasy with him. After all, Grey had asked. No one could fault him for handing over information that had been requested.
Mica lay back and closed his eyes. “You came into the locker room as I was taking off my T-shirt. You wanted to know if I needed any help cleaning up, or if I had any pain from the fire.”
He paused to see if Grey would stop him. If Grey had changed his mind about wanting to know Mica’s hot fantasy. A fantasy where Grey was the star. He heard nothing but Grey’s breathing. “Are you with me?”
“Yes.”
If Mica hadn’t been listening so closely, he wouldn’t have heard the response.
“Okay, so I told you my shoulder was really hurting from when I pushed against the door frame to make it outside. You came up behind me and ran your fingers over my shoulders, massaging. I could detect the faintest touch on my neck, where it felt like you’d kissed me. My cock twitched, and I barely managed to keep from groaning. You felt my body tense, so you pulled away and turned me around. You asked if I was okay, if I needed any other help.” His voice became hoarse with arousal.
“That’s when you looked down and saw my cock, rock hard against my briefs. You reached down to lightly stroke it through the fabric and asked if I required help taking care of any other special needs.”
Grey chuckled softly and said, “Sounds like a line from a porn video.”
“Well, it is a fantasy. Give me a break.” Mica laughed. “Anyway, of course I was shocked by your offer, but so fucking hard because your hand was stroking my dick that I nodded. You pushed my briefs down and wrapped your fingers around my cock. Your hand felt amazing. It was so warm and rough. I rocked my hips into it.” His cock leaked. The arousal was ten times what it had been in the shower. Describing the fantasy for Grey was hotter than he could have imagined.
“And?” Grey asked, his voice ragged.
Mica propped himself up on his elbow. Was it his imagination, or did Grey sound turned on?
“Then you swiped your finger over the head of my dick, getting a drop of precum. You brought it to your lips and sucked it off. You told me it tasted sweet and salty and that you wanted more.”
Grey’s breath came faster from across the room. Holy shit. Just the thought of Grey getting hot from the fantasy was enough to make Mica’s cock throb.
“Then what?” Grey whispered.


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Wanted: Two Doms by H.C.Brown

Wanted: Two Doms  
by H.C. Brown

Book Blurb
Meet the new member of Club Floggers, Aiden, in H.C. Brown's New Sizzling M/M/M BDSM.
Aiden Lovett bass guitarist for Cold Heat has a problem; his Dom walked out leaving his libido stuck on overdrive. Convinced one Master is not enough to satisfy him, he advertises in Club Floggers for two Doms.
They say be careful what you wish for: Will Aiden accept the offer of Logan and Connor and take a ride on the wild side?—Hell yeah!

Excerpt
Aiden Lovett crushed the can of cola in one hand then threw it against the wall. The remaining soda splashed over the white paintwork. The drink crashed to the floor and spiraled across the tiles trailing its contents in a brown stream. “Asshole.” He spun around and charged toward the door. “Doms! Fucking Jesus what is it with you guys?”
“Whoa, just a minute what do you mean by ‘you guys’?” Alec stepped in front of his friend blocking his exit. “Have you had an argument with Jon?”
Anger pushed bile up the back of Aiden’s throat. His hands trembled. How could his Master walk out on him after two fucking years?  He glanced down at the large hand resting on his arm and forced his shattered nerves to calm. His friend’s long fingers curled around his bare flesh. The touch offered comfort but came from an unobtainable source. He’d worked beside Alec for the past three years in constant awe of the handsome Dom. The man’s rough pads, from years of playing guitar, stroked his skin. The closeness of the big delicious guy soothed him. Instinct had him dropping his gaze, submissive. “No argument—well not really. The asshole waited until we walked off stage then sent me a text message saying he’d moved out and left his house keys with our manager.”
“What brought this on?” Alec moved closer. “I had the impression you were in love with him.”
 No, he hadn’t loved Jon. In truth, they’d based their relationship on mutual respect and need. Jon had divulged his desire for another sub, one he couldn’t have, from the get go, and the knowledge had cooled any real feelings Aiden had for his Master. How could Aiden explain his situation and the problems he’d endured with Jon to another damn Dom? Aiden shrugged and leaned against Alec seeking a small piece of comfort. “I’m highly sexed and Jon, well, he turned forty–five last June. Look, I’m not going into details but I suggested we might perhaps, ask another Dom to join us.”
“Another Dom? Christ! So, I gather he didn’t take the idea very well?”  Alec led him to a chair. “Sit down and I’ll get you a drink.” He moved toward the bar set along one wall of the dressing room. “You might have offered to spice up your love life, first. I mean, if my boy had mentioned he’d wanted another Dom in our dungeon, I’d be pretty pissed too.”
Aiden sat before the dressing table and stared into the mirror.  He opened a packet of wipes and started to remove his stage makeup. The band, Cold Heat, had played to a full house. The thumping music of their latest album drifted from the stadium above and the raucous conversation leeched through the thin walls from their manager, Bill and the deep voice of Seth, the drummer punctuated by the flamboyant singer, and front man, Reef.  
Aiden sucked in a steadying breath. The rich smell of the finest scotch whiskey filled his nostrils a few moments before Alec slid a glass filled with the ambrosia under his nose. He dropped the wipes into the garbage can beside the chair then cupped the glass in both hands. He inhaled the rich malt alcohol and sighed. “Actually he didn’t say much at all. What we had together was nice. At first we screwed like rabbits.” Aiden smiled. “The scenes were . . . well, you know, predictable, Jon was old school. He had certain things that turned him on and the sessions became very repetitive, which was fine for the first year then I did ask if we could spice things up a bit.” He lifted the glass and sipped. The drink rolled like liquid silk over his taste buds then slid down his throat in a hot rush. He sighed in appreciation. “Well, Jon got all defensive, told me I was a sub and it wasn’t my place to say such things. He accused me of wanting switch play.” He pulled a face, which he hoped displayed his contempt at such an idea. “I mean—really—as if I could top?”
“You’ve had a good relationship outside the dungeon; I can’t see how talking about difficulties with your sex life should be a problem.” Alec rubbed his chin, his fingers rasping over his five-o-clock shadow. “The suggestion about having another man in a scene though, I’m guessing that would have made him a trifle angry. Doms are possessive creatures; the moment we collar a sub, we like to keep our boys to ourselves.”
Aiden lifted his chin and met the liquid chocolate gaze of the lead guitarist sitting beside him. His friend, Alec had collared his own sub about six months previously and had the relaxed air of a satisfied man. He shook his head. “Not always. At Whips there are at least three pairs of Doms who share one sub.” He downed the drink and gasped at the rush of heat hitting his belly. “I need to get away from Whips. I’m not sure I can cope with watching Jon with another sub. This club you go to, Floggers, do you think I’ll be able to find a suitable Dom or two there?”
“Maybe. I do know a couple of guys into switch play. Do you really want two Doms? Man that would take a special relationship. ” Alec flashed a pure white grin. “Just how oversexed are you?”
“Would I like to live with two men—yes? Am I at a level to handle two Doms—you bet your fucking ass I am?” Aiden held up his glass for a refill. “If I could have sex six times a day, I’d be happy—flogging optional.”
“And you’d be as sore as hell. You’ll need to find two men to match your libido.” Alec refilled his glass. “I’m not surprised your Dom had a problem satisfying you, I doubt one man could achieve that many orgasms day in and day out.” He placed the bottle of scotch back on the table and screwed on the top. “How many Masters do you believe like threesomes scenes anyway? It would mean sharing control, two Doms punishing one boy—that might be dangerous.”
Aiden smiled. “No it would be as erotic as fucking hell. I’m ready and willing to give it a try.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll need to try a few out and see if I fit. What I need to know is how do I make my intentions known?”
 “Well, come down to Club Floggers tonight, bring your latest blood tests, and I’ll get you signed up. You can place a notice on the board and see if anyone responds. I’ll ask Rio, the guy who owns the club, if he knows anyone who may be interested and I’ll introduce you.” Alec smiled. “And I do have two guys in mind I can ask.”
“Great, we have three days before the next concert. I’ll take a room close by and hang there so I’m available.” Aiden sipped his drink. “I’m feeling better already.”
“Oh, Lord, don’t try this on your own. Make sure I’m there or Nash. Don’t do anything stupid.” Alec had stripped off his stage clothes and stood gloriously naked in the middle of the room. “Dress in leather, something tight and sexy.  Those guys I know are into muscle. Call me when you get there. I live a block away and Nash is never far from the club. Get Bill to book you into the Eldorado its right next door.”
Aiden forced his gaze to remain on the man’s face. He’d had a secret crush on Alec for years but this delicious piece of ass, preferred twinks. He grinned. “Aw Alec, you’re so sweet but I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.”
Alec’s expression turned into a mask of concern. “No you can’t.  It never hurts to have someone outside the dungeon in this kind of situation. Two Doms fighting for control, and you bound and gagged is a potential recipe for disaster. Take my advice and protection for at least the first time.”
Aiden grinned. “You wanna watch, Daddy?”
“Fucking A.” Alec cupped his balls. “But I don’t think my pup would be impressed.” He turned and moved toward the shower. “I was always told in school two into one didn’t go, it might have been interesting proving that theory wrong.”

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