Please welcome AJ Llewellyn and DJ Manly with
BDSM Voyages #2
|Release: March 30, 2016|
Paul and Hamish are at it again, this time on the Easter Holiday. Paul is on a business trip in Amsterdam trying to think of some kinky games to liven things up a bit. However Hamish’s family may just stand in the way of their fun. Paul must be creative this time in order to fit the family dinner into his sexy plans. Finally, he comes up with a solution to be there at the dinner table carving up the roast for the family meal and satisfy his lover’s sex-craved dreams. Enlisting the help of his friend Ethan, he heads home, unaware that Hamish is hatching his own scheme for a lusty good time.
Previously Published by Stiff Rain Press.
Quietly, I let myself in and turned off the burglar alarm. We crept up the stairs and when we got to the top, I put a hand on Ethan’s arm. There was a light on in our bedroom. Hamish was awake. Damn it. I could hear the murmur of the television in the background. He was having one of his sleepless nights, probably because I wasn’t with him. It was sweet.
Ethan nudged with a question on his face. I brought myself back to present. I handed him the mask and mouthed, “Go ahead, I’m right behind you.”
Ethan took out the rope, handed me the rest of the toy bag, nodded and pulled on the mask. He crept down the hall and I held my breath as he entered. I’d given Ethan a few tips in the cab on how to tackle Hamish so Hamish didn’t kill him. I hoped he was a quick study.
The struggle started immediately. I pulled on the hood and rushed in when I heard Ethan yell, “I’m going to need help here.”
When I got to the bedroom, I wanted to laugh but if I did, I’d ruin all of it. A naked Hamish was on top of Ethan pounding the crap out of him. I pulled Hamish off and both of us took all our strength to get him onto the bed. Ethan sat on him while I secured the gag in his mouth. He almost bit me twice. I tied one wrist then the other to the bedpost while Ethan got the harness. We said nothing as planned. I held one of Hamish’s legs high and pushed it up and out as Ethan slid one end of the harness down to the top of the thigh. We hooked the attachment to the top of the bed then did the same to the other leg while I took hold of Hamish’s cock and fit it into the specially made strap in the middle of the harness.
Hamish bucked uncontrollably as I manhandled his cock and balls. We could hear his muffled protests through the gag. “Protest all you want, slut,” Ethan told him gruffly. “Tonight you’re ours to do with what we want. So you might as well be quiet and cooperate.”
Hamish looked at Ethan then over at me. There was fear in his eyes but something else. I knew what that was. That was that look where he was halfway turned on but wondering whether he should be or not.
“Paul?” he asked, looking dazed. Damn. He’d recognized me. The light was dim and I was careful to wear clothes I’d bought while I was away so he wouldn’t recognize me but he was already surmising that I was of the same stature as his husband, tall and muscular. I couldn’t hide that. Ethan however, who was a big, burly bear of a man was throwing him off.
Ethan took out a blindfold and fitted it around Hamish’s eyes. Hamish was still squirming but he’d calmed down some. His chest was heaving just a little and he looked really hot spread out that way, his cock caught in that strap.
I motioned to Ethan that we would leave the room.
Ethan reached out and twisted one of Hamish’s nipples then roughly handled his cock a minute. He leered down into his face. “We’re going to find some booze in this joint, bitch, then we’ll be back for a good time.”
Hamish grunted. Oh, he liked that.
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About the authors:
A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 200 published gay erotic romance novels.
A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.
D.J. Manly: I write not only for my own pleasure, but for the pleasure of my readers. I can't remember a time in my life when I haven't written and told stories. When I'm not writing, I'm dreaming about writing. Eroticism between consenting adults, in all its many forms is the icing on the cake of life but one does not live by sex alone. The story of how two people find love in spite of the odds is what really turns me on.
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