Shane Wise is a Dom and part owner of a popular BDSM club
in Rittenhouse Square, Club Rebellion. A
tumultuous past has led him to an almost perfect present, except Shane has a
secret. A secret that could destroy his reputation in the world in which he
loves to live-BDSM.
Deacon Archer is also a Dom and part owner of Club
Rebellion and he is in love with Shane Wise. Together Shane and Deacon must
decide if the love they feel can withstand the scrutiny they fear, if their
relationship is revealed.
Can two dominants truly forge a relationship? Will secret
desires open up a new world and allow Shane to be the man he was intended to be
or will veiled dominance get in the way?
Shane freed his body and mind
of outside influences and absorbed the sensation. He rocked into the hits as
Deacon’s strikes became more intense.
Strike after strike created a
feeling of euphoria. Lost in the sensation floating over his body, he couldn’t
see Deacon flogging him, but he could feel it; the touch too pleasurable to
tell Deacon to stop. His back and ass were on fire, a sense of desperation
filled him, a slight panic churned. Yet, safe wording never crossed his mind.
He needed this.
His sense of sight had been
taken away, he had no knowledge of where Deacon would strike next, but he knew
wherever it would be, Deacon would make sure he achieved the most satisfaction.
Weightless. Absorbed in the
sensations that were given to him. He loved Deacon and loved how the man made
him feel. Shane needed to feel, to let all his inhibitions and worries escape
Detached, above his own mortal
body, Shane began to replay his life, a movie that included fear, abandonment,
friendship and love. His life had been a black and white picture show until a
select few people had entered it. Deacon being one of those people that changed
his world into color.
The flogging stopped, but Shane
still had no words. A small smile crossed his lips as Deacon soothed him with
ointment; his back, ass, and the back of his upper thighs. Still suspended, his
body slumped in relaxation. Shane knew Deacon would take care of his needs, he
Sprawled on the queen sized bed
in the playroom, Shane had no recollection of Deacon carrying him, his body a
puddle of goo. Although Deacon was more slender and a tad bit shorter than
Shane’s six foot three inch frame, he was one strong son of a bitch. Shane
relished the ache on his back and ass, but what he really looked forward to–the
touch of a slippery finger probing his nether hole. Oh hell yeah, I’m about to get fucked.
Shane laid on his right side
with Deacon behind him as the man opened and stretched him. Fingers caressed
his inner passage, massaging him. His body ached so good, the thrust of fingers
sent shivers down his spine.
“Please, Deacon, more.”
“Patience, babe, I’ll give you
what you need,” Deacon spoke softly against Shane’s neck, while gently stroking
his prostate. “Nice and loose.”
Shane pulled his left leg
toward his chest and opened himself up to the ministrations of Deacon’s
fingers, pushing his ass backwards.
Deacon pulled his fingers out
and Shane sighed at the emptiness, but not for long. The blunt head of Deacon’s
cock probed his hole and then, pop.
Deacon slid in, one smooth glide filling Shane’s channel. Shane loved the
sensation of Deacon pulsing in his ass, a heartbeat in time with his own.
Shane didn’t know how long they
stayed in this position, but it felt like an eternity until Deacon began to
move. Slowly, Deacon slid in and out, his cockhead brought to Shane’s entrance
and then, with more force, back in. Shane was alive; every nerve erupted with
energy as Deacon worked him over. His prostrate was stimulated, pegged on every
slide in. How could he ever feel ashamed of this desire? Especially with the
man who was the most important person in his life?
“You need to let go, babe,”
Deacon whispered. “I need you to just relax. Feel me in you, to the core,
sliding in and out. Making you feel so good that nothing else matters.
Shane moaned as he listened to
Deacon’s word of encouragement. Close but still nothing. His balls churned with
seed. His ass clenched as he grasped for purchase, Deacon’s dick far in him. He
reached in front of himself to tug and pull, but the cock ring that Deacon had
previously placed on him prohibited the desired motion.
“Can’t Deacon, I need. I don’t
know, but I need.” Shane sounded incoherent with a desperation that only Deacon
could satisfy. He needed Deacon to release his bonds and send him over the
Shane thrust his head back on
Deacon’s shoulders as Deacon reached for the leather strap and unbound his dick
with one hand sliding up his rod and he tugged on the Prince Albert.
“Come!” Deacon commanded.
Shane’s animalistic cries
echoed as he shot forth his seed, spewing on his chest and Deacon’s hand as the
man pumped every drop out of him. Deacon thrust once, twice, three more times
and spilled into his depths, reaching the very breadth of his soul. Deacon
claimed him from the inside out, marking Shane once again as his, making him
come alive. His friend, his lover, his life. Shane relaxed, content as his body
came down from the euphoric high and the trembles subsided.
This fighting had to stop. The
inner turmoil damaged him physically and emotionally. His nature to be both Dom
and sub, even if it was far from common, had to be reconciled. Suck it the fuck up. He could not keep
fighting this shame and insecurity. Shane would discuss this with Deacon.
Later. After sleep.
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