Gay Erotika: Adam's Apples E-Book

Alexandra Scott

• Herausgeber: Alexandra Scott
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Gay Erotika: Adam's Apples Short Description: Enjoy the sexual memoirs of Adam: Adam's Sweet Apple Adam's Hot Rod Adam's Cock Craving Adam's Cockslut EXCERPT: Adam shivered. The shiver turned into a full body shudder when he felt Sir’s smooth fingers glide over his heated shoulders. He twisted automatically, trying to escape the touch that sizzled and soothed at the same time. Sir increased the pressure, holding him in place, bending over Adam’s back to reach for the rope attached to the bottom of the bench. With an easy flick of his long fingers, he had the rope knotted around Adam’s wrist. A few seconds later, both wrists were tightly bound and when Sir hit him again, Adam couldn’t jerk away. The cane landed rapidly after that, stinging him with unrelenting blows. Too many to count. Too fast to comprehend. Adam couldn’t move away from the crop, and worse, he couldn’t relieve the pressure growing between his legs as his blood rushed to his groin. He groaned and rocked against the smooth leather, trying desperately for friction, for something. His balls hung off the edge, and he understood that wasn’t an accident. But he didn’t pay any attention to that until the leather smacked against the bench, just beneath his sagging skin, and he didn’t hear it so much as feel the vibrations through his groin. Fresh pre-come flooded from his slit, strings dragging across the leather. Sir paused to run his finger over the tip of Adam’s cock, collecting all the fluid he found there. Adam couldn’t see him bring the glistening finger to his mouth, but he could imagine it, and the image alone made his flesh throb in new ways. But the actual sound of Sir smacking his lips, greedily licking the salty fluid away, elicited a soft groan. He wanted to look over his shoulder, but more than that, he wanted to feel Sir’s tongue as it collected the gathering drops and slick beads.

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Gay Erotika: Adam's Apples

By Alexandra Scott

Copyright @ 2017 by Alexandra Scott.

All Rights Reserved.

This book may not be used or reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without permission from the author or publisher. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons whether living or dead is entirely coincidental. This book contains mature content of sexually explicit scenes, situations for adults 18+. Every character in this book is 18+ years of age.

All the characters in this book are fictional

Table of Contents

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Gay Erotika: Adam's Apples (Gay Erotika Series, #1)

SHORT STORY 2 | Adam’s Hot Rod

SHORT STORY 3 | Adam’s Cock Craving

SHORT STORY 1

Adam’s Sweet Apple

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Nearly eight hours after Sir first strapped Adam into the fuck machine, he was allowed to crawl back to his room, which was a closet Sir converted for slaves in training. There wasn't much room, but Sir did provide a comfortable pallet for him to sleep on with plenty of blankets and pillows. It could have much worse. He knew that Sir had no problem with leaving his slaves on the cold floor without a single, thin blanket for the night. He'd seen Sir do it to Monica as punishment enough times to be grateful that he not only had a fairly comfortable bed, he had his own private room. It was a luxury Adam was was especially grateful after sessions like he just add.

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He very delicately lowered himself to the foam mattress, lying on his stomach with his head buried in his arms. His ass was so sore he didn't know how he'd ever be able to sit like a normal person, much less go to the bathroom. He shuddered at the thought. No, he definitely wasn't looking forward to the call of nature, but that was just another element of Sir's punishment. He wanted to make sure Adam never forgot his lesson—because next time the punishment wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Not that Adam had what he would consider fun getting repeatedly fucked by a huge dildo on a motor-powered arm. There was no getting away with it, no break from the steady rhythm, no pleading or begging, not even the chance to catch his breath.

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But in the dark privacy of his room, he could not only catch his breath but really ask himself what the hell he was doing there. He'd only been in service to Sir for a month, but it already felt like an eternity. He could barely remember who he was before he moved in to Sir's house, and he knew if he stayed for his full training, the Adam he used to know would be gone for good. He would be completely new, wiped clean and shaped into Sir's image. He would be Sir's Adam, and nobody else. A thought that he found more appealing than frightening, but now he knew he wouldn't be Sir's Adam. He'd be somebody else's Adam once he finished his training.

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Maybe he should break down and use his safeword. He vowed he would never puss out like that, even if Sir gave him the option as part of their agreement. Anytime he wanted it to end, anytime he wanted to walk away for good, all he had to do was use the safeword Sir gave him. The catch was, once he used it, that was it. He wouldn't get a second chance, he wouldn't be able to stay, he wouldn't be able to resume his training. Once he used that word, Sir would escort him out of the house, shut and lock the door, and Adam would be left on his own once again.

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His ass throbbed. He clenched, trying to ease some of the pain, but that hardly made a difference. His cock hurt, too, sensitive from the orgasms. His balls had been drained dry, and he had the feeling they would be for awhile. His final two orgasms had been dry, no liquid at all dripping from his cock while his tired muscles clenched and fluttered and tried to withstand the unending pressure. It was relentless, stroking, stroking, stroking until Adam was crying, begging, but refusing to use the safeword that would get him off the machine or sent out of the house. He didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted to make Sir happy.

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But soon he would be going somewhere. Soon, he'd be sent away to a stranger. A stranger he didn't know, didn't want, and wouldn't understand. He knew Sir for years in the kink community before taking this step, and for every single day of eA very one of those years, he longed to be under Sir's firm hand. What was he going to do when Sir sent him away? The only way to avoid being sold like a cheap piece of meat was to use the safeword. And why not use it? What did he have to gain by keeping his mouth shut?

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Adam fell asleep with the safeword dancing on the tip of his tongue and when he woke up hours later it was still there. He sat straight up, wincing when every muscle from his neck to his ass protested. Fuck, he was so sore. Not just an ass. He felt like he'd received one hell of a beating with the fucking, like Sir had leveled a dozen kicks right at his ribs. He grabbed his phone—he was allowed to keep it but Sir never wanted to see him using it or hear it ring—and double-checked the time.

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"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He'd overslept by an hour, but he didn't have permission to miss breakfast. This meant another punishment. Maybe Sir wouldn't let him eat for the rest of the day. Or maybe he'd serve Adam breakfast himself, which would probably consist of all sorts of inedible and unappetizing things. Just the week before, he would have been perfectly happy to accept this punishment. But what was the point of eating garbage to please Sir when Sir didn't even plan to keep him around? The worst part was that Adam couldn't even complain—it was his job to fully negotiate and understand all the rules before they got started, and he simply never asked if he could be sent away.

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A sharp knock on the door had him scrambling to open it, despite the never-ending protests of his exhausted muscles. He stayed on his knees among his nest of blankets, staring up at the man who'd dominated his thoughts and heart for years before he finally dominated Adam's body.

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"Ahh, so you're finally awake."

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Adam looked down, feeling exhausted, sorry, and beaten down. He didn't try to summon an apology, or an explanation, just waited for Sir's orders. He'd never felt so beat down and so unhappy to be in that [...]