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BeautifulBoyFSSubmission and Serving—when it’s not something you enjoy

This particular little idea came up in the course of editing that really made me sit back and think. As a submissive, it’s a concept I understand very well. For instance, I may not like being gagged with a cock in the back of my throat, but if my Dom likes to throat-fuck me, then I will do it.

The excerpt below started a conversation that surprised me. When my content editor went through it, she made a comment when Kyle talks about pain he doesn’t like, asking why he doesn’t use his safeword.

To understand this, it might help to understand one concept that many people not part of the lifestyle don’t: the difference between hurting and harming. We are often hurt during the course of our service when engaging in BDSM play. Especially pain play. However, hurting someone does not necessarily cause harm—i.e., lasting damage either physical or emotional/mental.

If I am not being harmed, if nothing is otherwise wrong (like muscle cramps or something like that) and my Dom/play partner hasn’t violated my hard limits, I am not going to call my safeword. I’m going to keep going to the best of my ability because I’m serving—and I get a different kind of fulfillment out of it than I do in receiving pain.

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Kyle

I whined as I strained to hold back my orgasm. Somewhere in there, my whines turned into pleas for his pleasure instead of my own, much like the first night we’d been together. “Come, Master! Please come!”

With a roar, Master thrust hard, burying himself balls-deep in my ass. His cock twitched hard, and I could have sworn I felt the hot flood of his cum inside me.

That was all it took. Without permission, with my own near scream, I lost it. The pleasure hit me harder than I’d ever felt before. I shook in Master’s arms, muscles clenching around the thick length still deep inside me as the climax screamed through me. The intense orgasm yanked my cum from my desperate balls, spraying over his hand, my legs, and the counter.

I slumped forward, holding on to the bar by sheer force of will. I gasped in air as Master continued to stroke my oversensitive cock. I whined, trying to move away from it, but he held me anchored to him. With his cock still firmly buried in my ass and his arm like a steel band around my waist, I could go nowhere.

“Oh no, boy. I want your cries,” he said, chuckling darkly.

I gave them, unable not to, as he continued stimulating me. “Please, Master!” I groaned, but he ignored it. His hand moved faster, tightened a bit more, and I sobbed as the pain in my cock—pain I didn’t like—grew. I begged with incoherent sounds, but he kept going for another few moments.

“You can take this for me, boy, I know you can,” Master murmured in my ear.

And he was right. I wanted to take this, I wanted to do this for him, show him I was able to serve him even when it was something I didn’t like. The knowledge that I was pleasing him thrilled the submissive in me. I still gave him my grunts—it was painful—but I bore it much better with that realization.

When he finally let go of my tormented cock, I realized, oversensitive or not, I was still hard—very hard. He slid that hand down to my balls and cupped them, massaging them. “I bet there’s another load in here, now, isn’t there, boy? Balls nice and full, hmm? Bet if I carry you upstairs and pound this ass more, I’ll get you to spray that new load, won’t I?”

I had no idea for sure, but his words alone were arousing me all over again, making me moan.

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If Kyle can get past his fears, he could see what his beloved Master Mal does: a beautiful boy that deserves his collar–and heart.

Blurb:

Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly-closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.

College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.

But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.

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Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Hello and welcome back to the Turning His Life Around blog tour! I am doing something a little different with this tour and, I’ve put together a running short story. This story happens a couple of years before Turning takes place, when Ian is learning he’s in love with Kane but hasn’t quite accepted what all that means for him yet, since Kane doesn’t return that love.

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But before long, Kane bucked against him then grumbled, “Fuck, stop teasing and just fuck me already.”  TurningHisLifeAroundFS

Ian sat back to grab the lube. He knew Kane had a point—they’d just been together that morning, it wasn’t like Kane needed a lot of prep. Still, he wanted—needed—to stretch their time out.

In annoyance, he pulled his hand back and let it land hard on Kane’s ass. Kane moaned loudly and Ian’s cock jumped at the action and reaction. He blinked briefly at his friend and they held there for a suspended moment what just happened sank in. Ian had known Kane liked to have his hair pulled during sex, but that was not the same as this.

He leaned forward over Kane’s back, his mouth near his friend’s ear. He ran his hand over the spot he’d just smacked. “Did you like that?” he rumbled.

“Yes,” Kane answered, breathlessly.

“Do you want more?” It was almost a growl, Ian’s cock jumping at the thought.

“Yes… please,” Kane managed, still sounding like he was struggling for air.

Ian sat back and lifted his hand again. He shifted enough so that he could see Kane’s face and brought it back down, cock jumping at the slight crack that sounded. Kane writhed again, more moans coming out. Ian bit his lip to keep his own sounds contained and did it again and again. Ian’s body was reacting as much to giving the swats as Kane’s seemed to be to taking them. All the while, as he took in Kane’s sounds and movements, the need that spawned from it took his breath, making the whole thing incredible.

“More. God, more,” Kane groaned and Ian couldn’t have resisted the request—the beg—for anything. He started in again, letting his hand fall where it would, though only a short time later, it was starting to smart. But he pushed himself for a while longer and when he stopped and looked down, the cheeks were a nice red, his cock twitching again at the view in front of him. Kane writhed, his ass bright and hot and the combination was enough to make Ian fight hard against the urge to line up and just take, just push his cock in hard and fuck.

He dragged his nails across the abused skin instead, listening to the groan that came from it. Kane’s warm ass caused Ian’s cock to strain at what he’d done. Fuck, he’d really enjoyed that. And so had Kane.

As he held there, suspended for another moment, the book he’d read came back to him. When it did, the memory of dusty back shelves of an old bookstore and a stranger’s face—and dick—flashed behind his closed eyes, but he forced himself to ignore that and think only about what he’d read. Masochistic didn’t necessarily mean submissive, he remembered that much, but he also remembered some of the things he’d read about being submissive and how well Kane had fit that description.

Did he try it? Would Kane want it? What was the worst that could happen?

He could lose the time he did have with Kane. But no… he knew that even if it didn’t work out that way, his friend would never completely walk away, wouldn’t freak out. No, he’d say he didn’t like it or something, throw Ian a weird look. Maybe tell Ian to get moving. But that was about all.

And Ian made a decision then that he would never come to regret.

He leaned back into Kane’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Gonna fill your ass with my cock and fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name…” he paused when Kane groaned at the talk and his heart pounded in his chest. He gathered his fears and shoved them to the back when Kane reached down to start fisting his cock. “Not yet,” Ian murmured. “Keep your hand off your cock until I tell you to.”

He paused, breath held as Kane stopped moving, but didn’t let go just yet. Then, as the words seemed to filter through the haze of arousal, Kane groaned and his hand slid up to grip the sheet instead. “O…okay,” he managed, his voice breathless.

“Good,” Ian purred and watched in awe as Kane shivered at the reply. “Mm, I think you like that,” he whispered and Kane nodded.

“Yes.” It was barely a breath, but Ian caught it and his fears fled. He settled back on his knees, worked latex over flesh and kept himself steady enough to coat his cock in lube. Then he lined up and pushed in slowly.

“Oh fuck, you feel good,” Ian grunted, squeezing his eyes closed. Kane always did, but maybe it was the combination of the spanking and the control or maybe it was something else that made it so much better, Ian didn’t know for sure. It just felt fucking incredible.

Kane gave a grunt of his own in reply and Ian slid one hand along Kane’s back then wove his fingers through the spikes. He pulled on them, not hard, just firmly until Kane’s head was tilted back. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?” It was a growl and underlying it, there was the feeling that it wasn’t really a question. It was more tease, more delay—taking things at his own pace. It was that he was going to, because it was up to him, though he still waited for Kane’s answer, even knowing what it would be.

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Can Kane recognize what’s right in front of him before he loses everything?

When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.

Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He’s learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.

It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything… forever.

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About Grace:  noh8

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.

Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He’s learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.

It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything… forever.

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Can Kane recognize what’s right in front of him before he loses everything?

When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.

Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He’s learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.

It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything… forever.

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Excerpt:

IAN COAXED his ancient Toyota into the parking spot next to Kane’s Accord and shut off the engine. He was exhausted. He’d gotten into a fight with the IT director again, was given another project to work on with the database developer whom he hated with a passion, and had been forced to sit through no less than three completely useless meetings in the afternoon. All he wanted to do was eat something and go kill something. Not necessarily in that order.

He dragged himself out of the car and locked it, tossing his bag over his shoulder. He trudged up the steps, giving a halfhearted wave at their elderly neighbor, a sweet old lady not entirely with it anymore. She was out on her balcony in little more than a nightgown, watering nearly dead plants. She smiled a wide, toothless smile and he gave a weak smile back.

He finally made it to the apartment door on the third floor. He slammed the door deliberately so Kane would know he was home, then kicked off his shoes, hung his keys up, and shed his jacket. He put it in the closet before heading down the hall.

Their living room wasn’t all that big, but they didn’t care. Half of it was taken up with their computer desks, stuffed next to each other and covering one entire wall. Opposite them was the large flat screen TV and entertainment center, complete with all three major gaming consoles, a home theater system, and large collection of movies and games. In front of the TV, between it and their desks, was the one piece of furniture they’d spent any real money on: their couch. They’d had more than a few friends crash with them, and they’d finally broken down and bought a decent one for them to sleep on. It had certainly come in handy a few times when they’d decided to fuck there in the living room too.

Ian shook his head at the thought and turned his attention to Kane. He had his headphones on and there was a battle going on the screen, one hand was on the keyboard, and the other was on the mouse.

“No, goddammit! He was… fuck. What do you mean you’re out of power? That’s not what I see! Just… send in the pet. Fine. Look, we’re in the bottom of fucking Moria. You can’t fuck around like that!”

Ian leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, and watched the battle. There were way too many enemies for Kane’s group—he could see that from there.

Goddammit!” Kane shouted, ripping his headphones off and throwing them onto the desk.

“Pick-up group?” Ian asked.

Kane spun around, and Ian glanced over Kane’s shoulder to see his character’s corpse lying on the ground. “Yeah. Why do I get into them again?”

Ian shook his head. “I don’t know. They’re not usually that bad in Middle-earth, though, are they?”

“No, which is why I’m so pissed.” He sighed. “Must be the daytime players.”

“Want to order in tonight?” Ian asked, crossing the room to stand next to his friend.

“Chinese?” Kane looked up hopefully, and Ian laughed.

“Sure. If we can order from the place that does the sushi too.”

“Done!” Kane grinned and snatched at the menu he kept pinned to the small bulletin board over his desk. “How was your day?” he asked as he looked over the menu.

Ian sighed. “Long. Meetings all damned afternoon. I hate meetings. I hate people. And, um, don’t you have to deal with your group?” He pointed at the screen.

Kane shook his head. “No, I dropped it. I should port back, though.” He turned back to the computer and clicked a few things. His corpse revived, the pretty green swirls surrounded him, and the loading screen came up, complete with a twenty-four-inch version of a spider.

Ian shuddered and looked away. Instead, he turned to inspect his friend. He could tell something was bubbling under the olive skin and nearly black eyes. He knew it was very likely the old job, the new job hunt, and the frustration Kane was likely feeling over it. Kane always thought too much, spent way too much mental energy worrying about things.

“Did you work out today?” he asked, giving in and playing with a bit of Kane’s shaggy ebony hair.

“Yeah,” Kane said, and that one syllable told Ian enough: that while the workout might have done some, it most certainly wasn’t enough. He knew Kane would have gotten started on what he had to do, would have done what he felt he needed to, and hated every second of it. He was likely worried about money and not looking forward to working for another bullshit company with bullshit politics and bullshit people.

He knew his friend well.

They’d been friends since they were six. He’d met Kane one hot summer day behind his house, and from that point on, Kane had just always been there.

Kane spun back around in his chair and surprised Ian. He wrapped his arms around Ian’s waist and pulled until they were tight against each other, burying his face in Ian’s stomach.

“Kane?”

It’s not that they never hugged or touched. They did—quite often, in fact, for two people who weren’t committed lovers, but this was… different.

“Sorry. Just….” He didn’t continue, instead shook his head a little.

At a loss for what to do, Ian wrapped his arms around Kane’s shoulders.

They stayed that way for a few moments, and then Kane pulled back. “I’m sorry. Just overthinking things today.” He peered up at Ian. “And you’re tired. Let’s get dinner ordered. Want to play for a while?”

Ian considered him for a moment. As much as he wanted to log in and play too, he knew Kane’s current state of mind was not conducive to making any kind of progress. They’d end up dying more than once; then they’d get frustrated over it. Death in the game was relatively painless, but it was still annoying and inconvenient. Which would only serve to make things worse.

Maybe what he needed was another type altogether. “Maybe. Maybe what you need is a different kind of play tonight.” Ian watched Kane’s eyes. His pupils expanded just a bit and his breathing quickened. “Would you like that, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kane’s voice was clear and deferent, his eyes dropping away.

Ian’s own breath quickened and he worked to get hold of himself. “Very well. Strip, get the cushion, and get on your knees. Wait here for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kane answered, voice already rough with anticipation, and as Ian stepped away, he hurried to obey.

 About Grace: noh8

Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination.  She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble.  Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.

A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States.  She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.

As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics.  She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.

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Choices by Grace R. Duncan choices

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Story Rating: 3 out of 5 paddles

Sting Factor (kink): 5 out of 5

Review:

Teman and his boyhood friend Jasim are professional thieves, although they prefer to think of themselves as specialists in the recovery of lost items, by any means. As “Choices” opens, they are caught in a trap set by the palace guards. They are taken to the captain of the guards, who gives them a choice: be cast into the dungeon or agree to become pleasure slaves in the palace. Thinking that life in the palace would offer a better chance of escape, they both agree to become slaves.

In the slave quarters, Teman and Jasim are trained to be submissive sex slaves, able to take pain as pleasure and unable to achieve orgasm without permission from their master. They become good friends with the two slaves who help with their training, Cyrus and Nadir. Once trained, Teman is called to service the king, a truly sadistic cruel man who regards his slaves as less than human and delights in testing how much pain they can take without any sexual relief. But there are other masters in the palace that are not so unpleasant, and Teman has also caught the attention of the crown prince, Bathasar.

Bathasar is the complete opposite of his father the king. He has never used the pleasure slaves, although he is quite familiar with the training they undergo. Bathasar has been fascinated by Teman since his first presentation at court, although he observes the young slave from a distance. But one night, after an altercation at a state dinner, he feels compelled to take Teman back to his quarters, to keep him out of the clutches of both the king and a bothersome foreign guest. Once alone with the handsome slave, Bathasar is unable to keep himself from enjoying the pleasures that Teman has been trained to provide, and even to need. For his part, Teman feels something different for the prince than he has felt with any other master.

The two quickly become lovers, although Teman must remain a slave, since Bathasar is powerless to free him. Keeping Teman safely away from the king and other courtiers is only part of the problem, as the two soon learn of the mad king’s plan to attack one of his neighbors, to whom Jasim was gifted after its empress dressed down the king for his lack of humanity towards Teman.

“Choices” is a tale with epic ambitions, set in a middle-ages “Arabian Nights” fantasy world. It is, as you can probably guess, very steamy, with detailed descriptions of the training that Teman and Jasim undergo to become pleasure slaves. They learn how to take pleasure from pain as well as how to delay their orgasm until it is permitted, and even how to be ready to go again after only a few minutes pause, if necessary. Their training conditions them to be aroused on cue and remain so until their master is finished with them.

While Bathasar has no desire to treat Teman as a slave, he can’t undo the conditioning the young man has been put through, and like it or not, Teman has discovered a deep desire to submit within himself. Instead, Bathasar learns to use Teman’s training, particularly the thrill he gets from being edged, to keep the young man from dwelling too much on the friend he misses or the fact he is still a slave. If you’re a fan of the BDSM practice of edging, then you will almost certainly enjoy this book. Several group scenes add even more steaminess to the story.

Unfortunately, the writing in “Choices” is a bit lackluster, with numerous anachronisms, repetitious details and even the occasional lapse into physical improbabilities – the kind of thing that makes you stop and think, “Wait, he has one hand there, and the other hand where? How is that possible?” Sometimes the group scenes get a bit muddled in a similar way, as you try to figure out who has what stuck into whom. This is made worse by frequent and sudden shifts in the point of view between Teman and Bathasar. The flaws, while many, are never quite serious or frequent enough to be annoying. Rather, the lack of tight editing keeps what could have been a much better book from achieving its potential. It does get bonus points, though, for having a cover that actually comes close to reflecting the image of the main characters that the text conjures up. That’s such a rarity these days that it’s worth mentioning.

Reviewed by Michael Joseph