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.
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.”
©H.C. Brown 2013.
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