Shades of Pain
Book Blurb
Changed from a street hustler by nano enhancement, Chanze
becomes the first in a long line of super, man whores with Rent-A-Boy, a
high-class escort agency set in the basement of a Manhattan hotel. With an
insatiable sex drive, an erection that lasts all night, and a Doomsday chip in
the base of his brain, life is peachy.
Chanze finds he enjoys being a sub and soon becomes
addicted to pain but his heart grows colder with each client until a firefighter
stumbles into his life. The exciting and sexy, Delano, devises a plan to
free the sex slaves and destroy Rent-a-Boy.
Excerpt:
Chanze swayed. No longer able to force a word from his abused mouth, he groaned.
The whip cut deep into the flesh of his thighs inflaming damaged nerve endings
and pushing his orgasm to overload. His ass quivered. He had begged for the
thrust of his Master’s cock but the sting of leather had answered his pleas.
The need for a man to pound his pleasure spot had become an obsession in the
last hour. The four Doms moved around him each taking turns with the whip, each
demanding his complete surrender. He had given them all he had. Now, he wanted
them to fuck him. As a biologically engineered human, he had the ability to
spill ten times in two hours and these men knew it. Most clients wanted to
watch him come. Not these people. Precum pooled beneath his aching purple shaft
in a shimmer of opalescence. He dropped his head to the cold stone floor and
pushed his buttocks high in the air. His knees trembled. Please, fuck me
now, please.
“Open your ass and show your Masters how tight you are, like a virgin
ready to be sacrificed to four devils.” The masked Dom crushed Chanze’s fingertips
under his shit kicker. “How long does it take your hole to become tight again
after a good fucking, boy?”
“I don’t think he can answer you. Look at him, my cum is crystallizing on
his lips. I’ll offer him some water. I want to hear him beg some more.” A grey
haired man with a fat gut squatted beside Chanze. “Drink.” He pushed the
opening of a plastic cup to Chanze’s mouth.
Chanze gulped down the water. The cool liquid spilled from his
swollen lips and ran down his chin. The Doms liked their blowjobs rough and
he’d taken each one of them with relish. He lifted his gaze. “It’s always
tight, sir.”
“Good.” The first man trailed the tip of the whip over Chanze’s back.
“Spread those cheeks.”
Please, please, fuck me now. His heart pounded and desire curled
around his balls. He assumed the correct position and spread his buttocks. One
masked Dom stood over his head with one steel-capped boot either side of his
shoulders. Chanze dragged in a breath. The cool tip of the whip slid between
the cleft of his bottom and flicked his balls before sliding up, and down in a
tormenting glide over his hole.
“Look how his ass begs to be fucked.” A cushion dropped on the
floor between his legs. “How about a tongue fuck, boy?”
Chanze trembled waiting for the joy to come. Instead, the smell of candle
wax filled the air and heat scorched his flesh. He shuddered. Flames of desire
scored a path up his cock and he rocketed into a mind-blowing orgasm. He
moaned. Ribbons of cum shot in long spurts over his belly and dripped onto the
floor in a pearly white pool. More wax dripped down his ass in a sizzle of
burned skin. His cock jerked. The delicious pain had increased the erotic
sensations shimmering up his shaft, tenfold. Boneless, he collapsed onto the
floor. I’m in deep shit now. He had forgotten to ask permission to
spill. Oh, fuck!
The Doms circled around him laughing. One bent his mouth close to his
ear. The scent of whiskey filled Chanze’s nostrils. “Now you’re ready to
be fucked. Have you ever had a DP, boy?—No? Well, isn’t this your lucky day?”
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