Book Review – “Escaping Exile” by Sara Dobie Bauer


*Having followed Sara Dobie Bauer on Twitter, I was delighted when she PM’d me and offered to send me a copy of her new book, Escaping Exile, for free in exchange for an honest review. Since it was a sexy story about a male vampire and a human sailor, what the hell was I supposed to say? Yes, please!

I’m always a bit wary reading new authors because I have quite high expectations in terms of story and writing style. Also, summer is a busy time of year for me with my kids on their summer break and my husband taking vacation time as well. I don’t have as much personal time to read and write and I struggle to keep up with my own projects.

So I was only able to give this little beauty of a story the attention it deserved this morning while my fourteen year-old slept in and my eleven year-old watched Youtube on his computer with headphones on the sofa near me. Thank God for headphones.


First person present is not a point of view I’ve seen often in stories these days, but I got used to Sara’s compelling style very quickly. Her beautiful words flow on the page, creating vivid imagery and enticing tableaus: A plain grass hut on an island filled with cannibals, a beautiful shipwrecked sailor, a lonely vampire who frets with lust and hunger.

I read this little novella in one go. It seduced and entranced me with its language and subject matter. I’ve long been a fan of Anne Rice and her early vampire novels, and yes, this story did remind me of them.

But Sara has her own vampire vision and I loved the way that Edmund (the sailor) was nothing like the traditional human victim to Andrew’s vampire cravings. His intelligence and reckless courage were just as fascinating as Andrew’s implicit strength and newly discovered self-control.

Such a juicy little treat for a lazy Saturday morning! I would recommend this story to anyone and look forward to the continuation of the series.

*A free copy of this book was provided to me in exchange for a free and honest review.

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Somerville – Excerpt

Somerville 4


Darrin Peters stared at the memo in front of him. Written there on the Peters & Mayhew Construction letterhead, in his office manager’s distinctly neat writing was the following simple phrase:

Please call Marco Zanetti at 1-902-749-4201 regarding renovations to the old house at Plover Point.

Marco Zanetti. Darrin hadn’t encountered that name in a very long time. For a second he wondered if it could be the same boy. Well, man. But the connection to the house at Plover Point left no doubt. It had to be him.

Darrin had heard through the Somerville grapevine that the lot had been purchased, but he’d never have guessed that the purchaser was Marco. And likely Sam Harris was a part of it.

Sam Harris. As far as Darrin knew they were still together. Had been together since that fateful afternoon.

Flashes of memory returned to him that were painful and pleasurable at once. It had been a hot summer day. They’d played a casual game of soccer with the other guys, and then he and Sam had convinced Marco to come with them to the beach. But Sam had planned this in advance and Darrin had agreed. He’d known what  might happen, since Sam had been interested in the soft-spoken introvert for some time. But, honestly, the idea of an afternoon threesome in the abandoned beach house had been entirely irresistible to Darrin’s hormone-addled brain at the time.

It was a good memory with a painful ending. He and Sam had introduced Marco to a whole world of physical pleasure amid the decaying wood and sea-salt smell of the house at Plover Point. They’d taken turns together, all three of them, until it was hard to know who was who anymore. Darrin remembered such a feeling of euphoria and excitement that he had never experienced before or since. But afterward, while he slept in a coma of contentment, Sam had told Marco of his strong feelings and Marco had succumbed to the invitation that presented itself.

Who could blame him? Sam in those days had been magnificent. Surfer blond sun-bleached hair, eyes the softest caramel, a perfect splatter of freckles on his nose and cheeks.

Darrin remembered other things too. The way Sam’s long cock looked all wet and glistening after Darrin sucked it, making the boy moan and whisper dirty things he wanted Darrin to do next. The way Sam’s musical laugh would bubble forth when Darrin’s intimate kisses tickled. The way Sam’s expressive face looked at the moment of orgasm.

Darrin cleared his throat as his cock swelled in his jeans. He shook his head, ridding it of those thoughts. That Sam was gone now. Grown older like the rest of them and living with Marco, he was inaccessible to Darrin and he might as well forget about the way things had been. It was ancient history.

He would like a general estimate on the cost of a full tear-down and rebuild.

Oh yeah? So they were going to do to the broken down shack what they’d done to Darrin that day? Losing Sam that way had been devastating, no matter how tough and uncaring he’d seemed on the outside. He’d gone to college with a broken heart and an aimless sense of his future. He’d had to rebuild himself from the ground up, forgetting the blond boy and figuring out what he was going to do for sex and love from now on. He’d figured out the first part all right, and fairly quickly too. But the second part still eluded him.

And now here was Marco, years later, contacting him for estimates. Well, contacting the company. He probably didn’t know that Darrin’s father had passed away, leaving Darrin in charge of the Peters portion of Peters & Mayhew Construction. He probably thought Darrin was long gone in some other direction.

His phone buzzed. “Yes, Melanie?”

“Your ten o’clock is here.”

“Thank you. Show them to the boardroom. I’ll be there shortly.”

Darrin pushed the note to the side of his desk and opened his laptop, checking to see who he was meeting with this morning so he could gather his thoughts.

Teaser, White Balance, Ch. 7


Jeremy stood just inside the door, staring at me. “Martin.”

I didn’t answer him. I pretended I hadn’t heard him.

“Martin,” he said louder.

I glanced up. “What?”

“What is your fucking problem all of a sudden?” He sounded angry and frustrated and I really couldn’t blame him. But all the careful restraint I’d imposed on myself for the past couple of hours disintegrated.

“My fucking problem is you’re going to be photographed by this creep of a guy and I have no power over what happens during that shoot.”

Jeremy dropped his satchel so that it made a loud sound hitting the floor. “What?”

“I didn’t like him.”

“Yeah, that’s obvious.”


“Me too. Because I’m really looking forward to what comes out of this shoot, Martin.”

I nodded, my left leg starting to jiggle with excess energy. “I know that. And I’m worried that might color your judgement.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. Forget it.”

Jeremy picked up his bag and placed it on the edge of the bed. Then he walked over and sat down beside me. He took the laptop from me and put it on the table.


I still felt angry, but he was speaking calmly and it helped to settle me down a bit. “What?”

“You cannot be jealous of Felix Kurek.”

“Oh yeah?”

Then Jeremy laughed. “Seriously? Come on! You’re fucking jealous?”

“Yeah, I’m jealous. Why is that funny?” I started to get mad again.

Jeremy laughed harder. “Because, for one thing, the guy is ancient. Yeah, maybe he dresses well and he’s got that whole artistic genius thing going for him, but I’m not even attracted to him.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re not?”

“Fuck, Martin. No.”

I felt some relief at that assertion. A little.

“Well, that’s something.”

“Isn’t it everything?”

I shook my head. “What if he tries something with you during the shoot?”

Jeremy stared at me, and I could see the wheels spinning. “So that’s what this is about.”


“You’re worried he’s gonna feel like you did when I came to your studio that first time. And the second time. And, hell, that third time.”

I couldn’t sit still anymore. I stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the rainy day that was beginning to brighten slightly.

“Don’t,” I said.

Jeremy stood and walked over to me. He moved close and his arms came around me. “Martin, what happened back then was fate. There was an instant attraction, remember? I definitely remember.”

I shuddered. “Jeremy…”

“What, Martin?”

“I was totally perving on you before I even knew if you were interested in me.” I remembered how I’d reacted to the photos I’d taken that first session.

You may not have known but I knew. I knew from the moment I walked into your place.”

I made a noise of frustration. He didn’t get it. “But I didn’t know. In fact I assumed someone like you would never be interested in me. And I still… I still…”

“You still what, Martin?”

God this was so embarrassing. But I had to tell him. “I jerked off to one of the photos I took of you that first day.” My voice was so quiet I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.

“Shit, Martin, really?” He whispered. “Which photo?”

I could see it as if I was holding it in my hand. “The one where you’d stretched your arms up.”

He nodded. “Oh yeah. And my t-shirt rode up a bit.” His hand started to make soothing motions on my belly over my shirt.

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s the one. I jacked off at my computer desk that night. Classy, huh?”

His breath hitched but I couldn’t tell if he was mad or…

“That is so fucking hot. I wished I’d known you were that out of control. I’d have taken advantage sooner.”

I let out a long sigh.

“You didn’t take advantage of me. I was the one perving on you.”

Jeremy started to gently pull the fabric of my dress shirt out of my pants. “Oh no, Martin. I believe there was an equal amount of perving going on. You just weren’t privy to it until I called you over to that chaise where you had me pose.”

He’d completely untucked my shirt and now carefully unbuckled my belt. Then his right hand slid beneath the waistband of my dress pants.

“I made the first move, Martin, remember? I told you I’d been hard for you since I got there.”

I made a small sound, remembering that moment as his hand found my semi hard cock and stroked it.

“You would never have said or done anything inappropriate if I hadn’t told you that.”

His fingers felt so good on my cock. I tried to turn but he wouldn’t let me.

“No. Stay still.”

I obeyed, but turned my head, meeting his gaze. “How do you know?”

“How do I know what?”

“That I wouldn’t have taken advantage of you.”

He kissed me softly on my neck and I could feel his smile. “Oh, Martin. Don’t you see? I was in control of everything from the start,” he murmured. “I saw something I wanted and I took it.”

“Handcuff Me To The Goddamn Bed.”


While reading a wonderful Flash Fiction piece by my friend Patrick Colton, I was reminded of one of my favourite scenes from my debut published work, Exposure. I’m going to share it here with a reminder that you can read White Balance, the sequel to this novel, for free on my website as I write it. So far, we are up to Chapter Three with Chapter Four posting next week.

Exposure BlurbWhen 23 year-old Jeremy Trask wanders into Martin Lewis’ photography studio one bleak October day and requests photos for a modeling portfolio, neither man is prepared for the immediate and intense attraction between them. What follows is a series of progressively intimate encounters that leads them on a scintillating erotic journey together. But Jeremy has a secret. Will his revelation destroy the burgeoning intimacy between them? Or will Martin rise to the challenge of loving a ‘less than perfect’ man?


“Handcuff Me To The Goddamn Bed.” Excerpt from Exposure by Elizabeth Lister:

We ordered pizza for supper; Jeremy’s vegetarian and mine with sausage and pepperoni.
“Do you know how much sodium is in that stuff?” he asked.
I shook my head and took a big bite. “Never thought about it.”
He shrugged. “Okay, well, they’re your arteries.”
I picked up my beer. “Cheers.”
He laughed and bumped it with his glass of water. “Cheers.”
After we finished we lounged on the sofa. I flicked through channels for a while and suddenly felt self-conscious. I looked over to see Jeremy watching me with a look in his eyes I knew well.
“I was just thinking how hot it would be to handcuff you to your bed.”
I stared at him, my dick turning to steel. “Um…” I didn’t know what to say. Obviously, my eyes and the bulge in my pants spoke for me.
He grinned. “Hmm. You like that idea, don’t you?”
I took a shaky breath as he moved toward me. “Jeremy, I don’t think…we should do that right now.”
He stopped. “Why?” He looked confused.
“Well, it sounds kind of intense, you know?”
“Well, maybe we should just do something a bit more traditional, until your legs are better.”
He looked taken aback for a minute. Then profoundly disappointed.
I continued, “I mean, they’re improving, right?”
He nodded. He sat down next to me and looked at his hands. His lengthy silence made me nervous.
He looked at me with an expression of such sadness and regret that my heart dropped into my shoes.
“You’re telling me that we can’t play games and have fun with each other because my legs are numb and a bit weak?”
“Well, I just thought it would be better…”
“Only a hundred percent healthy people can have kinky sex?”
“No, I just—I don’t know, I thought it might be too much for you.” I could hardly speak with the fear of losing him. “I just want you to be okay.”
“So do I. But I’m not going to postpone all the things I enjoy until my legs are better. And, it’s just, if you’re gonna handle me with kid gloves from now on, this just isn’t going to work.” He went on. “I feel great, my symptoms are improving, and there is nothing better than a huge, motherfucking, explosive orgasm to send endorphins and positive energy through my brain and my body. Not to mention that I might wake up tomorrow with no feeling in my dick.”
My eyes widened.
“You didn’t think of that, did you?”
I shook my head.
“Listen, Martin.” He spoke quietly, as if to a child who had trouble understanding. “The most important thing this disease has taught me is to enjoy the fuck out of what life has to offer, every day. I do take care of myself. I eat well and I get as much sleep as I can. I’ve started this new medication and I swear I will take it religiously. Beyond that, I will not let this disease dictate how I live my life.”
I couldn’t say anything for a moment, the look he gave me so determined and strong. Then I took a deep breath and said, “I want you to handcuff me to the bed and do whatever you want to me.”
He looked at me and his eyes widened. Then his lip twitched.
“I want you to enjoy the fuck out of me.” I finished.
He smiled, and the tension and the heartache vanished, relief flooding through me.
“Are you sure?”
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. “Jeremy, handcuff me to the goddamn bed.”
“Okay.” He looked me over hungrily. “Take off your clothes.”
I started to do so.
“No. Slowly, please.” He directed. “And look at me while you do it.”
Holy fuck. I was so his bitch right now and he knew it. I finished unbuttoning my shirt and slowly peeled it off, letting it drop to the floor behind me. My erection, scared away by the prospect of losing him, came back with a vengeance. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, staring into his darkening gaze with an intensity to match it.
“Shit,” he whispered. “Do you even realize how hot you are?”
I pulled off my pants and stood there in my boxer briefs. I blushed. “Only when you look at me like that.”
He grabbed his cane and stood up. He held out his hand. I moved closer and took it.
“I want to show you something.”
He led me over to the mirror that leaned against the wall and made me stand in front of it. He stood behind me, to the side. I was embarrassed to look at myself. I averted my gaze, making a slight sound of protest.
“Shhh,” he quieted me. “Eyes forward, Martin.” And that directive, the one I’d used so often in our interactions, caused a jolt right to my cock. I obeyed, taking in the sight of myself in the big mirror.
“Put your hands behind your head,” he said and I did so, not even thinking about resisting.
He leaned his cane against the wall and stood behind me. We were almost the same height.
“You can close your eyes for a minute,” he suggested and I did so with both relief and a surge of excitement. Then I felt his hands on my own. He ran them lightly over my biceps, my shoulders, and down my back. He skirted them around my waist and slid them up to my chest, resting them over my pectorals. He must have felt my heart and its rapid staccato beats.
He kissed the back and side of my neck as he stroked his hands flat across my nipples, once, twice, causing them to harden and me to moan quietly. I could feel moisture leaking from my cock into my underwear.
All I could feel were his lips at my neck and his hands as they glided slowly down over my belly, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my boxers. I inhaled a trembling breath as he freed my erection and pulled my boxers slowly, oh so slowly, down. My eyes stayed shut but I stepped out of them and waited with held breath for his next move.
“Jesus,” he said. His warm hand wrapped around my aching cock. I moaned and he placed his other hand flat against my belly as he pressed his body against me. “Open your eyes, Martin,” he whispered in my ear. I could feel the excitement in his voice and his own hard cock pressing against me through his clothes.
I opened my eyes and stared in wonder at the image before me. There was a tall, fairly slim, very attractive naked man before me, his skin flushed and his eyes dark with lust; his erect penis jutting beyond the grip of another man’s hand and the man’s other hand splayed possessively across his abdomen.
“How fucking sexy is that?” He murmured in my ear.
I shivered and he stroked my cock as I watched in the mirror. “That is…really…fucking…hot…”
He suddenly let go of me and backed away, taking his cane from the wall.
“Okay, first lesson over. Now get your beautiful ass onto that bed, Martin, and I’ll see what else I can teach you.”

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Teaser – The Little Drummer Boy

Drummer Boy 3

By Friday night it was obvious James wouldn’t be able to come through.

“I feel terrible about this,” he said to us when he got home, “but I’m going to need to go into work tomorrow and Sunday. How’s the studying coming along, Sebastian?”

Sebastian shrugged. “It’s under control. I’ll have to do some this weekend but I can give myself some free time as well. I need it.” He glanced at me.

James looked my way and the contemplative expression on his face made me very nervous.

“What?” I asked, with some trepidation. I’d seen that look before.

“I’ve been thinking over your predicament, Tate.”

“My what?”

He smiled slightly. “That comment about your hand got me thinking. Because I don’t like the idea of you getting yourself off all the time when that’s really my job.”

Oh shit. Me and my big mouth. It wasn’t the first time I’d regretted saying something in front of James. “What exactly are you implying?”

He smiled a slow, devious smile, turned and walked away. “I’ll be right back,” he said over his shoulder as he took the stairs two at a time.

I looked at Sebastian. Sebastian knew something. Or suspected something. He looked down at his crotch and shifted, then back at me.

A shiver went through me as the realization dawned. “Are you in chastity right now?” I said in a hushed voice.

He was good enough to look a bit sheepish before he replied. “Yes.”

I looked at where James had gone, then back at Sebastian.


Cock cages were like crack for Sebastian. He loved being under James’ complete control for days, sometimes weeks at a time. It was harder to keep him out of chastity sometimes than in it. You’d think he hated to jerk off but the thing was he loved it so much he needed a cage on to stop him. And when he hadn’t been able to satisfy himself for days he became more and more willing to do anything for some attention.

I, on the other hand, did not crave chastity. For me it was more of a punishment than anything, and James had only requested it of me on a couple of occasions. Something told me he was going to request it of me now.

Sure enough, he came back holding something. He held it out towards me cradled in the palm of his hand like a precious jewel. I stared at the stainless steel device that glinted in the light from the overhead bulbs. Then I glanced up at him.

“What if I say no?”

He shrugged. “Your loss, really. But, if you do accept my request, this will ensure that you behave yourself while I’m caught up in this unusual frenzy at work and that you are ready to celebrate when I can break free.”

I raised my eyebrows. “And when do you suppose that will be?”

He grinned. “By next weekend. I promise.”

My chin dropped. “A WEEK?” Like I said, I was nowhere near as hardcore as Sebastian. He’d gone three weeks before.

James nodded. “You can think it over. Talk to Sebastian. He’ll tell you all about it.”

“I know all about it.”

“No, you don’t. You’ve only ever had one of these on for a day or two, at most.”

I nodded. “Yeah, and I almost went insane.”

“You’re exaggerating,” James said, amused. “I’m sure you can handle it.”

I took the steel cage from him and looked it over, skeptical. Part of me wanted to prove to him that I could handle it. But another part of me was scared.

“Can I safe word if it’s just too much?”

“Of course.”

“And you’ll take it off right away?”

“Yes. But if that happens I won’t reward you. You’ll have to reward yourself.” He smirked.

“Fuck, James. You and your mind games.”

“You love them.”

We stared each other down for several moments. Then I gave up. I always gave up. He always won.

“Fine. But with one condition.”

Now it was James who raised his eyebrows.

“If I can do it, if I can wear this stupid thing for an entire week without safe wording, then you will give me a fucking stupendous reward like nothing I’ve ever had before. I don’t know what it will be, but I’d better get to come at least five or six times as a reward if I do this. My orgasms will be the soup-de-jour for both you gentlemen for a day next weekend. Or at least an afternoon. Capiche?” I was completely serious.

James only smiled. “I do like it when you challenge me.”

~ From The Little Drummer Boy, coming December 8th.

*Characters featured in The Little Drummer Boy are from The James Lucas Trilogy and The Loft Trilogy.


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RTC Readings/Excerpts

If you weren’t able to attend my reading last night at Romancing the Capital (there were many events going on) I’ve got them here!

Reading/excerpt #1, from Beyond the Edge (Book 1 in The James Lucas Trilogy):


“So dance with me…”
He started moving and, by God if, once he forgot about everyone else, he wasn’t a natural. I knew the boy could move, he’d fucked me crazy. He just needed a way to let go and apparently my command did the trick.
We moved together to the beat of the music, rocking our hips and flirting with each other, sweating and smiling and having fun.
Then the band started to play a slow, sultry number so I took Sebastian’s wrist, spinning him around, and took his other wrist so that his arms crossed in front of him. Then I pulled him back against me, making him move with me. I swayed my hips, pressing my hard-on against his leather-clad ass and holding his hands to his sides. His head lolled back against my shoulder, his eyes closed, and he swayed with me, pushing back against my erection. Heaven. The scent of him, the feel of his body against mine, everything swirled together into a hazy fog of happiness. I felt euphoric, aroused, and so excited by this beautiful boy and the possibilities ahead of us.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said in his ear, flicking my tongue against the lobe.
He turned his head, nodding. I let go of his wrists and in a moment we were kissing, sharing our passion with each other and the entire dance floor. My fingers wove into his hair, holding him still as I kissed those perfect lips, hungrily feasting on him until I couldn’t take anymore. His hands clutched my shirt and I could feel his need, not to mention my own. We had to go… I wrenched myself away from him. Some guys smiled at the two of us knowingly but I didn’t even care as I twined my fingers with his, holding his gaze and said, breathlessly, “My place?” As soon as we stepped out of the bar and headed down the steps, Sebastian said, “We could go to my place, if you want? It’s closer.”
“Sold,” I said, grabbing his hand and lacing my fingers with his.
He squeezed my hand, hard, as we stepped onto the sidewalk. “How fast can you walk?” He sounded breathless already.
“Watch me,” I said, pulling him along. We kept stopping to grope each other as we climbed the stairs to Sebastian’s apartment. By the time we actually got the door open and moved inside, I’d gotten his jacket off and was unbuttoning his white shirt.
“Tate…” he moaned, kissing me frantically and helping me with his shirt. “Oh…fuck!…I wanna…I wanna…fuck…you…” He breathed out between kisses.
I groaned, ripping the last button from his shirt as I wrenched it off him, pushing him backward into his room. I was desperate, so horny and wild for him. I shoved him roughly down onto his bed and started to strip. He nodded, his eyes like two blue coals, staring at me from under hooded lids. He lay back, taking his pants down and off and his cock rose, thick and red, before me.
“Well, goddammit…” I murmured, tossing my shirt on the floor and pulling my own pants off. “…If you think you can do the job,” I teased him, grinning.
He laughed. “Get over here…”
And I was on him. We struggled together, naked and both achingly hard and eager. He pressed me down on the bed beneath him, covering me with his muscular body, rubbing his erection against my own.
“Oh my God…” He looked down at me, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. He shook it out of them. “I want to fuck you so hard, Tate, so fucking long and so fucking hard…”
I arched my back, pushing myself up to him. “Then do it…do it now…”

Beyond the Edge, MLR Press

I will have hard copies of this book and the other two books in The James Lucas Trilogy at the book signing on Saturday (2-4).


Reading/Excerpt #2, from The Loft – Book One:


As soon as we arrived home James took us upstairs. It had been ages since we’d been in the loft. We’d been enjoying the more informal aspect of being intimate in other spaces without the formality of the dedicated play space. But I think all three of us were glad to be here again.

“Sebastian, leave your clothes on. Tate, strip.”

Oh. So that’s how it’s gonna be.

I slowly removed my clothes while James and Sebastian watched. If we’d been in the bedroom I’d have asked them if they wanted to put on some music since I was obviously performing for their benefit, but not here. There was a certain protocol to be followed in this space where James had absolute control and a very low tolerance for flippant remarks. I’d best keep quiet and do as told.

“Sebastian, stand in the middle of the room, please, facing the cross.”

“Yes, Sir.” Sebastian, still in his church clothes—white cotton dress shirt, black pants and leather loafers—obeyed.

James approached me. “You, my friend, are going up there,” he said, nodding at the wooden beams of the St. Andrew’s Cross on the wall.

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you wish …” I said, determined to be the perfect little sub today. I’d beat Oliver at his own game.

James smiled. “Good boy.”

He positioned me facing outward, my wrists and ankles in the cuffs so that I stood spread-eagled and vulnerable. Walking over to the cabinet he said, “You know I haven’t forgotten your little outburst at the library.”

Oh shit.

He returned carrying a ball gag and a cock ring. He snapped the ring into place and stroked me quickly to an erection. “That will help keep you ready. Open your mouth.”

He placed the ball between my teeth and fastened the strap behind my head. Then he took my chin very roughly and made me look at him.

“That was quite the display of unwarranted jealousy. So today I’m gagging you and you’re going to watch me play with another man.”

Since the other man in this case was Sebastian I only felt jealous in the sense of wanting to be included in the fun. Being bound naked and helpless while they enjoyed each other would be very frustrating but I suppose I deserved it.

I murmured “Uh huh,” behind the gag as James kissed the corner of my mouth.

“Good boy.”

He backed up, admiring his handiwork, then turned to Sebastian. “Don’t move,” he said as he walked around behind him.

Sebastian stared at me with his lips open slightly but remained motionless.

James pressed himself close against Sebastian from behind and began to unbutton the blond man’s shirt, occasionally sliding a hand underneath the crisp cotton to fondle Sebastian’s bare skin. He took his damn time, every now and then glancing my way and slowly working at another button. Very, very gradually Sebastian’s shirt came undone. As James leisurely undid the second to last button I noticed smudges of red on the pale skin of Sebastian’s abdomen. My first alarmed thought was that it was blood, but it wasn’t the right color. Soon I could see that the red smudge was a letter.

What the hell had James done? Flashbacks to a particular personal debasement with a tube of red lipstick came to mind.

Oh hell.

James popped the final button and the sides of Sebastian’s white shirt fell away. They both stared at me as I read what James had written on Sebastian’s belly, just above his happy trail and the low-hanging band of his dress pants.

Property of James L. and Tate M.

I felt a jolt in my groin. I think I moaned.

James must have applied this mark of ownership in his distinctive cursive scrawl before Sebastian dressed for church this morning and while Sebastian sang in his fancy clothes and choir robes, his angelic voice reaching spiritual heights, only he and James knew of this private debasement.

My heart beat loud in my chest.

Sebastian stared at me with fire in his blue eyes and slowly smiled.

The Loft – Book One, MLR Press.

The Loft – Book Two will be out on Friday, August 11th from MLR Press!

The Loft by MP




“In the shower, please. I want you to clean each other and I want it to be thorough. That means behind the ears and in the crack. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” we said. We stepped into the shower. It was only after I’d turned on my showerhead and turned around that I got a good look at Sebastian. If we were in a cartoon there’d be bombs going off in the balloon over my head. Jesus fucking Christ. If he wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I mean, ever.
He was facing the other way and had tilted his head forward under the water to let it soak his hair. The warm rivulets ran over his defined muscles and smooth skin, down his long legs and into the drain at his beautiful naked feet.
I glanced at James. He sat there, watching us intently with a little hint of a smile on his face. I turned back to Sebastian, picking up the body wash.
“You can talk to each other,” James said, “but only about the task at hand, please.”
“Turn around,” I said to Sebastian.
Sebastian turned his head and smiled, twisting under the hot water until he stood before me in all his glory. He shook the water out of his eyes. We stared at each other for a long moment, during which we seemed to communicate our mutual pleasure at what was occurring.
“Get on with it,” James said sternly.
I broke from that blue-eyed gaze and poured some body wash into my hand. For the next fifteen minutes I soaped and lathered that beautiful boy from top to bottom, not missing a spot, delighting in his soft smiles and grunts of pleasure from my gentle ministrations. Afterwards, he did the same to me. This reciprocal bathing resulted in some pretty obvious signs of arousal by the time we’d finished. Our dicks looked like a matching set, although I noticed that Sebastian’s stood somewhat thicker and longer than my own.

We glanced at James. He had crossed one of his long legs over the other and watched us with a lackadaisical air that belied the bulge we could both see.

~ Beyond the Edge, Chapter Three.




In The Loft – Book Three, James, Tate and Sebastian look back on some pivotal moments thanks to some archived CCTV camera footage.



The next afternoon we set ourselves up in the basement with pizza and beer. James had already transferred all the files to a memory stick as Donovan had suggested so he inserted it into the USB port in the LG flatscreen.

“First weekend,” James murmured, clicking on the first .dvp file.

And suddenly there we were. I was transported back to that Friday evening as I watched Sebastian greet me at the door and lead me by the hand to the living room sofa. The image quality was actually pretty good. It was in colour and we could see everything pretty well. The only thing it didn’t have was sound.

“Jesus. Look how young we were!” I couldn’t help saying. I sidelined a glance at James. “Y’old pedophile.”

He laughed. “You were both legal.”

“Barely,” I said. “I mean, I was, but Sebastian looks like he’s about nineteen!” I’d been twenty-seven and Sebastian had been twenty-three or twenty-four, I couldn’t remember.

“That wasn’t even two years ago,” James said. “You’re being dramatic.”


We continued and I was struck silent because I imagined James upstairs at the time watching this scene between Sebastian and me unfold on his laptop. No wonder he’d saved it.

In the video Sebastian undid my pants and bent to take my erect dick in his mouth as I tried to quell my pretty damn obvious excitement. We’d never even touched before this day and we were practically complete strangers. James had told Sebastian exactly what to do when I arrived.

I glanced at James. He met my gaze and smiled.

“See why I saved it? I could tell there was something special between you right from the start. But I had no idea at that time that it would take you away from me.”

We watched the scenes from that first weekend with rapt attention. Of course he didn’t have the shower scene. There wasn’t a camera in any of the bathrooms. I was somewhat relieved and a little bit disappointed.

When we came to the part in the loft with me tied to the bench and Sebastian on the cross with the dildo up his ass my breath caught.

“You have no idea how much I enjoyed that weekend.” James said softly. “It was the first time I’d ever had two subs to play with at the same time.”

“Shhh,” I said, leaning forward as I watched myself in the video crawl to Sebastian and take his cock in my mouth. By that time he’d been watching James play with me for a long time and he was ready to come. I watched, transfixed, as he shuddered and writhed, coming violently in my mouth. I saw the scene from an entirely different perspective. It was incredibly hot.

“That’s it,” James said as the movie finished. “What next?”

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Loft – Book Three, rough draft

The Second Coming


When we got back to Michael’s I felt pretty tipsy from all the drinks I’d had. I tripped over the doormat and almost fell. He caught me.

“Easy…” he said. He unlocked the door and helped me inside. He closed it behind us and looked at me, assessing.

“What?” I said. A hearty belch escaped me. “’Scuse me.” I snorted, laughing at my own gracelessness.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to top me tonight.”

“Chickening out?”

He shook his head. “Nope. Just taking a rain check.” He helped me out of my boots as I leaned on him.

“S-sorry. It just caught up with me all of a sudden. S’been quite a day.”

“Do you want to go to bed?” He straightened up and I reached for his belt.

“Yeah, but I’m not ready to sleep yet…” I fumbled with his buckle.

He took off his jacket. “Jack, wait. Let’s get inside at least…” he pushed my hands away and walked into the living room, switching on some lamps.

“Michael,” I said calmly, still standing by the door. I gave him the sternest look I could manage in my slightly drunken state. “If your cock isn’t inside me in the next ten minutes I can’t be responsible for what I might do. If you don’t want me to top you tonight then whip out that huge motherfucker and do me for Christ’s fucking sake…”

He stared at me, his mouth open. His eyes burned with lust. He looked fierce, suddenly, and as eager as I. “You want to do it here or in the bedroom?”

I moved toward where he stood by the black leather armchair. “Fuck, Michael, I’m not gonna make it to the bedroom.”

When I got near enough, he grabbed me. He pulled me against him, kissing me with his own desperate need. I felt his huge cock pressed, hard as steel, against me.

Suddenly, he pulled his mouth away. He turned me roughly so I was facing the chair. “You want me to fuck you over this chair?” he said, his voice shaky but determined.

“Fuck, yeah…” I felt his hands on my flies, undoing my jeans and tugging them down.

He pushed me so that I fell forward onto the chair. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

My whole body shook with need as I waited breathlessly for his return. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him. And I didn’t want him to be gentle.

He returned soon. He’d taken off his shirt and socks. His grey slacks had the belt open and the top button undone. I could see how fucking hard he was.

He put the condom and bottle of lube on the side table. I felt his hands on my back, pushing my shirt up. “Fuck you look good like this…”

I felt his lips on the skin of my back. His hands slid along my sides to my hips. It felt exquisite. “Shit…You’re running out of time, Michael.”

He laughed softly. “I don’t think you’re in any position to threaten me.” He slapped me hard on my ass, making me shout, “Jesus!”

His warm hand caressed my ass, soothing it. “Was that too hard?”

I shook my head frantically. “No, that was fucking perfect. Do it again.”

He did. I groaned and pounded the chair with my fist. “Oh, fuck!”

“You really like that, don’t you?” He spanked me again.

“Yes… yeah… oh fuck, Michael…” I heard his breath come harshly as he spanked me a few more times.

“Oh fuck…” he said, “This is so hot…”

My ass burned but the heat radiated through my body. My cock leaked and twitched in response to the slaps.

“You have to stop or I’m gonna come before you even start fucking me…” I moaned, my voice breathless and desperate.

He grabbed the condom and lube. Soon I felt his slippery fingers in my crack, readying me.

Suddenly, his hot breath caressed my ear. He whispered, “Come for me, beautiful boy…” and I lost it.

The orgasm screamed through me. I heard my cries as if someone else were making them. I floated and fell and shattered into pieces. My cock exploded and I yelled like a fucking girl.

“Jesus!” Michael exclaimed. He stilled deep inside me and found his own release, shaking and trembling against me, yelling and cursing unintelligibly.

His orgasm seemed to go on forever while I kept seeing stars and planets and fucking galaxies. When I came back to earth, I felt his weight on me. I felt his heart hammering in his chest, matching mine beat for fucking beat, and I had never felt so connected to another person. His hands rested on my hips, his sweaty cheek against my shoulder.

After a few minutes, he said. “What… what the fuck was that…”

I groaned as an aftershock of pleasure coursed through me. “I don’t know…” I started laughing. I couldn’t stop. I laughed so hard that tears started forming.

~ Elizabeth Lister, The Crush, MLR Press 2011


Red Rope and Gold Paint

*This scene takes place before a highly anticipated fetish party at La Petite Mort, a private club in Gatineau, Quebec.


Nori pulled his phone from his pocket. “I have an idea for something. I ran it past Catherine and she liked it. Please tell me what you think?” He approached the three of us and showed us a photo on his phone of a naked man covered in gold paint with flecks of real gold leaf applied at various random points, bound with red rope. The effect was gorgeous.

“That looks amazing,” Sebastian said, looking up at Nori with appreciation. “Is that your work?”

Nori nodded. “Yes. I did it for an art show in Toronto.”

James nodded. “Very impressive. And I think it would be perfect for this evening. Do you have time to paint them both?”

“Lilly said she’d help. She’s done some body painting before. It shouldn’t take long. I’m thinking more of a scattered approach anyway. I don’t want them like gold statues — I want them to have brushstrokes of gold paint and gold leaf sort of haphazardly placed. And just a bit on their faces, like they weren’t worth the effort of a complete paint job because, well, they’re just slaves after all.”

James grinned. “Brilliant. I love it. I’ll go find Lilly if you like.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

After James had gone, Nori turned to Sebastian and me. “I’d suggest you both empty your bladders now as you won’t have a chance again for while.”

Thirty minutes later, Sebastian and I stood in front of the large mirror while Nori and Lilly worked on turning us into living pieces of art. There was a chair between us so that we could hold onto if we needed to maintain our balance.

“That tickles,” I said to Lilly as she stroked the paintbrush across my buttock and down the back of my leg.

She giggled. “I’m so sorry. Well, not really. You have a lovely bottom.”


“I’m going to paint your penis soon. That will really tickle!”

“Dear God,” I said, glancing at Sebastian who stood still as a statue with a beatific smile on his face as Nori painted his chest and belly.

“He is very patient,” Lilly commented, bringing her paintbrush around in front of me.

“He can put up with a lot,” I said.

Lilly stared fixedly at my flaccid penis.

“What?” I asked, mortified.

“Well, it will be easier to paint if it is,” she giggled again, “you know, standing.”

Nori looked over with a subdued smile. “True. Perhaps your boyfriend can help.”

He lowered his paintbrush and before I really knew what was happening, Sebastian got on his knees in front of me, taking my soft cock between his lips. I gasped in surprise, the unexpected attention getting me hard quickly especially with the added bonus of being watched by Nori and Lilly.


I looked down at Sebastian’s gold flecked face and thought of what the evening might have in store after our stint as the featured art piece. When he pulled off my prick stood at attention like a good little soldier and Lilly clapped her hands in delight.

“That is so much better! Try to stay still, okay?”

I tried. And I didn’t do too badly. It was pretty cute to see the look of concentration on her face as she wielded her paintbrush, gliding it along my erect penis from base to tip on all sides.

“We want this to be all gold, no?” She asked Nori.

“Good idea,” he said and proceeded to do the same to Sebastian’s cock which had behaved properly from the start. Sebastian was getting off on all of this.

The warm temperature of the room made the experience more pleasant than it might have been. When they finished they stepped back to look at us.

“Very nice!” Lilly commented. “They look beautiful!”

“Now the rope,” Nori said, all business.

“Ah yes, of course.” Lilly replied, bringing over the red ropes from James’ bag.

“I’ll do Sebastian first. Then Tate. Then we’ll have to get them into position out there.”

It took about twenty minutes for Nori to truss up Sebastian the way he wanted to, but boy did the kid look good when he was done. The red ropes criss-crossed his chest and abdomen, looped around his thighs and cock, and ran between his buttocks. James had decided against butt plugs for once.

Then it was my turn.

When Nori was finished I felt like a turkey ready for the oven. Until I looked at myself in the mirror.

“Fuck,” I said.

I didn’t feel like a turkey anymore. I felt like a captive Roman slave in the royal palace, prepared for the emperor’s delight.

We looked fantastic.

Nori checked his watch. “It’s eight thirty. Catherine said people will start arriving at nine. So, just enough time.”

A knock sounded and the door opened. James peeked in.

“I just wanted to see — Jesus Christ,” he said, coming into the room, his eyes roaming eagerly over the both of us. “If I didn’t have duties to fulfill — well, I mean, Christ.”

We’d rendered James Lucas speechless. It was a first.

I stood tall as he stared, his eyes wide and taking it all in. He smiled, letting his appreciation show, and then got back to business.

“They need ball gags and blindfolds,” he said.

~ Excerpt from The Loft – Book Two (coming summer 2017)

Skate Lace

When we got home we went upstairs to change out of our skating gear. My jeans were still wet from a fall and I imagine James’ clothes were also damp.

As I was arranging my stuff on the back of a chair to dry James called down the hall. “There’s lots of room in the shower if you’d like to join me.”

How could I resist?

The ensuite shower in James’ master suite, as I’d quickly discovered in those early days, was very large. Plenty big enough for two. Engineered as a wet room, the double ended shower had no glass door or curtain. Lined with grey tile and equipped with bench, cubbies for shampoo and other items, and state of the art rain shower heads, it was like being at a private spa.

“In you go,” James said, turning on one of the showerheads and directing me to stand underneath it. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him walk out the door with some trepidation. He was naked, like I was, so I didn’t think he’d go far. But I was always a bit nervous when James did something unexpected. The guy was a virtuoso when it came to sexual game playing.

Sure enough, he came back into the bathroom carrying one of my skates.


“What the hell are you gonna do with that?” I asked, starting to feel very worried. I’d just had the blades sharpened.

James gave me a sly look and laid the skate on the bathroom counter. Then he began to very slowly pull the lace out of it, glancing at me with mysterious intent as he did so.

What was he planning? I shook the water out of my eyes and continued to wash myself as he extracted the dirty white lace from the skate boot.

When he had it free he balled it up in his fist and joined me in the shower, luckily leaving the skate itself on the bathroom counter.

He came under the hot water with me and immediately captured my lips with his, kissing me with passion. Then he pulled back.

He held out his fist and opened it so that the black skate lace unfurled from its anchor point between his fingers.

I glanced at him, wondering at his plans.


He held it under the water, wetting it thoroughly, and began to glide it over my skin, starting at my neck and shoulders but moving ever so slowly downward.

It felt like a tiny wet snake or sea creature caressing me. I closed my eyes to enjoy it even more, not knowing where it would land next. He took his time, sliding it over my wet buttocks, up my abdomen, over my shoulder, giving my skin the occasional soft kiss in its wake.

This was James’ skill. Taking something as simple and innocent as the lace from an old pair of skates and turning it into an implement of erotic seduction.

Finally, after teasing me for a very long time, he reached down and deftly tied the wet lace around the base of my erection, behind my balls, where it became the perfect makeshift cock ring.

“That will teach you to make fun of my skating skills.”

My chest moved with fast breaths as I stared at him, desire flaming. “Yes, Sir.”

He took the long end of the lace and wound it over and around the top of my balls, pushing the testicles down so that they ached with tension. He secured it somehow so that my junk was trussed like a stuffed piglet. It hurt, but in a good way – as usual. There were safety scissors in the bathroom vanity. There were safety scissors in every room of the house because James never knew where he might be inspired to tie one, or both, of us up.

“That will keep you quiet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Reach up and hold onto the shower head.”

I did, my hands grasping the warm steel as the water coursed over my bent head and shoulders.

“Good boy.”

~ Excerpt from The Loft – Book Two, coming summer 2017

Inspiration, January 29th


We sat close together on his sofa and watched a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen; I was so hot for Chef Ramsay, it wasn’t funny. I wanted him to kiss me with that fuck hot dirty mouth of his and tell me what to do. I told Michael all of this. He cracked up. All of a sudden, I felt his arm slide around my shoulder. He kissed and licked my neck.
“Mmm, Jack…” I felt his hot breath on my ear. “I know I came home from
school with Amy, but I can’t help it… you are so freaking hot…” My dick turned to steel and my breath caught in my throat.
No fucking way…
“Michael,” I said, “What are you up to?”
He nuzzled into my neck. His hand rubbed over the front of my jeans. “Shhh, she’ll hear us…”
I laughed and shifted so I was facing him. He lifted his face from my neck. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Seriously? I’m supposed to believe you’re eighteen and after my virginity?”
He nodded, grinning wickedly. Suddenly, because of my own words and the look he gave me, I was so into it.
“Okay…” I said breathlessly.
He looked at me with excited eyes. “I want to kiss you… I know it’s wrong, but I want to.”
“Then kiss me,” I said.
His lips touched mine gently, tentatively, just as if he were only eighteen and afraid of his own desires. I opened my mouth slightly. His tongue slipped inside, making me moan. “Oh fuck…” he moaned, “My dick is so hard…” This time, his dirty talk sounded more sincere and natural. I was obviously a good influence on him.
I opened my mouth wider. He kissed me deeper, pressing his body against me so I had to lie back on the couch. “It’s okay,” I said quietly, “She’ll never know.”
He lay on top of me, still kissing me. I felt his erection dig into my leg. His hand found the buttons of my jeans and he had them open in moments. He pulled my dick out of my boxers and stroked it with his hand. “Mmm, you feel so much better than a girl…” he murmured. His hand squeezed and rubbed me eagerly.
I closed my eyes and thought of all the boys I’d wished would do this to me. I let myself pretend that Michael was one of them—eighteen, horny as shit and eager to touch me; desperate
to touch me.
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. I lost myself in his eager kisses. I felt him rub himself against my leg. I reveled in the sensation of his hand on my cock…
“You’re fucking beautiful…” he said. “…so much hotter than Amy. So hot and smart and funny and your cock feels so good in my hand.”
I groaned and whimpered beneath him.
He stopped kissing me. He slid down my body until he kneeled on the floor. He grabbed hold of my shirt in one hand and wrapped the other around my cock. He licked the tip of it again and again and again as I shivered and panted and moaned.
“Oh… fuck… put it in your mouth… I swear you’ll like it,” I murmured.
He looked up at me then. His blue eyes shone with mischief. I could totally imagine him as an eighteen-year-old boy seducing me in my parents’ house. “Will you like it?”
I nodded frantically. He bent to my cock, circling the tip with his tongue before engulfing it in his warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck, yeah… Oh, fuck!” I bit my lip and grabbed his hand that was entwined in my shirt. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the feel of his hot, wet mouth. I groaned and swore as he sucked me better than any eighteen-year-old boy ever could.
For the next several minutes, he sucked, licked and stroked my aching cock as I lay on the couch. He banished all the demons of my adolescence with one very skillful and heartfelt blowjob. By the time I finally came, calling out his name and holding onto his hand for dear life, it was more than just a physical release. Almost ten years of resentment and anger and injustice poured out of me. He gladly took it all. I fucking loved him so much.

~ Jack and Michael from The Crush by Elizabeth Lister

Inspiration, November 19


“I want you upstairs,” I explained breathlessly. “And I am not letting you out of these fucking boots.” I finished doing up one boot and bent to kiss it before tying the other one.
“You look really hot down there,” he murmured, watching as I finished the other one. I kissed it as well. I pushed myself up and kissed him quickly, grabbing his hand. “Come on…”

~ Martin and Jeremy in Exposure, by Elizabeth Lister.

Excerpt, November 10


The next day at work I demonstrated a complete lack of concentration, so distracted by the knowledge that I would be meeting with James that evening to discuss the technicalities of our kinky weekend. I hadn’t been in James’ home since that afternoon many months ago. I wondered if this would be just a sit down interview, or if he’d want to get a feel for my limits again?

~ Elizabeth Lister, Beyond the Edge

The Loft Teaser


Photo courtesy of Brandon Jones

Sebastian, James and I spent a week together over Christmas, mostly at James’ place, taking advantage of some time off and getting comfortable with our new arrangement. Sebastian had worked extra shifts for the entire month of December so that he could have the time off after Christmas, when the store wouldn’t be busy anyway. James and I had been able to take vacation days. It just made the season even more special.
We hadn’t officially come out as a threesome to our friends and family yet, although some of them had guessed the dynamic already. We weren’t really able to hide our affection for each other. But it didn’t matter after Christmas Day because we spent most of our time indoors, at James’ home, keeping warm in the crisp December weather and looking forward to New Year’s Eve.
“Don’t move,” James whispered in my ear as he clutched a handful of my hair, pulling my head back, and ran his fingers down my chest.
I inhaled sharply, trying to be still. My cock throbbed as I felt my nipple teased and then pinched hard.
“Fuck.” I said, closing my eyes.
Then Sebastian’s lips surrounded my cock and I cried out again. “Fuck!”

~ from The Loft – Book I

Photo via Brandon Jones

Westfest Excerpts


From Chapter Twelve, Beyond the Edge:

“So dance with me…”

He started moving and, by God if, once he forgot about everyone else, he wasn’t a natural. I knew the boy could move, he’d fucked me crazy. He just needed a way to let go and apparently my command did the trick.

We moved together to the beat of the music, rocking our hips and flirting with each other, sweating and smiling and having fun.

Then the band started to play a slow, sultry number so I took Sebastian’s wrist, spinning him around, and took his other wrist so that his arms crossed in front of him. I pulled him back against me, making him move with me. I swayed my hips, pressing my hard-on against his leather-clad ass and holding his hands to his sides. His head lolled back against my shoulder, his eyes closed, and he swayed with me, pushing back against my erection.

Heaven. The scent of him, the feel of his body against mine, everything swirled together into a hazy fog of happiness. I felt euphoric, aroused, and so excited by this beautiful boy and the possibilities ahead of us.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said in his ear, flicking my tongue against the lobe.

He turned his head, nodding. I let go of his wrists and in a moment we were kissing, sharing our passion with each other and the entire dance floor. My fingers wove into his hair holding him still as I kissed those perfect lips, hungrily feasting on him until I couldn’t take anymore. His hands clutched my shirt and I could feel his need, not to mention my own. We had to go…

I wrenched myself away from him. Some guys smiled at the two of us knowingly but I didn’t even care as I twined my fingers with his, holding his gaze and said, breathlessly, “My place?”

As soon as we stepped out of the bar and headed down the steps, Sebastian said, “We could go to my place, if you want? It’s closer.”

“Sold,” I said.

He squeezed my hand, hard, as we stepped onto the sidewalk. “How fast can you walk?”

“Watch me,” I said, pulling him along.

We kept stopping to grope each other as we climbed the stairs to Sebastian’s apartment. By the time he actually keyed the door open and moved inside, I’d gotten his jacket off and was unbuttoning his white shirt.

“Tate…” he moaned, kissing me frantically and helping me with his shirt. “Oh fuck! I wanna…I wanna…fuck you,” he breathed out between kisses.

I groaned, ripping the last button from his shirt as I wrenched it off him, pushing him backward into his room. I was desperate, so horny and wild for him. I shoved him roughly down onto his bed and started to strip.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

He nodded, his eyes like two blue coals, staring at me from under hooded lids. He lay back, taking his pants off as his cock rose, thick and red, before me.

“Well, goddammit,” I murmured, tossing my shirt on the floor and pulling my pants off. “…If you think you can do the job,” I teased him, grinning.

He laughed. “Get over here…”

And I was on him. We struggled together, naked, both achingly hard and eager. He pressed me down on the bed beneath him covering me with his muscular body, rubbing his erection against my own.

“Oh my God.” He looked down at me, blond hair falling in front of his eyes. He shook it out of them. “I want to fuck you so hard, Tate, so fucking long and so fucking hard.”

I arched my back, pushing up to him. “Then do it.”


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From Chapter SevenA Numinous Light

“What’s the matter?” James asked, regarding Sebastian who had a faraway look on his face.

Sebastian came back to the present. “This is the first year I haven’t performed with the choir at the Christmas Eve service.”

“You can always sing for me and Tate when we get back to the condo.”

Sebastian laughed. “I suppose I could.”

I looked at James, who seemed to be thinking about something other than Sebastian’s voice at the moment. Our eyes met.

“What?” he asked innocently.


When we got back to the condo James posed a question to Sebastian.

“Have you got something to sing, Sebastian? Something very holy?”

“Sure. I’ve sung the hymns so often I don’t need the written music.”

“Okay. Then I’m going to get you to sing,” James said, bringing us into the large master bedroom. “Stand against the wall there.” He positioned Sebastian where he wanted him and turned to me.

“Pull down your pants and lean over the edge of the bed— don’t take them off, just pull them down. And your boxers.”

“You know, Santa can see everything.”

“Then you’d better be good and do as you’re told.”

James turned to Sebastian. “Start singing please. Don’t stop until I tell you to. And don’t move from that spot.”


My cock had hardened when James told me to get into this position. Now it swelled more at his words. And even more when Sebastian’s beautiful tenor filled the room with the ancient words of an Italian hymn, making me feel like a supplicant in a holy temple.

I gripped the coverlet in my fists as James walked over to me. Since I still had some clothes on I felt extra vulnerable and exposed. I glanced at Sebastian, who kept singing softly, his eyes on us. He looked so hot standing there in his black pants, white shirt, and black bow tie. James had let him remove his dinner jacket, but he still looked like a wet dream.

“I believe I promised you a spanking,” he said. “Wait. If I know Patrice and Freddy…”

I glanced behind me to see him pull open a couple of drawers until he found what he was looking for.

“Aha.” He lifted a small leather paddle from the drawer and examined it. “It’s not very big but it’s worth saving my hand.” He sat beside me on the bed where Sebastian’s view of the proceedings wouldn’t be blocked. “Eyes forward. Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, my breaths coming quickly with the anticipation.

“Count,” he said, and began.

I didn’t know how many he would give me. I didn’t care. I settled into it, perfectly happy to have James very much alive and paddling my ass after last night’s scare. And Sebastian’s singing made the entire experience both more deviant and more ethereal.

He gave me ten and put the paddle down. I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the warm glow of pain from my rear and the throbbing pleasure in my cock and balls.

He stood up and walked over to Sebastian, his fingers quickly finding the fly of Sebastian’s dress pants.

“Keep singing,” he said as Sebastian’s voice faltered slightly. “Eyes forward.”

James undid Sebastian’s fly and roughly pulled his pants and boxers down. Sebastian’s uncut cock bounced free as he struggled to keep his voice steady. James took it in his hand and began stroking back and forth until it stood firm in his grip. Sebastian stared forward over James’ shoulder and kept singing, the reverent words spilling from his open mouth as James teased him.

“The exquisiteness of your voice, Sebastian, matches the beauty of your body and the grace of your soul,” he murmured, falling to his knees. He gripped Sebastian’s cock firmly at its base and bent to engulf it in his eager mouth.

I lay on the bed, helpless to do anything but watch and listen to Sebastian’s faltering tenor. He tried his best to sing well even with his cock down James’ throat, but the effort was obvious. Trust James to turn Sebastian’s incredible talent into a form of torture. The singing became more and more of a challenge the closer he got to orgasm.

Finally, James released him and stood up. “Good boy. You can stop now.”

To underscore his command, James gripped Sebastian’s chin and kissed him, swallowing the last notes in a violent, passionate kiss that took even my breath away. When he pulled back he said, “Now use that beautiful mouth on me, Sebastian. Make my prick sing.”


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“What kind of…

…a party is it?” I asked.
James smiled sweetly, which made me very nervous.
“Oh boy,” I muttered.
“It’s a fetish party, Tate. With the option to play.”
“Of course it is.”
“I go every year. Usually alone.”
“But you want to bring us.”
“Yes, if you want to go.” He looked down at his hands and then back at me, mischievously. “I’d really like you to go as my subs. We could make a game of it. But it’s entirely up to the two of you. And we can set limits. We’d need to.”

– The Cross and the Trinity, Chapter Fifteen100_7155

I felt…

…a little nervous. Considering what he had up in the loft, would there be even more frightening stuff downstairs?
After following him down a carpeted flight of stairs and watching him flick on the lights, we were relieved to see that his cozy and refined basement featured merely a ping pong table, a huge flat screen TV—about twice the size of the one in the living room—a huge comfy looking sectional sofa, and a card table with four chairs.
He laughed when he saw our faces. “What did you think would be down here?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Cages? Fuck machines? God knows.”
Sebastian tittered nervously.
“No cages. And fuck machines are expensive. And rather redundant.” He made a face. “But can I interest you in a game of ping pong?” he asked, picking up a paddle.

– The Cross and the Trinity, Chapter Ten