Présentation de l'éditeur
Secret agent Randal Blake has been captured by the enemy, soon to be tortured and held in captivity. Or so he thinks - until his captor makes it clear that he's interested in more than information or ransom. Bold and sensual, the mysterious kidnapper offers Blake a unique alternative to traditional torture. Will the straight spy decide to become another man's sex slave? Warning! This 9,000 word story contains kidnapping, bondage, caning, collaring, first-time anal sex, gunplay, and fisting. Adults only!
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The whole side of his head stinging and throbbing, Blake gave Sarceda a dangerous look. But it had no power behind it, and they both knew. Blake was helpless. His shoulders ached. He squirmed against the ropes, but it was no use - Sarceda obviously knew what he was doing when it came to knots.
"Apologize," he ordered, holding Blake's jaw in a vise grip.
Blake swallowed. "F*** off," he gritted out.
Sarceda's face relaxed into a smile. "That's right," he said. "Don't respond to pain. Just like they taught you." He let go of Blake's face, kneeling back down and finishing the job of removing his shoes and socks. "All the time and energy they expend, teaching you boys not to respond to pain. How much did they torture you, in the name of making you into something more than human? And it never occurred to them to try and make you immune to pleasure."
He stood, stroking the top of Blake's head as if he were a housecat. "Don't worry," he said. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll remember what it means to feel pain the way the rest of us do."
"I admire your confidence," said Blake, softly. Sarceda's blunt fingernails were gently scratching his scalp now, just the way he liked. The adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins was beginning to dissipate, leaving him with a strange sense of calm. He felt a warm feeling spreading through his chest.
"You should know that I don't like being lied to," said Sarceda, stepping back and slipping out of his jacket. He stripped down to the waist methodically as he spoke. "But, I do appreciate what you were trying to do. Letting me believe this won't be your first time with a man. Teasing me with the possibilities. Very cute. But unnecessary." He undid his belt and slipped it out of his trousers, taking both ends and looping it around in one hand while caressing it with the other. "Do believe me when I say that there's no possibility of you turning me on any more than you already do."
"Thank you," said Blake. "That's very kind."
The belt came down and hit the mattress with a loud thwack, inches from his skin. Blake couldn't stop himself from flinching.
Sarceda laughed suddenly, tossing it aside. "No, I won't punish you that way. Not tonight." He knelt down by Blake's feet again. "Close your eyes."