| Author: | Jeff Erno | ISBN: | 9781937796341 |
| Publisher: | Ai Press | Publication: | August 12, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jeff Erno |
| ISBN: | 9781937796341 |
| Publisher: | Ai Press |
| Publication: | August 12, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Genre: GLBT/Erotica/BDSM/Authoritarian - Dom/sub (see publisher’s warning)*
Length: Novel
eISBN: 978-1-937796-34-1
MSRP: 7.99
You pay: 4.99
Cover art: Les Byerley
Bookish, nerdy Jason has always secretly worshiped hot jocks like TJ. When he ends up TJ’s sex slave, he is desperate to escape. All seems hopeless until a new, desirable Master emerges…
*Publisher’s warning: This book contains scenes of forced male/male intercourse, forced oral sex, water sports, forced sexual slavery, humiliation and more. Not for the faint of heart! You’ve been warned.
Jason has always fantasized about jocks, and one in particular looms larger than life in his fantasies. TJ is the most popular jock on campus. He’s muscular, self-confident, and charming, with a cocky, authoritative attitude. Jason dreams of a day when TJ will notice him and become his bud.
However, when TJ finally does notice him, what TJ has in mind is FAR from friendship. Quickly Jason discovers a cruel, sadistic side of his former hero and before he even knows what’s happening, he finds himself trapped into sexual servitude unlike anything he could ever have imagined. Any attempt to free himself from TJ’s control proves futile, and Jason finally resigns himself to the fact that he’ll remain TJ’s slave indefinitely…that is, until another Master emerges. One Jason would submit himself to gladly…body and soul.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Introduction
From the time I was old enough to know what an erection was, I worshipped jocks. I knew at a very young age that I loved self-confident, arrogant men, and I always felt a certain excitement when in the presence of guys like this. Even though the type of guys I idolized didn’t give me the time of day, I still worshipped them. I got a boner sometimes just looking at a hot, cocky jock.
When I was a college freshman, I secretly idolized one jock in particular. We’d attended the same high school, and I’d known him since the ninth grade. His name was Tim, but everyone called him TJ. He was like a total god to me, the absolute man of my dreams. Not only was TJ on the college wrestling team, he also was incredibly hot looking. He maintained a perfectly chiseled physique, was tall, broad-shouldered, and blond. He kept his hair cut really short and always wore the coolest clothes. And he didn’t hesitate to peel off his shirt on a summer day as he walked down the street. Few people had the balls to challenge him due to the obvious air of confidence he exuded.
TJ didn’t know I even existed. The few times I got lucky enough to actually be in his presence, he didn’t notice me. Nonetheless, I just observed him, watching from afar and fantasizing about being his friend. My fantasies would then expand, and I’d think about different scenarios where we’d be together. Sometimes I fantasied about more than just being with TJ. I imagined I was like him, a popular jock who loved to stare at my own reflection in the mirror, and who had countless friends and admirers.
I would never be like him, though. He and I were opposites, and I knew we’d never so much as become friends. Still, I yearned for him to befriend me and even allowed myself to visualize us as best buds. He’d drape his arm around my shoulder, playfully slug my bicep. We’d hang out together, go cruising in his sports car. Although my dream was far-fetched, I couldn’t help myself. TJ was my hero.
The thing I learned from my experience with TJ was that sometimes you should be very careful about what you wish for. What began as an innocent crush on my part ultimately became an obsession. The obsession, though, wasn’t my feelings for TJ, but rather his love of the power and control he held over me. He eventually gained the ability to manipulate me in ways I never could have imagined, and the more power he wielded, the more his appetite for it seemed to increase. Eventually I became his property, and every day of my existence was a complete living hell. This is how it all happened:
Doing TJ’s Homework
I’m not exactly sure why I signed up for chemistry. In high school, I was never great in science, and I quickly realized the college course was way over my head. My only salvation was this nice guy named Steve, who sat next to me and offered his assistance. The one secret benefit to the class was that TJ was also in it. I actually shared two classes with him. In addition to chemistry lab, we also shared a political science class.
Many times during the hours I spent in chemistry lab, I found myself fixated on TJ. I sat behind him, so I stared at his broad shoulders and backside. I watched him intently as he rose from his seat and strutted over to get another beaker. I could see his biceps flexing as he leaned back in his chair and raised his arms over his head to stretch. He was totally awesome.
One day while sitting at my workbench trying to figure out a chemical compound, I looked up to see TJ staring at me. He had turned in his seat and was facing my direction. As we made eye contact, I immediately became self-conscious and looked back down at my project. When I looked up a few seconds later, I saw him still staring at me. My cheeks became warm, and I squirmed a bit on my stool. Why was he staring at me like that? I thought I was the one who was obsessed with him, but now suddenly it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
TJ’s mere gaze made me nervous. In a strange sort of way, it seemed he possessed a sense of control over me that I didn’t understand. I started to feel a little bit giddy. I thought maybe he had some feelings for me, similar to those I had for him.
Later that evening while alone in my room, I realized my thoughts were irrational. Why would a jock like TJ even give two shits about a pipsqueak like me? I was nothing to him. Everyone idolized heroic TJ, but I was a complete nobody. Scrawny and weak, I stood only five and a half feet tall and weighed just 125 pounds.
But why was TJ staring at me like that? Had he been preoccupied and his gaze accidentally fell upon me? I’d definitely been guilty of that sometimes myself. I’d be daydreaming about something, just staring off into space, but then suddenly realize I was looking directly at someone.
This didn’t seem to be the case, though. TJ’s stare had seemed deliberate. His eyes weren’t glazed over, and he wasn’t daydreaming. He looked right at me, as if trying to make me uncomfortable. Well, if that was his intention, he succeeded. Several hours later, I still ruminated over what he’d done to me. I became excited as I thought of the power he held over me, and I had to touch myself. I stroked till I came, all the while visualizing TJ’s steely glare.
The following day, TJ and I again made eye contact. This time, though, it didn’t end there. He casually motioned to me with a quick movement of his head, calling me over. My nervous hands dropped the textbook I was holding as I immediately slid off my stool. When I approached his bench, he no longer looked at me, but had instead refocused his attention to the project he was working on. I stood there silently for a few seconds, afraid even to speak. Finally after a few moments, when I realized he wasn’t about to say anything, I mustered my courage and squeaked out a salutation. “Hi,” I said. “Did you want me?”
“Huh?” he said, seeming annoyed by my distraction.
“Sorry,” I said. “My mistake.” I quickly turned to head back to my seat.
“You’re gonna do something for me,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Um, sure,” I cheerfully replied, quickly turning to face him again. “Sure, what do you need?”
“It’s not about what I need,” he said, still not looking at me. “It’s about what I want. I got a lot a shit goin’ on right now, between homework and sports and shit. You’re good in school, right?
You get good grades and stuff?” Finally he looked up at me, staring me straight in the eye.
“Yeah, I guess. I get A’s, if that’s what you mean. Though chemistry kinda sucks. Not my best subject.”
“I want you to start doing my poli-sci homework.”
Suddenly I felt queasy. This jock was asking me—no, telling me—he wanted me to cheat by doing his homework assignments for him. I’d never cheated for anyone, and certainly didn’t want to start now. “But, um, won’t that be cheating?” I asked meekly.
“Are you deaf?” He sounded even more irritated. “I told you what you were gonna do, and you’re gonna do it. I didn’t tell ya you could ask questions about it. If you don’t do it, then there’ll be consequences. You understand?”
For a few seconds I stood there in shock, not really knowing what to do, but then a thought flashed through my mind. All this time I’d been praying that TJ would notice me, and I’d been fantasizing about how it would be to have him as my friend. This could be the perfect opportunity to become his friend. If I agreed to help him, he would surely like me. Plus, if I refused him, he’d probably beat the crap outta me. “Um, I’m sorry. Sure, I understand. I’d be glad to do it for you. I’ll bring your assignments to chemistry every week so you have them before poli-sci.”
“Cool. Now get away from me. I gotta concentrate on this project.”
“Okay, sorry.” Smiling to myself, I turned and headed back to my seat.
Genre: GLBT/Erotica/BDSM/Authoritarian - Dom/sub (see publisher’s warning)*
Length: Novel
eISBN: 978-1-937796-34-1
MSRP: 7.99
You pay: 4.99
Cover art: Les Byerley
Bookish, nerdy Jason has always secretly worshiped hot jocks like TJ. When he ends up TJ’s sex slave, he is desperate to escape. All seems hopeless until a new, desirable Master emerges…
*Publisher’s warning: This book contains scenes of forced male/male intercourse, forced oral sex, water sports, forced sexual slavery, humiliation and more. Not for the faint of heart! You’ve been warned.
Jason has always fantasized about jocks, and one in particular looms larger than life in his fantasies. TJ is the most popular jock on campus. He’s muscular, self-confident, and charming, with a cocky, authoritative attitude. Jason dreams of a day when TJ will notice him and become his bud.
However, when TJ finally does notice him, what TJ has in mind is FAR from friendship. Quickly Jason discovers a cruel, sadistic side of his former hero and before he even knows what’s happening, he finds himself trapped into sexual servitude unlike anything he could ever have imagined. Any attempt to free himself from TJ’s control proves futile, and Jason finally resigns himself to the fact that he’ll remain TJ’s slave indefinitely…that is, until another Master emerges. One Jason would submit himself to gladly…body and soul.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Introduction
From the time I was old enough to know what an erection was, I worshipped jocks. I knew at a very young age that I loved self-confident, arrogant men, and I always felt a certain excitement when in the presence of guys like this. Even though the type of guys I idolized didn’t give me the time of day, I still worshipped them. I got a boner sometimes just looking at a hot, cocky jock.
When I was a college freshman, I secretly idolized one jock in particular. We’d attended the same high school, and I’d known him since the ninth grade. His name was Tim, but everyone called him TJ. He was like a total god to me, the absolute man of my dreams. Not only was TJ on the college wrestling team, he also was incredibly hot looking. He maintained a perfectly chiseled physique, was tall, broad-shouldered, and blond. He kept his hair cut really short and always wore the coolest clothes. And he didn’t hesitate to peel off his shirt on a summer day as he walked down the street. Few people had the balls to challenge him due to the obvious air of confidence he exuded.
TJ didn’t know I even existed. The few times I got lucky enough to actually be in his presence, he didn’t notice me. Nonetheless, I just observed him, watching from afar and fantasizing about being his friend. My fantasies would then expand, and I’d think about different scenarios where we’d be together. Sometimes I fantasied about more than just being with TJ. I imagined I was like him, a popular jock who loved to stare at my own reflection in the mirror, and who had countless friends and admirers.
I would never be like him, though. He and I were opposites, and I knew we’d never so much as become friends. Still, I yearned for him to befriend me and even allowed myself to visualize us as best buds. He’d drape his arm around my shoulder, playfully slug my bicep. We’d hang out together, go cruising in his sports car. Although my dream was far-fetched, I couldn’t help myself. TJ was my hero.
The thing I learned from my experience with TJ was that sometimes you should be very careful about what you wish for. What began as an innocent crush on my part ultimately became an obsession. The obsession, though, wasn’t my feelings for TJ, but rather his love of the power and control he held over me. He eventually gained the ability to manipulate me in ways I never could have imagined, and the more power he wielded, the more his appetite for it seemed to increase. Eventually I became his property, and every day of my existence was a complete living hell. This is how it all happened:
Doing TJ’s Homework
I’m not exactly sure why I signed up for chemistry. In high school, I was never great in science, and I quickly realized the college course was way over my head. My only salvation was this nice guy named Steve, who sat next to me and offered his assistance. The one secret benefit to the class was that TJ was also in it. I actually shared two classes with him. In addition to chemistry lab, we also shared a political science class.
Many times during the hours I spent in chemistry lab, I found myself fixated on TJ. I sat behind him, so I stared at his broad shoulders and backside. I watched him intently as he rose from his seat and strutted over to get another beaker. I could see his biceps flexing as he leaned back in his chair and raised his arms over his head to stretch. He was totally awesome.
One day while sitting at my workbench trying to figure out a chemical compound, I looked up to see TJ staring at me. He had turned in his seat and was facing my direction. As we made eye contact, I immediately became self-conscious and looked back down at my project. When I looked up a few seconds later, I saw him still staring at me. My cheeks became warm, and I squirmed a bit on my stool. Why was he staring at me like that? I thought I was the one who was obsessed with him, but now suddenly it was like he couldn’t keep his eyes off me.
TJ’s mere gaze made me nervous. In a strange sort of way, it seemed he possessed a sense of control over me that I didn’t understand. I started to feel a little bit giddy. I thought maybe he had some feelings for me, similar to those I had for him.
Later that evening while alone in my room, I realized my thoughts were irrational. Why would a jock like TJ even give two shits about a pipsqueak like me? I was nothing to him. Everyone idolized heroic TJ, but I was a complete nobody. Scrawny and weak, I stood only five and a half feet tall and weighed just 125 pounds.
But why was TJ staring at me like that? Had he been preoccupied and his gaze accidentally fell upon me? I’d definitely been guilty of that sometimes myself. I’d be daydreaming about something, just staring off into space, but then suddenly realize I was looking directly at someone.
This didn’t seem to be the case, though. TJ’s stare had seemed deliberate. His eyes weren’t glazed over, and he wasn’t daydreaming. He looked right at me, as if trying to make me uncomfortable. Well, if that was his intention, he succeeded. Several hours later, I still ruminated over what he’d done to me. I became excited as I thought of the power he held over me, and I had to touch myself. I stroked till I came, all the while visualizing TJ’s steely glare.
The following day, TJ and I again made eye contact. This time, though, it didn’t end there. He casually motioned to me with a quick movement of his head, calling me over. My nervous hands dropped the textbook I was holding as I immediately slid off my stool. When I approached his bench, he no longer looked at me, but had instead refocused his attention to the project he was working on. I stood there silently for a few seconds, afraid even to speak. Finally after a few moments, when I realized he wasn’t about to say anything, I mustered my courage and squeaked out a salutation. “Hi,” I said. “Did you want me?”
“Huh?” he said, seeming annoyed by my distraction.
“Sorry,” I said. “My mistake.” I quickly turned to head back to my seat.
“You’re gonna do something for me,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Um, sure,” I cheerfully replied, quickly turning to face him again. “Sure, what do you need?”
“It’s not about what I need,” he said, still not looking at me. “It’s about what I want. I got a lot a shit goin’ on right now, between homework and sports and shit. You’re good in school, right?
You get good grades and stuff?” Finally he looked up at me, staring me straight in the eye.
“Yeah, I guess. I get A’s, if that’s what you mean. Though chemistry kinda sucks. Not my best subject.”
“I want you to start doing my poli-sci homework.”
Suddenly I felt queasy. This jock was asking me—no, telling me—he wanted me to cheat by doing his homework assignments for him. I’d never cheated for anyone, and certainly didn’t want to start now. “But, um, won’t that be cheating?” I asked meekly.
“Are you deaf?” He sounded even more irritated. “I told you what you were gonna do, and you’re gonna do it. I didn’t tell ya you could ask questions about it. If you don’t do it, then there’ll be consequences. You understand?”
For a few seconds I stood there in shock, not really knowing what to do, but then a thought flashed through my mind. All this time I’d been praying that TJ would notice me, and I’d been fantasizing about how it would be to have him as my friend. This could be the perfect opportunity to become his friend. If I agreed to help him, he would surely like me. Plus, if I refused him, he’d probably beat the crap outta me. “Um, I’m sorry. Sure, I understand. I’d be glad to do it for you. I’ll bring your assignments to chemistry every week so you have them before poli-sci.”
“Cool. Now get away from me. I gotta concentrate on this project.”
“Okay, sorry.” Smiling to myself, I turned and headed back to my seat.
