Sex, Ties and Videotape
GLBT light BDSM/Kink
The Love Hurts series was born when I answered a Valentine’s Day call for MLR Press and the men in the book just kind of took over from there!
Book 1: Sex, Ties and Videotape, we meet Geoffrey, a man who’s been wronged by his previous lover, Brian, in a most public way. Brian’s friend Paul makes a move on Geoffrey and his life changes dramatically – he’s finally found someone who won’t laugh at his submissive needs!
Book 2: Kink Club Blues, Brian finds himself secretly turned on by the idea of BDSM and goes to the local kink club to investigate. There, he meets Gar, who shows him how submissive he can truly be beneath that snarky “top” exterior. Also, Paul fights a bout of insecurity. Does Geoffrey love him or his Dom ways? There’s only one way to be sure: ask for his hand in marriage!
Book 3: Dom of Destruction, we focus on Gar and Brian’s fledgling relationship as they try to work things out. It isn’t easy for them. Once Brian discovers Gar keeps a different sub for every night of the week, he’s beyond exasperated. He acts rashly, and gets himself into hot water with a bad Dom. Gar wants to be there to help Brian through his recovery, but old memories of his former sub, Angel, resurface and Gar must deal with the Dom guilt he’s been carrying in order to move on. Geoffrey and Paul have their first real break-up, showing love is not always bliss.
I hope you check out all three books of Love Hurts. One day, there will be a fourth! (Angel’s story).
Geoffrey begged his ex boyfriend, Brian, for some bondage, not public humiliation on YouTube. On Valentine’s Day, he runs into Brian's best friend Paul, who seems intent on righting Brian's wrongs. But trusting Paul means Geoffrey has to come clean with his needs … and his feelings.
Paul sees Geoffrey in the bar and knows this is his chance to convince him he’s nothing like Brian. He starts slow and safe, setting strict ground rules. But when Geoffrey insists on a reenactment of the same dom-play Brian used to hurt him, is a safeword enough to protect their fledgling love?
Geoffrey crossed his arms and didn’t pick it up. The suspicion in his eyes was clearer than a rare Seattle sunny day. “So, what are you saying?”
Good old-fashioned fear of rejection had butterflies flying furiously inside him. Did he tell Geoffrey about his feelings, or would it scare him off? To hell with the insecurity. I’ve waited too long for this moment. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
From Geoffrey’s shocked expression, he hadn’t ever thought it possible. The new-found knowledge had Paul’s hands tightening into fists and tears stinging his eyes. I swear I’m killing Brian. He did this to him. I can’t fucking believe it.
“Me? Right. Paul, you’ve known me for how long?”
Good. A math problem. He could do that. “Ten years.”
Geoffrey nodded. “Uh-huh, and in all that time, you never once indicated you wanted to bone me. So what’s changed?”
“Hell, Geoff.” Paul ran his hand over his hair. “What was I supposed to do? You’ve been with Brian the last two years.” Saying it out loud pissed him off anew, so he hurried to the next subject. “Before that, you were with Andrew,” he ticked the names off on his fingers, “before that, Carl, and then some Asian guy, I can’t remember his name…”
Geoffrey’s demeanor softened, his shoulders relaxing. “Myung.”
“Yeah, and then before him there was …well, it doesn’t matter who else. But it’s not like you’ve been available.” He took the opportunity to close some of the space between them. Getting the upper hand in this conversation helped his confidence.
“Neither have you.”
He nodded and took another step. “I know. It’s true. I’ve been with a string of guys, too. So no, I’ve never had the opportunity to tell you how much I’ve wanted you.” Now he stood mere inches from the man he desired. He tried desperately not to drool.
“Why would you want me?”
“How would you know what kind of guy I really want?” Paul placed a hand on Geoffrey’s lower back and tugged him closer. “If it’s unclear, I’d be happy to show you.” When Geoff didn’t resist, he cupped the back of his head and pressed their bodies together. His cock rubbed against Geoffrey’s thigh, and Geoff’s against his. The perfect bliss of the moment had him eager to spill right in his pants, but convincing Geoffrey he was serious came first. He angled Geoffrey’s head and planted greedy lips over his.
Kink Club Blues:
Paul and Geoffrey return from their special trip to Paris. Paul plans to propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to close an old loophole. He visits Brian, demanding the original video he made of Geoffrey be destroyed.
Brian doesn't understand what Paul's upset about, or his dominant streak. But the clearer Paul's feelings for Geoffrey become to him, the more Brian desires to have a man love him the same way. Curiosity draws him to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him all he secretly craves.
When Brian opened his eyes he was no longer in the hallway. Anxiety tightened his chest. Where am I? He tried to move and found he couldn’t. Alarmed, he yanked his arm. It wasn’t free. He jerked his head up and gasped when he saw it. The chain came down from the ceiling, attached to a cuff holding him in place. His other arm was restrained too. He jerked his legs and couldn’t move them either. He was trussed up—naked—in an empty, cold masonry room. Alone.
“Welcome back, Brian.”
The low, monotone voice echoed off the walls and seemed to vibrate right through his flesh. He tensed, knowing exactly who it belonged to. Gar. Had the man really meant what he’d said? The idea of Gar seeing to his punishment both frightened and excited him. “Gar, I… I don’t know if I can do this.”
“I know your type, Brian. You can, and you will.” The man’s footsteps resounded off the walls as he walked to Brian’s right side. “Now, I’ve heard you’ve been bad. Very bad.”
A wooden paddle flashed into his peripheral vision. A hand stroked his ass cheek. The combination of the two ratcheted up his panic. His heart raced until his mouth went dry. “What are you going to do to me?”
A hand gripped his head and yanked it back. The man’s hot breath saturated his ear. “I’m going to punish you, Brian. I’m going to make sure you never wish to hurt anyone again. And you’re going to enjoy it.”
Brian’s nipples peaked, and he flushed warm. He arched his back, swaying from the chains. All of the sudden, he became that blond man in the photo. He was about to be punished just like him, and God, how he wanted it, even though he feared it. “Yes,” he moaned. “Yes. Hurt me. Please.”
Gar let go of his hair and came around his front.
This close, Gar was as huge as a house, and Brain could see every dark black hair on his massively wide chest, smell the man’s musk filling the room, clogging his nose. His cock went hard, and he could swear it leaked. Gar’s gaze dipped down, he smiled, and then he looked up again.
“Brian, it seems you like this idea, don’t you?” Gar licked his lips, heat blazing in his eyes. He caressed Brian’s side slowly, like a caterpillar crawling over it. “I’m glad. I’ll enjoy being your teacher.”
“My name is ‘Master,’ and I’m going to fuck you, Brian. I’m going to fuck you hard.”
“Oh, God.” Brian trembled at Gar’s words, at the heated promise in his gaze. The shiver ran deep, ending in his balls, threatening to make them explode right then and there. “I think I’m going to come.”
Whack! The paddle landed on his backside.
“Not yet. You’re not going to come until I tell you to. Say, ‘Yes, Master.’”
His cock leaked some more. “Yes, Master.”
Dom of Destruction
When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.
Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.
Gar’s breathing was heavy and labored. He was obviously turned on and needed to come. But he guided their joined grip, up and down at a slow, even pace. Then he licked a finger and slid it under Brian’s sac, pressing inside his tight hole. Gar massaged his prostate in a firm, vibrating motion. Brian had never felt a touch like it.
“Tell me what you like best about the blond,” Gar panted in his ear.
“I like the fact that he’s helpless,” Brian whispered. “He’s at the other man’s mercy.”
“You want to be at my mercy, Brian?” Gar’s gruff tone resonated through his ear, down his chest, and straight to Gar’s finger buried inside him. “You want to surrender to me completely? Have me command you to come when and where I want?”
“Yes, God, yes.”
“Close your eyes and picture me behind you. You’re ready for me. So eager. So open. You’re begging me to fuck you.”
Brian closed his eyes, spread his legs, and moaned as Gar’s finger continued its little dance.
“Oh fuck. Brian, I want to give you what you want so bad. Just like in the video. I want to make you scream my name around my cock. Come, Brian. Come for me.”
“Gar!” Brian’s hips trembled as another orgasm tore through him. He wasn’t even tied up, but Gar’s voice reached a part of him deep down and gripped it like a vice. Brian surrendered total command of his body, heart and soul to Gar. Gasping for air, speechless, he’d never been so turned on in his life.
Next to him, Gar roared into release. The thick shaft vibrating in Brian’s hand widened and hardened as Gar came. He could feel every pulse of cum up Gar’s shaft, could hear it rise up his length, he released so hard. Brian looked down in time to see Gar spray all over his chest and savored the feel of Gar quivering beside him. The mingled smells of their emissions permeated the air. The spicy scent of Gar’s cum called to him. He wanted to taste it but his arm lay at too awkward an angle to bring it to his lips. “Gar, let me taste you, please.”
“Like this?” Gar swept a finger through his snowy white emission and pressed it to Brian’s lips. He followed up the finger with his tongue, lapping and teasing Brian’s mouth. Then he dipped his finger into Brian’s cum and did the same thing. Their juices merged on Brian’s tongue, salty, spicy, tinged with sweat and need. “You came so good for me,” Gar cooed. “I’m proud of you.”
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.