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Overview
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
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
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940148707271 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Ai Press |
| Publication date: | 08/12/2013 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 598 KB |
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