I debated what to share today- I haven't opened my Nano novel since the last day of Nano :D . I was thinking of that, since health and Nano have meant that I missed the last two #WipItUps, but well, I have another idea :D Since I couldn't share my story "Santa Dom" with you while I was working on it because it was for the anthology "Mischief Under the Mistletoe," I'm going to share my excerpt now.
The overhead fan kept the air circulating even if it was still a little hotter in this room than the rest of their house. Jason had kicked the blankets off him, making a pile on the floor.
Kneeling on the blankets, Michael snatched his shirt off before leaning forward to suck Jason's big toe into his mouth. He began to rub the foot as he lavished oral attention to each perfect toe. He lifted his gaze to Jason's relaxed face to watch for signs of waking.
With a grunt and a moan, Jason yanked his foot from Michael. He rolled from his side onto his back. His fingers moved over the tubes as if to loosen the neck piece.
Michael brushed his fingers over Jason's lower stomach, his fingers just settling into the extra flesh collected there. Love you forever, Sir. His attention pulled to Jason's hard cock. He reached behind him to rub Jason's legs as he leaned in to kiss the head, his tongue moving around the corona of his Sir's perfect pleasure.
"Yes, boy," Jason mumbled.
His tongue and mouth sliding down the shaft, Michael worshiped. His eyes slid closed when Jason grasped his head in both hands and took over. He hummed in appreciation at being of use, at giving Jason this sensation. His hands fell to the bed to prop up his chest.
"That's my boy," Jason growled.
Michael relaxed into a weightless state. He cupped his tongue against the shaft since Jason was moving him too fast for anything else.
Yes, like the promo above says, its release date is December 7th, although it's already available for pre-order at the introductory price of 99 cents.
Pre-order on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B078BPBG49/
Mischief Under the Mistletoe: Fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.
Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Shelly Douglas, Gracie Malling, Joelle Casteel, Brandy Golden, Kelly Dawson, Sheri Lynn, Jaye Elise, Kathryn R. Blake, Molly Alvarado and Katie Douglas
Dipping my toes into writing this isn't about my Nano novel, I looked at the Week 170 inspiration picture and pondered, especially because it was already 5pm on Sunday, I'd be going to online church in 3 hours because finances meant skipping going to a physical church this morning. I'm also finally watching "When We Rise"- I'd only started the first of five episodes. Yup, plenty of times when my emotions ran over- I came out as bisexual in the mid 1990s when Pride March and Festivals where still begun with a reading of the names... of people who had died from AIDS. While Christmas is hard for me- when my daughter came out as transgender, I finally told my parents to go the fuck away, although they keep trying to worm their way back in- I have a short story coming out on Thursday (a Christmas-y one) and I wanted to enjoy this picture Kayla found us.
Tom tossed the Santa hat over his hard cock when his bedroom door opened unexpectedly.
"And what is my darling hubby doing?" August teased as he barreled into the room.
"Please, Sir, don't call me hubby," Tom muttered.
"Sir? August arched one of his delightfully bushy black eyebrows.
"Master." He sighed at August's gorgeous smile.
"I like that much better. So what are you doing here, my delightful cub?" August brushed one hand over his buzz cut hair.
"Touching myself. I was lonely. We hadn't agreed it wasn't okay. Sir. Master."
"Master." August laid his hand on Tom's thigh beside the hat's white puffball. "May I?"
"Yes, but..." Tom swallowed, his Adam's apple making his short black beard bounce.
"Let me question that but. We do need to negotiate more. I would like something more serious and I think you too, but you were feeling lonely, cub. Why? We just had a big breakfast together." August plucked the hat off Tom's cock and placed it on his head. He joined Tom on their bed and pulled his lover against him. "Or maybe loneliness is your excuse for touching yourself?"
"I don't know. I feel sad... Master." Tom chuckled. "I like Master too. Maybe I'll feel less sad if I'm busy making you happy?"
August pressed his face against Tom's hairy cheek, their beards mingling. "You haven't gotten totally soft. How about you make me proud and make yourself come?"
"Master?" Tom's eyes opened huge as he looked at August.
"Think of it as an early Christmas gift for me?"
"Yes, Master!" He held out one hand and liked his lips as August scooped some petroleum jelly onto it. "I'm so glad I was celibate and we got tested and don't have to worry about barriers, Sir. Master."
"Me to." Leading his cub's hand to his cock, August encouraged him to wrap his hand around it.
"Oh, yes," Tom groaned.
"How fast can you come for me?"
"Uh um--" Tom's eyelids slid closed as his hand moved up and down with ever increasing speed.
August reached around to cup Tom's balls.
"Yes, thanks, Master," he gasped. "Beg, squeeze, Master."
"Good boy." August slowly tightened his hold until Tom pressed against him. He kissed the tiny spot of hairless cheek before his cub turned his head. He thrust his tongue into the submissive mouth and probed.
Tom writhed against the bed. His thumb hit his frenulum. His scream of release was muffled by August's kissing mouth.
Smiling, August enjoyed the hot cum splashing over his legs. Ending the kiss, he muttered, "My good cub. Pull the comforter up around us."
Happily obeying, the calm sub pulled the blanket up around them and burrowed against his Master.
I asked a friend to write a domestic discipline story. Oh and yeah, as if it goes without saying, it's NSFW. I mean, how much do I post on here that is safe for work lol ? Rather than write an intro for him, I'll let his profile on a fan fic site do it:
"Hello everyone, my name's Anthony, but I also go by Tony and A.J. Stony's my OTP, StarkSpangledBanner's my OT3, but I love many other pairings! I am fond of action figures, reading, dancing, and painting. I have a deep love and appreciation for hair, particularly beards and chest hair. And I can never get enough smut, I really can't."
for more, read here
to read other fan fiction stories of his, go here
When Tony looked up at the clock, he was shocked to see what time it was. He knew he’d been in his lab for a long time working on the Mark VII like Steve had asked, but he completely lost track of time. Normally Tony would’ve asked Jarvis to notify him when it was midnight, but he was so excited to finish the repairs and make Steve proud that he forgot.
Unless the Avengers were on a mission, Tony was supposed to be waiting in bed for Steve at midnight, freshly showered and dressed in his pink bra and panties with cream lace trim. It was one of their rules, and even though Tony had a difficult time adjusting to being submissive for the first few months of their relationship he now loved answering to Steve and doing as he was told. He loved making Steve, who he lovingly referred to as Daddy, happy, and he would do anything to please him.
Tony went against Daddy’s wishes by staying up past midnight, however, and he knew he was in trouble. He put down his soldering gun, walked over to the floor length mirror to his right and stared at himself, disgusted by his appearance. His hair was greasy and sticking up on all ends, his face and arms were smudged with oil and dirt, and his black wife beater and distressed jeans were stained with all shades and tints of grey and brown. Daddy wasn’t going to be happy to see him in such a deplorable state, and Tony hoped he had enough time to clean himself up and change clothes before Daddy walked into the bedroom.
He rushed out of his lab and into the elevator, pushing the level 20 button over and over again in hope that it would somehow make it move faster. It seemed slower than usual, however, and Tony took the opportunity to remove his dirty, sweat-sticky clothes as the elevator brought him to his destination. When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Tony was already completely naked with his clothes piled in his arms. Tony knew that Daddy would be especially unhappy if Tony left his mess in the elevator, so it was better to take care of them now; the last thing he wanted was to disappoint the Head of Household even further.
Tony ran down the hallway to the left and into their bedroom door at the end of the hall, tossing his soiled clothing into the hamper sitting right next to the doorframe. When his dirty clothes were put away just as Daddy expected, Tony hurried into the bathroom on the left hand side of their bedroom and turned on the water in their shower. When the water warmed up, Tony walked in, slathered his body head to toe in body wash with a bath pouf, washing away the dirt, debris and sweat covering virtually every inch of his body.
Two minutes later he was out of the shower, and he swiftly dried off and carefully folded up the towel and put it on the rack next to the sink, just as Daddy told him to do whenever he finished bathing. He took a quick look at himself in the mirror, gave himself a smug grin for cleaning himself up before Daddy came into the bedroom and walked out of the bathroom. Tony’s belief that he’d gotten away with his bad behavior was incorrect, however; Daddy was sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxer briefs and holding a wooden paddle. He took his eyes off of the paddle and looked over at Tony, his naked body shivering in shame as he looked at his Daddy with his big, brown eyes.
“Baby boy, what time is it?” Daddy asked as he beckoned for Tony to come to him, waiting patiently as Tony hesitantly walked over to him and sat down on the bed to the left of him.
“It’s past midnight, Daddy… I’m sorry, I got caught up making repairs to the suit and I just never looked up at the time. I didn’t do it on purp-” Tony began to apologize, but Daddy brought his left index finger up to his sub’s lips to silence him.
“You know better than to make excuses, baby boy. You should be dressed and in bed right now, not just stepping out of the shower… It doesn’t matter that you were having fun working on your toy, that’s not a good reason to misbehave and I’m disappointed in you for thinking that you can get away with your mistake and hide it from me. You thought I wouldn’t find out that you were late to bed, and I can see that… Now tell me, what’s your punishment for not getting to bed on time?” Daddy questioned as he looked over at Tony, whose face was flush bright red in embarrassment.
“Tw-Twelve paddles…” Tony mumbled, unable to bring himself to look Daddy in the eyes.
“That’s right, baby boy. Now go get your pillow and get on Daddy’s lap. Now be a good boy and hurry,” Daddy said in a calm, even voice as he watched Tony crawl to the head of the bed, grab his favorite blue pillow and return to his previous position.
Tony put his blue pillow on Daddy’s lap, and then assumed his position on Daddy’s knee. He kept his arms out in front of him and gripped the corner of the bed with his sweaty, wet hands; the last time Tony didn’t keep his hands gripped to something he ended up covering his butt to defend himself from Daddy’s paddling, and neither of them wanted that to happen again. Before Daddy began, Tony turned his head to look at his partner, pleading with his eyes for forgiveness.
“Don’t give me that look, Tony… You made a mistake and we have to correct it. If you hadn’t have broken the rules then I wouldn’t have to spank you, baby boy. How else are you going to learn if I don’t teach you a lesson? Now, if you’re a good boy for Daddy and turn around then your punishment will be over before you know it,” Daddy spoke in a stern, yet kind, voice, and Tony nodded his head and looked face down at the black blankets on the bed.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Tony flinched when the cold wood hit his left ass cheek, and he let out a small yelp of pain. He wanted to put his hands on his bottom to keep Daddy from striking him again, but Tony knew better; if he did that then the punishment would be more severe, and that was the last thing he wanted. After the first strike, Tony felt Daddy’s left hand move to the small of his back and hold him tight, preventing him from moving.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
The noise rang in Tony’s ears as the paddle hit his bare, flesh over and over again, turning his skin bright pink and sensitive. It burned, and each smack only worsened the pain. His Daddy could be a bit brutal with his spankings sometimes, but that’s the way Tony liked it; he wanted his punishments to hurt, and while he knew Daddy would never use his whole strength he did put much of his energy into the whacks.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
At the ninth slap to his bottom Tony began to cry. The pain was getting to him, and he felt completely humiliated and ashamed of himself for breaking the rules. The only reason he went to his lab in the first place was to please Daddy, but he ended up upsetting him instead. With each smack he realized how wrong he was to disobey the rules, and Tony truly felt sorry.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
When the spanking was finally over, Tony heard Daddy carefully put the paddle down onto the ground, thought he was unable to stop crying. Tony knew exactly why he deserved to be punished, and even though he felt like he was forgiven for his transgressions he still felt ashamed. As Tony continued to cry, Daddy carefully picked up his sub’s body and cradled him in his arms, holding him tight to his body.
“I’m proud of you baby boy… You took your punishment like a grown-up, and Daddy loves you so much,” Daddy purred in Tony’s ear as he held him close and rocked him back in forth in a slow, gentle motion.
“I’m sorry, Daddy… I don’t like disappointing you, and I should’ve paid more attention to the time. It won’t happen again, I promise… Are you still mad at me?” Tony sniffled as Steve wiped away his tears, earning a soft smile from his Daddy.
“No, of course I’m not mad at you anymore, baby boy. You accepted your spankings and you said you’re sorry. But if you do it again, I’m going to have to add time out in the corner to your punishment, understand?” Daddy answered in a soft, sweet voice, soothing Tony and calming him down.
“Yes I do, Daddy. I’ll do better next time, and I mean it. Cross my heart and hope to die if I’m lying to you right now,” Tony responded sincerely as he made the shape of a cross with his right index finger over his heart to further make his point.
“Okay, my little smart-ass… I love you baby boy,” Daddy assured Tony as he pressed a tender kiss to his sub’s lips.
Tony stopped crying, and he let out a loud, drawn out yawn. He was exhausted both physically and emotionally, and now that he’d been trained to go to bed at a reasonable hour Tony found it was difficult to stay awake much past twelve-thirty in the morning. Daddy carefully lifted himself up off of the bed with Tony still in his arms, and he walked over to the left hand side of the bed. He slowly lowered Tony onto the bed, and he covered him with blankets to keep him warm. After he tucked Tony in, Daddy gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and assumed his position on the other side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Tony and the two fell asleep, both feeling reassured and content in the strength of their love.
Learning about sexuality in so many forms, I value when people who have a gender and/or anatomy different than my own share their experiences. Looking at the video prompt Kayla gave us, I was lead to two thoughts: 1) guys with weight problems sometimes experience erectile dysfunction and 2) Gaelan and a dildo. I wanted to write in The Queen's POV and let meant approaching Gaelan's obesity as his Master experiences his boy as wonderfully attractive- rolls and all.
Safer sex note: because of the testing schedule The Queen maintains in his polyamorous family, they don't use condoms. Using coconut oil as lubricant is wonderful (I often do), but it's only good when you don't have to use a latex barrier.
"Now I saw an intriguing video of a man fucking himself on a dildo, but I do not want to make you work for your orgasm." The Queen traced his finger down the middle of Gaelan's naked chest.
"My Queen?" Gaelan moaned.
"I think this body prop should bring you up to the right height."
"Right height, my Queen?"
"Yes, love." The Queen brushed his dry fingers over Gaelan's magnificently hairy asshole.
Gaelan trembled against the foam.
"Here, my gorgeous boy." The Queen collected a fingerful of the new coconut oil-based lube Tommy had made for this play. He rubbed it over Gaelan's puckered asshole before grabbing more.
Moving his hips, Gaelan encouraged The Queen to penetrate him.
"Tell me what you want, love," The Queen growled.
"I want to feel your finger inside my ass, my Queen," Gaelan begged.
Grasping another fingerful of lube, The Queen gently pressed the tip of his finger against the muscles that strove to keep him out despite Gaelan's pleading.
"Yes, yes, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered. He pushed down as The Queen slowly penetrated him.
"Are you not going to beg to know more?"
"No, my Queen. I trust you, my Queen."
"That arouses me far more than you may ever know." The Queen leaned over and kissed Gaelan's tummy rolls repeatedly. He withdrew his finger and brought the fucking machine closer.
"My Queen, thank you," Gaelan sobbed, as if imagining the waiting pleasure.
"You are welcome, my love, my sweetest boy." The Queen slathered the rainbow-colored dildo with lubricant. He held on of Gaelan's asscheeks as he brought the machine forward, as the silicone eased into the asshole shining with oil. Once the dildo was shallowly seated within Gaelan, he took his greased hand to caress his boy's soft cock. "I want you to feel good, whether you get an erection or not, whether you feel the impulse to ejaculate or not. No begging for permission for anything, my love."
"Yes, thanks, my Queen." Gaelan's eyelids slid down as The Queen started the machine, its thrusts gentle and regular as the dildo went deeper into him.
The Queen crouched near Gaelan's chest. He rested his cheek so his lips pressed against one nipple. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes, thanks, my Queen," Gaelan hissed with his pleasure.
"I love watching you feel so much," The Queen cooed before kissing the nipple that rested against his lips. He smiled when Gaelan wrapped his arms awkwardly around his neck and shoulders to hold on through his ecstasy.
"My Queen! Love you, my Queen! Thanks. Oh, yes!"
The Queen tightened his neck, choosing to avoid damaging Gaelan's pleasure by the acknowledgment of him having an erection or not. "Love you, my pooka."
"Please kiss me, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out.
The Queen possessed Gaelan's lips with a hard kiss. He thrust his tongue into Gaelan's mouth, his hands moving to cup his submissive's head. His arousal tightened and then relaxed in his body. He pressed his pelvis against the foam. His eyes closed.
"Love, thanks, uh, Queen, yes," Gaelan babbled against The Queen's lips.
Hungry for his love, The Queen started kissing Gaelan again as he came in his jeans, the warm cum encouraging his cock to slide against the inside of the zipper. He opened his eyes to see Gaelan's face tighten. He started the kiss again before Gaelan could beg. He kissed through the quivering release that he figured would mean cum in his hair as it moved against his love's stomach. He kissed Gaelan until the pressure of his jeans became too much and he backed off the kiss.
"Thanks, my Queen," Gaelan said the moment his lips were free. His eyes rolled up in his head. "My Queen, I... I can't... more."
The Queen pressed the off button on the fucking machine. "My love, my life, let us go shower."
"Yes, my Queen."