Discipline and Domination

Discipline and Domination contains three Gay BDSM-themed stories of intense eroticism, dominance and submission, discipline, spanking, and humiliation in all forms.

His Turn to Submit

After a series of relationships sabotaged by his own controlling ways, Daniel returns to the man he remembers being happiest with, only to find him changed. Connor has learned a lot about himself and about the world since they were last together, and if Daniel wants to be with him now, he will be the one to surrender control. A fulfilling and charged relationship may await, but only after Connor has made Daniel suffer for his past transgressions and made it very, very clear who is the dominant and who is the submissive.

Desperate to Be Dominated

Mitchell has been meeting his dom irregularly for the better part of 3 months. He has never experienced anything as powerful, fulfilling, or seductive as his submission to the mysterious Mr. A. But their meetings are sporadic and he is desperate for more. Tormented by needs he never knew he had and which only Mr. A can satisfy, he searches the nearby residential areas until he glimpses Mr. A through an open window. He approaches the house, prepared to beg for more, only to uncover an unwelcome surprise and reap the penalties and pleasures of his disobedient arrival.

Learning to Please

As much as his master appreciates Richard's inviting, submissive body, his behavior can leave something to be desired. On a morning when Richard oversleeps and goes to his master later than expected, his interrogation reveals that he often touches himself after their sessions together when he has not been allowed release. His disobedience, his master informs him, reveals not only that he does not understand what it is to obey, but that he does not understand the great pleasure and gratitude that lie within true submission. But lest he worry, the master is here to instruct him.

Excerpt:

"Now," he said. "Look in the mirror."

I turned and saw myself, pale and feeling a little scrawny as I stood fully naked in this strange building and in this strange room. My face was flushed and my cock stood straight out pointing at me in the mirror's reflection. Next to me stood Connor, still in his suit and with his intense eyes alight. Though I didn't entirely understand why, it was incredibly arousing to see myself naked and vulnerable beside this man, handsome and powerful and well-clothed.

"This is your uniform," he explained. "When you are in this room, this is how I expect you to present yourself. You are to be available to me in whatever way I deem necessary, whether for punishment or satisfaction or reward. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I said quietly.

"Good. Then go and bring me that chair against the wall."

I turned and noticed for the first time a grey folding chair propped against the wall. I went and brought it to him. The metal was cool against my fingers and my hip as I carried it.

"Set it here," he instructed, indicating directly in front of him.

I unfolded it and set it on the ground. He took a seat in it.

"Now lie on my lap, here."

I regarded him nervously, but when I hesitated his eyes rose to meet mine, coolly expectant. I took in a shallow breath and then bent over and draped myself awkwardly over his knees. My stomach brushed over the soft cloth of his pants and I rested my palms against the floor in front of my face. Lowering myself down, my stiff cock found its way into the space between his knees.