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GAY BDSM ALPHA-MALE BUNDLE (Buck Wilde)


GAY BDSM ALPHA-MALE BUNDLE by Buck Wilde

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These books contain Very Naughty Erotica themes of Gay Alpha Male, BDSM, Bondage, Spanking, Punishment, Domination and Submission as well as the use of BDSM devices.

Book 1 "Blackmailed By My Neighbor"
Book 2 "Fresh Submissive"
Book 3 "Dominating My Master"

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 2 / 2017

No. words: 16717

Style: Male Dom - M/M, Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual BDSM

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  PDF  MS Reader  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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From Book 1: "Blackmailed By My Neighbor"

I live with my uncle and take care of him because my parents don't want to shell out for an assisted living facility. I work nights as a waiter so the arrangement suits me and my schedule well enough, but I barely earn enough to make ends meet. He’s got a nice little house with a garden out back and it’s very secluded, or so I thought. I also thought it would be the perfect place to grow a little something to make a bit of extra money on the side.

One night, after I’d put my uncle to bed, around 9pm or so, there was some knocking on the door downstairs. As I was heading to the front door, I had noticed all the commotion was coming from the backdoor. I thought, “Who the hell could it be and at this hour?” But then I thought about my little side venture growing out back, so I rushed over to find out what the hell was someone doing back there. Was it the cops? With a lot of trepidation, I looked out the window only to see the next door neighbor standing there, twirling something in his hand. Holy Shit!

I opened the door, trying to play it cool by saying, "Hi Mr. Rogers! What are you doing here?"

Mr. Rogers was a 40-something bachelor, a widower who filled in as a part-time mechanic when he wasn't puttering around in his garage or out running errands. He grinned and replied, "Well Trace, I was trimming my peach tree and dropped the saw over into your yard, so I hopped over to go get it, and noticed some odd plants with these extremely unmistakable shoots." He brought the strange looking leaf up to my face as I attempted to think of some reason to give him, yet nothing came out, so he proceeded with, "Now I know you youngsters have an exceptionally ‘live and let live’ perspective on pot, shit, I've smoked a joint or two myself, in my day. But I’m afraid the police wouldn’t have the same reaction to this as I have, and if somehow, someone managed to call them you would certainly go to jail for quite a long while, and we wouldn't want that, would we?

I shook my head and begged, "It would be great if you Mr. Rogers, Carl, wouldn't turn me in, I'll pay you, I'll do anything you ask, but please, I beg of you, don't call the police!"

He grinned and replied, "I don't need your cash Trace, yet I like this subservience of yours, this pleading side of you and I think we can find something that suits both our needs."

With that he ran his hand up from my abs, to my firm chest to pinch my nipple, making it plentifully clear what he was implying. I nearly tore his hand away and punched him in the face, however I understood that there was no other way out of this, so I took a deep, shivering breath and simply let him grab at me. His other hand began following my stomach along the highest point of my jeans as he said, "Great, now, is your uncle sleeping and will he likely wake up?"


From Book 2: “Fresh Submissive”

I checked myself out in the mirror, for the fourth time that morning. My nicely pressed white oxford button down dress shirt fit perfectly. It was tailored enough to accentuate my V-shaped torso and compact frame, but not so tight as to make me look like a door bouncer at some night club.

My navy blue suit was also cut just right, thank goodness my uncle hooked me up with his trusted tailor. Everything fit just right and for the first time in my life, I looked like a business professional, ready to tackle any task assigned.

My blond hair was kept stylishly short and I made a special trip to the barber’s for the full-on treatment just the day before. My new haircut and suiting made my inexperienced nineteen-year-old self look a little older, more sophisticated and professional than I actually was.

Thus, I was now satisfied that I was ready to start my very first day as a full-time executive assistant.

While I left my bedroom, I heard my Uncle's advice starting from his bedroom before he was able to corner me off before I hit the stairs.

"Remember, you are not just some ‘clerk’, you are a professional executive assistant. A professional must always be on time, do his job well, and look every bit the part. That's why everything must always look immaculate. You are after all the very first person a potential client will come in contact with when they enter the boss’s office."

"Yes Uncle Joseph," I replied.

"Also remember, a professional executive assistant always does what their employer requests from him. There is no such thing as a task too small. There’s one more thing you must always remember from day one and that is, Johnathan Priestly is not to be called just ‘Johnathan’. You must always address him as Mr. Priestly, or Sir."

“I'll remember Uncle Joseph, now please, you don’t want me to be late for my first day do you?”

“No Gareth, of course not, go on, have a great day!”

I pulled into the parking lot and already had an assigned spot.

I walked to the front of the building and peered up the glass edifice, it all seemed to big and official. I hoped that I wouldn’t fuck this up. I walked into the building, checked in with the concierge who activated my badge for the first time and rode the elevator all the way to the top floor.

Walking to the company’s entrance, I put my badge to the door, and it opened right away.

I settled into my desk, logged on for the very first time and checked my email. After the first ‘Welcome to the company email, I was given a list of the tasks I needed to accomplish for the day and a general reminder of my responsibilities. I then set out to follow the tasks that had been assigned to me and went to work.

First on the list, the coffee, of course, I made a fresh pot for the boss. I placed a cup on the coffee warmer by my boss’s desk, laid out his morning paper that I'd bought at the newsstand in the lobby beforehand, and then went over the list of my boss’s daily appointments and planner.

Mr. Priestly only had three meetings scheduled for the whole day.

I immediately looked up the file for the first meeting of the day on my tablet, so that Mr. Priestly could go over it before his client came in. I placed the appropriate files for his other meetings in bookmarks so that he could quickly refer to them if needed.

Then, I took out the paper files from the file cabinet for each client that was on my list and sorted through them, arranging the appropriate file and matching them to their scheduled appointments according to the list.

When Mr. Priestly entered his office, he seemed to immediately notice with satisfaction that everything was ready to go for the day. He even gave me a once over, that seemed to linger a little too long, to see if I looked satisfactory.

I was ready and eager to please my boss.

"Good morning to you Mr. Winters. Welcome to your first day.”


From Book 3: “Dominating My Master”

My eyes close as I am sitting here waiting for him and my mind goes off and begins to dream. Maybe he’ll let me live out my own fantasies tonight. Fantasies I have not yet confided to him. Fantasies that I have thought long and deep about for some time, but am afraid to confess to him with. I am anxious to see what he would think of them and of me for thinking them. He’ll be here soon, so I decide to get up and go into the bedroom to make sure that everything is laid out as I have planned. I check to see that everything is laid out, creating the desired effect. The cuffs and black silk blindfold are on the nightstand, the chains, and their bindings are already fastened to the bedposts on this specially constructed bed, custom ordered for our purposes. The candles are already lit, flickering in the background, along with soft music playing to complete the ambiance for the evening.

I go into the bathroom and brush back my wavy brown hair and choose a soft erotic scent to tempt him tonight. As I walk back into the living room, I anxiously wait for the knock on the door that I know is coming at any minute.

Then I hear the faint sound of a car door and a chuckle. He’s arrived. I go and take my position at the door, waiting for his knock. Then I open the door smiling, looking into his own grinning eyes as I feel my heart skip a beat, he creates all of these mixed up feelings inside me. He steps in and I shut the door along with the world outside of it, locking us in. I turn around to see him leering, menacingly behind me, even though that wasn’t his intention, he takes his hand out and strokes my hair, and then grips it pulling me into him helplessly, he whispers into my ear “Hello Darling" as his lips then gently kiss me, soft and tenderly we kiss are tongues lightly dance together as they are reintroduced. He hears me groan softly while his kiss deepens and then he parts. His hand releases my hair, as it follows softly down my neck before stopping to pinch my pecs and it brings out a laugh.

I reach up to take his hand, looking him in the eye. Smiling into his eyes, I ask, “Tonight Master can I lead?" He smiles at me and sees the growing excitement in my eyes, "Yes you can my sweet boy, "he says, barely able to contain his own smile which had given him away. It’s now my turn as I move walking by him. I turn around and with one finger beckon him to follow, and he obeys, a smile forming on his face. Walking into the bedroom, he follows me close behind, he walks in and the first thing he sees are the candles burning, with me standing by the prepared bed. I tell him to come to me and he obeys, wondering what I had in store for him tonight.

I reach up and begin unbuttoning his shirt as he looks down at me. I try to concentrate on what I am doing, trying not to give off any signs of weakness or apprehension. I pull it off of him and drop it to the floor between us. I take my hands and begin running them over his broad muscular chest and tweak his nipples as he smiles and jumps up a bit. I look into his eyes and smile before taking my tongue and tickling his nipples. I move over to the side of the bed and sit pulling him down to me, I unbuckle the belt on his trousers and let them too, fall to the floor. As I do, I could see a wet spot on his boxers emanating from the pre-cum on the head of his, thick hard manhood. Already excited by what I’ve done so far. I press my hand over his crotch and hear him moan. I look up at him and there he is smiling down upon me. He knows what I want, what I need. He eases his boxers off the rest of the way and I reach up and help him release his cock from its trapped tight encasing as I lick my lips and smile.





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