eXcessively pleasurable fiction

from the sweet to the forbidden

eXcessica

gay male

bdsm

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Length: Short Story

Heat Level: eXcess 4

Price: $2.99

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Warnings: This title contains graphic language, elements of bdsm, fetish, sex toys as well as m/m, anal and group sex.

A young man’s personal experience cautionary tale of falling ever deeper under the sway of a practitioner of one the most dangerous and invasive and least discussed and written of male sexual practices—sounding—in his pursuit of being totally and fully dominated and possessed. How fully can he be taken? Will he succumb to the satanic magician or escape the wand of control invading his very being?

Review by Emily, Rainbow Reviews

This is a wild ride from beginning to end, with graphic and intense descriptions of both physical and mental trials. The scenes are both explicit and erotic and it is captivating to watch as the young man begins to embrace the level of domination he deeply desires. For those who enjoy domination stories, this is an excellent selection which delves into a level of possession that few are willing to explore. I recommend this story for readers who are open to very rough treatment as there is quite a bit of pain involved but it leads to unparalleled levels of pleasure. These are some of the most intense domination scenes I have ever read and they continue to resonate long after reading.

EXCERPT:

As the dark angel worked his hand under the waistband of my trousers and cupped my balls and played with my cock, my attention went back to the stage, where I saw the young man straining his muscles, his head thrown back, emitting loud moans from a slack, stretched mouth.

And then I saw why, and I involuntarily tensed inside the dark angel’s embrace. The burly dominator was kneeling at the end of the high side of the wedge, between the receiver’s wide-spread, cuffed legs. He was holding the end of a silver, curved, rather thin wand between two of his fingers. And he was slowly pushing it into the piss slit of the young man. As it slid in farther, the young man was panting hard and crying out a series of “yeses,” which was the only indication I had that he was enjoying this invasion of the most intimate area of his body. The burly man twirled the wand slighting inside the slit, and the young man groaned and grunted his ecstasy.

And then the wand was being extracted—slowly and dramatically. A sigh went through the audience. When extracted, it looked like a good six inches had been inside the slit.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe and discovered that this was largely because the dark angel was holding me tight, almost smothering me in his embrace. And he was humming softly to himself.