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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 1 TO 3


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In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro must now become a sex slave in his enemy camp. He will be stripped, bound, punished, humiliated, and used in ways he would never have imagined.

But Prince Miro plans to escape, and in the process, assassinate King Jai. Can he do it?

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Prince Miro's Capture (Amazon US Top 65 Erotica, 1PFR Top 2, All Romance Ebooks Bestseller and Bookstrand Top 35 Bestseller)
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THE ROYAL CAPTIVE: VOL 4 TO 6

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The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, Miro makes plans to escape. He embarks upon an ambitious plan to seduce Dio, Jai’s handsome and innocent younger brother. But Dio has fallen in love with him. When the time comes, can he betray Dio’s trust?


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Prince Miro's Punishment (1PFR Top 3, Bookstrand Top 65 and All Romance Ebooks Bestseller)
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Open Your Legs for My Family

THE BESTSELLING ‘INITIATION’ SERIES CONTINUES!

Shy freshman Gina Wesley is desperately in love with her new boyfriend, the gorgeous Max Devlin. She’s both elated and scared when he takes her home to meet his super-rich family.

Max’s sister hates her on sight, but his strikingly handsome twin brothers think Gina has a lot to offer. They invite her to a beach barbecue that involves a whole lot of creative swimwear, public exhibition and juicy meat sausages of a different variety.

Has Gina bitten off more than she can chew?

This 12,300 word BDSM novelette is Volume 1 of the ‘Initiation 2’ series.


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He makes me face the mirror in the dresser. I’m naked, with just the loop end of the silken thread peeping from my pussy. My eyes are wide in my innocent-looking face and I realize how young I seem. My breasts are high in my chest. My nipples are large and red. My pussy is shaven clean and devoid of pubic hair bristles, the way Max likes it.

“You’re so beautiful, babe,” Max says, nuzzling my neck. His hands grope my tits. In the mirror, he’s a blond Adonis, more splendid than anything I have ever seen.

He helps me put on my beachwear. It’s a yellow sling bikini. The significance of that color is not lost on me. The sling is looped behind my neck, and the two slender ribbons of material are strung tightly down my torso, revealing three quarters of my areolas. My erect nipples strain prominently against the synthetic fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. My red areolas flower around their barely-there casings.

Further downward, the yellow ribbons taper to a narrow common point which shields only the bottom half of my clitoris. The top halves of my clit and pussy lips are bared in pretty much the way a chest cleavage is revealed. Behind, the ribbons gather in a string that buries itself snugly in between my jostling buttock cheeks. This is connected to a horizontal string that straddles my hips.

When the entire ensemble is complete, the crotch of Max’s jeans is tented. His hand fumbles at his zipper. With the Ben Wa balls squishing in my pussy juices and my own stark image in the mirror, I’m pretty stimulated myself.

“Oh Max, please fuck me,” I plead, leaning against the mirror,

He presses his mouth to mine. A long-drawn, intimate, tongue-filled kiss.

“Later,” he says in a throaty voice. He grabs my arm. “Come on. Let’s go down to the beach.”

I hesitate. “Wait. You mean you want me to go down to meet your family . . . wearing this?”

I had thought this outfit was for our private sexual play in the bedroom.

His expression is stoic, although the corners of his mouth threaten to curl. “Yes.”

“Won’t they be . . . shocked?” I can already picture the stoniness on Alice’s perfect features.

The blood is rushing to my cheeks.

“Of course they would. That’s exactly the effect we’re aiming for.”

His hand squeezes my right buttock. “Come on, Gina. It’ll be fun, I promise you. You’re going to love every minute of it.”

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

18-year-old Mika Jamison is in serious trouble. Her orphanage mistress has found out what she has done and throws her out into the streets. Mika goes to the only foster parents who will take her - deep in corn country where there is scarcely a soul around.

When a prison chain gang comes around to dig the trenches, the horny Mika hatches a devious plan - involving a sponge, a bucket and a hose - to get the able-bodied and very attractive men to fuck her. She has her eye especially on the towering Sully, a black prisoner with the largest cock she has ever seen.

But things take an unexpected turn - something even Mika can't predict.

This novelette (13,400 words) is Volume THREE of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series.

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I guess I didn't know what I was getting into.

No, I mean I really didn't, and what ultimately happened thereafter is not what you think either.

We are in the barn. Like I said, I know the Cantwells are going to be away practically the whole day. Karen's psychiatrist apparently doesn't keep to his appointment times, and there's a long wait even if you get there before your appointment time. Sucks for Karen and Bert. Good for me.

This is the scenario.

The guards have decided that the prisoners are too dangerous to let loose, even when they are standing watch over them with cocked rifles. So there will be some compromises.

The whole barn atmosphere reeks of forbidden danger and tenseness, or maybe it's just the brittle iron smell of old farm machinery.

The barn has a high vaulted ceiling with plenty of loft space. There are no bales of hay, seeing as we have no livestock. The wooden floor is old and planked. There's a musty tarpaulin stacked away in a corner, and I drag this out and unroll it on the floor.

The prisoners all look as if parole and Thanksgiving and Christmas all bunched up into one has arrived early for them in a veritable goodie bag. They are all grinning from ear to ear as they shrug off their orange jumpsuits and tear off their briefs. Toned and scorching hot bodies are revealed one by one, and those who are already in their boxers strip those off as well.

Ten rock hard cocks of varying sizes all spring to attention.

I have my eye on several. Big Black's cock is a cannon. I swear it's the largest and longest cock I have ever laid eyes on. It rises from his tuft of black wiry hair like a monolith. Its smooth mushroom head is surprisingly circumcised. His shaft is as sweetly chocolate-colored as the rest of his powerfully muscled skin.

Oh my.

Albino's schlong is thinner, but it spans a good eight inches long. In fact, I haven't seen a cock amongst the bunch that I don't like.
My clothes are literally screaming to fall off me. I undress quickly, peeling off my wet blouse and skirt. As I busy myself, two of the guards put the wrist shackles back on the prisoners. That's the deal, you see. They get me, but only if they are nicely bound in irons. For my safety as much as the guards'.

I unhook my bra from behind and my breasts pop out in all their naked and lush glory. I swear I can see the drool spilling out of the men's mouths. I strip off my thong. There, I'm naked now but for my high heels, and these I will keep.

I wonder if someone will offer to cuff me. Since my stint in the jail cell, I've developed nightly fantasies of being handcuffed to the bars and taken from behind.

You can light the air with a match from the scorching gazes that my naked body has generated. The prisoners look hungry enough to run to me, club me over the head, caveman-style, and take me then and there.

But the guards have other plans.

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

When her gorgeous boyfriend invites Mika Jamison to a sex session in the woods, little does she know what awaits her.

Two police officers find her in a very compromising position in the car, involving the hood, the trunk and a gearbox. They haul her, naked, to the police station, where they subject her to a body search she will never forget.

Handcuffed and vulnerable, Mika is given a choice. Say “yes” to whatever mysterious things they will do to her, and they’ll drop all charges.

Will the scared but horny Mika take the bait?

This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Volume TWO of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series.

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After we are fingerprinted, we are taken – still naked – to be photographed. Sam positions the camera to include my tits in their entirety. I can’t help but feel that something is amiss, and I’m being violated more than the usual person. It is only because I am so used to exhibitionism that I’m not kicking up a fuss.

They handcuff us again after the mug shots and lead us into a small interrogation room. A table with a couple of chairs makes up the only furniture. A box of latex gloves is placed suggestively in the middle of the table.

Officer Pat Granger pushes Jake down on the table, abdomen first, so that his butt juts out.

“You can’t do this,” Jake yells. “I have rights! You haven’t read me my rights.”

Pat replies smoothly, “You’re a drug mule and you have no rights in here where we’re concerned. You want your phone call? Who you’re gonna call? Your rich Daddy? How’s he gonna react when you tell him you’ve been hauled up for drug possession? You’re seeing five years in the slammer, at least.”

Jake’s blood drains out of his face.

I guess that’s why he didn’t protest too much when Pat straps on a pair of latex gloves and inserts two fingers rudely up his anus. Jake grunts as the fingers make a thorough sweep of his asshole. I know the last thing Jake wants is for his Dad to find out . . . and find out he definitely will. Jake’s college degree is already being threatened, but now he’s looking at the deep black hole of being completely cut out from his family.

I don’t know if Jake’s asshole has ever been violated before, but he grits his teeth and bears it like a man. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying it though, but maybe that’s because Pat’s fingers are so forceful.

Then it’s my turn.

Officer Sam Hanson, who seems to have taken a shine to me, bends me over the table. He starts with my asshole first – two fingers in, as deep as they can go. He makes several thorough rotations. I close my eyes, guilty that I’m actually relishing the feel of having something in my ass again.

Then he pulls me up and makes me lie on the table, legs apart. All three officers close in, their attention rapt on my exposed pussy.

“Never seen something like that in all my life,” says Officer Albin.

I guess he’s referring to my elongated inner pussy lips.

I tense, waiting for the inevitable vaginal inspection. I am not disappointed. Sam peels open my pussy lips, all four of them, and holds them wide apart. My wrists have been cuffed behind my back and I’m now lying on my affixed arms. The other policemen crowd in for the view while Jake – standing across the table –looks on in despair.

“Fucking fantastic cunt,” says Pat.

“Wet as a leaky hose. See all that cum coming out of her twat?” Sam runs his gloved finger up and down my clit, stimulating my sensitive nerve fibers.

He shoves two fingers up my vulva. I gasp at the roughness of his invasion. The fingers are merciless, going up as far as they would go – exploring the oblong boxlike confines of my vagina. A spool of pleasure uncurls within me as they rub against my G-spot.

“There might be drugs up that snatch, ya never know. Looks deep enough,” Dan drawls. “What do you say to a little further probing?”

I’m apprehensive as to what this means. Sam spreads my legs farther apart. Grinning, he says to me, “Take a deep breath.”

I have been warned, I suppose. Sam shapes his gloved hand into a beak. Then he shoves his entire hand into my pussy.

Prince Miro's Final Confrontation

Having escaped from his captor’s palace, the strikingly handsome Prince Miro must now make his way to his father’s lands. But first, he must fulfill his promise to the wine merchant who has secreted him out . . . a promise that entails a strange and unusual sexual practice that is foreign to Miro’s sensibilities.

But all hell breaks loose as Miro is found and caught. Now Miro will be executed in a manner befitting an enemy of the state. Is he doomed to die tragically or will he find a way to survive?

This BDSM novelette (15,000 words) is the final book in ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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They haul me out into the sunshine, where a soft breeze cools my naked body and caresses the tendrils of my hair. The town square is not far from the inn. Soldiers and curious townsfolk pack the area, and the air is filled with chatter, birdsong and freshly baked bread.

A forbidding iron structure has already been erected in the middle of the square. Unlike the previous ones I had been tethered to, this one has a horizontal beam that is much lower, and two vertical beams that support it from the ground. A tortuous-looking iron circle forms the center of the horizontal beam.

My heart sinks.

They place my neck into this iron collar and fasten the clasps. The metal is cold against my skin, and tight – so that I am constantly able to feel the merciless circlet around every part of my flesh. It is not tight enough to choke me, however. My wrists are strapped by leather bonds to the vertical beams, as are my ankles.

My final position is one that requires me to stand with my legs apart. I am still unable to see Tia or Dio anywhere amongst the crowd.

Spirus notices me worriedly scanning the faces.

“No doubt you are wondering about the fates of your friends. All will be revealed shortly.”

“If you’re going to whip me, why don’t you just get it over with?” I snap.

“Whip you?” Spirus laughs. “Oh no. You don’t get off that easily. From what I saw last, you quite enjoyed your little public flagellation, especially when it’s done in the expert hands of a master such as I.”

I glower at him. What he says has truth, but I’m not going to admit it to someone as despicable as him.

Spirus continues, “No, no. What I will suggest to Queen Ariya when she gets here will be quite, quite different. And dangerous. I daresay you will not come out of it alive. The whole thing will be over before King Jai hears of it and even he won’t be able to save you by then.”

I can’t help but feel a frisson of fear run down my spine, no matter how much I braved myself for this. I’ve always told myself, as a soldier and commander of men, that I am prepared for death any time in battle.

But execution is something different. Execution is timed – you will know the exact moment of your death.

Why shouldn’t they execute me? My father is already rampaging at their doorstep, whether or not I am dead. Why not deal a blow to the old man that might finish him off once and for all?

“If you plan to kill me, at least let my friends go,” I say, gritting my teeth. “They had no part in this. I planned and carried out the whole thing. Tia was an unwilling participant. Dio was my hostage . . . I threatened to kill him if he so much as screamed.”

My chest is reverberating with the forceful thuds of my betraying heart. I can only hope Spirus will believe me. If anyone is to die, I should be the only one.

For answer, Spirus merely smiles. His hand dips down and seizes my strapped cock. It is semi-limp for now, but under Spirus’s ministrations, it becomes hard. His other hand pinches my right buttock – so painfully that I have to steel myself not to wince.

“You never could lie well, Prince Miro. Your friends have confessed to aiding and abetting you in their futile attempts to save your life. They will be dealt with in their own way – severely.”

I swallow. “But Dio is a prince! Your prince!”

“Indeed. I’ll leave it to his mother to handle him. But you are mine until her arrival. Mine to use in any which way I choose. I hope you have the stomach for what is about to happen to you.”

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Shy freshman Gina Wesley wants desperately to get into the greatest club her college has ever known. Standing in her way is the gorgeous Max Devlin.

She will now be subjected to five different levels of initiation . . . involving metal clamps, mysterious bondage contraptions, huge dildos, exhibitionism, and more rock hard cocks than she has ever experienced.

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OPEN YOUR LEGS FOR ME (Amazon US Top 2 Erotica, Amazon US Top 40 Romance, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebook Bestseller)
BLINDFOLDED AND SPREAD-EAGLED (Amazon US Top 20 Erotica, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebook Bestseller)
THIGHS WIDE APART (Amazon US Top 15 Erotica, Bookstrand Top 75 and All Romance Ebook Bestseller)
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Prince Miro's Punishment

For some reason, this book is still only on PRE-ORDER on Bookstrand. This means they might find the image objectionable. Sigh, this is my second book in a row where retailers have found something wrong with either the description or image.


WARNING: Contains bondage, submission and domination themes that may be offensive to some.

The army camp is in turmoil. Prince Miro’s father has launched an attack on King Jai’s lands in retaliation for what Miro has been made to do during his sexual slavery.

As King Jai prepares to go to war, the staggeringly handsome Miro is stripped, bound and exhibited throughout his enemy’s capital. He is brought to Jai’s mother, the beauteous Queen Ariya, who introduces Miro’s long, hard cock and tight asshole to further sinful delights.

But Jai’s quiet brother lurks in the shadows, watching Miro from wounded eyes. What role will Miro play in his enemy’s strange family?


This BDSM novelette (13,500 words) is Book Four of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.

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The Queen gets up from her throne. She waves a diffident hand. “He will not be out of my sight, I assure you, good general. Does King Jai prohibit the sharing of his new plaything with his mother?”

The general smiles as he glances at me. “I’m sure His Majesty would not deny his own mother her little pleasures, my Queen.”

“Excellent.” The Queen descends onto the floor where I am set upon in my bonds. She studies the beams that are used to support me, as well as the little U-shaped stick holding my cock upright.

Her lily white hand darts out to stroke my shaft and penile head.

“Lovely, simply lovely,” she breathes. “I honestly don’t think I have seen anything so spectacular in a long time.”

She toggles the slim rod inside my penis.

“How firm and long it is,” she gushes.

I’m not sure she’s referring to the rod or my cock. She caresses my balls and tugs at the weights holding them down, and then goes behind me to observe the way the axe handle spears my anus.

“What a beautiful pattern the lash marks make,” she murmurs, her fingers pressing against my newly made strokes.

I steal a glance at my back and buttocks. They are striped with red crisscrosses, but there is not an open wound in sight. Spirus has whipped me well without causing me injury.

The Queen returns to my front again. Lightly flicking my nipple weights back and forth, she says to me, smiling, “I’ll take good care of you in my son’s absence, little pet. Just as you’ll take good care of me.”

My breath stills. Up close, she is even more beautiful than I have been led to believe. Her skin is alabaster, and her eyes deep wells of blue.

She turns to the youth in the white cape and beckons. “Come, Dio.”

The young man hesitates.

“Don’t be a rabbit. Come see the young prince from the enemy camp. It could be you in this state if you’d been caught by that awful King Aeschylus, my son.”

I bridle. My father would never mete out such treatment to his royal prisoners. He may torture them physically in the dungeons, of course, but never would he sexually toy with them. At least, not to my knowledge.

Prince Dio reluctantly rises from his chair. He gathers his white cape around him and takes small steps down the dais where the throne is situated. He joins his mother meekly.

His mother grasps his hand and makes him touch my tumescent shaft, as though he is a child who must be taught to milk his first cow.

“Feel it. Close your hands around it,” she orders.

I was a Teenage Nymphomaniac

17-year-old Mika Jamison is dark-haired, beautiful, and has tits described as “firm, luscious melons” sprouting from her chest. Her sweet pussy is blessed/cursed with an uncommon affliction that makes her always horny and wet.

When her boyfriend, Jake, invites two of his friends over for a private session with Mika in the school Chemistry lab, Mika discovers just how titillating and exciting certain lab instruments can be. That is . . . until they get caught by the Assistant Principal, a fearsome woman nicknamed the Dragon.

Will Mika be able to persuade the Dragon and the handsome school Principal to let her off?

This BDSM novelette (11,700 words) is Volume ONE of the TEENAGE NYMPHOMANIAC series.


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“Now, Mannie, what do you want to do to her tits?”

Manfred is so agog at the wonder of seeing and touching me that he can scarcely speak.

“Do you want to suck them?” Jake slyly suggests.

I lean forward in an encouraging manner while holding up my tits in my palms. Jake’s hand is on my ass as Chip and Manfred lower their mouths – one to my right nipple and the other to my left – to suckle. My nipples are already so erect and sensitive that I’m ready to explode, and it’s only the fact that my pussy is still encased in its panties that I manage to rein in my orgasm.

Hot, wet tongues lick my nipples. Warm inner cheeks suck and suck at them for all they are worth. I writhe and groan in exquisite agony. Four hands roam all over my breasts and belly, while one of them dips to underneath my skirt.

“Hold on.” Jake’s admonishing tone. “You haven’t paid for that yet, lover boy. Now do you dudes wanna see her cunt or not?”

Murmurs of agreement all over.

I’m a little uncomfortable to Jake referring to my erotic bits as ‘cunt’ – it seems so crude and vulgar somehow – but I suppose he does it in the heat of passion.

“Come on, beautiful,” Jake says in my ear as he unhooks my skirt from behind. I help him slide it off from under my buttocks and my thighs. My black stockings are of the garter variety, and they are held up by two thin synthetic material straps to a black garter belt around my lower waist. My panties are also black, and so wet that the crotch area actually feels heavy and is pulling the rest of it down.

The boys stare openly at my crotch.

“That will be ten dollars each,” Jake says, holding out his palm. “Pay up.”

Chip and Manfred do not tear their gazes from my crotch as they remove the bills from their wallets and hand them to Jake.

Jake grins as he flips the notes. “OK. Brace yourselves, kiddos. It’ll be quite a sight.”

The sides of my panties are conveniently worn on top of my garter straps. I initially meant Jake to pull my panties off and fuck me only with my garters and stockings on. Well, I guess I will have to contend with more than Jake.

Jake tugs my panties and slides them off my hips and thighs the same way he did my skirt. All eyes are on my exposed pussy as I open my legs wider for their inspection.

“Aaaah.”

“Ohhhh.”

“Do you see it?” Jake persists. “She has a most unusual cunt. A gold mine of a cunt.”

Prince Miro's Submission

The strikingly beautiful Prince Miro has become a sex slave in his enemy's camp. He is publicly displayed and degraded. His lush, firm buttocks are beaten repeatedly with a riding crop.

But the night awaits him with further torments. Prince Miro must now pleasure six battle-hardened generals . . . who will use him in ways he has never imagined possible.

This is Book Two of 'The Royal Captive' series.


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Spirus makes a face at her. He produces a fat wooden rod from behind his back. It is attached to a tail made from real chestnut horsehair. Several leather straps trail from its base. I gaze at it in wonder.

Spirus turns me around. "Bend over."

With mounting dread, I obey. Spirus parts my buttock cheeks and feels for my asshole.

"No." Tia stays his hand. "He is hurt enough already. He needs to heal. If you must do it, he needs lubrication."

Gratefully, I observe Tia as she covers the rod with a generous coating of unguent.

Spirus forces my upper body down on the bed as he prizes my anus open. I close my eyes as the cold, sticky rod slides into my numbed rectum, filling it. It's not as large as King Jai's cock, thank goodness, but it is extremely solid and hard. If I try to move, I can feel its ramrod presence within me, causing me to straighten my pelvic region.

Spirus secures its leather straps around my hips and waist. The horsetail sprouts from between my buttocks in a lavish plume.

I am now a beast of burden. Embarrassment washes in tides from my cheeks to my chest. Surely he does not mean to make me walk amongst the soldiers like this?

But Spirus has not finished humiliating me.

Massaging my cock back and forth in front of the watchful Tia, he ensures that it is firmly tumescent. He then reveals a thin black leather strap with several metal hooks. He ties this around the base of my penis, restricting my circulation so that my shaft is further engorged.

Spirus proceeds to clasp more thin black straps around my shaft - four in succession - as though my cock is a skein of hair that must be braided. My raised cock is now studded with these straps. The final one encircles my bulging purple glans tightly.

"Beautiful," Spirus breathes, admiring his handiwork.

He proceeds to clamp my nipples with two metal clips that bite down hard on my quivering, sensitive flesh. The clips are attached to two thin metal chains. He fastens these to the hooks on the black strap around my penis base so that I can barely stand straight.

My nipples are pulling my cock up in a contest of tightness. Or maybe my cock is pulling my nipples down.

Spirus goes to the entrance of the tent and lifts a flap.

"Bring it in," he orders.

Two guards enter, carrying a medium-sized wooden stock - the kind used to display prisoners at a marketplace to make them objects of ridicule and scorn. The stock has three holes - a large one in the middle and two smaller ones at the sides. A foot long wooden appendage juts out from the thin side of the stock at the level of the central hole.

Releasing several clasps, the guards part the stock longitudinally.

"Stand straight and lift your arms," Spirus commands me.

Tia looks away.

PRINCE MIRO'S CAPTURE

In a world ruled by the sword and brute strength, Prince Miro battles his father’s archenemy, King Jai, in single combat. He is soundly defeated. Instead of killing him, King Jai demands the stunningly handsome prince as tribute.

Prince Miro is stripped, cruelly bound, and publicly humiliated in ways he would never have imagined. But what mysterious ‘decorations’ and fate does the King have in store for the prince’s hard cock, firm balls and tight, virginal passages?

This is Book One of ‘The Royal Captive’ series.


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“Come,” he says, tugging me away by my cock. It is like a new toy he cannot bear to part with.

He leads me to a clearing between the tents. A wooden structure has been erected there, consisting of two vertical beams struck into the ground and a horizontal one connecting their tops. Ropes trail from the opposing ends of the horizontal beam.

Spirus and two other soldiers seize me and drag me to the structure. I gaze at the ropes in dismay as they bind my wrists to them. The soldiers haul the ropes higher so that I’m hanging from my straining arms, and my bare feet are hoisted above the ground. My abdomen contorts as they grab my legs and similarly tie my ankles to the opposing vertical beams. My body is viciously pulled into a taut ‘X’, with my only weight support coming from my bruised and chafed wrists.

Soldiers around us laugh and point at my dangling genitals. I’m beyond caring now. I rest my tired head against the bulging muscles of my right biceps. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see several boys setting up a palatial dais in front of me, and covering it with a tasseled woven carpet that must have hailed from the lands of Araby. They place a broad chair on top of the dais and scatter luxurious cushions upon its seat. A few semi-nude slave girls set a low table before the dais. Silver plates of sweetmeats and goblets of wine are laid upon the table.

Spirus twiddles my cock. In my tethered position, my genitals are at the level of his chest.

“Still limp,” he says with a frown. “King Jai would not like this.”
I’m not surprised. I’m exhausted and my body is wracked with little pains.
My survival is paramount. Sex is the last thing on my mind.

“Maybe he needs some help from your hand, Spirus,” says another soldier with a grin.

Spirus begins to massage my cock. His rough palm squeezes and slides down my shaft and head with hard, rapid strokes. I draw in a sharp breath as blood begins to fill my cock.

The soldiers laugh as Spirus continues to pump my penis with the alacrity of an ironmonger stoking a bellows. Finally, my cock stands erect in all its tumescent glory.

“Beautiful,” Spirus breathes, slapping it so that it bounces several times.

“How long do you reckon it is?” asks a soldier.

An industrious boy servant comes up with a measuring instrument. Spirus holds it against my cock.

“Easily a foot long,” he declares proudly, as though he has grown it himself. “Lovely and thick.”

“Then bind it quickly before it deflates.”

Spirus produces a thin leather strap and circles the base of my cock with it, squeezing it so that my shaft becomes further engorged. He wraps the rest of the strap around my testicles. My genitals are now very prominent, bulging from my groin like swollen fruits.

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Shy freshman Gina Wesley has passed Level One of her initiation. Now gorgeous Max Devlin is passing her through the hoops . . . and clitoris clamps . . . of Level Two.

Gina must now play a guessing game with her mouth and other lovely holes . . . involving a blindfold, a salami and the three very huge and rock-hard cocks of Max’s friends.


This is Book Two of the Initiation series.


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“Who do we have here?” the black youth growls softly.

All three roam their eyes over my protuberant nipples and the lines of my tight skirt.

“A freshman in need of initiation.” Devlin grins, squeezing my right buttock underneath the slithery material of my skirt. “Her name is Gina but

I prefer to call her Gia. Gia, meet Thomas . . . ”

The goateed man nods, smiling lasciviously.

“ . . . Santos . . . and Grady.”

Thomas scoots into the far end of his berth while Santos and Grady continue to lounge on the other side, grinning.

“Surely you don’t need an invitation.” Thomas pats the empty seat beside him.

Devlin motions at me to sit. My pulse hammers my throat as I slide my buttocks across the hard seat. Devlin gets in after me. I’m hemmed in by Thomas on my right and Devlin on the other. The beads of my clit clamp clicks softly like miniature castanets.

“That’s not how you sit, freshman.” Devlin’s voice is suddenly hard.

He makes me raise my buttocks. Then he lifts the back of my skirt and makes me sit down again. This time, my entire ass and pussy are in contact with the torn and dirty seat. A particularly sharp edge of a peeling hole, sprouting old and yellowed foam, digs into the skin of my anus.

“Open your legs,” Devlin commands.

I hasten to obey. The grins on the faces of the youths spread wider. Thomas grabs my right thigh as it brushes against him.

“Put it right here, baby,” he whispers. He vaults my right leg across his lap so that it is hooked around his left knee. His hand rests on the soft underside of my right thigh.

“So smooth,” he murmurs, stroking my silky, milk-white skin, “so virginal.”

A shudder ripples through me.

Devlin repeats this with my left leg, so that I’m spread-eagled in the middle between them. The berth is placed a fair distance from the table, so that whatever wares I’m displaying can be clearly seen by Santos and Grady from across. The overhead lamp is yellow and stark. The light throws my mount into stark relief. My pussy – soaking in its own juices – is once again exposed . . . to three strangers this time, not just Devlin.