Keith Mitchell, an orphan living with his Godfather who is a pastor, he is the only male in his church choir, he gets job as the personal assistant of the new church member. He soon realises that being a PA isn't all he has to do for this man. Will he refuse, quit and go back to being his Godfather's burden or will he stay and realise that he may not be as straight as a pole as he'd claim? BDSM warning so if you're not comfortable with books with this content...you can move on

"Meat" has been a call-guy in Chicago's gay district for over a year and seems largely satisfied with his job. Until a peculiar new client makes him question if he should be serving his meat to everyone.

This is Benji's story (from Breaking Finn) and how he met Ajax. Benji is 19, he suffers from A.D.H.D. (Attention Deficit and Hyperactivity Disorder), but with a lot of support from his family and his best friend he has learned to cope well with it and is now in his first year at U.C.L.A. His friend Jamie brings him with her to a club and he is introduced into the bdsm lifestyle. His interest is piqued and after training to be a sub, he is matched with a Dom, Ajax. This is a bxb (or mxm) story with light bdsm and explicit sexual encounters. If you are at all offended by any of this, please, just walk away from this story. My writing is certainly not for everyone and that's okay. I use models in my stories to represent characters. For me it helps me to fully engage with the character if I have a face and I think the readers might feel the same. However, my use of their pictures has no connection with the models themselves. I do not know any of them (unfortunately), I do not know their sexual preferences or their lifestyle so any depiction in my story has nothing to do with the person in real life. I also like to add songs/videos to my chapters and most of the time the music reflects the chapter somehow, so it's definitely worth listening to them if you are able. My stories are works of fiction. They are subject to copyright legislation, so please do not steal my story. If you steal an idea here or there, I don't really care. If my story inspires you to write something, that's a good thing. There are two very talented writers currently writing stories about some of the characters in this story. This is something I asked them to do and am very excited where they are taking their stories. The two spin-offs are about Eric & Stephan and Rob & Peter. I encourage you to read them. Eric & Stephan's story is "Lessons in the Male Anatomy" and Rob & Peter's story is "Anxiously Yours". They are both fabulous! :)

The Black Moon series will include five books for now (there might be more in the future if inspiration is still around) and they all recount the stories of four childhood friends who are Dominants in a BDSM club in Chicago, as well as their Submissives. This book of one shots could be considered as a collection of bonus chapters with more scenes with the main characters, either together or in other relationships, but it will also include scenes with secondary characters. This is going to be a work of slow progress that I will update as inspiration hits me. I already have quite a few ideas as well as a few suggested by greedy readers, so enjoy! Warning: these will all be MxM action obviously (don't expect Tony and Liz, or Allan and his wife, nor Mark's parents, right...); there will be some BDSM, threesomes, foursomes, maybe "moresomes". In one word, some smut!

I was supposed to be the happiest guy! Even after my parents kicked me out for being gay, I had a wonderful boyfriend who took me in. Except life isn't a fairy tale and someone along the way stole my happily-ever-after. When fate eventually makes me cross path with my savior, my Daddy, I am determined to never fall again in the trap that love is, only to discover that you can't control this kind of feelings. My name is Zach and this is the story of how I went from broken boy to a confident and exuberant one. The only one who managed to bend the resolutions of the man who had sworn love away of his life. I must be one of the happiest men on Earth! Owner of a discotheque which hides a BDSM club, I enjoy a different Submissive every night for steamy hot sex. What can I say, I'm a kinky guy! Although deep down, I only have meaningless one-night stands because I am afraid to destroy the people I love. When fate makes me cross path with my Baby, I am determined to never succumb to the feelings this sweet boy is awakening inside me. My name is Aiden and this is the story of how a crazy boy subdued my heart.

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

A series of one-shots that my followers can choose!

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.