Smutterday - The Needy Boy

Time for a smutty excerpt!

The Needy Boy

An old high school sweetheart might be just the man for a needy sub.

Busy bakery owner and Dom Jack has neglected romance to build his business, but he’s ready to find his special man. He agrees to go on a blind date set up by his friend Tide. Imagine his surprise when he comes face-to-face with the boy he loved as a teenager.

Peter curates a niche antique shop specializing in sex toys and kink from the past. His extreme neediness has cost him relationships before, and it won’t be easy to open up and reveal the true extent of his desires.

Both Jack and Peter have changed in the past decade, but they’ve only become more compatible, with preferences that complement each other perfectly and chemistry that flares back to life with a speed that amazes them. But Peter fears he’ll drive Jack away as he has so many others, and Jack will have to work hard to earn Peter’s trust.

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Smutty Excerpt:

Jack cupped his cheeks and tilted his head, then brought their lips together. Peter hummed softly, wanting nothing more than to press in, rub on Jack like a cat in heat.

The kiss started out soft, like the first one had, but he felt it down to his toes. He opened up, a long moan escaping him. Jack slid one hand behind his head and tilted it to deepen the kiss. He leaned into Jack’s hand, his world shattering into a million gorgeous pieces.

Groaning, Jack swept his tongue through Peter’s mouth, kissing him like a starving man. Jack dropped his other hand to the small of Peter’s back, a gasp filling Peter’s mouth. Then Jack stroked the bottom edges of the corset through his shirt.

Peter’s eyes went wide. Uh-oh. How was he going to explain the corset? What if…?

Jack didn’t stop kissing him, seeming undeterred by what he was feeling. Maybe he didn’t understand. Whatever. Jack’s kisses were an addiction, and Peter didn’t want them to stop.

At length, Jack broke off the kiss and leaned their foreheads together. “I could kiss you until dawn, but then I might sleep through our playdate tomorrow. And more than ever I want to see you again.”

Sean
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Smutterday - Once You Go Demon

I had another re-release this week. Thank you very much to Changeling for taking in Once You Go Demon, an orphan from ARE. It was brand new in November and I'm hoping many people had not yet bought it as I will never see a dime from it's time there! These demons are very smutty so they're a natural for Smutterday.

There's a shift of power happening in Hell, and nothing will ever be the same.

Kerr has been with High Demon Horatio's household since his age of majority. A natural submissive pleasure demon, for the last seven years he has been untouched by his master Horatio and his job has morphed into a more managerial role. Still, it's a shock when goons from Master Belial's house arrive at his doorstep to inform him he's been sold and his new master expects him to come immediately.

Lost by Horatio in a card game, Kerr finds himself in the Belial household, where Ceris, Master of the Harem, takes Kerr under his wing. Kerr is not only honored and used as he was made to be, but he is given a newly acquired demon, Harmony, as his own to train. The three pleasure demons have a rocky start, but they have all the time in Hell to figure out how to work together, and it isn't long before they begin to care for one another.

Meanwhile, Belial has waited for thousands of years for Horatio to admit he's actually a submissive. When it appears that's never going to happen, Belial arranges for his best friend to lose a card game in which he's offered himself as the prize. Horatio can't believe Belial would do this for him, but the council puts their seal of approval on the bet, and he has no choice but to offer himself to Belial, who immediately gets to work convincing Horatio that he'll be so much happier as Belial's sub.

Will Kerr and Horatio find joy in their places in the Belial household? Only time will tell.

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Smutty Excerpt:

“Finish stripping, take your hair down, and get in the tub.” Ceris was also tugging his gauzy pants off, completely revealing the rest of his body. The demon really was a magnificent specimen.

Genuinely.

Kerr took down his braids from where he’d wrapped them around his horns. The strands were heavy, hot on his shoulders. Ceris stepped close and began to undo each plait, big fingers agile. Ceris carded through his hair until even a hint of each braid was gone. His scalp tingled, and his body buzzed, arousal sliding through him. His ass was slapped gently, huge fingers cupping him for a moment.

“In the tub, boy.”

Boy. No one had called him boy since his training.

He stepped into the tub, the hot water absolutely delicious. To his surprise, Ceris climbed in with him. He’d known the big man was going to bathe him, but he hadn’t realized Ceris was going to bathe with him.

Sitting, Ceris tugged him down and into the vee of Ceris’ legs. “See how perfectly you fit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You have no body modifications?”

“No, sir. My previous master did not wish it.”

Ceris’ lips brushed the curve of his ear. “Our master allows me full control of those decisions, boy. I can do as I wish.” Plucking at his nipples, Ceris made them hard. “These in particular are begging for decoration. As is this.” Ceris dropped his hand, pinching the tip of Kerr’s cock, hard enough he felt the sting in his balls.

“A-as you wish, sir.”

“Oh, such need gone to waste.”

Ceris’ hand wrapped around his cock, which was filling quickly without a single thought from him. He gasped softly, his asscheeks clenching suddenly, body working immediately to find release.

“It has been far too long since you’ve been properly used.” Ceris tightened his hand, the casual strokes becoming focussed and promising to drag him right over the edge in a matter of moments. “I will use you. I will make you scream with pleasure, with pain, with the twisted love of them both.”

Just about the time he was ready to shoot, the touch disappeared, Ceris moving to work his nipples, which was nowhere near enough sensation.

“Do you come on command, boy?” Ceris asked, pinching his nipples between the big fingers and tugging his flesh out from his chest, making him ache.

“I used to, sir. I have not in many years.”

“I’ll train you for it. Your master will want you to be able to do so. I want you to be able to do so.” Ceris spoke against his ear, lips warm, breath wafting across his skin and making him shiver.

He groaned softly, his permanently bare ballsac pulling up. “Yes, Master Ceris.”

Kerr could be taught to need so many things, to obey. He just wanted to be used as he was meant to be. Maybe here he would be.

Ceris bit his earlobe, one hand dropping to cup and squeeze his balls. “I could make you come from just ball play. From nipple play, cock play, hole play. I could make you come with my words alone.”

He nodded and swallowed, caught in the ache of his needy balls.

“I will use you for hours, days. Your body is mine to do with as I wish, as our master wishes. You will never spend another day without something stretching your hole—my cock, a plug, my fist. Never.”

The words were intoxicating, and he began rocking, not even caring if it wasn’t allowed. He wanted to be punished. Anything, as long as the promises Ceris made him were true.

“Needy slut. How lucky I am. I asked for someone to help with the new pet. I didn’t expect to find a hungry little demon.” Ceris wrapped the big hand around his cock again, pulling hard. “You’ll not come until I say so or I will bind you and you won’t come again until tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master Ceris. I will not.” He wasn’t an untried boy. It might have been far too long since he’d been put through his paces, but that didn’t mean he didn’t remember how to obey no matter what was thrown at him.

“Good to know you’ve retained some of your training.” Ceris continued to pump him, fist tightening slowly as the water moved around them.

It was the little bites along the back of his neck that made him shiver, made his balls draw up tight against his skin. They were added to by rough pulls and tugs to his nipples, harsh little twists.

“Aside from a lack of ink and piercings, you have no bruises, no scratches or cuts. No indications that you have a master who loves you and loves to you use you as you so richly deserve. That is going to change, boy.” Ceris pulled his nipple out, making him arch. The strokes to his cock never slowed. “There will not be an inch of you I will not whip and adore, hurt and please.”

The promises poured over his soul, better even than the touches that had him arching, his body burning.

“I am going to take a special interest in you.”

He wanted all of it, more. He had never been so aroused. Never, not even as a new sub. He could feel Ceris’ club-like cock, hot and hard against his ass and the small of his back. It, too, was a promise, and he prayed he got to feel it today, filling him in a way he hadn’t been in far too long a time.

“I want to feel you coming around my cock. I want to feel how your body reacts to my command.”

“Yes, sir.” He arched back, rubbing his hole against Ceris’ prick, begging like he was in heat.

“Wanton.”

The word was not an insult, he knew this. He could hear it in Ceris’ deep voice.

“Yes, sir.” He groaned softly, utterly confused as to what was wrong with him.

“Are you ready for me, boy? I don’t know if that was the rule where you come from.”

He shook his head. “I haven’t been filled in years.”

“Blasphemy!” Ceris stretched, reaching over the far side of the tub and grabbing a bottle of oil. Holding it out on his palm, he unstoppered it. “You will lean over the edge of the tub and prepare yourself for me as I watch.”

“Yes, sir.” He moved, forcing himself to be graceful, beautiful, flowing, even in his need. He would do everything he could to make sure he didn’t disappoint. He needed what Ceris offered, needed it deep in his soul.

Ceris hummed softly, the sound pleased. Kerr swore he could feel the heat from Ceris’ hand as it passed through the air next to his ass like a phantom caress. He slicked his fingers, spreading wide enough that his ballsac dipped in the hot water as he slipped one finger in, slicking himself without denying Ceris the pleasure of stretching him.

“Lovely.” Ceris pressed a finger inside him, much thicker than his own and as hot as the water around them. “Nice and tight. You do your exercises nightly, boy?”

“Yes, sir.” It was the most pleasure he received. “I was allowed two orgasms a day by my own hand.”

Ceris grunted, but didn’t say anything. Another finger pushed into his body, both of Ceris’ going deep and hitting that spot inside him that hadn’t been touched in what felt like forever and had surely been at least several years.

He moaned, his back arching with pleasure. Yes. Yes, so good. Now he just needed more.

Sean

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Sneak Peek Sunday - Branded by Flames

I thought I'd start a new thing this year. Sneak Peek Sunday. I won't always have a chance to do a bit and sometimes it'll be a snippet from a coming soon book, sometimes it'll be a snippet from a book that I'm currently working on, but I thought it would be fun.

Up first is an excerpt from Branded by Flames, the first book in my new series with Carina Press - Dragon Soul.

Branded by Flames

Introducing a brand-new male/male dragon shifter series from bestselling LGBTQ author Sean Michael!  

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate… 

For years, dragon-shifter-slash-firefighter Jake has been searching for his mate, but he's beginning to tire of the search. Maybe soul mates are only for the lucky few.

Then he meets Shae.

A former navy welder, Shae is handsome, talented, into power play and rough sex, and covered in dragon tattoos. All of this suits the shape-shifting dragon just fine—until he finds out that Shae literally has Jake's family crest already tattooed on him. A coincidence? Or something more…

Jake must convince Shae to trust him as a man and as a Dom before the heat between them burns out of control. Becoming a dragon's mate is not without danger, and Shae will need Jake's guidance—and love—if he's going to make it through alive.

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Sneak Peek:

Jake showered after his shift, taking time to jack off to the memory of the sexy silver fox with the gorgeous eyes and smokin’ bod. It hadn’t taken long at all for him to climax. Now if things went like he hoped they would, he’d be able to last a while instead of shooting like a high-schooler the minute he and Mr. Creates-Dragons-out-of-Metal got naked. Because naked-time was definitely the plan. Shae called to all his instincts, begged to be used, to be made to submit. And Jake did like to give people what they needed. He couldn’t wait to see the sculpture and the artist again.

He headed out, focused on returning to the scene of no crime. To the home of the man with the dragon in his side yard. It seemed like kismet, really. Stopping on the way, he picked up a couple of pizzas, making half of one vegetarian, just in case, and the rest all meat all the time, because he was a meatatarian.

The dragon on the lawn was in the same state as it had been earlier, which was cool—now Jake had an excuse to come back if it turned out that one round wasn’t enough with the delectable Shae. He rang the bell, still looking at the lines of the big metal beast, admiring the handiwork.

“In the back!” Warm, dark eyes met his from around the dragon, Shae’s smile more than a little come-hither. “Come on, man. I’m starting some steaks. You want one?”

Hot, Stacked and Sexy was in nothing but a pair of ancient, paper-thin jeans, and his undercut hair was loose, framing the bearded face. Shae turned and slunk—not walked, nothing that fluid and sexy could be anything so pedestrian as walking—toward the back deck. Glancing back casually, Shae licked his lips.

Fuck, but Jake’s urge to push the man to his knees and tug on that silver-shot hair, pull Shae’s head back and take that mouth, grew with every move Shae made.

“That trumps my pizzas any day.” Besides, cold pizza was totally its own food group.

“Mmm. There’s nothing wrong with a good pizza.” Shae turned, and there wasn’t an uninked section of torso and arms, the black and gray patterns fucking fascinating. Almost as good as the double-pierced nipples with their tiny rings and barbells.

Jake hummed happily. Maybe there was potential here for more than a quick roll in the hay, maybe his thought that he might need more than one night to get his fill had been bang on. Those pierced nipples spoke to him, whispered words like pain slut, which were two of his favorite words. The fact that Shae wanted to feed him spoke to him, too, said that Shae knew how to treat a Dom.

“We could save it for breakfast,” Jake suggested.

Shae nearly missed the last step, tripping up onto the deck. “We could discuss it over a beer. See if we’re compatible.”

Huh. He wasn’t wrong about the vibes he’d picked up earlier. What had a few hours of being alone and thinking sparked in Shae that he was wound up so tight now? Whatever was going on in Shae’s head, Jake had faith that he could turn it back around again. “Works for me.”

The backyard was even bigger than the side yard, and it was littered with art. Jake was eager to see it, but he wanted a beer and some close-up one-on-one time with Shae more. The art wasn’t going anywhere. Shae needed his focus.

“Beer?” Shae didn’t wait for him to answer, simply tossed him a microbrew. Good taste.

Jake opened the twist top and took a swig, the cold brew hitting his throat in the best way. “Nice.”

“Yep. How do you take your meat?” Shae said it casually, but looked at him through his lashes.

“That’s a leading question.” He lowered his voice to an intimate growl. “And I like it rare.”

“Rare it is.” There was a tear in those jeans, right under the curve of Shae’s ass cheek.

Jake itched to run his fingers along it, to feel the heat of Shae’s skin. Instead he took a seat, sprawling to accommodate his more-than-interested cock.

“How long you been a firefighter, man? You like it?” Shae asked.

“All my life, and I love it. Me and fire have always had an affinity.” The words made him grin—the biggest understatement ever.

Sean

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Smutterday - Box of Nails: Jack of All Trades

The latest Box of Nails book came out this past Wednesday and I'm really happy with how it turned out. It's a lot of fun doing the stories for this 'sidequel' Hammer series. A boy new to the whole BDSM scene turned up for this - heck, he doesn't think he has a kinky bone in his body. He is in for a surprise!

Box of Nails: Jack of All Trades

Brad is crashing in his cousin Stephen's room while he tries to sort out his life. A perpetual student, he still hasn't settled on a major after a half dozen years at University. He loves learning, but so far that's the only thing that's been a good fit.

Dill is a full-time Dom who hasn't found the right sub yet. He's not worried about it -- he figures it'll eventually happen and in the meantime, there's plenty of boys at the Hammer Club who are eager to share a scene with an experienced master.

When Brad and Dill meet at a party at Barney and Devon's house for subs, the attraction is immediate and undeniable and Master Dill feels that Brad is the perfect sub for him. He also believes that as his submissive, Brad will learn the focus he needs to fulfill his potential and find satisfaction with his life. Now he just needs to help jack-of-all-trades Brad see they belong together.

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smutty excerpt:

The other doors had numbers on them and they stopped at the one marked three, Dill opening it up and flooding it with light.

He was expecting a dungeon -- hard and black and janky. Filthy. Instead, it was a bright room with a bed, clean sheets, cream-colored walls, and a pair of easy chairs by a coffee table. There was also an armoire against the far wall.

"It looks so normal."

"What were you expecting?" Dill asked him, closing the door and setting the key on the little table next to it. There was a basket there, full of condoms and small tubes of lube with the club's name and logo on it.

"I don't know, honestly. Something from a Nine Inch Nails video?"

"I love them," Dill told him. "The driving beat is awesome for strong scenes."

Brad went to one of the chairs, sat. "That's like kinky stuff without sex, right?"

"Scenes can involve sex -- it depends on who is doing it, why they're doing it and what they want out of it."

He sipped his Coke. "So, do you have sex here a lot?" It was a fair question, right?

"No, I don't. Most of my scenes don't usually involve sex."

That led to an inevitable question. "What do they involve?"

"Discipline, pain, pleasure."

That was code for "that's none of your business".

"Ah. Do you, uh, have a list of guys?"

Dill shook his head. "I've done scenes with some of the members here, but I haven't found the person I'm looking for. My special someone. And that's what I want, someone special instead of random men. Then my scenes will involve sex."

"That's cool to know. I'm not... I'm a serial monogamist, I think. I have a lover and I keep them until they go." He'd had a couple of serious guys, but they didn't last. He wasn't easy.

"Have they always been the one to go?" Dill sat in the other chair and patted his lap. "Come sit while we talk."

"On your lap?" How intimate was that?

"Please." That heated look was back in Dill's eyes.

"Okay. Yeah." He moved over, perched on Dill's thighs. Dill's arm slid around his waist, hand landing on his thigh.

"Now. You were telling me about these lovers who left," Dill prompted.

"Oh, I've had a couple of serious guys, you know?" Mistakes.

"They didn't work out, hmm?"

"Nope." He wasn't stable or grown up or normal or ambitious or whatever enough.

"I'm sorry, Brad." Dill shook his head. "Wait. No, I'm not sorry. Because if any of them had worked out, we wouldn't be here now."

That was an honest answer, wasn't it? "I guess you take the good with the bad."

"And I think you're very good."

Dill kissed him, tongue sliding along his lips. Like at the cookout, these kisses were addictive, drugging, and they made him ache inside. They were why he'd come, after all. At least in a large part. And they went on and on, Dill masterful.

He began to kiss Dill back, moaning and breathing into Dill's lips. Grabbing one of his legs, Dill encouraged him to straddle Dill's lap. That brought his cock in contact with Dill's belly. Oh. Oh, damn.

Groaning, Dill put a hand behind his head, holding it there as Dill deepened the kiss. A dull heat began to grow in his belly, his cock pressing against his zipper.

"You make me hard, Brad. You make me want. Deeply."

He knew that Dill could tell that it was the same for him, that he was hard, needing.

Dill slid a hand along his spine, from his neck to his ass, fingers curling around it. The most natural action on earth seemed to be to relax, accept it. Dill massaged his ass, fingers strong, firm. Tingles shot up along his legs, into his belly.

Lips parting from his, Dill pressed their foreheads together. "I want more than kisses."

"Uh-huh. I want to orgasm together."

Dill smiled. "That sounds perfect."

"Like that we're on the same page."

"Me, too. Bed?"

"Yeah." Okay, stand up. Stand up, Brad told himself.

Dill stood, hands beneath his ass. Oh God, Dill was so strong. It didn't feel like Dill was in danger of dropping him, at all.

"Careful!" So hot.

"I might be shorter than you, but I'm plenty strong." Dill carried him to the bed and laid him down carefully.

"You're amazing." That was sexy as hell.

"Thank you." No false modesty, but not arrogant, either.

The more he learned about Dill, the more Brad liked the man. "Is Dill your first name?" He'd never fucked a guy that he didn't know the name of.

"It's short for Dillinger, and yes, it is."

"Dillinger. That's amazing." That was a fabulous name.

"You think so?"

"I do. I'm a Bradley."

"No one's ever called you Lee?"

"Lee? No. No, I've always been a Brad." He reached up, let his hands slide up along that ripped belly.

Groaning, Dill pulled his t-shirt off, giving Brad access to his skin.

"Mmm. Thank you." Okay, that was a wet dream.

Dill's body was like a brick shithouse, all muscles and warm, smooth skin, and Brad explored, tracing ribs and abs, the tight nipples. Dill made great noises for him. Groans, moans, sweet sighs.

"No ink?" Brad could get that. If he had a body like that, he wouldn't do anything to distract from it.

"Never had anything I wanted permanently."

"I can understand that." Perfectly.

"Your turn," Dill told him, nodding at his t-shirt.

"I'm skinny," he warned, pulling his own t-shirt off.

"And you think it's a problem?"

"I think it's different from you."

"I'm not looking for someone like me," Dill noted.

"No?" He wasn't either. He wasn't sure he was looking at all.

"Take it off, Brad. I want to see."

Sean

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