Bad boys, bad boys.
Rent boy, Maverick Slone, Ricky to his friends, finds himself in big trouble with an unsatisfied client in the back alley of Leathers BDSM Club. Little does he know the Nordic god stepping in to save him, is an undercover vice cop.
When Detective Tyler Speed offers him the chance to leave the streets behind, it sounds too good to be true, especially when the man making the offer is the Dom of his very naughty dreams.
Reader Advisory: This Erotic Gay Romance series contains scenes of BDSM and hot sexy undercover vice cops out to find their perfect subs.
PUBLISHER NOTE: M/M BDSM Romance, containing themes of flogging, and bondage. 16,005 words
4 STARS: You Gotta Read Reviews
Another good read from this author. I enjoyed meeting Ricky and Tyler. Ricky is a good man who has lived a hard life and has done what he can for himself. Never giving in to the hardships and always fighting to make it. When Tyler comes and saves him Ricky never thought his life would change in the way that it does. The two find an instant attraction and must decide if they want to see where it goes or just ignore it.
Their story is an engaging read and moves quickly. I enjoyed the watching their relationship grow and their bond deepen. Ricky and Tyler’s story is a whirlwind adventure and not as intense as some of the other reads from this author but just as good. I also liked the way characters from past series were intertwined in this story. This is a nice start to a new series and I cannot wait to see where it will go from here.
Review by Gabrielle You Gotta Read Reviews
“Kneel. Now open your mouth wider, boy.”
The nameless Dom shoved me to my knees, grasped my chin then thrust his meaty thumb inside the corner of my mouth forcing my jaw apart. The smell of the condom tip flapping against my lips masks the rich musky smell of hot male. Under my knees, the cool ground seeps through my expensive leather pants and in my periphery, I can see heads turning to watch. Flashes of smiles white in the dim light followed by encouraging taunts from the men waiting for my client to finish so they can have their turn. I groan to encourage him and squeeze his tight butt. They like that because, inside the BDSM club, Leathers, the Doms never allow their subs to touch them without permission. Here in the darkness of the alley, I can offer pleasure for a few unrestrained minutes. He pushes his thick length inside and brushes my tonsils making me gag. The rubber grazes my dry lips as he thrusts deeper. His thick, wide cock bombards my mouth with the taste of latex, but the musky scent of him fills my nostrils. As his hairy balls tickle my chin, his thighs radiate a delicious heat. He laughs when I cough, and thick fingers grasp my hair holding me in place for his pleasure. The tug on my scalp sends a rush of delightful pain shuddering through me.
“Take it all, bitch, earn every fucking dollar.”
Here in the back alley of Leathers, I am part of the lineup of rent boys who wait for clients behind the club in the dingy alley. We queue beside the trash cans to service the Doms, to quench their urgent need before they take a selected sub to their dungeon. We all have a spot, and some like me have survived long enough to be in the group closest to the door. I turn tricks to survive. I don’t do dope, I look good, smell nice, and the Doms pay me twenty bucks for a BJ. I’m here from dusk until dawn every night, and my only wish is that one of the Doms will take me inside. I crave to be a sub and refuse to give my ass out here bent over the trash cans like most of the other boys.
“Suck me. Harder.” He holds my head and rides me. “You like that don’t you, slut?”
There is no respect given or expected, and I would never dare glance up at a trick. I am a receptacle for his lust—nothing more. As a rent boy, I am nothing—disposable—but I need the small connection with the Doms of the BDSM Club, Leathers. I service them without complaint, but they always leave me craving more.
I need a Dom to take me higher.
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