Extreme Gay Bondage

By Tom Nelson

It is a Gay BDSM Erotic Story with real like characters and real like incidents. It will keep the climate warm for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dot Mobi Technologies
• Release date: Jun 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476013497

Tom Nelson

I love to write fiction and I love writing.

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Extreme Gay Bondage:

A Gay BDSM Erotic Story

By

Tom Nelson

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Copyright @ 2012 by Dot Mobi Technologies

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Table of Contents

Volume 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Volume 1

By Tom Nelson

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ADULT CONTENT NOTICE!

THIS IS AN EROTIC SHORT NOVEL

Adult Content: This book contains sexually graphic scenes depicting consenting adults, aged 18 or older, engaging in consensual sexual activities. If you do not wish to read about such acts, stop reading NOW.

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Chapter 1

Since Daniel and Chris had nearly been discovered getting horny in the showers at the gym after their workout, they started wearing their gym clothes home. They rode in Daniel's Camaro, staining the seats with their sweat, and exalting in being young, male, and in love. From time to time, Daniel would glance at Chris, who, when he noticed, would grab his crotch through his shorts and smile. By now, each of them knew the routine that they would follow when they got back to the apartment, and knowing this made Daniel drive quickly.

Daniel's father had given him the new Camaro as a high school graduation gift, and the old man even provided the loft apartment just off Peachtree where the young men lived. Daniel was a year older than Chris, and a junior to Chris's being a sophomore at the community college that they both attended.

Both young men were healthy, as slim as colts, and were well- muscled and taut from their bi-weekly workouts. Daniel was slightly the smaller of the two. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Chris was somewhat taller than Daniel, and he had brown hair and brown eyes.

The two had met at a gay rights rally in Cobb County (a bastion of bastard where hate was envisioned as a family value and the county commissioners thought that they could shackle the performing arts to their own visions and imagination, furthermore located in a county that required handguns in one municipality. Shoot gays? No more that Pro Choice doctors are risk!)

Our heroes, though, soon had made a date to see a movie. And one movie later, Daniel had invited Chris to his apartment. That night, they made gentle but satisfying love, and soon Chris abandoned his dormitory room to move in with Daniel.

The apartment was really an artist's loft in a converted warehouse just off Peachtree and Pharr Road. It featured expansive sky lighting, a large open area which Daniel and Chris had decorated with a huge old wooden bed with plenty of sack pillows scattered around, some basic thrift-shop furniture, and Chris's rather extensive stereo system.

Riding up the rickety elevator, Daniel leered at Chris. Are you prepared? he asked.

You know you're mine for the rest of the evening, and I intend to use you for whatever you're worth.

Chris nodded. This week is yours, but, remembers, I get the next turn, and payback's a bitch. He shook a finger to emphasize his point.

At this, Daniel laughed. "Could be, but I'll worry about that when the time comes.

For now, I think you should be cultivating that proper subservient attitude."

Yes, master. Chris nodded solemnly.

The elevator came to a jerky halt, and Daniel pulled open the door. They stepped into a short hallway, and Chris reached into his gym bag for the keys. Daniel placed a hand on Chris's elbow, and said, The game starts now!

Chris nodded and unlocked the door. He went into the apartment first, and he set the gym bag down by the doorsill. Daniel followed him in. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Daniel grinned at Chris and said, Abase yourself, slave, and beg for your favors!

Chris obediently went down to his knees, and raised his clasped hands up in front of his face. He looked down at the floor and said, Do with me as you will, master, but I beg you to be kind to me.

You need not fear harm, slave, as long as you will obey me quickly in all things, no matter what I may ask of you. said Daniel.

I am yours to command, said Chris, still not having looked up.

Very well, said Daniel. Get the chair and the ropes.

Yes, master, said Chris, and he rose from the floor. He walked across the loft to the scarred old dining table the previous tenant had abandoned, and he picked up one of the heavy wooden chairs. He carried it back across the loft, and he stopped for a moment near the bed stand. He opened the door and extracted several coiled lengths of soft, cotton rope. Carrying the chair and the rope, he walked the rest of the way across the loft to the small combination toilet-bath-laundry room.

Daniel was leaning against the washing machine waiting for him. He had not removed his gym clothes. When Chris appeared in the doorway, he ordered Chris to set the chair down and bring him the coils of rope. Chris carefully lowered the chair, and he walked over to Chris, eyes downcast, and handed Chris the rope.

Daniel eyed Chris appraisingly. You're wet, slave, and your clothes are dirty!

Yes, master. said Chris.

Well, said Daniel. We'll just have to do something about that! Strip out of those dirty clothes.

Chris went to one knee and began to unlace a sneaker. He pulled it off, and then pulled off the accompanying sock. He shifted to the other knee and did the same. He tossed his shoes and socks together in a pile. Then, as Daniel watched impatiently, he pulled his shirt over his head. This, too, he dropped to the floor.

That's no way for a slave to behave, said Daniel, casually throwing his clothes on the floor. For this, you must be disciplined! Stand up now, and put your hands behind your head!

Chris obediently stood up. Daniel admired his strong chest and his smooth stomach.

He smiled appreciatively, but