Revenge

By Keegan Kennedy

In this intense and gritty erotic novella, campus security guard and former United States Marine, Drake Spartan, apprehends a gay basher, who happens to be the son of a very rich man. When no charges are filed against the wealthy baseball jock, Drake decides to seek revenge and teach the spoiled rich boy a lesson that he will never forget.

Previously published as Dominance and Revenge in August of 2012. This novella is approximately 18,000 words. Volume One of The Sagas of Queen's Landing.

All characters in this erotic tale are 18 years or older. This works features several fetishes including bondage, spanking, dominance, submission, foot play, raunch as well as graphic sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Aug 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476006109

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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Revenge

By: Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright 2012

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This work contains graphic sex, as well as, bondage, discipline, spanking, raunch, dominance, submission, and other elements of sexual fetishes and fantasies. All characters in this erotic novella are 18 years or older.

This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

Table of Contents:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About the Author

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Chapter One

I’d always heard there was a thin line between loathing and desire.

And I discovered it was true when I’d first spotted hotshot baseball jock, Brooks Patterson III.

Standing at five foot, eight, Brooks was a freshman with spikey brown hair, bluish-green eyes, and a gorgeous, prettyboy face that got him all the pussy he wanted.

I worked as a security guard at Queen’s Landing University in the college town of the same name in southeastern Louisiana. I was in charge of security at the Baseball Hub at QLU, so I saw the boy all the time.

Although it was hard not to, I couldn’t just stare his ass down. I had to be subtle. I couldn’t fuck around with my job, could I?

He had this presence, almost like glamour, so it was hard not to get lost in his spell.

He was short but built. Brooks had hulking shoulders, hard, rounded pecs, six-pack abs, and thick, strong calves. He had veiny baseball-sized biceps and shredded triceps. Curiously, the boy was hairless from the neck down. I was pretty sure that the narcissistic jock shaved or waxed to show off his perfect shape.

Not only had Brooks Patterson III been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but he obviously had some damn good genes. With all his advantages, the boy was a cocky little fuck and an arrogant prick.

Despite the fact that his father owned half of South Louisiana, the rich boy had ridden into QLU on a full baseball scholarship while some deserving, less-fortunate player had gone without a free ride to school. I hated to admit it, but the kid was phenomenal on the field. He was the best shortstop that I’d ever seen play.

Brooks actually drove a fully tricked-out red Ferrari 458 Spider—the fucking car was worth 300 thousand dollars. I’d heard through the grapevine that his rich daddy had bought it for him for his 18th birthday.

What in the hell kind of kid needed something that extravagant?

And off the baseball field, he didn’t wear a single article of clothing that didn’t have a Polo or Lacoste logo.

The kid was the entire package and as hot as fuck; he also knew it.

After five years in the United States Marine Corps with two tours in Afghanistan under my belt, I’d returned to my hometown of Queen’s Landing on the banks of the Mississippi River.

Now, I planned on chilling and working for a while before going back to school on the G.I. Bill. For five years, I’d been Drake Spartan, Marine. Now, I wanted to be Drake Spartan, Regular Dude, for a while.

Don’t get me wrong—I’d been damned proud to serve my country, but at twenty-three, it was time to start living my life.

Standing at six foot, five, I had deep-set hazel eyes, a brown flattop, and a square jaw. Being fresh out of the Corps, I was still adhering to my regular workouts. With massive shoulders, chest, and arms, I was pretty formidable. I had enormous hands and feet. In fact, I wore size sixteens.

I looked like your typical straight former Marine... masculine and cocksure. So very few out there knew that I was gay. I’d fucked many asses during high school and The Corps. In the vast spectrum of gaydom, I could best be classified as dominant power top. I’d never sucked a cock and had never been fucked—that wasn’t going to change. I usually went for cocky little butch fuckers like Brooks Patterson III. One of my favorite pass times was breaking-in straight boys and teaching them how to be submissive bottoms for my use. Being a dominant, I got off on showing them who was in charge, tying them up, spanking their asses, and taking complete control of them. With a little ass grabbing or dropping suggestive hints, I could usually uncover my fair share pseudo-straight boys willing to give up their mouths and asses to me.

Having grown up with the hardest working mom in the entire world, I’d been raised on the poor side of the tracks, but I’d never gone without. Mom had made sure of that.

Although I was pretty comfortable with my lot in life, it still chapped my hide how undeserving