Tales from The Compound: Collection One

By H. K. Kiting

Master Aries holds dominion over The Compound, an all-male brothel thirty minutes from Las Vegas, where a gay man can have nearly any fantasy fulfilled. Here he recounts six short tales of the visits by his clients. Some like things vanilla, and some like them extremely kinky. No man leaves unsatisfied…

Nate thinks he might be into nooseplay, but he's never been able to connect with someone able to explore his desire. The Master will give him everything that he's looking for and more.

Jason longs to be bullied and dominated. Luckily the Master knows just how to proceed. With sex laced with just a little fear, Jason will get very dirty while getting clean.

Jacob role-plays a peasant from the village, hauled before his monarch to "serve" him. The poor peasant isn't sure if he likes or regrets the attention, and he's made to wonder if the king's voracious appetite will be the end of him.

Master Aries goes by his alias "Aaron" and meets Randy for dinner at a simulated restaurant within The Compound. Aaron only has a basic idea of the role-play that Randy has in mind, and just goes along as things unfold. Once the meal is served, the action starts under the table and gets wilder from there.

Victor is holed up in one of the real/staged areas of The Compound as a criminal in hiding. Role-playing as a gangster, the Master pushes his way in with his sidekicks Kemper and Sullivan. The trio is there to lean on Victor hard. With an oversized bathtub already there, and a generous amount of rope in hand, the three men teach Victor a lesson he won't soon forget. If they let him survive, that is.

Johnny is tied up in the sauna, baking in the heat. Master Aaron pays him a sweaty visit with a squeeze bottle of honey. It's a hot scene, and hopefully not too hot for Johnny before things reach a climax.

These short gay erotica tales contain a kinky mix of role-play, peril play, bondage, food play, sex, domination, breath control, strangulation, drowning peril, and fun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sexyfic
• Release date: Sep 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513021676

H. K. Kiting

H. K. Kiting is an erotica writer with dozens of titles that he has shared with the world. While dabbling in straight erotica, he specializes in gay erotica with a kinky twist. When he isn't writing, he enjoys doing "research," spending time with his husband, reading, and working out.

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Tales From the Compound: Collection One

Tales From the Compound: Collection One

H. K. Kiting

Copyright © 2015 by H. K. Kiting

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Contents

Nooseplay for Nate

Dirty in the Shower

King and Peasant

Randy in the Restaurant

Loser Victor

Sweet Sweat

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Nooseplay for Nate

Iwatched Nate through the one-way mirror on the wall and sized him up. He had come to The Compound radiating confidence, but he had already been relieved of some of that bravado.

My staff assessed what he was looking for, and they had prepared him accordingly. Once the house rules were explained, and the limits were clearly discussed by Nate and the staff, his scene was set in motion.

Four large men, who could have overpowered him individually, hauled him roughly to bedroom six.

The room is furnished to give the appearance of a perfectly normal bedroom. There is a dresser, a mirror on the wall – the one that I was looking at him through from the observation room, and a king-size four-poster bed. It’s thickly carpeted, and the color scheme is in peaceful shades of blue. The only thing that looks out of the ordinary is a small, motorized hoist mounted to the ceiling.

Rather than being allowed to undress at his own pace, Nate’s clothes were stripped from him and cast aside. I watched as they cuffed his hands behind his back and connected his ankles together with larger cuffs linked by a short chain.

His strongest protests came when they forced the ball gag into his mouth, but there wasn’t anything he could do at that point. Once he was silenced, they buckled a black leather collar around his neck.

Next, they backed him up against one of the posts of the bed and hooked a metal loop on the back of the collar onto a thick spike embedded in the wood. They had to pick him up slightly to get the loop over the spike, but once they slipped it over, it was the perfect height.

The spike was long and angled up so steeply toward the ceiling that Nate couldn’t lift himself up high enough to get the loop off the end. He was back to the post, forced to stand up very straight to keep the pressure off his neck. I let him wait in that position for fifteen minutes.

I decided it was time to begin, so I left the observation room and casually strolled into the bedroom. Nate watched me approach with wide, wary-looking eyes.

Hello Nate, I said as I ran a hand across his chest. I’m Master Aries. I’ll be taking care of you today.

He just looked at me without reacting. The gag had prevented him from swallowing properly, and drool had started running down his chin. I got a tissue from the top drawer of the dresser and gently wiped his face. Then I pushed the ball more deeply into his mouth and adjusted the strap a little tighter where it was fastened behind his head.

I was shirtless and barefoot, dressed only in black denim jeans, and I could see his eyes lingering over my body.

You like what you see, Nate?

He nodded a silent Yes.

So do I. I leaned against him and ran my fingers up and down his naked body. He was trembling slightly in excitement and fear, but he was getting exactly what he had asked for. I put my palm over his heart, and I could feel it pounding.

Gradually, I worked my way down to his groin and cupped his balls in one hand. I grasped his cock with the other and looked him in the eyes as I fondled him. His cock immediately started to respond, and I could feel him stiffening nicely. I gently squeezed his balls, gradually applying more pressure until he audibly moaned. Then I backed off on the pressure and just rolled his testicles back and forth while I worked him up into a full erection.

It took probably ten minutes or so, but we were in no hurry. Clients at The Compound are booked based on the scene, not based on time. By the time I stepped away, Nate’s cock was hard and pointing straight out. I stood at arm’s length, looking him in the eyes, while I reached out and caressed just the very tip. The skin there was tight and shining, flushed a deep red.

I reached in the top dresser drawer again for the hoist remote. I pushed the down arrow, and I could hear the motor humming overhead. Nate’s eyes shot up to it, and he watched as the cable unwound.

From experience, I knew how long it needed to run, and I reached up to grab the hook clamp dangling from the end of the cable without having to look up at it. I kept the motor running to unwind enough slack to reach where Nate was standing.

I snapped the hook clamp in place through the loop on the back of Nate’s collar and released the button on the remote.

Let’s get you away from that post. I made it sound like