Ties to the Past: The Complete Series

By Keegan Kennedy

It’s the last day before Matt Price leaves for USMC boot camp, but his life is about to take an unexpected detour. A man from Matt’s past has other plans for the young jock. When Matt finds himself fit to be tied, he finds that he has more in common with his captor than he ever imagined. This work contains bondage, jocks, peril, and an intergenerational pairing. Novella is approximately 27,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Mar 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311182418

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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Ties to the Past

The Complete Series

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright 2016

Smashwords Edition

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Table of Contents:

Part One

Part Two

Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

About the Author

Part One

Matt Price woke on a bright Sunday morning, feeling both anxious and excited.

This day in mid-June was his last day of freedom. Tomorrow, he would begin the biggest adventure in all of his twenty-two years: his first day as a recruit in the United States Marine Corps.

During his senior year at Queen’s Landing University, while obtaining a degree in Criminal Justice, the six-foot, four-inch tall football jock had contemplated the next stage of his life. He’d been accepted to graduate school, but for as long as Matt could remember, he had been going to school in one form or another, and he was sick of it. Although he’d attended QLU on a football scholarship playing Tight End, he considered his skills only mediocre, and although he still loved football, he was tired of relying on the sport for his ride through life. Matt was leaning toward a move back to his hometown of Gulfport, Mississippi to see if he could get on the police force, when an idea had come to him out of the blue: why not join the Marines? Matt’s father had been a Marine and so had Pete Myers, his high school football coach. The Marines were definitely a noble breed, and with two of the most important male role models in his life having been Marines, it had been a no-brainer.

But Matt hadn’t taken this serious commitment lightly. The gig wasn’t something he could ditch after a year—this was an eight-year obligation: four years active duty and then four more as an inactive reserve. Also, once he’d made the decision join the Marines, he spent six months getting into shape for the grueling 13-week recruit training and the physical challenges that would follow. Matt was already in good physical condition, but to prepare, he began a stricter weight-lifting regimen and started running every morning to increase his stamina. One thing about Matt Price—he never half-assed anything, and he wanted the edge that being in superior shape would give him in boot camp.

His father had died when he was three—Matt hardly remembered him, only managing to recall a few fleeting memories of the man, who he remembered as tough, brave, and strong. But what he lacked in memory, he made up for by using his imagination. Compiling the things he’d been told over the years about his dad, Matt created a larger-than-life image in his mind as a standard of masculinity to emulate. His father, Matthew Sr., was killed in the line of duty when a sect of religious extremists shot down his helicopter in Sudan.

A few years ago, because of institutionalized bigotry and prejudice, a brave man like Matt Price would’ve been prevented from joining the military, just for the simple fact that he was gay. Luckily, those days were in the past. People were usually shocked to find out that Matt was gay because of his physical prowess, deep, masculine voice, and the fact he played football. He wasn’t trying to pretend he was something he wasn’t; he was a just a regular guy, who happened to be attracted to men.

Unfortunately, the death of his father hadn’t been the only loss that young Matt had to overcome. During eighth grade, a drunk driver killed his closest friend, Bart Strong. They’d been best buddies since first grade and the same age. Matt’s mother, who’d never remarried, died when Matt was fifteen, following her five-year struggle with breast cancer. After his mother’s death, Matt had gone to live with his maternal grandmother until he left for college. But just last year, she’d died suddenly of a heart attack, leaving Matt without any family except for some cousins on his father’s side out in Colorado, whom he’d never met.

It was six in the morning; Matt’s usual time to go running on the woody trails close to his apartment—the scenic overview on the Louisiana side of the Mississippi River was a popular running path, one that he knew like the back of his hand.

Since this was the last day before the start of his new life, Matt decided to go for a final run. Dressing in a gray tank top and black shorts, Matt sat on the edge of his bed and looked around the bare apartment. Almost everything was in storage already. Later that morning, he planned to haul his full-sized bed over to the storage unit and stow it along with most of his other possessions.

Matt was a handsome guy. With broad shoulders, a flat stomach, and a muscular chest, the tall jock had brown hair and long sturdy legs. In preparation for the Marines, Matt had already buzzed off his brown hair, leaving him with only a dark burr, cut aggressively close to his scalp.

After putting on his socks and kicks, he removed his apartment key from his keychain and placed it beside his wallet on the bare kitchen counter. Matt walked out into the warm morning air and locked the door behind him, inserting the single key into a tiny zip pocket inside his running shorts. He jogged through the buildings toward the river trail with no one in sight. Matt lived in an apartment complex filled with mostly students from QLU. Since it was early Sunday morning, those who hadn’t gone home for the summer were still asleep after partying the night before.

After descending the concrete stairs that led the small bluff next to the river, Matt began his ten-mile trek, pacing his steps and breathing. Roughly half a mile from his apartment complex, the trees became thicker, and the ground beside the path was marshy. There were snakes around, but for the most part, the slithering creatures steered clear of the path because of the large amount of human activity. In fact, during the time he’d been jogging the trail, he’d only seen three, and Matt had enough sense to stay away from them.

The trail was just as empty as his apartments had been. Matt was the only person that seemed to be up and running this early. He inhaled the fresh air and kept looking to his left to watch the Mississippi River slowly moving along with him. Matt would miss these woods. So many times, the serene trail and the cool breeze from the water had been a place of calm during times of stress. Soon, though, his life would be confined to the regimented chaos of basic training, so he intended to make this last run one that he could look back on and remember.

But that was never to be the case…

Keeping up a great pace, Matt continued as the woods became denser.

As he passed a cypress with