Guilty Pleasure

By Ethan White

Corey Cooper is a university student by day, and a crime-fighting superhero that goes by the name of Tempest at night. He is Selene City’s guardian, and a golden boy by most standards, an upstanding paragon of justice for the people that he has sworn to protect.

Though initially enthusiastic about his role as a superhero and defender of the defenseless, the years have disillusioned Corey, and he continues more out of obligation than anything else. He craves excitement, something other than the endlessly monotonous parade of self-centered villains.

In Corey’s search for spice in his life, he develops a deep, dark longing that could ruin him forever if exposed.

Guilty Pleasure is a 6,600-word short story and part one of a four-part series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Erotica Collective
• Release date: Sep 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463403259

Ethan White

Ethan White is a college student in his early 20's, biding his time 'til graduation, and hoping that he'll end up with more time to do what he loves: writing. Ethan has been a kinkster for as long as he can remember, but being a sheltered boy, he didn't really get much of a chance to explore his sexuality. Pup play was one of the first kinks that really caught his eye. Something about that headspace just appealed to him. At the tender age of 18, when most boys love to diddle themselves and thoroughly enjoy their joysticks, Ethan wasn't much different, but he discovered chastity, and the moment he could do something about it, he locked himself up and loved it. He really lacked in proper experience, though, until he met Master Dominic who became his handler and gave him the pup name Echo. Master Dominic is also his keyholder, and it doesn't seem like he'll be let out any time soon.Horny and frustrated, Ethan resorts to one of his favorite things—writing—to take the edge off. Not that it ever helps for very long. But that just means that he writes more filthy erotica than is probably healthy. Ruff!

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Guilty Pleasure

A Hero Enslaved #1

Ethan White

Copyright © 2019 by Ethan White

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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To @sfhdraws, who was a great help in debasing Corey

Guilty Pleasure

The front doors of the bank burst outward in a hail of hot glass shards as Tempest delicately touched down on the street outside. It had been cool all day, especially higher up above the buildings, but the fire currently raging in the lobby of the Plutarch National on High Street was enough to raise the ambient temperature by at least a few degrees.

If not for the imminent danger, it would actually have been rather pleasant to stand out by the sidewalk in front of the bank. Even the thermo-regulated suit that Tempest wore, with its midnight blue composite fabric that clung to every chiseled plane of his young body, hadn’t quite managed to keep the chill of the night away, especially as he had been flying at regulation altitude above the city for the last two hours.

Tempest surveyed the situation as he waited for further information from headquarters. Police and emergency respondents had already arrived, but they were keeping their distance because no one knew for sure if there was still an active super threat inside the building.

For the time being, the first-responders were more concerned with maintaining a safe perimeter around the building and taking care of any civilians who were managing to make it out of the structure.

The communicator on Tempest’s wrist beeped once. SIBYL, what do you have for me? he said. If he was being honest, the situation looked pretty dire. He could only hope that there was no one left inside the building. Even if he called up a rainstorm, he doubted it would do much to temper the flames.

"It would appear that there is no