CBT with Extreme Prejudice

By Matt Nicholson

Kidnapped on his honeymoon, the new husband and submissive sex slave of one of America's richest women finds himself bound naked and helpless by an elite squad of female soldiers. Their plan: Stage a cyber-auction designed to force his wife to pay a multi-million dollar ransom that will make them rich.

It isn’t long before live video of the handsome man being subjected to all kinds of cruel CBT gets the attention of several of the world’s wealthiest and most sexually sadistic women. Not even his captors expected their show to result in the surprising, international bidding war it generates. Nor did anyone think it his wife might not end up being the highest bidder.

In ways, he is perversely excited about what some might consider a fantasy-come-true. But he is not at all certain his masochistic desire and conditioning has made him, or his cock and balls, tough enough for some of the things his captors and their ruthless bidders have in store.

(This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme depictions of female dominant male bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Oct 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463182284

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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CBT with Extreme Prejudice

By Matt Nicholson

CBT with Extreme Prejudice

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This work of fiction contains graphic language and descriptions of consensual and semi-consensual female dominant male bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  The actions depicted are sometimes extreme with a heavy focus on genitals.  This work is meant for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  As a work of fiction, all acts depicted are intended to be fantasy. Neither the author, publisher, nor its associates bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from any attempt to translate said acts to actual settings. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are written as being eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Ryan was about to engage the Abyssal High Dragon when a deafening crash preceded walnut splinters, a polished brass door handle, and a shattered doorframe crashing to his right. The entire penthouse door tore like balsa from its hinges and slammed to the floor. Until that moment, his leisurely morning was as routine as they got considering his wife had abandoned him on their honeymoon.

He dropped the mouse and let his Dragon Age companions fend for themselves as he spun from the computer and jumped from the black leather desk chair. Two well-armed, camouflage-clad women stalked rapidly toward him. Two more women moved in through the broken wall behind them. Besides the pistols and knives strapped to their thighs and hips, they both carried dangerous-looking charcoal black assault rifles.

Moving with military purpose, the first two crushed what remained of the broken door beneath their booted feet and pushed quickly toward him. One of them hip swept his desk aside with surprising efficiency, especially given her wiry build. It slid several feet to the side and its contents clattered noisily to the floor. Once it was out of the way, they drove relentlessly forward. Ryan balled his fists and back-pedaled away.

Who the fuck are you?!

He started to yell for help, but he needed neither his Silicon Valley business savvy nor his M.I.T. doctorate to realize there was probably no one left conscious outside the broken door to hear him. Since his fighting skills were confined more to computer games than actually fending off a squad of military-style intruders, he swung the chair around between himself and the two instead. As they kept coming, he wondered what happened to the very well paid former C.I.A. men his wife left behind to protect him while she Lear-jetted back to the west coast for another emergency honeymoon interruption with her legal advisors.

While trying to figure out what to do next, he tried to look angry and threatening while pretending his Fruit-of-the-Loom-clad body looked more intimidating than it was. He caught one of them giving his ass a brief once-over and thought that maybe his lack of clothing could play in his favor after all.

As subtly as he could, he turned so she could get a better view. He might have majored in brainpower, but that hadn’t kept him from staying in shape. His wife could have the pick of any litter, after all, so he made sure there weren’t many better looking options to distract her. He raised his hands above his head in the universal I give up pose.

Instead of pausing to appreciate the view, the second of his well-prepared intruders leveled some kind of silver pistol at Ryan’s chest. The closer woman actually rolled her eyes.

Fuck, let me take care of this. Her voice wasn’t as deep as Ryan expected it might be.

She took a quick step forward, feigned to his right and then brought her knee up between his legs. It caught his balls squarely and smashed them into his pelvis. The force of the thrust picked him up and shoved him back. He started to collapse, but she caught him under the arms and slammed her knee into them again.

Groaning as agony washed back through his gut and trying not to retch, he fought through the wracking pain. He was just about to force himself upright when her knee smashed his balls again. He was doubling up when something painful struck him on the inside of his left thigh.

Thinking he was shot, Ryan looked