Hard Drain: A Findom Story

By Hadrian Temple

Kyle is a findom, a Dom who controls and humiliates his subs by taking their money. Hugo is one of his best cashslaves, desperate for Kyle's attention and favor. But Hugo hasn't always been willing to accept Kyle's demands for money, even though they both want it. Kyle is hoping to help Hugo break through his previous reluctance and go much deeper than they've ever gone before. Will Kyle be successful in setting Hugo up for a Hard Drain?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hadrian Temple
• Release date: Mar 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463121719

Hadrian Temple

Unlike many of the authors who write about gay bdsm on Smashwords, Hadrian Temple is a gay leatherman who has been exploring kink for more than a decade. He writes about sex and relationships the way gay men actually have them (with a healthy dose of fantasy, of course). He writes from the perspective of a dominant because that's the role that appeals to him the most, and because so few other authors write from that perspective

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Hard Drain

By Hadrian Temple

Copyright © 2020 Hadrian Temple

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Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction containing adult sexual content and is intended for readers over the age of consent. Be aware that this book contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity, homosexuality, domination, submission, verbal abuse, humiliation, and findomming. By purchasing this book, you certify that you are an adult and aware of its contents.

Legal Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are age 18 and over.

Sir, I’m in Room 421.

I was just walking into the lobby of the hotel. I made a beeline for the elevators. Understood, boy. You looking forward to seeing me again?

Yes, Sir! More than you can imagine.

I can imagine a helluva lot, fucker. I mashed the call button.

Yes, Sir. You’ve taught me that.

You worried about this meet-up, boy?

I’m always scared of how badly you’re gonna rinse me, Sir.

That made me smile. I could feel myself sliding into my dominant mode, and that always felt good. I could feel the aggravation of my day job falling away, replaced by the certainty that I was going to get what I want and it was going to feel good.

Then why are you meeting me, fucker? The elevator began to release its inhabitants. I stood back to let them get out before I strode in, enjoying the sound my boots made in the elevator. I pressed the 4 button.

Because I’m a loser faggot who can’t say no to you, Sir.

That’s right, fucker.

As the elevator made its short journey to the fourth floor, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure I was satisfied with my appearance. I had learned that I got the best results from Hugo when I was very precise about my looks. The black t-shirt was snug enough