Downloading Dangerous Gifts: Boys With Painted Lips Part 4

When cruel aristocrat Antony returns to the Silk Road brothel, he's got some inventive uses for Leah. The question is whether Leah can hang on- and as the pain becomes pleasure, whether he can keep himself from giving in utterly to Antony's twisted desires.

Warning: this 10000 word erotic story contains explicit gay sex, bdsm, hot wax play, restraints, and prostitution.

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He was hip-to-hip with Antony, and the other man was pressed flush to him from thighs to chest. Leah could feel the bulge of Antony's erection rubbing his, insistent and unignorable. Antony seemed to relish having Leah trapped there, and his arm wrapped loosely around Leah's waist was as solid a barrier as an iron bar.

Leah licked his lips. If he was going to endear himself to Antony further, now was the time to try; it wasn't even difficult to look up at the other man through his eyelashes, or to run his hands up his chest. Leah's body remembered the terrible, wonderful torment that Antony liked to put him through.

Antony's smile widened at that, and he kissed Leah so viciously that Leah felt the air stolen from his lungs. It was a hurricane of tongue and teeth. Antony could be gentle, and he could be rough, but right now he kissed like it was a battle he was intent on winning; Leah quite forgot his original intent as Antony's tongue twined with Leah's. Antony dug his teeth into Leah's bottom lip. The spike of pain made Leah go weak at the knees in a way it shouldn't have, wouldn't have a scant few weeks ago.

When Antony pulled back Leah was panting like he'd run a marathon, clinging to the table for support again with desperate hands. The other man took a moment to look him up and down appreciatively. Leah could feel himself fully erect, painfully sensitive already. Antony tilted his head at the table's built-in ankle cuffs with a look of deep contemplation.