Downloading Losing Control: Boys With Painted Lips Part 5

As Leah yearns to resume his forbidden relationship with Gaius at the Silk Road brothel, things take a complicated turn when cruel aristocrat Antony returns, more obsessed with Leah than ever. When he hires Gaius to put Leah in his place, can Leah take the strain, or will it break him entirely?

Warning: this erotic story contains explicit gay sex, bdsm, a threesome, bondage and prostitution.

This 9200 word story is the conclusion of the Boys With Painted Lips series.

Excerpt for adults only:

He locked Leah into the wide X-shaped thing facing out, his hands spread above his head and his ankles splayed and his soft belly exposed and vulnerable. The clack-clack of manacles shutting around his limbs was cold and solid and terribly final. When Gaius trailed a hand up his bare stomach he shivered and gasped.

Gaius looked like the devil made flesh, come to tear him apart and beg for every lash. Leah felt a quiver of heat run through him like lightning, and his teeth dug into his painted lip. He could feel the first stirrings of arousal low in his belly. If this was different- if this was just the two of them, and wasn’t what it was- he thought he’d already have been pushing into Gaius’ touch and begging for more.

But then Gaius stepped back, and Leah got a clear view of Antony.

Leah was on display, he realized. He was hung up here like a sculpture under a spotlight for Antony’s pleasure, and Antony watched him with half-lidded, predatory eyes. The bulge in his trousers was even more obvious, now. Leah squirmed under his gaze.

Meanwhile, Gaius was looking over a wide metal tray that sat on a nearby table. The very same table that Gaius had once fucked him on, Leah realized, and then didn’t know how to feel about that. Gaius picked the tray up with two black-gloved hands and carried it to Antony. Leah didn’t get more than a glimpse. The variety of things on the tray was exotic even to him and he swallowed hard.