Zander's Place

Zander wants to bring experienced old guard leather together under one roof. Even vanilla thinking will be forbidden!

Zander Frost wants to open a retirement home for gay leather men who practice edge play, and BDSM. He sets out to recruit a team of professionals, dedicated to the lifestyle, to help him realize his dream, including Diego Forester, a motivational guru, with whom he has fallen in lust. Or is it love?

Excerpt:

“OK Zander, I’ve heard your pitch and I’m ready to not only advise you and help you lay the ground work but if you let me help you put together the business plan, I’ll not only introduce you to the money men, I’ll donate some of my own money for a piece of the rock.”

Diego had made up his mind based on a thumbnail sketch. Zander knew this and was extremely grateful. He was actually hoping that it would cost him.

“Now that we’ve decided on that, may I take you to bed?” Diego looked at Zander, his smile was full of bright white teeth and his bedroom eyes ate through Zander’s reserve. Even though Zander wanted it and was hoping for it, the offer still managed to catch him off guard.

“I don’t see why not. I must say this is the smoothest seduction ever.” Zander grinned as he moved into Diego’s arms. He pressed his lips against Diego’s and trembled when their mouths met and their tongues entwined. When Diego’s hands wandered under Zander’s shirt his hands explored the smooth landscape of Zander’s chest. His nipples were prominent and Diego’s fingers latched onto them, squeezing them gently while slowly increasing the pressure as the minutes ticked by.

“You have wonderful nipples. Your response is wonderful,” Diego remarked.

“You certainly do know how to handle them.” Zander’s nipples were hot-wired to his penis and he could feel himself responding to Diego’s expert nipple play and manipulation. He was oblivious to the pain as it crept beneath his skin.

“I can feel the joy in your crotch. Nice. Very nice.” Diego purred in Zander’s ear. His breath was hot on Zander neck and Diego increased the pressure on his nipples. Zander grimaced against the increased pressure and his manhood stiffened appropriately.

“Thank you, Sir.” Zander’s response was automatic, without forethought. Diego kept one hand on Zander’s nipple while the other traveled down his taut stomach and played with the waistband of his jeans.

Zander reached for the top buttons of his jeans and unbuttoned them. They fell easily past his hips, allowing Diego to reach further inside and squeeze the hardness of his cock. Diego took Zander’s nut sack in the palm of his hand and juggled with the fluidity of those testicles, making Zander’s total arousal complete.

“Do you like the way that I control how you feel? Do you like it when stronger, bigger men take charge of you?”

Diego became all about teeth and pain. He bit into Zander everywhere above the waist. Zander see-sawed between pain and sensations that were out of his realm of experience. He didn’t know whether he wanted to scream or just lay back and moan. His mouth was already desert dry. Everything Diego put him through left him breathless. And then he turned him over and with his hands he smacked Zander’ buttocks over and over again with a strong hands and flat palms. The pauses were few and far between. His quivering buttocks went from white to rosy red very quickly. Zander barely had time to catch his breath.