Thursday, March 3, 2016



There are times I literally cannot get enough of Master. No matter how enthusiastically I lick and nuzzle and bury my face between the man’s legs, I can never possess all of him the way I desire. Even Master’s mightiest orgasm, capped off with frenzied hair-yanking and thunderous quaking of his thighs, leaves me wishing I could please him harder.
No matter his assurances, I crave more—for both of us. This is Master’s curse, one I wouldn’t trade for the juiciest role on Broadway. It is the sweetest torture, the ultimate masochistic agony.
My thoughts provide little mystery for Master in the delicious moments after his release. He offers a hand, pulls me to my feet, and cups my head against his chest. His other hand skims down my arm, raising a shiver on my bare skin. “Thank you, Dane.”
“My pleasure, Master.” Truer words have never been spoken.
Master’s gentle laughter rumbles through his chest and meets the ear pressed tightly against his shirt. “I believe you.”
I tip my head back so I can revel in the bliss reflected in his eyes. “It’s that obvious?”
“I’m aware you’re a professional actor, but even you couldn’t be that convincing.”
“Luckily I don’t have to fake anything with you.”
Master smiles and drops a kiss on my forehead. “I don’t need to know where you found your inspiration for that blowjob, Dane, but feel free to visit that place whenever you like. That was one of your very finest performances.”
Despite his invitation to mentally wander, I need Master to know that he is my inspiration. I press my palm to his heart. “My place is right here, Master.”
“Hmm,” Master says with a grin, “so not a thought to our young friend with the overactive lips?”
He tolerates my eye roll. “Obviously, all that teasing and his kiss—”
“Let’s not forget the epic ass grab, Dane.”
“Fine . . . and the ass grab . . . got me revved”—a state Master chooses to leave me in, apparently.
Master clears his throat with a good-natured, “Ah-hemmm.”
“But I can assure you, Master, once my knees hit the floor, you were the only man on my mind.” 
“Well then,” Master says, “let’s be grateful I can still order you to your knees whenever I like.”
“Indeed.” Releasing a sigh, I snuggle closer and allow Master’s rhythmic stroke to calm us both.
“Are you ready to debrief, Dane?” he asks after a few minutes have passed.
“As you can see, I have no briefs, but sure.”
“Come on,” Master says, grinning at my lame attempt at humor, “let’s go into the den.”
From the office to the den. It strikes me, not for the first time, how effectively Master uses physical space to achieve a perfectly calibrated tone. Kitchen: relaxed, casual, perhaps the one place in the house where Master can completely surrender to my expertise. Master suite: the inner sanctum, outrageously cushy with creature comforts like heated floor tiles and thousand-count towels, opened to welcome my presence, then sealed again around the two of us, the place we’re most likely to express our love outside the boundaries of master and submissive. Dungeon: unequivocal surrender, the sexy stage where Master’s wicked plans come to life, the place we tend to get raw and real, deep inside our own souls and each other’s. And then there’s the den.
Not gonna lie, I haven’t always loved Master’s den. The first time he brought me in here was just after I’d lost my shit big time. I wasn’t particularly keen on dissecting my pain, piece by agonizing piece. Hard enough giving the man my body, I’d felt, and here he was demanding every thought that crossed my heart as well.
I didn’t sign up for this, I remember thinking (code for I cannot do this) followed closely by, If I don’t, I will lose him.  
Before despair could sink its bloody hooks into me, Master turned the tables . . . on himself, revealing his own secrets before demanding mine. Never since has Master asked anything of me he wouldn’t freely give of himself. No longer do I enter this den with trepidation; rather, I walk into this sacred space with a certainty that we will leave together with a deeper understanding and respect for each other when our conversation is through.
Master slips his hand into mine and walks me across the living room floor to his sanctuary. From the beginning, Master and I have entered this room without barriers between us, including clothing. Out of respect for our custom, Master peels off his t-shirt and tosses it to the far end of the sofa, a.k.a. “Master’s couch of truth.”
Master sinks into the corner of the couch, extending his legs on the chaise while stretching his arm along the back of the adjacent seat. Master glances up and eyes me with boyish anticipation. I wouldn’t disappoint him for the world. I spice up my mount with a backward somersault off the long side of the sectional, landing dramatically in his lap.
He greets my arrival with an Oof! and a rolling chuckle that gains momentum as I wriggle in against his warm body. “I swear, Dane, one of these days, you’re gonna break off an essential appendage.”
“Never, Master.” I settle into my favorite position, my back to Master’s chest, the sprinkling of silver hairs tickling my skin.
He closes his arms around my belly. “So . . . where should we begin?”
My fingers find the leather “M” resting on my chest. “You already know where I stand.”
“I suppose I do.” Master pauses to place a kiss on my shoulder. When he speaks, his voice is tight. “How bad was it for you—whatever made up your mind?”
“Not bad. I promise.”
Master accepts my answer with a slight nod. He doesn’t press for details, but he gives me space to answer if I want to. I can’t leave him wondering or blaming himself.
“It was the aftercare. As much as Tyler needed it—and I was so pleased you provided it for him—I couldn’t watch Tyler’s response; it was just too intimate.”
“I understand, Dane.”
“What about you, Master? Were you disappointed in my decision?”
“Of course not, though I have to admit it was awfully fun to have two of you to play with at once. You boys really went to town on each other. I quite enjoyed seeing your bossy side.” Master gives my belly a playful scrub. “And I think it was probably good for you to have had that chance, brief though it might have been.”
“Was that a crack at Tyler’s staying power?” Longevity is still one of my strengths, a quality Tyler does not appear to share.
“Fishing for compliments are we?”
“I think you’re avoiding the issue at hand. You enjoyed dominating that boy, did you not?”
“I guess.” I give the matter some attention before delivering my conclusion. “I don’t think I need to do it again.”
I can feel Master’s smile against my cheek. “Well, you let me know if you change your mind, Dane.”
Now, this is interesting! I turn my ahead far enough to see his whole expression. “Why, you’d sub for me?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the ‘Great Blindfold Experiment.’” He tickles my sides until I join him in laughter.
“Uncle! Mercy! Mercy!  I remember. Limits can change, remember?”
“Fair enough, Dane.” Master lets out a happy sigh, relaxes back against the couch, and I flop back with him like a scaled carp. “Ask me again in thirty years. Crap, I’ll be really fucking old in thirty years. You’ll have to handcuff me to my walker!”
Sensing a rare opening, I swivel around and tap my hand against Master’s cheek. “Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you when you’re decrepit.”
A leg closes over my thighs, and suddenly, Master has me in a decidedly undecrepit scissor hold. I guess I didn’t wear him out after all.
“I think hanging around Tyler has made you a little fresh, boy.”
“Pshh, as if I’d ever show up fifteen minutes late on purpose.”
“He admitted that?”
“Sort of. He says he didn’t do it on purpose.”
“It was important you were there for Tyler during his correction.”
“What did I do?”
“You trusted me not to hurt him. He felt that.”
I crane my neck to smile at him. “You knew he was baiting you.”
“Of course. I used to see that all the time before I quit my kinky day job.”
“You didn’t give him what he wanted?”
Master smiles back. “I gave him what he needed, what he might not have accepted if given the choice.”
“What he needed?”
Master buries his face in the crook of my neck and draws a line of kisses toward my ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“Dane, that boy is starved for affection. The only place he’s ever found it is on the cruel end of the whip.” Master’s voice trembles with compassion, and it might be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I hear what you’re saying. Doling out pain was the closest Wayne ever came to expressing physical intimacy. I did everything in my power to avoid his whip, but he always found reasons to punish me.”
Master’s heartbeat pounds against my back, but he holds his thoughts inside.
“He didn’t enjoy whipping me because I couldn’t take it, and that used to frustrate him even more. That’s when he’d pull out the psychological warfare—leaving me alone on his cross for long stretches, threatening to kick me out, bullying me into asking for the lash—all for my ‘own good.’”
“It sickens me to think of you with him.”
I pull Master’s arms tighter around me. “Don’t go there, Master. Those memories have lost their sting. It’s like watching a movie someone else is starring in. I see it, but I can’t feel it anymore.”
He releases a heavy sigh. “Thank God for that.”
“Something like that.” I turn so he can see my smile, and Master responds with a modest shake of his head. “You must have seen the scars on Tyler’s back when you had him strung up.”
“Yes, I’m sure the animal was quite proud of himself for marking his sub.”
“It’s almost a compliment to say he did it on purpose. Might just have been the complete lack of aftercare.”
“He was a charming package, wasn’t he?”
“I like the past tense,” I tell Master with a grin.
“Dane, I promise we’ll find someone who will take great care of Tyler.”
Master’s promise is good and well, but masters like mine are few and far between. “What if the next guy doesn’t read the signs as well as you?”
“Without standing in the dungeon, I can’t guarantee every interaction will be perfect. Hell, even accomplished masters sometimes misread a situation. What I can do is find someone who’s the right personality fit for Tyler and then vet the hell out of him. And to the extent Tyler allows it, I can share what I know before they set foot in a dungeon together.”
“What kind of personality do you see fitting with Ty?”
“Someone with a healthy sense of humor, for starters. Your friend has a wicked wit once he gets comfortable. You want a dom who appreciates that—respectful of master, place, and time, of course.”
“Yes. I loved watching him loosen up as the day went on.”
“He’s a frisky one.”
“He reminds me a bit of Riley.”
Master releases a booming laugh. “Now that you mention it . . . The right dom is going to have a lot of fun pushing Tyler’s limits.”
“Yeah, about that . . . we never discussed tickling when we were supposedly planning this scene together.” I inject just enough sarcasm to let Master know I am onto his tricks but stop shy of getting myself into trouble.
None of it works, of course, as the man is utterly unapologetic. “Correct.”
“That was particularly evil of you.”
“Thank you.”
I spin around so he gets the full effect of the stink-eye I don’t really mean. “Having a spectator wasn’t enough to handle?”
“Ah!” Master’s eyes crinkle with delight, as if he’s been waiting all day for this question. “Tyler wasn’t your challenge; he was the lighter fluid on your flames. I’ve been saving up for this one for a long time now.”
“Saving up what?”
“The tickling. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to get you so horny, you’d blast right through your limit.”
“You don’t think I would’ve done it for you alone?”
“Oh, you would’ve jumped through hoops for me, and you would have been brilliant, I’m sure. But this way, with the show-off factor, you rocketed straight to the finish line. Now we know what you’re capable of—with or without an audience.”
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“Not to worry, Dane. If you need that special je ne sais quoi to inspire you, I can always take you to one of the dozens of clubs vying for our patronage, string you up to the rafters, and torture you in front of a much larger audience.”
And the erection that never quite went away is now a steel rod between my legs. “Not. Fair.”
“No,” he says, “I don’t suppose it was.” Master reaches lower and strokes me, making everything that much worse.
“Mmm, Master, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to hold up my side of the conversation.”
“We’re almost done, Dane.” Relentless, he loosens his grip on his favorite toy but continues to fondle me—distracting but unproductive. “Tell me where your head is, with regard to Tyler and Jay.”
At the moment, my head is firmly seated in the base of my cock, but I’m pretty sure that’s not the correct answer. Entirely at his mercy, I can’t tear my eyes away from the mesmerizing roll and tumble of his wrist in my lap. The shortest distance between now and relief is the path that brings Master the truth.
“I think I’m good now, seeing that they’re both okay or getting there. Jay and I have emailed back and forth a few more times, talking about topics for the sub workshops. I think that might eventually develop into a friendship offline. I’ll have to wait and see what he wants.”
“That’s great, Dane, but don’t forget to see what you want, too. You’re getting to be a busy boy.”
Master’s concern is not trivial, and he deserves to know I won’t desert him for my new friends. “True. And don’t worry, Master, I will be very protective of our time together.”
“I’m sure you’ll find the right balance,” he says. “How’s your conscience on the Tyler front?”
Tyler. My initial encounter with the boy shook me to my core, but now that we’ve gotten to know him, I see he’s not the damaged merchandise I assumed he’d be.
He’s not me.
“Tyler’s actually much stronger than I thought he’d be. Wayne didn’t seem to destroy him quite the way he did me.”
“I think you’re right. Despite the beatings he endured, Tyler held back a piece of himself. You’re incapable of protecting yourself that way, but that’s exactly what makes you so magnificent. You give all you have, then dig in and give some more. That’s where you find your joy.”
I crane my neck around to smile at him. “So that’s your excuse for working me so hard in the dungeon.”
“Does that mean Ty is better off with someone who will let him off easy?”
“Honestly, Dane, I don’t believe anyone is. Trust me, I’ve seen my share of bratty subs whose doms are just plain lazy about follow-through and pushing their subs to meet their potential. The question Tyler’s going to have to answer for himself is whether he’s a true submissive. He did well in the three-way scene. I’d love to see him settle in first with a one-on-one with someone he can trust, but then, he might really take off with other subs in scene.”
Master’s hand stops. He twists my shoulders around so he can see my face. “What’s wrong, Dane? You jealous of the hypothetical subs Tyler might play with one day in the imaginary future?”
“Maybe. A little.” Honesty is tough, especially when the revelations happen to be a bit startling. “Especially if we become close friends. I really like him.”
“Aww, sweetheart.” Two firm hands rearrange my hips so I’m facing Master, seated on his thighs, sword-to-sword. “Dane, there’s no door that can’t be reopened.”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to feel differently about sharing you.”
“Well then, you’re shit outta luck, because there is no way on god’s green earth you’re ever subbing for another master.”
“I believe we can both agree on that. Door closed and locked. Key thrown into the Hudson River, never to be seen again.”
I’m rewarded with the enthusiastic return of Master’s hand right where I want it, and not a moment too soon. Master is wearing his serious face, but with the pressure increasing around my dick, I don’t imagine it’ll last too long. “Am I to assume that you’ve unburdened yourself of the guilt?”
“That’s a fair assumption, Master.”
Sure enough, a wide grin spreads across his face. “Then I guess that means the wee-willied wannabe has no further claim on your soul?”
I clasp my hands behind Master’s neck and lean forward to kiss him—hard. The kind of kiss that lets my Master know he owns every nook and cranny, inside and out.
“I’m afraid this hot mess is all yours, Master.”
“Likewise, I’m sure.” Master chuckles, then traps my lips in a new kiss. He takes his sweet time, knowing the rest of tonight—and whatever comes next—is ours alone.

:) I'm going to leave them right there for you, locked in blissful embrace in their most intimate space. Sigh.

Thank you all for taking this journey through Dane's head. Special note of thanks to Jayme, for strategizing with me on how to tell this story, asking all the right questions, and coaxing all of us through the threesome. And to my sweet, smart Chayasara, for giving her loving attention to the words and the blank spaces between them. I know I'm a better writer because of you.

So, is this "it"? The outtake to the outtake to the sequel of the drabble? Hahaha, maybe. Maybe not. I can't help but wonder what Riley and Sean are up to. *heehee* Anyway, whatever comes, I always appreciate the support, insights, challenges, and love you seem to hold for this story. Thank you so very much. XXX ~BOH


  1. Go on B! Do it! I'd love to know what sean and Riley are up to.

    Thanks for sharing thse guys with us.

    Love you


    1. It's always so great when I get to see you...even if it's in this little box! Thank you for all your support!

  2. Thank you for sharing this outtake to the outtake to the sequel of the drabble. I adore all of your characters and will gladly read any future outtakes you might want to write. ;-) Dane is a beautiful character in mind, body, and soul. His Master isn't bad either. Okay, who am I kidding? Master Marcus owns us all. I loved the den "talk." It was a nice way to close out this outtake.

    XOXO, tina

    1. Thanks so much, Tina!! Really glad you hopped on board the Dane train! Lovely to have you along!

  3. Ahh, such a nice brief-less debriefing. Dane's unflinching honesty is beautiful, especially when compared with how other people do it: "Are you jealous?" "Well.. no, not exactly, but.." hedging their statements until what they've said bares little resemblance to what they really meant.

    Thank you for continuing to share these men with us!

    And I feel as if I might speak for many when I say, "YES what are Sean and Riley up to?!?!?"


    1. I so agree about the honest approach. So much healthier! But then, we wouldn't have much to write about if everyone said what he meant and meant what he said, now would we? Hahaha, I'd have to give it some serious thought! Thanks for following us, D.

  4. ThankyouThankyouThankyou for this delicious glimpse of Master and Dane in all their glory! Now I have a mean hankerin' to go waaaay back to the beginnin' and start all over with OUAD {read once...not enough, obviously}, KEA {got started and epically failed to follow through *facepalm!*} and RM {which I missed in its entirety *le sigh!*}! Well, such a marathon read is on my bucket list LOL!

    1. I would be thrilled to see you in any of those places, but no pressure. I do think you'll enjoy RM, though, and I have identified the chapters of KEA that contain Marcus so you don't have to go through the whole behemoth (KEA is over half a million words!). It's always lovely to have your voice and heart in one of my stories, dear.

  5. those two are so very perfect for each other. It does a heart good to see such happiness come from such pain.
    riley and seth hmmmm would love to see how they are, maybe get a glimpse of edward and bella to see how they are doing?
    I really do enjoy your stories continuing on. they are characters I never want to let go and you give them to us...thanks so much m'dear!

    1. Awww, yes, it all stemmed from pain, and here we ARE! I do have a pretty strong recurring B & E scene I'll probably write at some point, but it's mostly filth. Thank you so much for being here and sharing your thoughts on every dang blang chapter. So much appreciated!

  6. Well that was some debriefing! I simply adore the conversations these two always have going, but none more sweeter than this one. Dane's put whatever remained of his demons to rest, and has helped set another survivor of wee-willied-wayne onto the right path. Thank you so much for sharing, sweetie. Thoroughly enjoyed each and every word!

    1. Aww, thank you Lisa! I'm so happy you were here with us and that you enjoyed this part of the saga too. Your support and enthusiasm for the characters means the WORLD (all the way to you and back) to me!

  7. Whatever else you add to this story, I am exceedingly happy with what it is up to now. You have a way of telling the D/s story of these two gorgeous men in a way that is both sweet and sexy. Dane is a lovely man, as you write him, and paired with Marcus, each of them exceeds my own expectations about the nature of this relationship with each new chapter. I love reading whatever you write. You're one of just a handful of writers who move me every time. Write another book, would you?

    1. Aww what a lovely comment! Thank you so much. I'm getting all mushy over here.

      Yes, sweet Judy B, I have a book in the works, and I will put you on my list of peeps to share it with! Thank you so much for all your support.

  8. Congratulations on reaching the end, or should I say the final posting, because I have the feeling it will never be THE END with these boys. It's been my extreme pleasure to work with you on this as usual, and come to think of it, I'm kind of wondering about Riley and Sean too! ��

    1. Aww, thank you so much for everything. And Sigh... I think you're right. I don't see getting these characters out of my head any part of my brain is still functioning! Could not have done this without you!

  9. Oh, my goodness. I've only recently discovered your KEA universe and I've loved (& devoured) every single word. Not surprisingly, I adored Edward and Bella's story. What was a HUGE surprise to me was low much I loved Marcus and Dane's. Who knew I was such a slut for gay porn? Chapter 95, the photo shoot (pun intended ;-)? HAWT!!!!! And the occasional glimpses of Edward and Bella were such a treat. I laughed out loud at Edward's participation in the Unmastering of Wayne (the w-w w), and his conversation with Marcus at his wedding just before M/d began their journey was so sweet I was fighting back tears.

    I really hope your curiosity about Riley and Sean gets the better of you very soon. Thanks for a really fun ride!

    1. This review is a special kind of pleasure. It's been a long time since a new reader has taken on the whole kinkiverse. Thank you so much for your enthusiastic comments. I especially love that your world has opened up to gay erotica. I had the same reaction several years ago, and now it's one of my favorite topics to explore. Lots more here and on my fanfic profile. I welcome you! XXX Thanks again for your lovely comment here. It does mean a lot to me.

  10. I had a question. Did E/B not end up getting married in Montauk? The wedding you described seems much more elaborate than they one they were originally thinking about. How did it grow into a giant church wedding? Did Bella want it, or did the mothers gang up on the couple? What I've been telling myself in me head was that Edward didn't want a small wedding because, if he HAD to have Angela's boyfriend there, he wanted a crowd to put some distance between them. Were jasper/Alice there? Help a girl out, Born! :-)

  11. Late to the party... blame the flu. Happy ending. It was great that Dane could see the differences as well as the similarities between Tyler's and his own experiences with wee-willies wannabe. That Dane is so exposed is one of the reasons Marcus loves him. I snorted at the debriefing line. I'd love so see Sean and Riley, but mostly I just love anything you write.

    1. Welcome, bb. The door is always open. Glad you're feeling better and you made it here for their happy resolution. You know where Dane and Marcus are headed... I probably should've linked their epilogue from RM here too. Thank you for all the love and support for my writing and my boys. I've loved hearing your voice throughout this story...and I think pretty much everything I've written. XOXOXOX