{"product_id":"2940014101523","title":"His to Keep I: Curiosity Tested","description":"When Jake answers a personal ad on KinkNet that seeks bi-curious \"straight\" boys interested in serving a man, he doesn't know what to expect. The dungeon he finds himself in is beyond his wildest fantasies, as is the owner. It isn't long after that he's had his first taste of a man's touch... and of himself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis 3800 word erotic story contains graphic descriptions of M\/m sexual acts and BDSM, and is intended for an adult audience.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e______________________________\u003cbr\u003eRead an Excerpt:\u003cbr\u003e______________________________\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e          Jake sighed as he spun the wheel on his mouse, pages of personal ads whirring across his screen. He logged into KinkNet from time to time to check the personal ads in his local group. He was too shy to post much of anything on the site's forums, and his friend list lay empty. His profile displayed \"19 M \/ Straight\" next to a shirtless photo he'd cropped to obscure his identity, and not a whole lot else. Some day, he told himself, he'd go to one of those fetish parties downtown at The Dark, and experience this stuff for real. The Dark, that fetish club that sounded too much like something from a movie to possibly exist.\u003cbr\u003e          It was then that an ad caught his eye - his finger clamping down on the mouse wheel, he checked the title a second time. \"Seeking 'Straight' Boys to Serve a Man\" it read. He tensed up, sitting forwards in his chair without realizing it, and clicked. Although his profile said \"straight\", Jake was not all that sure the word fit him. He was mostly into women, especially being dominated by them... but every now and then his mind would drift. He'd found himself dreaming about his fantasy dominatrix making him serve another man in front of her - and eventually, she'd stopped being a part of the scene altogether. Just Jake and a fit, intimidating man who expected obedience.\u003cbr\u003e          The ad had been posted just a few hours before - and seemed to be written just for him. The man who'd posted it wanted to dominate a bi-curious sort, to break them in and test their curiosity. He was nearby, and even said he'd prefer the sort of guy who listed himself as \"straight\" out of nervousness. Jake swallowed, and clicked through to the linked profile. The man went by \"CallMeSir\", and listed himself as gay. Compared to Jake's, this profile was a whole different league: a hefty friend list, a picture gallery, and plenty of posts. Jake clicked through to the picture gallery and blushed - this guy was fit, and had no problems putting up pictures of himself with his face showing and boys kneeling at his feet.\u003cbr\u003e          Jake's hand drifted under his desk, and he began rubbing himself through his jeans. The mysterious man in his fantasy was replaced by the one in the pictures, and he was smirking down at Jake with a knowing, bemused expression. Although he'd never been dominated before, Jake had read and seen plenty of kinky things on the internet, and he knew he wanted it, bad. Before long, Jake was the sort of horny that alters one's judgment, and he clicked \"Reply\" on the personal ad. He typed up a quick message, explaining that he was straight but curious, and nearby, and nervously interested in exploring that curiosity. He cringed, but hit send - now there was no turning back.\u003cbr\u003e          Opening the personal ads again, Jake browsed around for a while longer. It was all the same stuff, guys with no charm crudely trolling for a woman to make their fantasy come true, and the occasional gay hook-up. There was nothing quite as intriguing as the ad he'd responded to, and eventually he grew tired. It was getting late, after all. Jake flopped into bed, slipping out of his clothes and tossing them on the floor. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling and going over the words of the ad in his mind, until sleep took him.\u003cbr\u003e. . . . . . . . .\u003cbr\u003e          Sunlight streamed in through the windows of Jake’s room, and birds chirped on the branch outside his window. It wasn’t until the late afternoon that a loud beep forced him awake. He yawned and sat up in bed, looking around his room, and noticed the light on his cell phone blinking blue. It was then that he remembered what he’d done before he fell asleep. KinkNet. The personal ad. Blue meant a new e-mail, and KinkNet sent one whenever someone responded to a message. He’d only ever sent one message.\u003cbr\u003e          He jumped up out of bed, nearly tripping in his haste, and grabbed the phone off his desk. He opened up the mail app, and sure enough, it was a new message on KinkNet, and it was a response. He tapped the link, and the message popped open on the screen. Reading through the message, Jake’s heart thudded in his chest - not only did the man want to meet him, he wanted to meet him now.","brand":"Ms. Zara Black","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079878525168,"sku":"2940014101523","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014101523_p0.jpg?v=1763600584","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014101523","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}