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Rough Gay Gangbang (Gay BDSM Menage Erotica)
Rough Gay Gangbang (Gay BDSM Menage Erotica)
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When an anonymous tip gets Gil inside the Roman Holiday bathhouse, he wasn't sure what to expect. A sex club for every rich and powerful older man in town was not what he'd expected. A mysterious stranger leads the younger man to a private room, and the gangbang initiation ritual begins. Will Gil pass their brutal test? Warning: The 3,850-word erotic short features explicit gay BDSM sex, including bondage, forced seduction and the gay menage of your submissive dreams! Adults only!
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Roman's strong hand wrapped around my wrist. “Oh, I think I should be the one asking that. Now get over there.” I followed his finger to the ground, where four stakes poked out of the tiles. “What do I-”
Before I could finish, he shoved me to the floor. Somehow I avoided the rods, but that didn't stop my side from stinging. “Please, if you could just tell me-”
Hands gripped my arms and dragged me forward. Lengths of rope spilled to the ground. “I think you need to stop asking questions.” My spine shivered as the billionaire's well-dressed arms bound me to the spikes on the floor. The strands dug into my skin, and I was reluctant to admit how much I liked it. “Enjoying yourself, Mr. Roman?”
A hand cracked down on me while he finished with my ankles. “You talk a lot.”
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Roman's strong hand wrapped around my wrist. “Oh, I think I should be the one asking that. Now get over there.” I followed his finger to the ground, where four stakes poked out of the tiles. “What do I-”
Before I could finish, he shoved me to the floor. Somehow I avoided the rods, but that didn't stop my side from stinging. “Please, if you could just tell me-”
Hands gripped my arms and dragged me forward. Lengths of rope spilled to the ground. “I think you need to stop asking questions.” My spine shivered as the billionaire's well-dressed arms bound me to the spikes on the floor. The strands dug into my skin, and I was reluctant to admit how much I liked it. “Enjoying yourself, Mr. Roman?”
A hand cracked down on me while he finished with my ankles. “You talk a lot.”
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