STORY EXCERPT

Just when he didn’t think things could get any worse, someone parted his cheeks, obviously so they could inspect his hole. He clenched up, hoping to yank his buttocks out of their prying hands, but all he did was make the man—or whatever he was—laugh.

“Strong. Slight of build, of course, but still quite strong.”

The other one murmured something that Keenan couldn’t make out, but he was able to make a pretty good guess when the first speaker talked again.

“Yes. I think he would feel very tight. At least he would at first. I think a thrust or two would change that.”

They were talking about raping him and laughing that doing so would rip him up and hurt him. In addition to their brutal sexual talk, they also spoke about him as if he were some kind of dog on display. Nothing more than an animal put up for their amusement and pleasure. After a lifetime of longing for someone to pay attention to him, Keenan realized this was not at all what he wanted. Why couldn’t he have what those men across the street had? Just once, to have someone look at him like that… Keenan swore he would sell his soul for just one loving glance.

“He seems rather small there. I do not think your tool would fit.”

“I would find a way to penetrate him.”

They laughed again. One of them sounded like a hyena having a sneezing fit while the other sounded like he was almost singing. It was alien and strange, but still, their total disregard for him was perfectly clear. Keenan wanted to curl up and die. He’d never been so humiliated and ashamed. Since they were looking at his ass and snickering like horny teenagers, they were oblivious to what was happening on the other end. Not that they’d likely care that he was crying.

Keenan was about to scream at them to leave him alone when he noticed the man in white was back. Apparently, he was not the one holding Keenan’s cheeks apart or the one commenting on what would and wouldn’t fit into his ass. From his distance away from the podium, Keenan didn’t think the man in white had touched him. Apparently, he was only looking. When Keenan saw his gloved hand with six fingers reaching for his face, he wanted to flinch or bite, but found he couldn’t do either.

Softly, the man in white placed two fingers against Keenan’s chin and lifted his face. It seemed to Keenan’s tormented mind it took forever for the man to be revealed in full. However, when he was, Keenan decided the delay was worth the payoff. He was stunning. Understated grace and power practically oozed from his stance. The white suit covered him completely, right up to the line of his jaw. No other part of him was exposed but for his face.

His skin was light brown, his eyes molten gold, but it was his hair that held Keenan riveted. The strands were black like his own, but this man’s hair was crafted into a modified Mohawk. The tips of the fanned hair were gold, matching his eyes. The sides were short, and he had sideburns that came down to the edge of his jaw, but the longer hair on top was angled upward. Since his hair was only three or four inches long, it wasn’t a huge Mohawk, just enough to be riveting because it contrasted the ultrafine suit. All Keenan could think was that he was a majestic punk rocker. Since he didn’t have his name, Keenan dubbed him Punk Royal because he seemed almost as if he were a member of royalty who had gone off to start a trash band but had to occasionally dress up to please his family. While he was willing to wear the outfit, he wasn’t willing to change his hair style.

But what was most astonishing was the way Punk Royal was looking at Keenan. He kept his two fingers on Keenan’s chin while he peered deep into Keenan’s eyes. A shiver of longing went through Keenan, making him keenly aware of his nudity. But he no longer cared about the jerkwads pondering his backside. Whatever he was destined for, this man was going to be the one in control. Ironically, he felt relieved. If this man bought him, he didn’t think he would be cruel. But then again, looks could be deceiving. And as he so often noted, he was very good at being very wrong.

But certainly, something had to go right for this the day of his twenty-fifth birthday. Keenan had always gone to his sister’s for a perfunctory cake and homemade dinner, but the evening was over before seven and he was back home by eight. Inevitably, he’d sit in his chair and peer across the street, wondering what his birthday would be like if he had a partner who loved him.

When Punk Royal pulled his fingers away from Keenan’s chin, he drew him back to the moment. Keenan felt bereft. In all his life, the man in white’s touch was just about the only kindness—true and freely given kindness—Keenan had ever received. Tears flooded his gaze, making his view of him double then treble. When the tears finally fell down Keenan’s cheeks, he realized the man had removed his glove. Tenderly, he reached out and stroked down the track of Keenan’s tears. When a surge of lust slammed into Keenan, hardening his cock and making him desperate to do anything and everything Punk Royal wanted, he realized his reaction wasn’t just from the man’s show of kindness. With his touch alone, the man in white was able to drive Keenan to the brink of release.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Do you find me repulsive?”

“No!” Keenan realized he’d been standing there scrutinizing Oco like he was trying to decide how much he might be worth. Despite the fact such a horrible thing had so recently been done to Keenan himself, he had no desire to inflict that shameful feeling on anyone else, especially not Oco. His Punk Royal prince had gone out of his way to minimize Keenan’s embarrassment while he was on the auction block. “You’re beautiful.”

“I am?”

“Yes.” Keenan moved until he was standing right in front of him. “I’m an idiot.”

“No you’re not.”

“I am. I thought maybe you had something so strange and alien that—never mind. You’re not human, but that’s okay, because what you are is…you.” Keenan shook his head. “I’m trying desperately to say that you’re perfect just the way you are.”

That brought a relieved smile to Oco’s handsome face. “I think you are, too.”

Keenan lifted up on his toes, angling for a kiss. Rather than step away, Oco stepped into him, pulling him close by sliding his big hands down and cupping Keenan’s buttocks. Together they groaned as their hard cocks rubbed together, making a delicious friction. When Keenan opened his mouth, Oco slid his tongue inside with a forceful insistence that caused Keenan to surrender. When he felt Oco moving him backward, he knew without looking exactly where he was taking him.

As soon as Oco got Keenan to the edge of the bed, he maneuvered him onto the surface without breaking their kiss. He balanced himself above Keenan with the strength of one arm while he worked at the fasteners of the jacket. In short order, he had the garment open, exposing Keenan’s entire body. Despite the fact he’d been bare on the block and Oco had already seen him naked, Keenan felt deliciously exposed. Perhaps it was because he still had the jacket partially on or maybe it was because they were alone. As he looked up at his knight in white, Keenan realized what was different was that he’d been partially stripped by his lover’s hand. That made all the difference in the world.

Between panting breaths, Oco placed a series of openmouthed kisses along Keenan’s face, neck, and collarbones. Each touch made him shiver delicately and long to arch up into Oco. In response, Keenan caressed the golden triangle along Oco’s chest. He discovered that teasing the edges made Oco groan and caused his cock to twitch. Curious what would happen if touched the other part of his trigo, Keenan slipped his arm around his back and worked his way toward the tiny triangle balanced above his buttocks. When he couldn’t reach, he brought his hand around to the front. Since he was unfamiliar with the fasteners, it took him a while to open them up, but once he did, he slid his hand down Oco’s pants and stroked over the triangle on his groin. This patch of golden skin seemed even more sensitive than the one on his chest.

When Oco drew away, Keenan uttered a disappointed cry. He didn’t want to wait. He wanted to keep going. Intellectually, he understood Oco’s notion of wanting to wait rather than indulging then having to give each other up, but Keenan would rather experience the very depth of lust once in his life rather than not at all. He was on the verge of begging him to come back to bed when he realized why he’d gotten up in the first place. Oco got up only to yank off his trousers and sheer underwear, and then he was back, kissing Keenan’s face while his tapered fingers teased over his nipples.

Slowly, tauntingly, Oco kissed and stroked his way down the length of Keenan’s body. He grasped Keenan’s cock, making him squirm, and then he was kissing the very tip. Keenan arched upward, lifting his upper body off the bed by pressing his head into the mattress. Nothing in the world had ever made him feel so vibrantly alive. Just when he didn’t think he was going to survive that erotic touch, Oco sucked Keenan’s cock into his mouth. Wet heat made him gasp. An urge to rock his hips made him struggle to hold still. Keenan managed to control himself only because he didn’t want Oco to stop.

Right as he reached that curious place of inevitability, the point at which his orgasm was a foregone conclusion, Oco withdrew.

“No, no. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“I know.” Oco kissed his belly then worked his way upward until they were face to face again. After kissing him senseless, Oco slid off the bed, making Keenan panic that he’d somehow ruined the moment.

“Please don’t go.”

“I’m not leaving. I swear it. I simply need something.”

“Something?” Keenan’s anxiety was battling with his desire for possession of his nerves.

“You’ll see.”