Release Day!
Oct. 7th, 2010 02:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdIt's here, it's here, it's finally here!
$3.39 from Pink petal.
Henry Toben needs the sky like his ancestors needed the sea. He works as a certified master boilerman aboard a luxury airship, taking wealthy folks from Kansas City to San Francisco, until the day his ship crosses the path of Captain Meriwether Volentine and he is taken aboard as the Captain's personal prisoner.
Henry discovers that he needs his new lover as much as he needs the sky, but a maelstrom of plots and alliances threaten to separate them forever.
(At this point, Henry is naked, on a choke-leash, blinfolded, ear-plugged and gagged, with his genitals tied off by a leather thong with bells on it.)
A tug at the leash woke him from his thoughts. His shoulders had gone stiff, and he rolled them as much as he could with his hands bound behind him. He followed Volentine, heeling like a dog.
Finally, they stopped, and Volentine removed the leash and his earplugs.
“We're back in the cabin. You were a very well-behaved pet today. We'll be landing soon. I think you'll be most comfortable for that in the bed. Will you be good if I untie your hands?”
Henry nodded, moving enough that he heard the bells on his cock chime.
Volentine laughed and rang them with his hand. “This is such a pretty piece, pet. I do think a bit of calming would do you nicely.”
Henry shook his head when he realized what Volentine was saying. The captain's hand closed on his cock, less gentle now than when he'd tied it.
“No? I could have sworn you got hard for my touch.” A rough stroke sent a shudder through Henry's whole body. “Yes, say yes, Rat.” Volentine's clever fingers danced along the bottom and tweaked the ridge of the head.
Henry shivered again.
“Tell me yes,” Volentine said again. His fingers slipped down to stroke Henry's stones, sliding through the hair of his crotch and thighs, and tracing the seam that ran down the middle of his sac.
Henry tried to pull away but felt himself nod.
“Such a good little rat. Maybe I should keep you in a cage by my bed forever.” Volentine took a firm grip and stopped teasing. His fingers burned on Henry's over-stimulated cock. He stroked along the length of it, and then swirled around the head. Henry could feel damp wetness there already. All he
craved was more of that hand, more, enough to set the simmering boiler in his belly to a full boil, so he could send out his own jets of white as his beloved ship did.
Volentine obliged him, tracing extravagant curls and loops. At one point, it felt as if he were writing his name along the length with his finger. Henry felt a definite M and a V. The small corner of his mind that wasn't stoking the fires of need in his belly marked the M for later reference.
The leather thong moved, and the bells chimed and jingled until Henry thought he would go mad from the sound. It was worse than the horses that pulled sleighs through the winter. He had to spend, had to send it all out. Volentine grasped him and stroked the whole length at once, just as Henry
did in the dark.
He groaned around the leather bit as he shot forth, feeling as if he were emptying himself from toes to neck. Volentine laughed.
“Such a good rat. I always take care of those who serve me well, Rat.” He pressed close, his scent fresh and male. “Someday, you'll tell me your name.” He kissed the parts of Henry's face that he could reach, his lips soft on Henry's cheeks and forehead. “Maybe you'll even stay.”
$3.39 from Pink petal.
Henry Toben needs the sky like his ancestors needed the sea. He works as a certified master boilerman aboard a luxury airship, taking wealthy folks from Kansas City to San Francisco, until the day his ship crosses the path of Captain Meriwether Volentine and he is taken aboard as the Captain's personal prisoner.
Henry discovers that he needs his new lover as much as he needs the sky, but a maelstrom of plots and alliances threaten to separate them forever.
(At this point, Henry is naked, on a choke-leash, blinfolded, ear-plugged and gagged, with his genitals tied off by a leather thong with bells on it.)
A tug at the leash woke him from his thoughts. His shoulders had gone stiff, and he rolled them as much as he could with his hands bound behind him. He followed Volentine, heeling like a dog.
Finally, they stopped, and Volentine removed the leash and his earplugs.
“We're back in the cabin. You were a very well-behaved pet today. We'll be landing soon. I think you'll be most comfortable for that in the bed. Will you be good if I untie your hands?”
Henry nodded, moving enough that he heard the bells on his cock chime.
Volentine laughed and rang them with his hand. “This is such a pretty piece, pet. I do think a bit of calming would do you nicely.”
Henry shook his head when he realized what Volentine was saying. The captain's hand closed on his cock, less gentle now than when he'd tied it.
“No? I could have sworn you got hard for my touch.” A rough stroke sent a shudder through Henry's whole body. “Yes, say yes, Rat.” Volentine's clever fingers danced along the bottom and tweaked the ridge of the head.
Henry shivered again.
“Tell me yes,” Volentine said again. His fingers slipped down to stroke Henry's stones, sliding through the hair of his crotch and thighs, and tracing the seam that ran down the middle of his sac.
Henry tried to pull away but felt himself nod.
“Such a good little rat. Maybe I should keep you in a cage by my bed forever.” Volentine took a firm grip and stopped teasing. His fingers burned on Henry's over-stimulated cock. He stroked along the length of it, and then swirled around the head. Henry could feel damp wetness there already. All he
craved was more of that hand, more, enough to set the simmering boiler in his belly to a full boil, so he could send out his own jets of white as his beloved ship did.
Volentine obliged him, tracing extravagant curls and loops. At one point, it felt as if he were writing his name along the length with his finger. Henry felt a definite M and a V. The small corner of his mind that wasn't stoking the fires of need in his belly marked the M for later reference.
The leather thong moved, and the bells chimed and jingled until Henry thought he would go mad from the sound. It was worse than the horses that pulled sleighs through the winter. He had to spend, had to send it all out. Volentine grasped him and stroked the whole length at once, just as Henry
did in the dark.
He groaned around the leather bit as he shot forth, feeling as if he were emptying himself from toes to neck. Volentine laughed.
“Such a good rat. I always take care of those who serve me well, Rat.” He pressed close, his scent fresh and male. “Someday, you'll tell me your name.” He kissed the parts of Henry's face that he could reach, his lips soft on Henry's cheeks and forehead. “Maybe you'll even stay.”
