One Night in a Dungeon

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Are you ready to step into the dungeons and minds of three edge-playing Doms? Luminosity Publishing brings you the much anticipated, One Night in a Dungeon anthology.

A collection of red-hot M/M, M/M/M, BDSM stories written especially for you by three international bestselling authors, H.C. Brown, Tamsin Baker, and Dylan McEwan.

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Master Luke by H.C. Brown:

After so many subs, the men’s names have faded into sated memories of lust, with one exception, Master Luke’s vanilla virgin, Brian, and the one night in his dungeon, he will never forget…

Excerpt: I’m looking for down and dirty, hot and willing, so if you’re looking for a happy every after in my dungeon, you’ve come to the wrong guy.

The BDSM club, Red, is my domain. I enjoy the scent of men, especially when wrapped in the rich musky male smell of sex and leather. I like to take my time looking over the mix of subs on offer. They say there is someone for everyone but for me it makes no difference once I have them tied to my bench, and begging for my cock … and they all do … beg, I mean. It is the sweetest sound and almost as good as the little moans they make when they come.

Red is a safe environment with regulation testing for all members, and tonight I’ve set my sights on a sweet piece of virgin ass by the name of Brian. Fuck! The moment, he walked past, his face all flushed, looking around excited, he could have stood on a table and shouted, “Look at me. I’m a vanilla virgin.”

Fuck, my cock hardened so damn hard it made my head spin. He had that cute look, unsullied, fresh, and oh so innocent. I almost came in my pants when he did the unforgivable and met my gaze with a challenge I couldn’t ignore. The noise around me faded into a buzz, and I grabbed his arm to spin him around to face me. “You looking for some action, pup?”

He gave me that, “who me” look and wet his bottom lip in an unconscious come-on. The blush staining his cheeks made my cock grow an extra inch. The damp head pressed against the rough zipper of my pants sending waves of delicious sensation straight to my balls. I wanted to throw him over the nearest table, rip off his pants, and do him dry. I bit back the wave of insatiable need and sucked in a deep breath trying to curb my enthusiasm.

“I–I’m not sure.” He shuffled his feet and his gaze settled on my hard-on. “Maybe…”

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Master Tony by Tamsin Baker:

Master Tony is ready to fulfill Nathan’s wicked fantasies, and if his sub can go the distance, he might decide to keep him…

Excerpt: The first crack of the whip felt almost soothing. The leather wrapped itself around my belly then flicked back. I grabbed onto the chains and let my head drop.

Over and over the sting of the whip made me cry out, and I loved the burn. My cock was back to half mast, and I let the pain drop me down, down, and further down. I was one with the moment, swaying my hips to the music in my head.

Master Tony flicked the whip in a particularly quick arch, and I’d cried out “yellow” before I made the conscious choice to end the session. He stopped instantly, moving close to press his now naked chest to my burning back.

“Good boy, pretty boy, brave boy.” Master Tony crooned to me and stroked my hair, while the burn in my back turned to something pleasing.

He untied me from the chains, and I cried out at the pain my sore limbs protested. Master Tony rubbed my aching arms as I fell back onto him. He wrapped his arms around me. My eyes were still closed.

“Lie on your tummy, baby boy, and I’ll get the cream.”

I moved forward, but Daddy helped me lie on my belly, my stiff prick hard under me. I didn’t know if he meant lube or cream for my back but at that moment I didn’t care.

Cool fingers rubbed into my back, and I moaned, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Daddy” almost seemed an appropriate term for Master Tony as he cared for me. He massaged the cream into my back in a soothing rhythm, moving down my spine until he found my still-burning ass. I lifted myself up wantonly, and he chuckled.

“On your knees.”

I moved to my knees, lethargy pushed to the back of my mind as my body began to throb with awareness.

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Ranulf by Dylan McEwan:

With his Viking physique, Nordic godlike features, and insatiable sexual appetite, Ranulf is the supreme Alpha male, a Dom’s Dom—and his underground dungeon is by no means his darkest secret…

Excerpt: “I knew they’d make a cute cage couple,” the leather-clad master commented. “It’s fun watching two subs together.” He went up to the cage and reached a hand between the bars to stroke Kristztian’s hair. “Kiss” he ordered, stepping back again to stand beside the other, lesser Dom.

Ryan pulled back a little from the other lad and looked to Brandon. No matter how many other men they had sex with, the rules were no kissing and no sleeping with. As magnetic and intense as Ranulf was, he couldn’t break their rules for him or for anyone, not without consulting his boyfriend first. Ranulf’s eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips together in a hard thin line for a few seconds before speaking.

“My dungeon, my rules. Down here, you do what I say. If you refuse, you will be hurt.”

Adrenalin rushed through Ryan’s body in a fearful glorious surge. He was a little scared, yes, but elated at the same time. After all, as long as he was compliant, there was surely no need to be really afraid; and if Ranulf went too far, Brandon would step in anyway, he would always protect him. He looked back at Kristztian, met his gaze briefly, then leaned in and pressed his mouth against his. He was cool and moist and tasted of cinnamon. He tentatively, slowly, drew his tongue across his lips as an erotic invitation. The invite was accepted – he parted his lips just enough to allow the gentle oral penetration. He lightly rested his hands on the other slave’s shoulders and felt a hand tangling into his hair.

“Tell me, has Ryan ever fucked? Been the top?” Ranulf asked Brandon, still keeping his gaze fixed on their two boys kissing and lightly petting.

“No, never” he replied, shaking his head. “He’s completely submissive. Why?”

“The top isn’t always the dominant partner in a relationship, you know, that’s a common misconception,” he told him. “And in a BDSM relationship, a total submissive can definitely top if it’s done right. It all depends on how it’s played out. If you have an established and recognized Power Dynamic, then getting your Bottom to Top doesn’t threaten to blur the lines. You’re still completely in control. You can humiliate, embarrass and discomfit a sub by forcing them to fuck, though they usually discover it’s fun after the initial awkwardness is past. You’re getting turned on watching them making out. Imagine watching them screw!” Suppressing a smirk, the more assertive male sat down on the fuck stool beside him, legs wide, hands in pockets. “Kristztian, get his cock out. Make him hard” he ordered his slave boy, who obeyed without any hesitation.

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