Trust fund twink and college freshman, Chad Astor is ambivalent. Gulf States University, his father’s alma mater, isn’t exactly Stanford or Berkeley, but he plans to make the most of it. At first sight, Chad’s new roommate, Brody King, seems like just another dumb rugby jock—sweaty, straight, and basic—but things aren’t always as they seem. An unlikely friendship develops between them, but when one of his teammates shows an interest in Chad, Brody gets jealous and territorial. An argument, an expensive bottle of bourbon, and a male chastity device set the stage for a homoerotic ...

While visiting a foreign country on business, Terry - an attractive, 19-year-old man - is captured by local authorities who plan to use him in the most horrific of ways. Soon he finds himself in an indescribable underworld of bondage, discipline, and torment he can't readily escape. Terry first meets Mr. Herron shortly after his capture, and it's this man's job to put the young man through the rigors of harsh training to get him ready to face the hard labor, bondage, and physical punishments he'll soon have to endure.

Whether intricately secured by ropes, locked in handcuffs, or bound simply by a lover's command, these dangerously explicit stories of restraint will grab you, tie you down, and never let you go. From professionals letting loose their inhibitions on an office retreat to a garden full of earthy "bound" delights, this cornucopia of kink shows men put in their place and then held there firmly.

I love him. And I’m pretty sure he loves me back...even though he’s straight. When I first met Carter King, I knew he was something special. I imagined us being together, and we are, but only as friends. Best friends! I’m trying to be cool with that, even though I know he has secrets, and there have definitely been mixed signals. I don’t want a crush to ruin what we already have. Then again, if there’s any chance that we can be together, it’s worth the risk, because Carter could be the love of my life. Or he might be the boy who breaks my heart.

You think you know me. That's the way I want it. Making you feel like we know each other - like we could go grab a beer sometime - is part of my job. Maybe the most vital part. It doesn't hurt that I'm easy on the eyes, single at 35, and born richer than sin. My aesthetic matters much more than it should, but all the better for my worthy cause. And it's a worthy cause. I've made an art out of making you feel good, and my influence makes you want to be good. Good like me. You think you know me, but you don't. Everyone has secrets. Mine could cost me everything.