Black and Blue

The shortandsteamy story “Black and Blue” is now available as part of  “Games in the Dark”, a BDSM anthology from Dreamspinner Press.

Black and Blue by Dar Mavison:

It’s love at first sight when Archer sees Freddie at a club. They seem compatible from the start—Freddie has a need to serve, and Archer likes to protect—but both men prize their privacy, and all they really know about each other is instinct and desire. It comes down to one night when Archer invites Freddie to his home for a private scene to convince Freddie how right they are for each other.

This terrific collection explores what is going on in both the brains and the bodies of men take a walk on the wild side with a serving of kink: restraints, blindfolds, spankings, threesomes, and more — just a taste of danger to whet your appetite.

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An excerpt from Black and Blue:

…Freddie was special. Archer knew it the moment he saw him, splayed against the back wall of the back room at The Hangar, wearing nothing but a black leather cock ring and the straps holding his wrists and ankles in place. Long and lean, wiry even, with that shock of thick,dark hair almost covering his eyes, and the burst of the black leather flog standing out starkly against his pale chest. His uncut cock, dark and engorged, looked obscenely large compared to his slender limbs and hips, and stood out from neatly trimmed dark, almost black, hair above meticulously shaved balls. Archer appreciated meticulous personal care.

Freddie was being whipped by Sandro, a burly regular at The Hangar, who clearly did not understand what he was dealing with. Sure, Freddie was enjoying the attention and he wanted more, if only so someone would eventually take the cock ring off him, but he wanted to be doing as well as being done to. He wanted to serve. Archer could see it in his eyes, in the way his arms strained, in the way he licked his lips between strokes. He needed to serve, and anyone who did not understand that was not qualified to whip a man of that caliber.

Archer understood. So the second Sandro turned his back on Freddie, Archer leaned in and said, in a low voice, “If it was me, you’d be sucking my dick by now.” Freddie had flinched, as any good bottom would have, terrified that Sandro would see him looking at another top, let alone talking to one, but it was crowded enough and loud enough, and Sandro was sufficiently distracted by the young blond in the obviously brand-new studded harness for Archer to get close enough to tell Freddie what he needed to hear.

“I’d take care of you properly.”

And Freddie, with a flash of a jealous glare at the harnessed blond, or maybe that was anger at Sandro for being so stupidly inattentive, whispered his phone number…

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