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For readers who enjoy a dark and mysterious plot with their sexy books, comes the final installment of this kinky m/m (m/m/m & m/m/m/m/m) series inspired by the Edgar Allan Poe story, “The Fall of the House of Usher.”

In the conclusion of this kinky queer dark erotic romance, Alexander embraces a more dominant but equally submissive role within the House of Otter. Taking charge of even more boys as they join the strict order of the manor, Alexander complies with the demands of the master of the mansion as he continues to struggle with his deep sexual desires.

Deception from more than one man, and a passionate need for all of them, cloud his judgement as expectations and punishments swell. Friends become lovers as well as enemies while the whispers within the house grow louder, beckoning Alexander to fulfill a looming destiny he does not yet understand.

Color-coordinated jockstraps and harnesses, hairy chests in fetish gear, Daddy and boy dynamics, gay trans men, power exchange, mm, mmm, orgies, group play, nipple play, toys, sounding rods, and so much more lead up to one ultimate decision for Alexander.

With time running out, he must choose between his love for his friends, his keeper, and himself as he decides if the sexual lust he’s being offered tastes best paired with love or money.

It’s Edgar Allan Poe but with a queer kinky twist!

**This MM BDSM Paranormal Dark Erotic Romance takes consent seriously. No otter boys were harmed (unless they wanted to be) in the writing of this book.***

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Publié par	4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Date de parution	21 mars 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781644501559
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Saving A lexander
Copyright © 2021 Leo Sparx. All rights r eserved.

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E-Book ISBN: 978-1-644 50-155-9
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-644 50-156-6

Dedication

To m y readers for being otte r worldly.

Que er Zoology
Otter (n) : a man who is leaner than a cub or bear but still cove red in fur

C hapter One

C haos.
Chaos is what you get when seven men occupy any house, no matter the size. When they sat around the long banquet table during the day, it was easier to see the marks on arms and shoulders: the shape of the same hand, dark across nearly every shade of face. On any part without a beard or mustache or fur, there was some lasting sign of d iscipline.
But today the thing on everyone’s mind was food. It was whatever Darius had cooked up in the kitchen that smelled so good. Usher was on a trip for the first time in weeks. With just me and the boys in the house, it was home, but in a much larger f loor plan.
“If we’re gonna do it, then we’re gonna do it right,” Darius said as the door from the kitchen swung open and settled back into place. He was wearing his apron, and not unlike the small quarters we used to call a house, everyone was as close to naked as possible.
Darius set a large dish in the center of the table where we’d all gathered at the middle seats. Taking off the apron, he settled into an empty chair and let the plushness of the seat cradl e his ass.
Sonny was perched nearby, literally up on his bare feet more than sitting. With his knees bent, he hovered over the table setting identical to the one in front of each of us. He gripped an oversized fork and spoon that were definitely intended to be serving utensils. As they glimmered in the afternoon sun next to his nipple rings, I wondered what it was about gay men that made it impossible for us to sit correctly.
Neither Brent nor Marco’s feet were flat on the floor either. Both of the blondes had dark roots growing from their scalp now. One draped his legs over the arm of the velvet dining room chair, and the other was on his knees. When one switched positions, the other followed. It had been like this for days. All of us sat just lazily eating and lounging in the various unlocked rooms of the house while its owner was away.
Something had changed after the boys arrived. Bedroom doors that would typically be locked were suddenly wide open. But as fun as it all felt, I knew well enough the freedom we were being allowed paired with a steep payment. Maybe not a bruise or sting, but something worse. A strange emptiness sat in my stomach, and it wasn’t hunger. While the boys shoveled hot food into their mouths, the feeling loomed in the mansion like a ghost story I hadn’t heard yet.
“Let’s swim after lunch,” Marco said, plopping something with gravy and vegetables on his plate. Darius shot me an oops look from across the table. I hadn’t told anyone else about the pool, but apparently they all knew now.
Telling Darius the truth about Roderick being in the house hadn’t been an easy conversation, but I didn’t have an option after they’d seen each other. Even if their introduction had been less than informal, Darius seemed to know exactly who Roderick was while he knelt on the floor near him.
That night when Darius encountered the man he’d only heard stories about around town, I stood on the other side of the two-way glass. Looking at the collection of hairy men inside the dungeon, lights flashed on the control board and reflected in t he window.
Just beyond it, I could see Roderick’s cock dripping through the cage that had been put around him. The silver tray he braced on his flat hand held three whips ready for Usher to use at any time. They didn’t seem heavy, but I could tell from the way Roderick’s bent arm shook near the elbow that he had been suspending them for quite a duration.
He was being punished, and I should have been grateful that the blame was on him instead of me for our pool encounter. After all, he had lied to me. I’d scrubbed the house clean inside and out as penance for believing him, but this punishment was more severe. Observing his confinement, the way his cock and balls were secured behind the metal rungs of the cage, I wanted to feel v indicated.
I wanted to be ang ry at him.
But among the emotions I felt observing my former housemates knelt on the cement and Roderick in agony, anger wasn’t one of them. Usher had noticed me, even if I wasn’t certain how he’d spotted my form through the glass. No one else had. Perhaps they were too focused on the hurt about to be inflicted upon the ir bodies.
With a wink in my direction, the man in the suit, the only one wearing real clothing, grabbed the smallest whip from the silver tray. Roderick’s arm trembled, and he straightened his legs. Small droplets drizzled from him until they hit the floor.
Usher smirked and stuck a single finger through the rungs of the cage. He ran his thumb over the moisture and rubbed it along the length of the skin he could access beyond the barrier. My former partner-in-crime winced, knowing the harder he got, the more the cage would push back against him. It looked like Usher laughed, but I couldn’t hear him.
I glanced at the buttons and dials on the control board. A lever with an ear symbol and ascending bars seemed a strong possibility to add audio to the movie playing out in front of me. Unsure if I should risk it, I moved the tab slowly upward, expecting to accidentally turn on some sort of music or completely cut the lights. An intrusive thought crossed my mind: I could ruin Usher’s façade, abruptly fading his scene to black. It was almost funny, but I knew the swift punishment that would follow would not hold the same humor. Right now, for whatever reason, he was sparing me from participating in the ceremony, but he could have me on the other side of that glass whenever he wanted.
Luckily, the lever I’d chosen seemed to open a channel, and now I could hear the whimpers coming from the boys. They posed with mouths open, tongues out, the whip tapping at their inner thighs. When Usher’s spit landed inside each of them, they held it there until he commanded them to swallow. I watched the bulge of his DNA travel through their throats. If it hadn’t been official before, i t was now.
Usher looked up toward me again and smirked. Turning away from the four vulnerable hairy men, he stood in front of Roderick and his caged cock. He set the whip he’d been using on the tray and exchanged it for one resembling a riding crop. Roderick didn’t move his face, but his eyes stared down at Usher’s selection. I’d forgotten how long his eyelashes were, the way they could make his eyes glitter when he experienced extreme emotion: happiness, sadness, hornin ess, fear.
With a few slaps on Usher’s palm, the riding crop cracked, echoing through the concrete room. The boys behind him seemed to tremble, but for just a second, I thought I saw Sonny smile. I shook my head, assuming the last thing Usher would want is for a boy to be amused by h is sadism.
Using his shiny shoe, Usher pushed at Roderick’s bare foot just below the ankle. “Wider,” he said. Roderick obeyed immediately and another drizzle found its way through the cage and to the floor below. With his thighs farther apart, Roderick’s balls were exposed and available to Usher. The suited man used his grip on the riding crop to issue quick controlled movements, three taps in a row to Roderick’s sensitive han ging skin.
It looked like his knees may buckle until Usher said, “You had better not drop my tray, boy.” Roderick steadied himself, and a tear fell from his eye in rhythm with new droplets of precum from his cock. Behind Usher, Sonny bit his lip to stifle another smile, and Darius moved his body close enough to jab him with his elbow. He looked at him with wide eyes as if to say stop .
Darius had seen more than the other three boys in this house and learned quickly the extent of Usher’s playtime. I still had yet to experience the sounding rods he had told me about, but I saw them shining from a rack, fully sanitized and prepared. Since Usher had developed a fascination with inserting the long metal dowels into Darius specifically, the last thing he needed was for Sonny to invite punishment with a litt le giggle.
Maybe he was nervous or maybe still stoned from the outside world—I still had no idea how long they had been here before the ritual began—but whatever the reason, Sonny couldn’t stop his glee about being in bondage. Usher must have heard the interaction because he spun around quickly, catching Sonny mid-smirk. The long-haired man let the expression dissolve from his face the moment the man holding the whip had his eyes on him, but the damage had already been done.
Leaving Roderick standing in place, still balancing the tray and in visible pain, Usher fo