Taking the Knot

Muscled male torso in studio

About  Taking the Knot

Author: Sean Michael

Word Count: 30250

Page Count (pdf): 118

ISBN: 978-1-77423-115-9

Price: 3.99

Pairing:  M/M

Series: The Giving Place

Genre: Contemporary BDSM

Date Published: November 17, 2020

Publisher:  Sean Michael

Heat Rating:  5

File Types available: epub, mobi, pdf

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Summary: 

Can a very human man find satisfaction with a demon?

Matt is a big guy, tall, broad and muscular; he’s a man you assume is a top. Matt has desires, though, needs that he keeps hidden until the day when he sees his friend Don naked in the gym’s changing room. Don’s a big guy like him, and he’s wearing some very sexy, very intimate jewelry in places Matt has never even imagined possible and he’s… intrigued.

Don invites Matt to the club where he met his Master and while Matt can’t quite believe he’s doing it, he goes along. When he arrives at the club, it’s one surprise after another, but the enormous man he meets there, who just might be more than human, gives Matt more than he’s ever dreamed of, or admitted to wanting.

Blaze has been searching for his one special human, the one who can be his partner and return to the underworld with him. When he sees Matt, he recognizes the stud immediately for the one he’s been waiting for. Now he just needs to convince Matt.

Will Matt and Blaze find happiness together being their true selves? Find out in this intense, hot as the hinges of hell romp.

Excerpt: 

Chapter One

“What the fuck is that?” I blink at Don, shocked out of my mind. It isn’t that he’s shaved clean. God knows we’ve all done that. It’s the fact that he’s got a wire cage around his fat cock, a little jewel sticking out from the slit.

Seriously, this is a fucking locker room.

“You never seen a cock cage before?” Don asks, looking at me like I’m the crazy one. I’m pretty sure he’s trying to brazen through it. At over six feet with a fuckton of muscles, I imagine that look usually works. Unfortunately for Don, I can match him pound for pound.

“What the fuck are you wearing it for? Here?” And why is it so fucking impossible to ignore? Don’t look. Just don’t. Eye contact, right? Don’t look at Don’s prick.

On my way up to meet Don’s eyes, I notice the tatt—no, it’s not a tattoo. It’s a brand. On Don’s chest, over his heart. It looks like a fucking demon head—horns and everything. When I finally make it to Don’s eyes, his gaze is on me, boring right into me.

“I am wearing it here because my master demanded it.”

“I—” Whoa. Just whoa. “Okay.”

“You want to see the plug I’m wearing, so I’m ready for his will?”

“What?” I can’t fucking breathe.

“You seem pretty curious about it, so I’m wondering if you want to see the plug too? Get an eyeful of the whole deal.”

“I’m not. Christ.” I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. This is my fucking best friend.

“Sorry, Matt. I didn’t mean to get a tone with you—but you were sounding rather judgmental there.” Don finishes drying off and pulls on a pair of underwear.

“Just shocked. Sorry.” Christ. Christ. I need to get out of here. I head for my locker, drag on my jeans.

“Oh, come on, Matt. We’re friends. If you’ve got questions, I’m happy to answer them. Seriously.”

“Whatever turns you on, man. I mean, it’s none of mine.”

Don chuckles. “You should have seen your face. Shocked doesn’t even begin to cover it.” He pulls on a pair of jeans and adds a T-shirt that’s tight, showing off his muscles.

“Yeah, sorry.” What am I supposed to do? Not freak?

“Come on. Let’s go get that coffee you owe me.” He smacks me on the butt as he walks by, just like he’s done a hundred thousand times before when we leave the locker room.

“Yeah, yeah.” I tug on my shirt and grab my wallet. Seriously? I’m supposed to sit there and…what? Be like nothing happened?

I follow him out and I can’t stop watching his ass, knowing he’s wearing a fucking plug. I try to forget it, but I just can’t.

Fuck, I need to get laid.

Don looks back at me and grins. “You do, do you?”

Oh fuck, I said that out loud?

“Huh?” Go for stupid. Go for stupid.

Don laughs and claps me on the back. “I bet we could find someone to take care of that for you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man. You got sex on the brain.”

“You going to pretend you didn’t say you needed to get laid?” Don shakes his head.

“I didn’t!” Of course, I didn’t. “And anyway, you know me and Bry are done.”

“I know. That’s why I’m thinking you need to be set up with someone else. Someone who can give you what you need and tear your ass up.” Don holds open the gym door for me.

“Yeah.” Fuck, like anyone has been able to do that…ever. I’m too aggressive, too big, too much. I’d thought Don was just like me too. If I ever thought about it. Which I haven’t. Because Don is my friend.

“It can happen, Matty. I swear. There’s a place…”

“Shh. Coffee. We’re not talking about sex.”

“Why not?” Don asks. “We’re both adults.”

“Because it’s weird? Because you have a thing in your cock? Around your cock?”

“You curious about how it feels? Because it’s hot. It’s even hotter that my master wants me to wear it.” Don doesn’t seem at all embarrassed.

“Stop saying that.”

“Stop saying what?”

“You know what!” We aren’t the type of guys that say things like master.

“I’m not ashamed. I’m fulfilled. Happy.”

We go into the coffee shop and get in line, and I’m grateful he leaves it at that because now we can be overheard.

I order a latte and a piece of lemon pound cake and then wave to Don. “Whatever he wants.”

“Just a black coffee, please. I have a date in an hour.” He looks extremely pleased about this fact.

“Busy, busy.” I pay, hand Don his drink.

“I have time to sit for a few minutes though.” Don nods toward a table in the corner.

“You want half my cake? I’ll share.”

“Yes. Please.” Don offers me a grin and sits across from me, lounging in the booth, dominating it, really. He’s such a big guy.

That’s one of the reasons we’re friends. He gets it. He gets me. It’s not tough being a big guy. I mean, I’m not whining. But people make assumptions, and it’s nice to be with someone who doesn’t.

I break the piece of cake in half and hand it over. “You have a good workout?”

He snags a corner of his half and pops it in his mouth. “Decent, yeah. You?”

“Not bad. It was leg day.”

“I like leg days. I’m less fond of cardio days.” He makes a goofy face that clearly means ew.

“No shit. Can’t we just pump iron?” That would be easier. “What’s your meeting?”

He grins at me. “I said date, honey. And it’s with the guy who has the key.”

“Oh.” Fuck. “Sorry. I assumed it was work.”

“No, I have a long weekend.” Don shifts and smiles, then shifts a little more.

I’m going to pinch him. Hard.

“Good deal. I do too. Yay bank holidays.”

“So come back to the club with me.”

“What?” What club?

“I won’t pussyfoot around. It’s a sex club. They’ve got what you need though, I promise you that.”

My cock jerks, filling, surprising me. “A sex club? Where the hell did you find something like that, man?”

“I got lucky and stumbled across it. You got lucky in that you know me.”

“You stumbled on a sex club.” I’ve been in this city my whole life, and I’ve never stumbled into a jewel in my cock.

“Yep.” He’s obviously not going to tell me the story.

I have to admit. I’m curious. Intrigued. Horny.

“Fucker. Tell me what’s up.”

“What’s up is that this place is a no-holds-barred sex club. They will chew you up, spit you out, and have you thanking them for it.”

“I wish.” Did I say that out loud? Seriously?