Submissive Candy by Zane Menzy
Good morning, MM book lovers! Today I’ve got Submissive Candy by Zane Menzy — check it out!
Blurb:
Everything blew up in Levi Candy’s face when he set out to seduce his best friend Josh Stephenson. Instead of having his dubious way with the sexy straight boy, and making him the unwitting star of the next Candy Boy blog entry, Josh’s father thwarted Levi’s plan and taught him a humiliating lesson.
In exchange for Josh’s father’s silence, Levi is forced to write a story about the night his body was disciplined by the dominant man in ways he will never be able to forget or undo. If he doesn’t want people finding out about his scandalous online alter ego then Levi best damn well do it. But there’s just one problem… no one tells Levi Candy what to do and gets away with it.
Two stubborn men, both dominant by nature, are on a collision course with cruel carnality where there can only be one winner and hearts will never beat the same again.
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Excerpt:
Dwight tugged nervously on his earlobe as he watched the boy head towards the smokers area out the back of the tavern. He’d never been cruised so blatantly before that he was unsure of what to do. Certainly never in his local tavern. His head knew that if he were to follow the boy then he would put himself in danger of doing something stupid and reckless but his hardening cock begged him to stand up and chase after the young man regardless of the consequences. In the end—like always—his cock was what he listened to.
“I’m just nipping out for a fag,” Dwight said, standing up. If he wasn’t so nervous about Shifty asking to join him he would have laughed at how honest his statement was. He needn’t have worried. His older pal was far too engrossed in the rugby to give a toss about joining him for a cigarette.
With a sure stride, Dwight headed to the outdoor smoking area, hunting the blond lad down like a dog chasing a frisbee. As soon as he stepped outside, Dwight was taken aback by how dark the courtyard was. It looked to be deserted and no sign of the blond boy. He scanned the empty chairs that were placed around dimly lit braziers but could not see him anywhere.
Maybe he didn’t go this way.
Just as he turned on his heels, about to head back inside, he heard a low cough come from the far corner of the courtyard. He spun back around and that was when he saw him stood against a vine-covered brick wall. A smile formed on Dwight’s lips and he made his way over to the flirty boy.
“Howzit,” Dwight said, his voice pitched low with gravel.
“Hey.” The boy stood there completely relaxed, oozing a sexual confidence rarely found in young guys.
Dwight jammed his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his feet, not entirely sure how to progress things. He liked to be the alpha who had the power but he was outside of his comfort zone and unsure how to make the next move.
“So, uh, hows ya night been?” Dwight asked, his voice warbling slightly.
“Good.”
On closer inspection this lad was younger than he originally thought, more likely in his late teens than early twenties. “How old are you?” Dwight asked in a stern tone.
“Old enough,” came the reply, steadfast and sure.
“Old enough for what?”
“Whatever it is you had in mind.”
“Is that so.”
The boy didn’t respond; instead, he bit down on his bottom lip, extending his hand out and placing it on Dwight’s crotch, grabbing him firmly.
Dwight coughed out a quiet gasp. The boy had his balls in his hands, seizing control of the interaction. This was not how Dwight wanted things to go.
The boy kept hold, gripping Dwight tightly in his hand, staring into his dark eyes which were torn between pleasure and fright. His cock twitched and grew firm between the boy’s furled fingers.
The boy breathed heavily, releasing his grip on Dwight’s dick and asked, “How old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?”
He looked Dwight up and down, scanning his face. “I reckon you’re about Twenty-eight or twenty-nine?”
Dwight’s ego began to swell just like his cock, scaring off his jitters and injecting him with enough confidence to wrestle back control of the moment. “Close enough.”
“Was I right?”
“You’ll have to count the rings around my cock to find out, won’t ya?”
The boy sniggered. “Is that before or after you count mine.”
“I won’t be counting yours, sunshine.”
“And why not?”
“Cos I ain’t a cock-slobbering homo.”
“You might change your mind when you see it.” He grabbed Dwight’s wrist roughly and pressed Dwight’s hand to the hard ridge behind his zipper. “What do you think?”
Dwight kept his hand pressed against the boy’s rock-hard dick, adding a small amount of friction, wishing like hell those jeans weren’t in the way. He could tell the boy wasn’t huge but he would be a good mouthful. Not that he had any intention of wrapping his lips around it.
Dwight Stephenson sucked no man’s cock.
“Unzip me. I know you want it,” the boy said, all breathy-like. “My dick.”
“I might like to have a play with it,” Dwight admitted. “But not out here.”
“Fair enough.” The boy looked around the courtyard, his eyes seeking secret spots. “But where then?”
“The women’s toilets.”
“The women’s toilets,” the boy echoed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“There’s only one bitch here tonight—aside from you of course—so we shouldn’t get interrupted.”
“Oi. I’m not a bitch, bro.”
“You are whatever I want you to be.” Dwight stared back with unflinching dominance.
The boy’s face began to crinkle with doubt. He appeared to be in a war with his inner pride and self-respect, trying to decide if he should just walk away. He finally gave a begrudging nod of the head, agreeing to the submissive role he was being assigned.
Dwight suppressed a smile and instructed, “Now, I want you to go back inside, lock yourself in one of the ladies cubicles, strip naked, and bend over the toilet and wait for me to come fuck you.”
Hesitation stifled the air.
“Would it be alright if we just jacked off together? I’m not much of a bottom,” the boy said.
“If you want to hook up with me then you gonna be a bottom, son.”
The boy scratched at his neck. “Oh, man. I am keen but…”
“But what?”
“But I don’t have a condom or any lube with me.”
“Just as well for you I have a rubber in my wallet.”
“And lube?”
“Your mouth will be our lube.” Dwight gave the boy a salacious wink.
This didn’t help remove the stress etched on the boy’s face. He looked like he may just walk away.
Dwight was too damn close to miss out now, so he resorted to desperate measures. He looked behind him to make sure no one was coming then reached down and pushed his jeans off his hips, freeing his cock. “You think you can handle that?” He wasn’t fully-erect but he was hard enough for the boy to appreciate his imminent size.
The boy’s eyes glowed with horny intrigue. “Whoa, that’s a beautiful cock you got there.”
“I know.”
The boy reached over and gripped it, squeezing his warm digits around Dwight’s shaft, exploring his length. “Fuck that’s nice.”
“Okay. That’s enough.” He pushed the boy’s hand away and put his dick back in his pants.
“Is it nice enough for you to do what I want?”
“What do I get out of it?”
“The honour of being fucked by me.” Dwight was serious. “And if you’re lucky I might let you give me your phone number.”
“You’re a cocky one. Anybody ever tell you that?”
“Maybe… but it’s hard to tell what they’re saying ‘cos they’re usually choking on my dick.”
The boy laughed.
“So, are we doing this or what?” Dwight stared at him blankly.
“Yeah, why the hell not.”
“That’s the spirit, blondie.”
“My name ain’t blondie. It’s—”
Dwight put a finger to the boy’s lips, hushing him. “I don’t need your name, son. Just your arse. Now go to the toilets and wait for me.”
“How long will you be?”
“As long as I fucking want.”
“You’re a bit of an arsehole, bro.” The boy chuckled. “But it’s kinda hot.”
Of course it is.
Dwight suddenly stepped back, his eyes raking over the boy’s chest, lower, then back to his lips that would soon be sucking dick. “Hurry the fuck up and get in there. And when I say I expect you naked, I do mean naked. None of this leaving your t-shirt and socks on bullshit.”
“Yes, Sir.” The boy grinned, giving a mock salute before disappearing inside.
Dwight pressed down on his cock which throbbed impatiently as he watched the boy walk away. The blond lad may not have been Levi-Candy-gorgeous but he would do.
When he was done with taking his sweet time puffing his way through a cigarette, Dwight made his way inside where he slipped discreetly into the ladies toilets and had his way with the piece of teen meat, wrecking the boy’s arsehole with a ruthless fuck.
Yep. I’m the man.
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About Zane Menzy:
Zane lives along the wild west coast of New Zealand in an old seaside cottage with his gaming-obsessed flatmate. He is a fan of ghost stories, road trips, dark-haired men, and nights out that usually lead to his head hanging in a bucket the next morning.
He enjoys creating characters who have flaws, crazy thoughts, and a tendency to make bad decisions. His stories are emotionally-charged and don’t shy away from some of love and life’s darker themes.
