Secret agent Randal Blake has been captured by the enemy, soon to be tortured and held in captivity. Or so he thinks - until his captor makes it clear that he's interested in more than information or ransom. Bold and sensual, the mysterious kidnapper offers Blake a unique alternative to traditional torture - and the drug he slipped into Blake's food is making it seem all the more enticing. Will the straight spy decide to become another man's sex slave? Warning! This 9,300 word story contains kidnapping, reluctant consent, bondage, corporal punishment, collaring, first-time anal sex, gunplay, and fisting. Adults only! - Excerpt - The whole side of his head stinging and throbbing, Blake gave Sarceda a dangerous look. But it had no power behind it, and they both knew. Blake was helpless. His shoulders ached. He squirmed against the ropes, but it was no use - Sarceda obviously knew what he was doing when it came to knots. "Apologize," he ordered, holding Blake's jaw in a vise grip. Blake swallowed. "F\\\* off," he gritted out. Sarceda's face relaxed into a smile. "That's right," he said. "Don't respond to pain. Just like they taught you." He let go of Blake's face, kneeling back down and finishing the job of removing his shoes and socks. "All the time and energy they expend, teaching you boys not to respond to pain. How much did they torture you, in the name of making you into something more than human? And it never occurred to them to try and make you immune to pleasure." He stood, stroking the top of Blake's head as if he were a housecat. "Don't worry," he said. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll remember what it means to feel pain the way the rest of us do." "I admire your confidence," said Blake, softly. Sarceda's blunt fingernails were gently scratching his scalp now, just the way he liked. The adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins was beginning to dissipate, leaving him with a strange sense of calm. He felt a warm feeling spreading through his chest. "You should know that I don't like being lied to," said Sarceda, stepping back and slipping out of his jacket. He stripped down to the waist methodically as he spoke. "But, I do appreciate what you were trying to do. Letting me believe this won't be your first time with a man. Teasing me with the possibilities. Very cute. But unnecessary." He undid his belt and slipped it out of his trousers, taking both ends and looping it around in one hand while caressing it with the other. "Do believe me when I say that there's no possibility of you turning me on any more than you already do." "Thank you," said Blake. "That's very kind." The belt came down and hit the mattress with a loud thwack, inches from his skin. Blake couldn't stop himself from flinching. Sarceda laughed suddenly, tossing it aside. "No, I won't punish you that way. Not tonight." He knelt down by Blake's feet again. "Close your eyes."

Months after being released from captivity, secret agent Randal Blake is still reeling from the heights of pleasure and pain that the mysterious Sarceda introduced him to. Unsure that he is fit for active duty, Blake's boss sends him to do some training on a military base - but his convoy is ambushed, and Blake is once again taken captive. And who should pull the bag off his head, but Sarceda himself? He is full of devilish ideas for how to show Blake just how much he missed him, and the spy is like putty in Sarceda's hands. At times, Sarceda's cruel façade begins to crack, and Blake wonders if deeper feelings are developing. Sarceda, however, has more sinister plans for Blake's future, involving the ruthless head of Colombia's biggest cartel, a renowned sadist. But as Blake begins to understand Sarceda's motivations and the terrible tragedy that has sent him on a lifelong quest for revenge, Blake realizes he must see it through - even if it means enduring greater pain and humiliation than he thought he could withstand. And rumors of betrayal by the very agency that is supposed to protect him leave Blake reeling. By the time Sarceda gives him his freedom, Blake is no longer sure where his loyalties lie... Warning! This 14,000+ word story contains kidnapping, D/s elements, reluctant consent, bondage, knifeplay, whipping, and a slightly twisted happy-for-now ending! Adults only!

This story is a standalone followup to the #1 Amazon Gay & Lesbian Erotica bestsellers, Bound by the Enemy and Bound by the Enemy: His Willing Slave. Former secret agent Randal Blake is adjusting to his new life as drug lord Sarceda's bodyguard and 24/7 sex slave. Before long, they become known as two of the most feared men in South America - but of course, that means attention from Blake's former agency, and an even bigger price on both their heads. When they are led into a trap and captured by a bounty hunter, they manage to escape with their lives, but Sarceda wants revenge...and Blake can't stop thinking about the two of them teaching the soldier of fortune how to submit and obey. But when they finally have the chance, the reality turns out to be somewhat different from his fantasy. Blake is excited to see Sarceda's ruthless side once again, but he's still struggling to come to terms with his feelings for his Master - and what it all means for both of them. This 16,000 word short story contains explicit M/m content including bareback anal sex, rimming, facials, watersports, BDSM, frottage, and branding. Adults only! - ADULTS ONLY Excerpt - "Kneel," he said, and Blake did. He looked up at his master, unsure of what he was supposed to do, or say, or how he was supposed to look him in the eyes now that he'd almost let it slip that he... Sarceda was holding his mostly-flaccid cock between two fingers. Blake stared. What was he going to do? He knew the answer, of course. He knew, and he hated that he knew, but most of all he hated how the thought of it made his dick twitch with interest. "Would you ever leave again?" Sarceda asked. "Is there anything I could do, that would make you run away from me?" Blake shook his head. As was often the case, he couldn't tell if they were playing a game, or if this was meant to be his reality. As usual it was probably some combination of both. His dick was aimed at Blake's chest. Was he really going to do it, or was he simply fucking with his head? Blake couldn't be sure, but he was beginning to desperately hope that Sarceda had the nerve to go through with it. He wanted it, with a pang of desperation that utterly surprised him. He wanted to be defiled like that. Put in his place. Sarceda looked down at him, his face tinged with amusement. "You like this idea, don't you? What do you think I'm about to do?" "I don't know," Blake said. "Bullshit." Blake cleared his throat. "I don't know, sir," he said, loudly. "If you're trying to goad me on, it's not going to work." Sarceda let go of his cock and stepped forward, grabbing Blake's hair deep at the roots and yanking his head back. "Tell me, slut. Tell me how much you want it." A jolt of pure lust went through him at the sound of Sarceda's voice, his words, so much like he'd been a long time ago. "Please," he said. "More than anything. I want you to..."