A Hampton Road Club story
Angelo wonders if the Hampton Road Club will offer him a new beginning and whether he can love two men at the same time.
Angelo escaped his family’s farm to be with his first and only love in Los Angeles. He meets up with him at Walter’s speakeasy, but their reunion is short-lived when Angelo discovers that his lover is embracing the Roaring Twenties with as many men and as much hooch as he can. With nowhere to stay and no job prospects, Angelo faces an uncertain and scary future.
Ex-prizefighters Bruce and George enjoy their employment at the Hampton Road Club for more than one reason. They can indulge in their passion for sadomasochism and search for the boy who will be the submissive they keep forever. Unfortunately, none of the men at Hampton Road are good prospects. When they run into a forlorn Angelo in the alley outside a speakeasy, their protective instincts kick in. But will they want to do more than just protect Angelo? And will the shy and inexperienced man embrace a lifestyle he never knew existed?
Publisher's Note: This book is linked to the Hampton Road Club series
General Release Date: 10th July 2018
“Georgie boy, you were like a prized bull in the ring tonight the way you rutted that boy Isaac over and over.” Bruce let out a satisfied sigh as he rolled over in their bed then propped himself up on one elbow. “He has a bit of the sass to him, but a fine specimen nonetheless.”
George grunted as he lay on his back, one beefy arm covering his eyes while he relaxed in the afterglow of their enthusiastic fucking. Isaac hadn’t been interested in sharing the moment with them and they hadn’t encouraged him to stay, either.
“Nah. You’re the prized one.” George lifted his arm just a bit and peeked up at him with one eye. “And I’m done with that boy. Ain’t worth it.”
Bruce smirked at his lover then tugged on him. George had gone back to hiding underneath his arm and it had nothing to do with needing to shield his eyes from too much light. They’d been together for almost five years, and he knew damn well when George was being more ornery than usual. George gave another grunt then adjusted his body so he could face him. Bruce planted a firm kiss on his lips and George swiped at his mouth as if it had annoyed him. Ornery cuss all right.
Bruce snorted. “Besides him being a spoiled, whiny brat, whatchya got against the little bastard?”
George’s expression still radiated his trademark frown. It accentuated his big, handsome mug and bright hazel eyes crowned by their bushy black brows. His lips were plump and full, even though they’d been marred on one side from a knife fight he’d been in prior to them meeting. And what a meeting that had been. They’d fought each other in the heavyweight class at a boxing ring in Santa Barbara, which was almost a hundred miles north of Los Angeles. It had been declared a draw, so after a bout of name-calling and a drunken challenge, they’d found themselves alone at the gym late at night, punching, wrestling—then fucking each other into the mat. Bruce grinned. And we ain’t never looked back.
George’s rough-hewn masculine features creased more as his frown deepened. “What? What’s got you so jolly? And anyway, don’t you think that boy is playin’ us for chumps? Cuz I think he knows who we was. Probably figures we got loads of dough stashed away somewhere and we’ll be his ticket to the easy life.”
Bruce grinned. “Maybe that’s cuz we do got loads of dough stashed away.”
“That don’t mean we gotta shower it on him.” George snorted. “He ain’t got that nice an ass.”
Bruce splayed his fingers across George’s hairy chest until he found a nipple. He gave it a hearty twist. George yelped then batted Bruce’s hand away with another frown.
He glared at Bruce. “Hey, that’s what the men here at the club are for.”
“And that Isaac fellow bruises up quite nicely.” Bruce kept rubbing George’s chest, but didn’t pinch him again. He was too exhausted from their rowdy tumble with Isaac to start up a bunch of rough-housing.
George covered his hand with his own, his features finally softening as he gazed back at him. “Like I said, don’t mean he’s the one we gotta do anything with.”
Bruce shook his head. “Don’t mean that at all. But I’m wondering if there ain’t anyone here for us like we’d hoped. Maybe we should just take what’s offered and be glad of it. It ain’t like we got lots of options.”
George dropped his gaze, but squeezed Bruce’s hand. They had each other and genuine love, which was a lot to be grateful for. Truth was, either one of them would die for the other, but it was more understood than spoken of. However, they couldn’t answer the need to dominate for each other. They had always shared a submissive boy—hopefully one with a masochistic bent—whenever they could find one.
Their original discovery of a private group in Santa Barbara—which consisted of men who enjoyed giving and receiving pain—had been a brilliant find. They’d made friends with a fellow Dominant, Thomas, who’d helped guide them through some of the protocols of such a relationship. It had immediately made their own shared partnership better and shown them how they could always stay together, but still get their other needs met as well. When Thomas had found a better, more reputable club, they’d relocated to the Los Angeles area and, subsequently, to Hampton Road. As it turned out, the club had been in immediate need of men such as themselves to help out with security. It was a fresh start and the chance to maybe finally find the one man whom they could claim for good.
But so far, they hadn’t been as lucky as some of the other fellows, including their friend Thomas. It didn’t stop them from indulging in a bit of fun with the willing patrons when they weren’t on duty, however. They were primarily required to be available on weekends and during special events which held the potential for getting more out of control. But since they also lived on the premises, they didn’t mind if Saul, the man in charge of things at Hampton Road, needed them to come to the rescue. It didn’t matter to them at all if they were interrupted in the middle of a frolic. Saul had been very good to them and he had their respect.
George sat up, yanking the covers away as he did. He scratched his head then made a vain attempt at smoothing his errant strands of hair back into some semblance of order.
“I’m gettin’ me a sandwich. There should be some a the rib roast leftover that chef Jean made.” George regarded him over his shoulder. “You want anything?”
Bruce rubbed George’s lower back. His Georgie wasn’t all that comfortable with what he called the ‘soft stuff’—kisses and hugs and hand-holding—but Bruce believed he secretly enjoyed them.
“I’m good. Thanks.”
George rose from the bed and grabbed his flannel robe. He also didn’t go much for what he called ‘high falutin’’ stuff either. He’d wear a satin robe for the ring, but that was different. To him, being a pugilist was a revered position and called for something extra special. But parading around as if you were the big cheese all the time when you were really just a regular guy was showing off. George didn’t take too kindly to showing off.
Bruce rolled onto his back again and folded his hands behind his head. Maybe George was right. Just settling for anybody wasn’t the way to go about finding a good submissive man. Whoever they allowed into their private world should be worthy of their love. Bruce smiled. When they finally found someone who they wanted to keep, that boy would never want for a thing. Especially love.
Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after.
If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011.
Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
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