A crowded beach, a chastity cage and a Master with sunscreen in hand: Wyatt’s cheeks burn as every eye lands on the marks of last night. Will he beg for what comes next?
Bridled, blindfolded and chained to a heavy cart, a pony hauls his Lordship through town at full speed. Every crack of the whip melts a little more of his stubborn streak, and the Lord is late for church.
After a month in chastity, Lazlo is desperate for release, but his master is in no hurry. Skilled hands keep him trembling on the edge, until one messy slip earns him a lesson he already knows by heart.
Prescott wakes gagged and tied to a chair in the dark, his head pounding and his pulse racing for all the wrong reasons. The neighbour whose lawn he kept crossing has found a way to make him stay away. How long can he hold out as the rope winches higher?
