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  CONTENTS

  Rose & Thorn Society

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  About the Author

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  Switching Seth

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  ©Copyright Jamie Hill 2009

  Cover Art by Natalie Winters ©Copyright March 2009

  Edited by Janice Bennett

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  Rose & Thorn Society

  SWITCHING SETH

  Jamie Hill

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  Dedication

  To Jude, my good and tremendously helpful friend!

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  Chapter One

  The blindfold blocked the light of the bright, white room. Seth Carter found comfort and, in a strange way, security in the darkness. He tugged one of his wrists, but the half-hearted attempt was futile. Both hands were bound with nylon rope strung above his head. His thighs were cuffed, a spreader bar holding them wide apart. His feet were free, but the cool metal rod ensured a stance so wide, he wasn't going anywhere. Excitement fluttered in his stomach.

  He'd watched as the cuffs were fitted on his legs. Great care had ensured the perfect width spreader had been chosen. Seth had willingly extended his hands so rope could be knotted around them before they were pulled high into the air. Observing the bondage was part of the thrill. His cock had been erect, leaking pre-cum, by the time the blindfold appeared.

  Something soft touched his bare buttocks. The whisper-light sensation brushed between his legs, teasing his balls. A feather? Seth inhaled as the delicate plumage circled his erection, the gentle caress almost more exciting than a whip.

  He pressed his tongue against the ball-gag invading his mouth. He wasn't usually gagged. His Master generally preferred his mouth free, ready and available to suck whatever the man desired. Once Seth's hands were released and his body bent over a leather-padded sawhorse, he felt sure the rubber ball would come out. Something more interesting would go in. He knew his Master well. Anticipation was part of the pleasure for both of them.

  The feather tickled his underarms before returning to his genitals, then it moved swiftly to the backs of his knees. His legs twitched, but he tried desperately to remain still.

  Warm breath wafted over his ear. “If you move again, the next thing you feel won't be a feather,” his Master promised.

  He froze, excitement at the prospect flooding through him. The light touch teased his calves, his forearms, the centre of his back. Whispery tendrils floated across his taut nipples, lingering at the one with the small, silver hoop piercing its tip. The feather moved away, keeping him off guard. Seth didn't allow his body to twitch again. He took pride in obeying his Master's every command.

  "Very nice."

  The compliment rang in his ears. His Master didn't lavish him with praise, but he did reward good behaviour.

  A familiar, warm tongue slid across the back of his knee. It pressed a wet trail up his leg, skipped over the tight cuff that secured the stretcher bar and settled on the swell of his ass. Two hands pried his cheeks apart, and the tongue found a new target. Diving into his anus with little fanfare, the wet tormentor thrust deep, past the outer ring that made a brief attempt to force it out.

  "Ah, such a tasty, little rosebud. But so naughty. Your sphincter thinks it has control over what goes into your body. That's funny.” His Master chuckled.

  Seth quickly relaxed his anal muscles but knew it was too late. He'd be punished for not maintaining better control. The idea sent thrilling shivers of anticipation down his spine.

  His Master's strong hands pried his cheeks apart more firmly. The persistent tongue drove deep then pulled out, licking along the crease of his ass. One hand went away, but the other spread out, pulling him open. A finger rimmed his anus and pressed in, circling and stretching the hole. “We'll show that wayward little muscle who's in control. You're getting the monster tonight."

  Seth tingled inside, imagining the dildo in his mind. Thick and black, like his Master's enormous cock, the monster was unnaturally huge. Used improperly, it could tear the rectum of its recipient. Seth wasn't worried. He was horny as hell and, in the position he was in, there was no hiding that fact.

  "Ah, your cock jumped when I told you I was going to fuck you with the monster. You're such an ass slut. You want it bad.” His Master's finger tugged the ring of Seth's waiting anus, stretching it, widening it even more.

  Seth groaned into the gag. He did want it bad. He only wished he could watch.

  Another finger joined the first, coating his hole with globs of cool, slick lube. The digits were thrust in and out repeatedly.

  He lost count of how many fingers were inside him. All Seth felt was warm pressure, heat—and the pre-cum dripping down his shaft and onto his thigh.

  The cool, rubber tip taunted him when the monster replaced the fingers. The knob felt huge sliding between his cheeks, pressing against his stretched hole. Master worked it so gently, the beast slipped right in. See-sawing pressure allowed the dildo to fill him slowly to the hilt and, it seemed, beyond. Seth groaned again, straining for control.

  "Damn, this looks nice. A huge black cock forced between your smooth, white, ass cheeks, filling your hole with its gigantic girth.” Master tapped it in firmly.

  Seth felt nothing but the dildo.

  He heard the
click of a camera. Master is taking pictures of the giant rod in my ass! It was almost enough to make him shoot his wad right then.

  The dildo moved, Master returning to toy with his slut, working it in and out slowly. “You look fucking hot. I'm going to enlarge this photo so you can jack me off to it. I might even let you jack yourself off. You'll want to when you see the monster in your ass."

  Seth revelled in the pleasure of his Master's hand on his back while the other fucked him steadily, mercilessly.

  "I can't wait any longer. I'm going to release your hands and bend you over the horse. I want to fuck that sweet ass myself.” Master eased the dildo out. “Of course, I need to give you a minute to shrink back to size. Your anus is so wide open, I could fist you right now, and it wouldn't hurt."

  His ass felt naked, empty, the air wafting around it cool when the warmth of his Master's body next to him disappeared. One at a time, Seth's hands were untied, and he was forced to waddle forward until his stomach touched smooth leather. He bent, his head down, ass in the air. Each wrist was attached to a leg of the sawhorse. The rubber ball gag was removed from his mouth and, as expected, an erect cock slipped in.

  "Suck it, slave. Make it wet and slick so it can slam inside you like the monster did."

  Seth sucked his Master's cock hungrily. It already tasted salty from pre-cum. He knew his Master was extremely aroused, like he was.

  "Good, yes. That's so good.” A hand pressed the back of his head, urging him to take more.

  He licked and sucked with vigour until the staff pulled away. There was no sound. Nothing touched his body. Seth was forced to wait in the dark for the next move. Minutes seemed like hours.

  Finally a warm tongue returned to his anus, licking the rim before pressing in. His loosened muscles offered no resistance this time, and the tongue drove deep. It pulled out, and a finger slid inside, gently reaming the orifice in preparation for the next intruder.

  Seth inhaled and breathed out when the tip of his Master's cock nudged his hole. The crown was slick and wet, probably a mixture of lube and pre-cum. After eight amazing years together, they were beyond needing condoms.

  The head worked past his sphincter, and the rest followed easily. He was accustomed to his Master's length and girth, and, while the man was no monster, his cock definitely filled Seth's ass. It felt exquisite driving in and out. Slamming was a better term. Gripping his hips, his Master pummelled Seth's body as if releasing all the pent up frustration of his day.

  "Permission to speak, Master?” Seth panted.

  "Yes,” Master grunted, the word barely coherent.

  "Ah god, that feels good! Fuck me hard. I need it."

  "My little slut.” His fingers grasped the flesh of Seth's hips and pinched.

  Pain, mingling with pleasure, soared through Seth. Soon, now, his Master would flood his anus with warm, creamy cum, then it would be his turn. He ached for release but hadn't been instructed to come yet.

  "That's it!” Grinding his pelvis into Seth's ass, his Master shuddered and pumped load after load of seed into the tight channel.

  Seth bit the inside of his cheek, desperate to hold back his impending climax.

  "Ah good. So good.” Strong fingers kneaded the skin they had just pinched. “So hot and tight. Such a perfect slave. If only...” Master dragged his cock free and slid one hand between Seth and the sawhorse. “Did you come yet? If you came without permission, it'll be your last orgasm for a week."

  "No, Master.” Seth felt victorious. He'd be rewarded with a climax for exhibiting self-control.

  "That's my well-trained boy.” Master unfastened the thigh-spreader bar and freed Seth's hands. “Go ahead and jack off. Make sure you clean up everything when you're done. I'll be taking a shower."

  Taking a shower, my ass. Seth knew his Master would be watching him through the two-way mirror covering one wall of their bright playroom. Both of them were exhibitionists where the other was concerned. Watching is hot. On the other side of the mirror was a much dimmer observation area with a comfortable, well-used sofa. That's where his Master, Michael, would be.

  Seth removed his blindfold, squinting at the brightness of the room. Brilliant florescent bulbs lined the ceiling. He liked the diversity. Sometimes standing exposed under the strong lights was sexier than the darkness. He especially enjoyed it when he knew his Master viewed him through the glass.

  He eased his constricted muscles to a more comfortable, standing position. Catching a glimpse of his Master's dark torso as he left the room, Seth smiled. He leaned against the padded sawhorse and spread his legs wide. He reached for his erect cock and dragged the skin, stroking from slick tip to shaved base. He stared past his well-toned, dark-haired reflection and focused directly on the spot where his Master most likely stood on the other side. He licked his lips.

  Tugging his shaft more firmly, he ran a finger over the leaking slit. He paused to lick the cream off seductively before continuing. Imagining his Master pressed up against the glass in the next room, Seth exploded, shooting cum all over his hand and the floor.

  He revelled in the exquisite sensations a few moments before moving. Stepping forward, he pressed his sticky hand on the mirror and dragged it down, leaving a streaked print. He closed his eyes, proceeding to lick the salty nectar from his fingers, one at a time.

  The sultry show had his just-emptied cock inflating again. He had no doubts his Master felt the same way. Opening his eyes, he smiled at the mirror.

  At the sink in the corner of the room, Seth cleaned himself. He used sanitizer and paper towels on the various pieces of black metal and leather equipment they'd used in the stark, white room.

  On his knees, he washed every drop of his sticky explosion from the floor. Decidedly worth the trouble. He used glass cleaner on the mirror until it gleamed.

  Satisfied the room was spotless, he took the cleaning supplies to the observation area. Seth smiled and wiped up the pool of fresh cum on the floor in front of the window. A sticky handprint streaked that side of the glass. I knew it would. He washed the window then returned his supplies to the shelf under the sink.

  He strolled naked through the observation room then closed the outer door and climbed the stairs that led from the basement of their house. He walked down the hallway then entered the master bedroom, pausing as usual to admire the handsome decor. It always jolted him a little, coming from the austere, white rooms of the basement into the naturally lit, more normal part of their home.

  Seth and Michael had decorated each room with care. Visitors commented on their good taste, joking about the ‘gay men are great decorators’ stereotype. But he was satisfied each room was stylish and attractive.

  The bedroom had soft grey walls and was furnished in brown, cream and black, with accents of dark orange. A bold, African pattern wove through the bedcovers and drapes. Genuine artefacts from Michael's trip to West Africa adorned the walls, highlighted by an authentic Bwa tribal mask.

  Despite the uniquely African feel, Seth thought the room was homey and comfortable. They both enjoyed unwinding there after long days at their respective offices. He went to the side of the bed and tossed back the comforter.

  "Hey.” Michael strolled in from the bathroom. His dark skin glistened with moisture from his shower. “I saved you plenty of hot water."

  "You're so good to me.” Seth slipped an arm around Michael's trim waist and pulled him close for a kiss.

  Michael opened his mouth, and Seth's tongue drove forward. The tip traced each perfect, white tooth and batted against his lover's tongue. Seth finally released him with a pat to his ass. “Mmm, minty fresh. Damn, you taste good."

  "I think you taste good.” Michael ran his hands down Seth's back. “And you're the one who's good to me. Don't know what I'd do without you, babe."

  "You'll never have to find out.” Seth kissed him one more time. “Now hop in bed. When I get out of the shower I'm going to want to cuddle."

  "I'll be waiting.” Michael climbed
between the sheets, looking back over his shoulder and smiling.

  After heading into the large bathroom with its double sinks, Seth stopped to rub his chin in front of the mirror. He could use a shave, but not tonight. After their long play session, he was drained. Tomorrow.

  Lifting his cock and balls, he examined his groin. He could use a shave down there, too. Michael liked him baby-smooth. He was a little surprised it hadn't been mentioned. In the past, stubble had been reason enough for punishment. His erection stirred, and he smiled. I love punishment. Maybe he wouldn't shave just so he could enjoy the consequences.

  He showered and washed his dark hair. He kept it short enough so he didn't have to do anything but towel it dry. Made life so much easier. Dragging the plush towel across his back, he thought about what he planned to say to Michael. He'd been going over it in his mind for weeks and finally felt ready to broach the topic. He applied some deodorant and slapped the cologne Michael liked on his cheeks.

  The bedroom was dark. Michael lay on his side under the plush comforter.

  "Hey, you.” Seth slipped in behind him, spooning his body.

  "Mmm.” Michael pressed back against him.

  Seth leaned over and planted a series of light kisses on his ear and neck.

  "Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Michael's hand caressed Seth's face.

  "I do.” Seth nuzzled the dark palm and placed a kiss on the ring adorning Michael's left hand. “And I love you, more today than when we exchanged rings three years ago."

  Michael reached for Seth's left hand and squeezed. “I still love seeing my ring on your finger. My man. Damn, just thinking about it makes me hard. After the show you put on for me tonight, I shouldn't be hard again for a long, fucking time."

  Seth chuckled and turned Michael's face sideways so they could kiss passionately.

  Michael groaned. “Better stop that, or I'll be fucking you again right here."

  "Like that's a threat? I'll take your cock whenever and however I can get it, baby.” They kissed again, until Seth pulled away. “Could I talk to you about something?"