Do you like sexy slave fics? Well, I do. And one of the best writers of sexy M/M slave fics is Grace Duncan. I adored her novel Choices and have her new book, Deception, heating up my Kindle. And this short free story today... lovely!
AND Grace is giving away a copy of Deception, too! Details following the post.
AND Grace is giving away a copy of Deception, too! Details following the post.
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Thank you so very
much to Tali for hosting me! It’s been a crazy couple of weeks since Deception has been released and I’m very
grateful for her willingness to help me.
My blog post for today is a tiny side story I’ve written
about the main characters in my novel Deception,
Cyrus and Nadir. There’s a reference in the book of Cyrus once getting drunk
and proposing to a horse. Here is the story of that night.
* * *
Nadir giggled. If he had been even slightly less drunk, he’d
have sworn it wasn’t a giggle. Grown men did not giggle. They chuckled or laughed.
But definitely no giggles.
Fortunately, he was
drunk and giggling while drunk was okay. So he did it again when Cyrus tried to
stand up once more. And failed, once again. Even holding onto the wall wasn’t
enough, apparently.
“I… think I’ll stay here a bit,” Cyrus mumbled, making Nadir
giggle again.
“Perhaps we should not have had so much of this—” Nadir
peered again at the now-empty bottle that sat on the ground between them. “What
was it?”
“Mead. I think. I didn’t think mead could get you drink. I
mean, drunk.” Cyrus shook his head hard then swayed even while sitting, causing
another round of giggles from Nadir.
“Well, be fear… uh, fair, Cyrus. We haven’t drunken got
before,” Nadir reminded him, then paused to consider what he said. “Something
was wrong with that, but I don’t know what. Anyway, we have no tolerance for
drunk… Uh, drink.”
“That is true,” Cyrus agreed, nodding a few more times than
necessary. He tried, yet again, to stand and while he was unsteady, he managed
to remain upright.
“Way to go!” Nadir cheered, earning a glare from Cyrus.
“You are not funny,” he grumbled.
Nadir only laughed harder. “Yes, I am.”
Cyrus shook his head, weaving dangerously as he did. “Why
did the world move?”
Nadir’s giggles came back and he slapped a hand over his
mouth. When he had control, he pulled it away. “It didn’t. You did.”
“I did not!” Cyrus said indignantly. “I would have known if
I’d moved.” He shook his head again, then swayed—again. “Oh,” he muttered,
cheeks turning red.
“Why do you need to stand, anyway?” Nadir asked.
“I need to go outside. I think I have had too much mead.”
Nadir stared at him a moment, then he figured out what Cyrus
meant. “Oh.” He looked around the space they’d taken for the night. The
abandoned shack sat at the edge of the city, very near the gates. It had once
held a small family, Nadir was sure, based on the bits of broken furniture that
were left. A small bed obviously made for an infant sat on its side in one
corner. Another corner held a chair with three legs that should have had four
and half a table lay against one wall. Something had splattered dark,
rust-colored stains on one wall that Nadir didn’t want to contemplate too
closely. But the fireplace worked, they would be protected from the sandstorm
and that’s what mattered.
“Exactly. And there is no chamber pot in here.” Cyrus gave
him a pointed look, then swayed again.
“Perhaps I should go with you?” Nadir asked, fighting the
snicker that wanted to escape.
Cyrus scowled. “I don’t need your help to relieve myself.”
Nadir lost the fight and laughed. “Of course not.” He
nodded, and Cyrus narrowed his eyes. “I just thought, perhaps, you might like
help with the horses.”
Cyrus considered him for a moment then nodded. “Alright.”
Nadir got unsteadily to his feet and they opened the door. The
sandstorm was still brewing and Nadir was sure it was now not far from them.
Grains of sand whipped through the air, the wind blew, their hair lashed at
their cheeks and forehead and Nadir was very grateful for the face covering
that kept his nose and mouth clear. He watched as Cyrus moved around to the
side of the shack.
Nadir turned to the horses to give Cyrus a bit of privacy
and help keep himself sane. He could admit he’d caught himself watching Cyrus
change clothes on more than one occasion, fascinated by his best friend’s body.
In one of the more embarrassing moments, his own cock had gotten hard when he’d
been unable to drag his eyes away.
Cyrus had started to fill out, his muscles becoming more
defined. His rounded ass, strong legs and toned chest had given Nadir more than
one…interesting night of dreams. In fact, the night before, he’d
awakened–thankfully, before Cyrus—covered in a sticky mess after he’d been
dreaming about Cyrus’s hands and mouth on him.
His first sexual experiences had been far from pleasant. He
would never, in his life, forget that tavern and the things those men did to
him. But there had been a few touches—even during that evening—that, when he
thought of them as if Cyrus was doing them, had made him feel very different than those stinky old men
did.
And he could admit, he wanted to feel them with Cyrus.
But Cyrus hadn’t displayed any such interest, save a few
instances of his own cock hardening while looking at Nadir. As far as Nadir
knew, his friend didn’t have the same wishes that he did.
Nadir turned his attention back to their horses, which were
currently tethered to the post in front of the shack. They were going to have
to bring the animals in. With the storm looking like it wouldn’t pass over as
they’d hoped, the animals wouldn’t make it out in the weather. Nadir unwrapped
the reins and turned to the door to lead his mare inside.
Cyrus came back around the corner as Nadir led Sukar—so
named because she had a horrible sweet tooth—through the door. He left her
there to see if Cyrus’s slightly more temperamental gelding was giving his
friend trouble. But when he approached the door, he saw Cyrus talking to it and
stopped dead at what he heard.
“I know you don’t feel the same way, but I do hope you’ll
consider what I’m about to ask,” Cyrus said, slurring about every other word,
but Nadir could just make them out. He blinked at Cyrus, amused. “But I love
you! And I hope you’ll think about this.” Cyrus nodded, swayed dangerously,
then straightened himself again. Nadir tried to stifle the laughter that
threatened, not wanting to alert Cyrus to his presence. Cyrus leaned forward
and peered at the horse again. “So… will you marry me?”
Nadir lost it. He started laughing, unable to hold it in
this time. Cyrus spun around, looking at him, then back at the horse, then back
at him. “Uh…” He looked completely
confused for a long moment until he shook his head hard, swayed with the motion
then managed to steady himself.
Nadir laughed even harder, holding his stomach and doubling
over. “Cyrus…” he tried but had to stop
to laugh more. “Cyrus he’s…” But again, he couldn’t stop laughing enough to
speak more.
Cyrus seemed to gather himself together because he threw a
glare at Nadir before he turned back to the horse. Nadir stopped laughing when
he saw Cyrus’s cheeks redden as his friend unwrapped the reins from the post
then moved toward the door. Nadir calmed himself enough from the last of his
chuckles to make room as Cyrus and horse came in. “What… what was that all
about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cyrus said, and
Nadir snickered again.
“I do believe you’ve had enough mead,” Nadir said,
approaching Sukar and starting on her saddle.
Cyrus muttered something that sounded suspiciously like,
“maybe not enough,” and Nadir turned to him, eyebrows raised. Cyrus shook his
head. “Nothing,” he said, refusing to meet Nadir’s eyes and turning back to
unsaddle his own horse.
Nadir stared at him for a long moment, confused himself;
then he pushed it off and he and Cyrus worked silently as they removed saddles,
bags and blankets, movements automatic since they’d done it so often for so
long. Nadir was grateful for that since they were so drunk. He wished now that
he’d brought them in regardless of the storm’s path and taken care of them
before they started drinking. He had quite a bit of trouble staying steady, but
he managed to make it through unsaddling, brushing and feeding.
With the horses inside, the small shack felt infinitely
smaller, especially with no outside light, whatsoever. They wrestled the
shutters closed and anchored them to keep the sand as minimal as possible. Then
they fed pieces of the chair into the fire and set out their bedrolls close to
the hearth, in the only space left to them.
The cold winter desert night held a particularly hard bite
that night. Even with the addition of the saddle blankets and covering himself
with his cloak as well as his blanket, Nadir shivered.
“Perhaps we should consider sharing our blankets,” Cyrus
whispered.
Nadir rolled over to look at him. “You would be okay with
that?”
Cyrus frowned. “Why not? We’ve done it before.”
That much was true. But it had been quite a while since
they’d slept that close, partially because it hadn’t been cold enough for that
and partially because they’d simply not been that close physically since the horrible
night they’d sold themselves at the tavern. Something unspoken had passed
between them and they’d kept to themselves a lot more since then.
But Nadir was not a complete fool. He wouldn’t want to pass
up an opportunity like this, though he was a little afraid he’d wake up a
sticky mess again. He considered it for a long moment, but then decided that
even if that happened, it’d be inside
his clothes and Cyrus shouldn’t notice, anyway. He’d rather get the chance to
see what it felt like to be so close to Cyrus again.
He nodded. “That’s probably the best idea.”
After a lot of shuffling, having to get up to spread the
blankets out in a better way, then finally finding the most comfortable way to
lay, they were able to settle down to sleep. Nadir couldn’t help but like the
way they’d ended up. Cyrus curled around him, lending warmth to his back, one
arm draped over his waist. Nadir knew that was only because there wasn’t
another truly comfortable place for the arm, but he didn’t care what the whys
of it were.
And he had his answer for what it felt like. A warmth stole
over him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room or the
blankets covering them. His heart
skipped a beat or two, something funny made his stomach shake, and his cock reacted
to the feel of Cyrus’s body against his.
It, in short, felt amazing.
Nadir didn’t quite understand what he was feeling, why his
stomach jumped at Cyrus’s closeness, why his cock was hardening, why his heart
suddenly seemed to be hammering. He just knew that no one he’d ever known made
him feel like this. And that he never wanted it to end.
He hoped that, someday maybe, he’d get more of it.
He had no idea.
* * *
Cyrus and Nadir first
met as hungry orphans on Behekam’s streets at twelve years old. They became
friends, then partners in the thievery that enabled them to survive, and as
they passed their days together, they fell in love. When they are both taken as
pleasure slaves in the opulent palace of the Malik of Neyem, love becomes more
complicated.
Rumors of an attempt on Malik Bathasar's life put Cyrus and
Nadir's relationship to the test—they must pose convincingly as intimate slaves
to the young malik as part of a plan to lure the assassin into the open.
Teman—Malik Bathasar’s real personal pleasure slave and true lover—was once
trained by Cyrus for the same duties, and the attraction and care Cyrus
developed for him then still remains. The Malik of Neyem proves an easy man to
love and Nadir’s feelings for him grow while they’re pretending to love each
other.
Cyrus and Nadir care deeply for each other but they’ve
forgotten the first rule of love: communicate in honesty. Their love remains
strong enough to weather the changes—if they have the courage not only to face
the coming dangers, but to put aside deception and find their truth.
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This is such a fun short, I liked seeing younger Cyrus and Nadir in Deception, and seeing the scene mentioned only in passing? Yes please! I liked the humor and Nadir's feelings... And the last line is so true! Thanks for hosting, Tali, and for writing, Grace!
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DeleteThanks for commenting! I'm so glad you enjoyed this glimpse into their past. :D
DeleteSeriously funny take on drunken speeches. Nadir can giggle all he wants found it boyishly charming with the glares thrown in from Cyrus. Good Luck with all the other tours. Gonna have to follow to see where it leads.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you enjoyed it. I had so much fun writing this bit. Sometimes, we don't always know what's going to happen when we peek into our character's pasts. And Nadir at this age just turned out to bo so adorable, I couldn't resist writing it.
DeleteThank you very much! I hope you enjoy the rest of the tour and all that you read. :D
I have to say I'm getting ore and more attracted to this idea of s/m slave type situations, so this book is right up my alley. There's something to be said to giving up control to another male, to know that he will take care of ALL of your needs, that he will provide your pleasure...the utmost, incredible pleasure....
ReplyDelete.....and that pleasure will be the kind that never goes away..
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DeleteThe dynamic is definitely an interesting one that I have very much enjoyed exploring. I discuss it more in a few of my upcoming blog posts, where I take a look at it from both the Dom's and the sub's perspectives (in this case, the Master and the slave).
DeleteThank you very much for stopping by and commenting! :D
That's hilarious! But I also get the feeling that there's more behind that proposal than Nadir quite realizes...
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*grin* Quite a bit more, yes!
DeleteThank you for reading and commenting! :D
Very funny, yet sweet and a little heartrending...love it!
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Thank you so much! I loved taking a peek at their past, like this. They are sweet boys. :)
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