A Spoonful of Sugar by AE Lister
Mistletoe Menage by Lily Harlem
General Release Date: 7th December2021
Genres:
BONDAGE AND BDSM (A Spoonful of Sugar), CHRISTMAS, CONTEMPORARY, EROTIC ROMANCE, GAY, GLBTQI, MÉNAGE AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS
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A Spoonful of Sugar
Mistletoe Menage
Book Description
A Spoonful of Sugar
A kinky interlude over the holidays brings three men closer as their unconventional relationship evolves from casual to serious.
Scott Vernier met Jericho Griffin and Pascal Olejatz at a Halloween party in October and soon became casually involved with the kinky, committed pair.
Over the course of the holidays, the men struggle to find time together outside their busy schedules and finally make space for each other over Christmas week. Scott finds himself craving more of a committed relationship with these wonderful men and tiptoes around the issue to find out if Jericho and Pascal feel the same.
Scott’s dreams of expertly delivered medical play already a vivid reality, the men introduce him to more deliciously subversive scenes including teacher-student role play and invite him to dabble with imaginary non-consent.
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of enema play and imaginary non-consent.
Mistletoe Menage
The winter days might be frosty, but a new guy in town is sure to heat up Father Nicholas and Dr. Zach!
Reverend Nicholas Simmons has traveled a bumpy road before landing in the small town of Mindle with his doctor husband. So, when a new, very sexy, very enticing young man shows interest in them both, he’s reluctant to rock the boat.
Zach, however, can’t keep the flashes of desire from his eyes. He’d never cheat, of course not, but visions of hot threesomes dance in his mind. Will Nicholas ever agree? If so, what would it be like? How hard would they all come?
Brandon isn’t looking forward to his first Christmas in Mindle. He’s alone. Exhausted. Friendless. That is, until he meets the Reverend and Zach. From that first moment he’s equal parts fascinated and turned on by them. Sure, they’re older than he is, but that just heightens his lust and increases his need to get hot, sweaty and naked with them.
Will their romance have a backdrop of tinsel and holly? Can three strong, passionate men truly connect with absolute honesty? And on Christmas night, will they each get the ultimate present—one another—under the tree?
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A Spoonful of Sugar by AE Lister
A brief inspection?
Pascal helped me off the table, and I stood in front of Dr. Griffin. The discomfort I was beginning to experience must have been evident from my facial expression.
“Only a few more minutes, Mr. Vernier, then Pascal will escort you to the bathroom.”
“Fuck. Jesus Christ,” I said, feeling out of my depth and completely at Jericho’s mercy.
I suffered for him. At the same time, the submission and the sensation of fullness, as uncomfortable as it was beginning to be, aroused me. My dick stood tall as Dr. Griffin lifted the blue robe to examine it.
“Don’t be concerned. Many patients find themselves aroused when receiving an enema. The sense of being filled is something quite a few people enjoy.”
I couldn’t look at him. I stared at the floor as he stroked my cock and fondled my balls, and I struggled to keep my ass closed, even though it was becoming more and more difficult.
“Turn around, please.”
I forced myself to turn, although any movement at this point was agony, as my guts simply wanted to empty.
“Bend over at the waist, please. You can hold on to the exam table if you need to.”
Oh God.
Slowly, so slowly—in order that the sudden change in position wouldn’t cause my asshole to leak—and clamping the muscle tighter, I bent at the waist and presented myself to Jericho.
“Fuck,” I said again.
“One day, I will fuck you with your bowels full of water. But it will be clean water, because I will repeat this same procedure until you are empty of anything distasteful before I do it.”
While stating all this in a deceptively disinterested fashion, Jericho stroked my clenched hole with his fingers, making it even more difficult to keep it shut, and causing pleasant sensations to snake up my back and down to my balls.
I felt faint at that suggestion, and Pascal cleared his throat. “Is that a recommended medical procedure, Dr. Griffin?”
“It is in this office, Pascal.”
“I can’t hold it, Doctor. I can’t hold it much longer,” I said, my voice high-pitched with desperation.
Someone’s warm hand rested on the small of my back.
“All right. Pascal, take Mr. Vernier to the bathroom, please.”
“Yes, Doctor.”
Pascal approached and gently took my arm. But I didn’t want to move. I was scared that if I took a step, the game would be lost.
“Jericho,” I moaned.
“Hey, Scott, take small steps and concentrate. You can do it,” Pascal encouraged as Jericho threw me a thumbs up that almost broke me.
Fuck. It was easy to be cavalier when he wasn’t the one with a gut full of warm water that was going to become like Niagara Falls at any moment.
I nodded and, with Pascal’s help, slowly moved out of the ‘office’ and down the hall, stopping whenever I thought my sphincter would give way, but eventually making it inside the bathroom.
“Close the door!” I shouted as I moved quickly to sit on the toilet. I heard laughter, then I was alone. My exhausted anus relaxed, and an unholy groan escaped my throat as the rush of water blasted into the bowl. It came out in powerful bursts, accompanied by loud, gaseous eruptions that mortified me. But there wasn’t a horrible smell, which made me feel somewhat better, as did the euphoric sensation of relief that accompanied the purging.
There was a knock on the door.
“I’m not done!” I said.
“I was going to suggest you stay on the toilet for about ten minutes, to make sure everything is out.” Pascal murmured.
“Yes. Of course. Thank you.”
“Feeling better?”
“Yes. Much.”
He chuckled. “Dr. Griffin says you’d better not jerk off in there.”
I had honestly been contemplating it, since I had the time, and my dick was hard from the pleasure of this game.
“Fine.”
When Pascal took me back to the exam room after I made sure I was, indeed, done, and had wiped myself clean with a warm cloth, Dr. Griffin was waiting.
“On your back this time,” Dr. Griffin ordered, and I obeyed, happy to lie back and relax for the first time all day. Pascal lifted my feet into the stirrups. The sense of peace disintegrated when I felt the lubed nozzle at my hole once again.
“What? I thought we were done?” I protested feebly.
Dr. Griffin gave me a lovely smile, as if I’d asked him to afternoon tea instead of challenging his plan for the afternoon. “We are almost done. I’m going to fill you partway this time. Then I’m going to jerk you off while you hold the water inside yourself.”
“Uh…” I said, looking to Pascal for help.
Pascal beamed. “Yippee.”
I returned my panicked gaze to Dr. Griffin.
“You’ll find,” he said, as he carefully inserted the lubed nozzle and played with my hole for a bit, “that holding a bit of water—enough to fill your rectum but not extend deeper into the bowel—will add to your sexual arousal and make your orgasm much more intense.”
“Oh? Really?” Was that true? It seemed like it might be. I had to assume Jericho knew of that which he spoke.
“Would you let me prove it to you?”
“Okay. Sure. I’ve gone this far.”
“Excellent. You really are the most agreeable patient, Mr. Vernier.”
“Well, you really are the most sadistic medical practitioner, Dr. Griffin. It seems I have a thing for sadism.”
“It seems you do—or at least for humiliation. I’m very much enjoying this.”
“I can tell.”
He laughed. “Okay. Here comes some water. Just a little.”
He squeezed the enema bag to push enough water into my rectum, then extracted the nozzle and had me clench to hold the liquid inside. It wasn’t as difficult as holding the full gut-load, and the pleasant sensation was enough to keep things interesting as Jericho lubed his gloved hand and wrapped it around my erection.
“Close your eyes, Mr. Vernier. I’m not going to let you come yet, but focus on the how you are feeling, and we’ll see how desperate we can get you.”
Oh God.
I did as he asked, my eyes closed as he stroked and jerked my cock and fondled my balls, frequently reaching down to stroke my clenched hole as I whimpered with the need to release. It wasn’t as difficult as holding in the massive amount he’d filled me with earlier, but it had its own challenges now that he was teasing and edging me.
“You have excellent control, Mr. Vernier,” Jericho said as he increased his rhythm.
“Oh…fuck,” I groaned, clutching the edges of the exam table as Dr. Griffin stroked me back and forth, his movements steady and strong.
“Pascal, take over for me, will you?”
Pascal moved in and took over the manipulation of my penis from Dr. Griffin, who put all his focus into teasing around my clenched hole.
“So tight. Keep that muscle tight, Mr. Vernier. You don’t want any water to leak out before you come.”
“When…when can I come, Dr. Griffin?” I panted as Pascal stroked my cock with long, slow, tortuous movements. I’d been teetering on the edge for what seemed like a long time.
“Not yet. I want to see if I can put a finger in there without you losing all this water.”
“What?” I panted, my eyes flying open. “What!”
He smiled and circled my hole with his gloved finger, and I felt the urge to relax it.
But if I relaxed it, the water would come out.
I didn’t know what to do. My dick thought all of this was incredibly exciting, and I felt even closer to coming. But Pascal kept his strokes slow, and not quite enough to bring me there.
“I have faith in you, Mr. Vernier. You’ll need to relax the muscle enough to allow my finger in, but not enough to let all the water leak out. I have a bucket underneath in case it does, but I want you to try to keep it inside.”
Jericho’s slim finger nudged at my hole, and I took a deep breath, then relaxed the tight muscle ever so slightly, until the slender digit slid in a short distance.
“Very good. That’s excellent control.”
A trickle of water escaped, but I was able to keep in most of it. I clenched hard around the invasion as Jericho pushed his finger in farther.
“Oh God!” I cried out. The sensation was unbelievable. The fullness accompanied by the sensation of being massaged made my eyes roll back in my head. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck!”
I heard Jericho chuckle and say, “Now, Pascal.”
Pascal began to hasten his strokes ever so slightly on my erection in a way that made me struggle to hold back.
“I can’t—help—I can’t—” I tried not to squirm on the exam table as my body was manipulated so expertly.
“You can come now, if you’d like,” Dr. Griffin said.
Two more firm pulls were all it took.
I screamed as my cock shot streams of warm jizz onto my belly and chest. My sphincter clamped down on Jericho’s finger as my rectum convulsed with pleasure. The intensity of an anal orgasm simultaneous with a penile one caused the most unholy sounds to come out of my throat. Waves of ecstasy surged through me as I held on to the sides of the table for dear life.
Jericho took his finger from my body, and I felt water surge out, the sensation bringing even more convulsions as my orgasm went on and on. The soft sounds of water splashing into the bucket simply added to the illicit and shameful bliss. I was completely powerless to protest or control any of it.
“Oh, my fucking God. Oh my God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
Jericho and Pascal stroked my thighs and belly to bring me down from the intense heights of my orgasm. When I finally opened my eyes, it was to see smiling, happy faces regarding me with affection and amusement.
“How was that, Mr. Vernier?” Jericho asked.
I shook my head and closed my eyes again, as I pried my fingers from the exam bench and gave them a shaky thumbs up.
“Excellent. When you feel able to stand, we’ll take you somewhere more comfortable to recover.”
While they waited for me to compose myself, Pascal wiped me down with a warm cloth then disposed of the contents of the bucket. They helped me down from the table and took me to their bedroom, where they removed the cloth gown and tucked me into the bed beneath clean, fresh-smelling sheets.
“Rest now. We’ll check on you every now and then, and wake you in an hour or so,” Jericho told me.
I said, “Okay,” and let dreamland claim me.
AE Lister
AE Lister/Elizabeth Lister is a Canadian non-binary author with a vivid imagination and a head full of unique and interesting characters. They have published 10 books, one of which received an Honorable Mention from the National Leather Association – International for excellence in SM/Leather/Fetish writing.
“Sensual and visceral BDSM.” – Amazon.ca
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Lily Harlem
Award-winning, bestselling author Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is a complete floozy when it comes to genres and pairings, writing from male/female contemporary to gay paranormal and everything in between.
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