Sunday, January 24, 2016

Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Training Season by Leta Blake

Training Season #1
Unquestionably talented figure skater Matty Marcus is willing to sacrifice everything for his Olympic dream, but his lack of discipline cost him the gold once before. Now the pressure’s on. He needs a coach who can keep him in line, but top coaches don't come cheap, and Matty can't afford to stay in the game no matter how badly he wants to win.

When a lucrative house-sitting gig brings him to rural Montana, Matty does his best to maintain his training regimen. Local residents turn out to be surprisingly tolerant of his flamboyant style, especially handsome young rancher Rob Lovely, who proves to be much more than a cowboy stereotype. Just as Matty requires a firm hand to perform his best on the ice, Rob shows him how strong he can be when he relinquishes control in the bedroom. With new-found self-assurance, he drives himself harder to go straight to the top.

But competition has a timetable, and to achieve his Olympic dream, Matty will have to join his new coach in New York City, leaving Rob behind. Now he must face the ultimate test. Has he truly learned how to win—on and off the ice—during his training season?

Training Complex #2
Buckle up – Matty’s back!

Figure skater Matty Marcus didn't capture Olympic gold, but he won rancher Rob Lovely's heart.

After Rob sold his ranch and Matty hung up his skates, they started a new life together in New York City. Now Matty has taken on a fresh challenge as a figure skating coach, and Rob's second career as a physical therapist should be everything he's dreamed of. But in the brutal heat of their third summer in the city, Rob yearns for the wide-open country, and the intensity of city life awakens Matty’s demons.

Matty asks for increasingly intense BDSM scenes, and his disordered eating and erratic behavior ramp up the stakes. Rob struggles to stay in control, and after a well-intentioned anniversary gift goes awry, he still thinks he can handle the fallout. But the concrete jungle is closing in and his coping skills are unraveling.

Their love is deep, but Rob will have to admit the truth about what he really wants before they both tumble into chaos.

Training Complex #2
Matty sat on the toilet and shook the cock cage, rattling it to the best of his ability. The vibration of the lock on the polycarbonate resonated against his straining flesh but it gave him no relief.  “Fuck, fuck,” he whispered, needing more stimulation, needing anything that would take his mind off his desperate need to come.

He’d never, ever felt so horny in his life. He knew this was true because while every single hour since putting on the cock cage had consisted of escalating horniness, rising unbearably moment-to-moment, but the fact that he’d been so overwhelmed at a dinner with Anja and Ben, of all people, that he’d had to leave the table and frantically, uselessly masturbate in the toilet stall said it all. Hands down, it was both the most horny and most mortified he’d ever been. Well, maybe failing at the Olympics was worse. Or that time with Rob and the toilet in Montana, but that had ended up being weirdly intimate. Oh, God, he didn’t need to think about anything intimate.

“Matty?” Rob’s voice preceded the fall of his footsteps and the sound of the bathroom door swinging shut. “You okay in here?”

“I’m fine.”

“What’s taking so long?”

Matty looked down at his dick, pressed hard and miserably against the polycarbonate cock cage, and then at his swollen, aching balls, already so full of unreleased spunk. Fuck, he needed to come.

“Are you alone?” Matty asked.


“No one else is in here?”


Matty unlocked the stall door and pushed it open a little. Rob appeared in the opening and he held the door open wider, staring down to where Matty sat on the toilet, his leggings around his ankles, his shirt held up, and his poor cock smashed against the clear sides of the device.

“Well, I guess I see the problem,” Rob said, quietly. Tired lines appeared around his eyes. “I admit I’m not sure where it came from, though. Dinner conversation was pretty unsexy, I thought.”

“It was you,” Matty whispered. “I could smell you.”

Rob’s eyebrows went up, and his lips twisted into a small, fatigued smirk. “Smell me?”

“I swear I could smell your dick and I started salivating every time I inhaled.”

“Sweetheart, there’s no way you could smell my dick.”

“No, I could smell it. I could almost taste it,” Matty gasped, rattling his cock cage again, trying to get some good friction. “Let me taste it. I just need to suck you and I’ll be okay.” He reached out to grab hold of Rob’s hips but Rob moved out of his grasp.

“Wait a second, hold on.” Rob left the stall and Matty heard him curse softly. “Okay,” he said, opening the stall door again and stepping inside, shutting it behind him. “There’s no lock. We need to be fast.”

Matty didn’t need to be told twice. He had his hands on Rob’s zipper and his mouth on Rob’s dick before Rob was even completely hard. He moaned, sucking it to its full length and thickness, and then plunged down to bury his nose in Rob’s sweet smelling pubic hair sticking out through the undone crotch of his pants. Rob’s fingers grazed across Matty’s forehead as he worked the button undone, and then he gripped Matty’s hair and murmured, “Pull off a second.” Then Rob’s pants were around his thighs, and Matty had full access to his cock and balls.

His skin tasted good, and Matty dove in eager and hungry for the taste of pre-come. He worked for it, using one hand on Rob’s balls, and the other to pump his shaft, and when the first delicious bead leaked out onto his tongue, he groaned and went back down to get more.
“Fucking hell,” Rob whispered.

Matty popped off and gazed up at him, keeping his hand working Rob’s cock. “Come in my mouth, please, please, I want it.” He dove back down and pressed his tongue out to take Rob as deep as possible. He let go of Rob’s balls to reach down and tug on the cock cage, feeling the root of his cock ache with the pressure of backed up semen and the semi erection crammed into the device.

Rob pumped into his mouth a few times, holding his jaw open and gripping the back of his head, and then he pulled out. “Stand up, turn around.”

Matty shakily obeyed, his blood rushing in his ears, and his heart pounding. He heard Rob unzip his purse where it hung on the hook over the door and he thanked God that Rob knew where the lube was kept, in his secret side pocket.

“Brace yourself against the wall.”

Matty flattened his palms against the white tiles lining the back of the stall, and leaned forward, gazing down at the toilet and then at his own body. The fall of his black silk shirt blocking the view of his cock and balls. Matty pushed his shirt up and tucked his chin down to hold it in place so he could look down and see his cock trapped and straining there.
Rob’s dick was difficult to take with just a little lube and no preparation at all, but Matty was determined to get fucked, and so he opened up for it, biting his cheek and trying to keep quiet.

“You’re dripping like crazy, sweetheart,” Rob muttered, reaching around to hold onto Matty’s caged dick. It was true his cock was drooling steadily, and seeing Rob’s hand on him only made another pulse of liquid push through the slit at the tip of the cage. “When we get home, I’ll give you some relief.”

Matty shoved back, trying to fit more of Rob’s dick into his ass, and clenched his fists against the wall. “Need. It. Now.”

Rob chuckled and whispered, “I can see that. Feel it, too. So hungry for me.”

Matty squirmed and then whimpered when he managed to get pressure where he needed it. His prostate felt swollen and so sensitive that the pressure from Rob’s cock was enough to make Matty feel on the edge of losing his mind, or his load, and he didn’t even know how since his cock was still trapped and aching. Rob gripped his hips and fucked into him with precision, nailing Matty’s prostate, making him quake and scrabble at the bathroom wall.

“Holy fuck, I’m gonna be loud,” Matty warned, and Rob put a hand over his mouth, and another held onto Matty’s hips. Matty could feel strings of pre-come from his dick slick and strange on his thighs as it drooled out of him in massive quantities. He closed his eyes and tried to reach for some sort of apex, something that would keep his desperation in control long enough to finish dinner and get home.

Rob whispered and grunted behind him, praising his tightness, his fit, the way they slid together, and Matty tried to grab onto each word and hold onto it, bolster his arousal, and ride into some sort of climax—any climax at all, something that would break and roll over him, something that would calm and quiet him.

Matty grunted as Rob lifted him and aimed hard thrusts into his ass. He licked Rob’s fingers, tasting the salt of his skin, and focused his attention on his ass, and he worked it, clinging to Rob’s cock, squeezing and clenching, and then his attention shifted to his nipples, tingling and taut in the cool bathroom, and chills broke over him as Rob slid his hand up from Matty’s hip and pinched one.

“Come,” Rob said, letting go of Matty’s mouth. “Come for me. I want to see jizz running out of that cock cage, understand?”

“I can’t, I can’t.” Matty threw himself back on Rob’s plunging cock. “Help me. Please. Fuck, I need something. Just…God!” He felt hot tears trailing down his face and he realized he was actually sobbing in desperation. Everything  was too intense, so good it hurt, but still not close enough, and he just couldn’t come.

Rob let go of Matty’s nipple and with both hands he gripped Matty’s hips, slamming into him hard, and fast, until Matty was pressed up against the wall, and Rob’s knees were straddling the toilet. Matty pushed back for more, and then there was a hard, almost painful grip in the root of his trapped cock, and he seized all over. A lesser-pleasure glanced through him, not nearly as deep as when Rob had nearly-fisted him, and only a quarter as satisfying. But sudden clarity descended as Matty looked down to see white come sliding out of his cock cage and dripping down his thighs.

It hadn’t been a prostate orgasm, or a true orgasm of any kind, really. He’d barely felt the release, but evidence showed that he’d come all right. He’d shot some seed and his balls ached a little less. The throbbing pulse in his cock receded as his flesh lost its turgor, and the cage became bearable again.

Rob buried his groan in Matty’s hair, and went still behind him, his cock pulsing in Matty’s ass. “Fuck,” he muttered and pulled out, shoving the back of Matty’s shirt up and coming on his back.

“Thank you,” Matty breathed shakily. “Thank you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, thank you.”

“Shh.” Rob kissed his shoulder and the back of his neck with wet, sticky lips. “You okay now?”

“I think? Maybe. For a little while. But we have to get out of here. I’m going insane. I think I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Rob kissed his neck again. “Okay, just hold still. I’ll clean you up. We’ll say you’re not feeling well and go home. And then we’re going to talk about this.” He reached around and touched the cage. “Understand?”

Matt nodded. He kept his eyes on the tile floor, counting the black dots, as Rob cleaned up his back and ass, and then he quickly got his leggings back up. Rob held the bathroom stall door open and Matty stopped by the sinks to splash water on his face. His eyes were dark and wild, and his cheeks red. He looked like he’d just been fucked raw against a bathroom wall. No amount of splashing water on his face was going to change that.

“Rob? They’re going to know.”

Rob paused in washing his hands and looked over at Matty, after a quick appraisal, he agreed. “Meet me outside. I’ll make an excuse.”

“Did I ruin dinner?”

“No. Don’t worry. I can handle it.” His eyes looked sad, though, and Matty’s gut clenched.

Author Bio:
While Leta Blake would love to tell you that writing transports her to worlds of magic and wonder and then safely returns her to a home of sparkling cleanliness and carefully folded laundry, the reality is a bit different. For as long as Leta can recall, stories have hijacked her mind, abducting her to other lands, and forcing her to bend to the will of imaginary people. This absence from reality results in piles of laundry and forgotten appointments. In between abductions, Leta works hard at achieving balance between her day job, her writing, and her family.


Training Season #1
B&N  /  KOBO  /  iTUNES  /  ARe

Training Complex #2
B&N  /  KOBO  /  iTUNES  /  ARe