Genre: BDSM LGBT with Domestic Discipline
Aiden Cole can be anything men want-naughty schoolboy, palace slave, virgin twink, or slutty secretary. He's a gifted actor with a gorgeous body who gives legendary head. Aiden could have his pick of any Top in the local leather bar, but is drawn to Scott Runge-a cruel, sexy Dom who pushes Aiden to his limits, allowing Aiden to experience the excitement and danger of the BDSM lifestyle to a degree he never has before. But when Scott goes too far, injuring Aiden, Aiden withdraws from the BDSM scene completely. Until he meets Keaton Hughes.
Keaton's looking for something he can't find in any dungeon: A domestic discipline relationship, in which he can provide his partner with guidance, support, and loving discipline. When Keaton takes Aiden in after Aiden's traumatic encounter with Scott, he vows not to pursue any sort of relationship with the troubled sub. But as Aiden struggles to overcome the damage Scott has done and get his life back on track, Keaton's rules might be just what he needs.
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and content, dubious consent, male/male sexual practices, violence.
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Excerpt from By His Rules by J.A. Rock
Aiden twisted so that he faced Keaton, and pressed his head against Keaton’s chest. “I was scared, Keaton,” he whispered.
“Tell me why.”
“I didn’t like being alone in here. I wanted to be in the kitchen with you. I was pissed at myself for being such an asshole.”
“You weren’t an asshole.”
“I know I was. I did it on purpose. I was just so sick of wondering when you were gonna show your true colors.”
“My true colors?”
“You’re a top. And I thought you wanted me here because I was a sub, and you… I just kept waiting for you to try to…whatever.”
Keaton held Aiden tighter. “Poor boy. No. That’s not what I wanted at all.”
“I just wanted to know how you would punish me. If you were like Scott or—different.”
Keaton rubbed his back. “I see.”
“I don’t get the corner time thing. I thought you were trying to build anticipation—get me freaked out before you started hitting me or whatever. Or that you were going to make me sit there while you called me things. Mostly I just didn’t like being alone and knowing I’d pissed you off.”
Keaton sighed, angry with himself. He should never have attempted any form of discipline, however mild, without first communicating with Aiden. “I’m glad you’re telling me this,” he said. “Come here.” Keaton led Aiden to the couch and sat down, settling the boy against him. “I truly didn’t mean to scare you or make you feel alone. I thought that time in the corner would let you relax—give you a break from me. If I’d known how it made you feel, I wouldn’t have done it. I should have talked to you about it first and explained my intentions.”
“I wouldn’t have listened. I was too busy being horrible.”
“You weren’t horrible.”
“Anyway it’s over now. I guess what we need to discuss is what you want from me while you’re here.”
Aiden tensed, but Keaton went on petting him until he relaxed again. Aiden took a deep breath. “I feel out of control without—without someone in charge. But I’m done with the lifestyle. I don’t want a dom. I want to learn how to be in control on my own.”
“There might be a solution to that.”
“Do you know what domestic discipline is?”
“I’ve read stories about it. It’s like when people spank their spouses. Right?”
“It’s an arrangement between two partners in which one partner makes the rules and major decisions in the relationship, and enforces those rules with corporal punishment. And yes, spanking is probably the most common form of domestic discipline.”
“So is it like an age-play thing? Where one partner’s the kid?”
“Not exactly. A true domestic discipline relationship isn’t play. Dominant and submissive aren’t roles the partners assume and shed at will. The partners live together, love one another, share dreams and desires and ideas. But one needs the other’s rules, boundaries, certainty, and guidance. The other feels a deep need to provide those things.”
“Is this what you’re into?” Aiden asked.
“It’s what I’m into,” Keaton said. It was a relief to finally admit it to someone he genuinely cared about. “It’s what I need.”
Aiden swallowed. “Are you saying we could have something like that?”
“That depends. We don’t know each other that well yet. A relationship like this requires a lot of trust. It’s not just about discipline—it’s about the partnership itself.”
“I like you a lot. But you don’t trust me yet. Not fully. There’s no way you could.”
“I want to.”
“That’s a start. If you feel you’d like the sort of guidance a discipline relationship can provide while you’re here, I can set some rules, and together we can decide on the consequences for breaking those rules.”
“Together? Aren’t you supposed to be in charge?”
“I’ll be in charge of enforcing them. But the arrangement is one we structure together.”
Aiden was silent for a moment. “What would the rules be?”
“I want you to take care of yourself.” Aiden tipped his head up to look at Keaton. “I’d ask you to get back on a regular meal and sleep schedule. To finish your graduate school applications.”
Keaton chuckled. “That might be harder for you than it sounds. There are other things we can discuss. If you’d like to be responsible for a share of household chores, or if you have any habits you’ve been trying to break yourself of—” Keaton smiled as Aiden stopped picking at a hangnail on his thumb. “But your primary goal would be getting yourself back in peak health.”
“So what would you do to me if I broke the rules?”
“That depends. The butt-to-brain communication route is extremely efficient. I often find that a spanking is the fastest, most effective way of making a lasting impression.”
“And the hottest.” Aiden laughed.
Keaton didn’t reply.
After a few seconds, Aiden looked up at him uncertainly. “Keaton?”
“A lot of people are turned on by spankings,” Keaton said. “And that’s fine. However I want you to be aware that I don’t get off on administering corporal punishment. A disciplinary spanking is not intended to be sexually stimulating.”
Keaton felt Aiden tense again. “So why do it?” Aiden asked. “I mean, if it doesn’t turn you on?”
“What satisfies me is the mutual trust. Knowing my partner believes in my ability to make decisions that are in his best interest.”
“I usually get turned on by spankings,” Aiden said quietly. “So it might…not work.”
“Many people find that the mind-set they’re in when they receive a disciplinary spanking is quite different than the mind-set they’re in when they receive a spanking as part of a BDSM scene. Were you turned on by the swats I gave you a few minutes ago?”
Aiden shook his head.
“That mind-set shift might be enough to eliminate any pleasure you normally get from a spanking. If not, there are other punishments.”
“Writing lines, having your mouth washed out with soap. Restrictions, loss of privileges, early bedtime, corner time—though that might not be the best option for you.”
Aiden ducked his head. “It’s punishment,” he mumbled. “I’m not supposed to like it.”
“But the point of discipline is to correct a behavior, not leave you feeling scared, frustrated, alone, or resentful.”
Keaton hoped the boy couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating. He couldn’t believe he was actually having this conversation with Aiden Cole. It was a while before Aiden spoke again.
“Keaton? I’m interested in this idea. I think I might want to try it. But…”
“I do have a high pain threshold. You might have to hit me really hard to make me feel it. But I don’t know if I want to go there again. You know? Blood? Marks?”
Keaton ran a hand through Aiden’s hair. “I would never—never administer a punishment that left you bruised or bleeding. There may be color or soreness that takes a few hours to fade. But anything beyond that isn’t discipline.”
Aiden bit his lip. Keaton continued. “Like I said, the discipline mind-set is different from the kink mind-set. It’s not always the pain that hurts—if that makes sense. But if you find that corporal punishment isn’t making much of an impression on you, we’ll look at other options.”
“Okay. And the other thing?”
“What other thing?”
“Would I still just be your houseguest? Or would we be, like…”
Keaton thought for a moment. The idea of refusing a sexual relationship with Aiden Cole was almost unfathomable. “I don’t want to rush you into anything.”
“I can take care of myself,” Aiden protested. “Well, except for eating right, sleeping well, and making plans for my future.” He and Keaton both laughed. “You can make those decisions for me. But I’ll make this one. I think you’re sexy and beautiful and a good man. I want you. I just don’t know if you want me.”
Keaton touched the boy’s cheek.
Aiden closed his eyes.
“More than anything.”
“Then take me,” Aiden whispered.
Keaton leaned down and kissed him. It was a soft kiss, brief. Keaton lifted his head, closed his eyes, and savored the lingering feel of it. He kissed Aiden again, letting his tongue explore the hot and cool spots in Aiden’s mouth. He accepted the boy’s soft moan into his own throat, let his fingers drift along Aiden’s jaw.
They were interrupted by the smoke detector blaring in the kitchen.
“The pizza,” Keaton said.
© J.A. Rock, January 2012
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