Eighteen-year-old Danny Wright is too bashful to fit in with his wealthy new classmates at Kingswood College. After receiving a full-ride volleyball scholarship to a prestigious college, Danny's desperate to prove he belongs on the team. But self-doubt and a weak serve threaten his plans . . . until the school's handsome sports trainer offers an intriguing solution.
Thrilled to be under the muscular man’s adept guidance, Danny is surprised by their instant connection. But when he hastily signs up for intimate one-on-one training, Danny quickly realizes that skipping the fine print comes with arousing punishment.
Can Danny handle the unexpected workout coming his way?
Backcourt Violation is a tantalizing stand-alone MM erotic romance. If you like strong power dynamics, dominant older men, and forbidden BDSM relationships, then you’ll love June Lemmon’s seductive thrill.
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Danny was naked. And hard. Painfully hard. He glared down at the smiling — and fully clothed — bastard who was responsible for his condition. The man kneeling between his spread legs, and currently masturbating Danny’s twitching cock, was Doctor Meyer Beck: renowned athlete, world-famous sports trainer, Gemini — oh, and blackmailer.
Danny pulled against the ties that held him captive. His arms and legs were strapped against a metal chair frame. There was no seat on the chair. His private bits were open and vulnerable to whatever twisted little fantasy the grinning pervert had.
“The tip is so red,” Dr. Beck said. “You must be excited, having me touch you like this.”
He pumped Danny’s dick harder, which made him moan wantonly. His hips jerked up in time with each delicious stroke, willing the tempo faster. Just as he was about to reach an earth-shattering finish, the doctor stopped. Danny whimpered and bucked his hips pathetically into the air.
“What’s this?” the doctor teased. “Have you reached your limit?”
Smug bastard.
“Not . . . not even close,” Danny ground out. Truthfully, he was at the edge of oblivion. The doctor had been dangling him there, never allowing him to tip over. “This is — is nothing.”
Danny immediately regretted his bravado. A Cheshire Cat smile broke out across the doctor’s face.
“You want more? My god, you are insatiable.”
Danny flinched. The doctor spoke sweetly, but Danny knew better. He was in dangerous territory. Beck placed his hands on Danny’s abs and began to fondle him. His hands roamed up until they were at his pecs. He lazily dragged his fingers around the edges of his areolas, teasing just outside of where Danny was most sensitive.
“Mmm. So big. And such a pretty color.”
The man’s voice was low. So low you might be fooled into thinking he was talking to himself. Danny could feel the doctor’s eyes watching him, waiting for a reaction. It was for Danny’s benefit, so he knew what was coming. The anticipation heightened each experience tenfold. Danny trembled in spite of himself.
“All our training has paid off, don’t you think?”
The doctor’s thumbs just barely brushed over the tips of Danny’s nipples, but it was enough. Danny threw his head back, choking on a scream, as a lightning bolt of heat shot through him. The training had paid off, all right. His peaks were now so tender that even the lightest stimulation felt like he was connected to a car battery.
“However,” Beck continued, “the point of training is to prepare for the real thing.”
Danny tried to control his ragged breath as his tormentor pulled two black rubber balls out of his coat pocket. He held them up for Danny to examine. They weren’t completely round. Each had a small opening, and they appeared hollow. Danny gulped as he put it together. They were suction cups.
Holy hell!
Dr. Beck squeezed them so they flattened out and pressed the openings against Danny’s swollen nipples. They were primed and ready to suck in and stretch his aching nipples. Danny pulled frantically against the bonds on his wrists, nails digging into his palms as he twisted his fists back and forth. The doctor started a countdown.
“Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . .”
Nonononononononono —
The suction cups barely made any noise as they latched onto his chest, but the sound Danny made echoed around the room.
“You carry on so fiercely, but look at you.” Beck grabbed Danny’s cock. “You’re harder than before.”
Danny writhed in his chair, trying to reconcile the dueling sensations of agony and ecstasy exploding in his body, as the doctor rummaged in his coat pocket. He pulled out a round plastic object that was pastel purple, like an Easter egg. But it wasn’t spring, and Danny could only think of two places the doctor could hide it. His eyes went wide.
“Wait, please . . .”
Dr. Beck shushed him gently. “All you have to do,” he said, “is say, ‘Please fuck me, Doctor.’”
.To Be Continued
