Free Reads in pdf

I'm slowly making my way through the free stories I've written for the newsletters, coverting them into pdf files and uploading them onto All Romance E-books and Goodreads.

I've done four so far. You can find the ARe downloads here.

Free Short Story!

It seems wrong that I should be the only one to get presents, just because it's my birthday. So I thought I would share a new free short story. Don't let the title fool you - it's very much MM.

Moving Miss Probert

Story by Kim Dare
Picture chosen by Chris (Stumbling Over Chaos)

“How much does it cost to rent the two of you for the afternoon, without the truck?”

Tony Davies stared down at the limo’s chauffeur for several long seconds. He’d known this would happen! The paint on their truck was barely even dry, and cars were already pulled up alongside it looking for a cheap threesome.

Turning his head, Tony raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. If Sid saw his I-told-you-so expression, the submissive carefully ignored it as he stepped closer to the car.

“Sorry, pal,” he said, leaning over to peer into the vehicle. “We’re not in that business. We really are moving men.”

Tony folded his arms across his chest and refused to stare at the way Sid’s jeans stretched invitingly across his arse when he bent over. He was pissed off with his lover. He was going to stay pissed off with him for the foreseeable future. A cute backside wasn’t going to be enough to get Sid out of trouble this time.

“We just happen to be very nice looking moving men,” Sid continued.

Tony rolled his eyes heavenward. Never mix business and pleasure. Never work with the man you love…

If only he had taken that very good advice. Or, if only one of them had been able to get a real job since their respective parents had found them in bed together and thrown them unceremoniously out onto the street. Hell, if only Tony had been thinking with his brain when he agreed to let Sid pick the name of their fledgling moving company and get it painted on the side of the truck!

The chauffeur looked them up and down, apparently not the least bit impressed with the view. Tony relaxed a little. He was obviously straight. There was no way in hell anyone who was even vaguely capable of being attracted to another man could look at Sid and not realise the guy was a walking, talking wet dream.

“The lady I work for, Miss Probert, wishes some furniture to be moved within the confines of her house,” the chauffeur snapped, somehow managing to look down his nose at them even from his seated position. “A truck isn’t necessary, the job merely requires muscle.”

“We’ve got muscle,” Sid promised.

Tony barely held back a sigh as he listened to the chauffeur give Sid the address and the directions. Sid had muscles, true enough—his close fitting vest displayed them to perfection. He also had absolutely no survival instinct and an amazing ability to get himself in trouble given even the slightest opportunity.

As the limo pulled away, Tony craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the passenger in the back of the car through the tinted windows. No hint made it through the darken glass. There could have been a sweet little old lady in there. There could just as easily have been a psychopath.

“Didn’t I tell you everything would work out?” Sid asked, as he turned back to face him.

Tony once more raised an eyebrow. “You call this working out?”

“We’ve only had the truck five minutes and we’ve got our first job, haven’t we?” Sid said, stepping forward and sliding his arms around Tony’s waist.

Tony glanced down the road after the car. “Yeah, bloody brilliant,” he muttered. If only he’d been able to see into the back of the limo…

He turned his attention back to Sid just in time to catch sight of his submissive’s doleful expression before Sid dropped his gaze.

Mentally cursing himself, Tony unfolded his arms and welcomed his boyfriend closer. “Of course everything will work out,” he agreed.

Sid didn’t look up. Stroking the long blond strands of hair back from Sid’s face, Tony dipped his head and tried to catch his eye.

“I can go on my own if you—”

Tony covered Sid’s mouth with his hand. “Like hell you will!” He had a hard enough time keeping his lover safe when they were glued to each other’s sides!

Sid glanced up at him through his lashes.

“We’ll both go. And it’ll be fine,” Tony said. “And when we get home we can pay our rent.”

Sid nodded, making no move to escape from behind the silencing hand until Tony chose to move it aside of his own volition.

“I’d like that,” Sid was finally able to whisper.

Tony nodded, he’d like it too. If only because he would finally be able to stop their landlord eyeing up Sid and dropping hints about other ways rent could be paid.

Sid tentatively tilted back his head, obviously looking for a kiss. He might have only been a few months younger than Tony’s own nineteen years, but when he looked up at him like that, Sid seemed so very young.

Tony couldn’t help but wrap his arms a little more securely around the smaller man. Pulling him closer, he slid his fingers into his lover’s hair and held his head at exactly the right angle to receive that kiss.

Sid whimpered his pleasure as Tony took instant and complete possession of his mouth, thrusting his tongue past the other man’s lips and demanding Sid follow his lead.

For a moment, Tony let everything seep out of his mind except the feel of his lover’s lips moulding against his and Sid’s body pressing enthusiastically along his own more muscular frame.

All too soon, Tony had to force himself to pull away. He had responsibilities now. A dominant was responsible for his submissive’s fate. It was his job to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. Tony took a deep breath. He was going to get them through this.

When he met Sid’s eyes once more, the deep blue gaze was full of worry. That couldn’t be allowed to go on unchecked. “As soon as we finish this job, we’re going straight home. I’m going to tie you to the bed and keep you there all night,” he informed the other man. “You’re going to be completely helpless.”

“Promise?” Sid asked.

Tony somehow managed to keep his expression serious. “If you’re very, very good, you might even get a spanking.”

Sid nodded enthusiastically.

“Maybe I’ll even gag you…” Tony mused. “If only to stop you getting us into even more trouble than you usually do…”

Sid opened his mouth, feigned shock flooding his eyes as he tried to look innocent.

“You’re not that good an actor,” Tony said, taking a step back.

“I’m a great actor,” Sid protested. “You’re just saying that because you don’t like the idea of videos of us having sex going up on the internet. Seriously, we could make a mint without moving a single box of other people’s junk one inch.”

Tony swatted Sid’s backside as he turned him around and gave him a gentle shove in the right direction. “In the truck now!”

Tossing his head back as he laughed, Sid skirted around the front of the truck and easily jumped up into the passenger side. “You’d look great on camera.”

“I swear, if you don’t quit with that idea, I’m going to start carrying a ball gag in my back pocket so I’ll always have one ready for when you—”

Sid frowned slightly. “Wouldn’t sitting down be painful if—?”

“Not as painful as you’re going to find sitting by tonight…”

Sid grinned as Tony slammed the driver’s side door and started the engine.

Tony shook his head. That was the trouble with masochists. It wasn’t easy to threaten a man with a whipping when he inevitably saw it more as a reward than a punishment…

*****

“How old do you reckon this Miss Probert is?” Sidney Jones asked, as he carefully placed a box full of delicate chinaware on the table and pushed his hair back from his face with the back of one very dusty hand.

“No idea,” Tony said, as he joined him in the main entrance hall of the huge old mansion, lugging an even bigger box with him. “Why?”

“I think she must be really old,” Sid said.

Tony set down his box and turned his full attention to Sid for a moment. “Why?”

“Because, it must take someone at least two hundred years to buy all this stuff!”

Tony smiled slightly, just as Sid hoped he might. Even better, his master actually stopped working flat out for a few moments and grabbed his bottle of water from the stash they’d left at their halfway point.

Sid ran his eyes over the piles of boxes that surrounded them. They’d brought it all out of the room where it had been stored, along the upstairs corridor, down the stairs and to this point. Now, all they had to do was move everything up the flight of stairs leading into the other wing of the house and into the various rooms where Miss Probert wanted them re-housed.

Boxes couldn’t hold Sid’s attention for long. Leaning back against the edge of the huge mahogany sideboard they’d hauled down the stairs, Tony looked magnificent. The dark chestnut waves had curled around his head as he worked. His t-shirt clung to his damp skin; his jeans hung low on his hips.

“You doing okay?” Tony suddenly asked.

Sid managed to summon up enough energy to laugh at the question. “Of course I’m okay! I’m not even out of breath.” That didn’t really count as lying to his master, he told himself. His lungs were fine. It’s was just the muscles in the rest of Sid’s body that were quietly sobbing and begging for him to give them a break before they actually broke under the strain.

Tony ran his eyes over him in a quick but no doubt thorough inspection. Sid straightened up a little. There was no way in hell he was going to take a proper break until Tony did. And there was even less chance that he’d leave the job half finished.

“Go on out to the van and catch half an hour, Sid,” Tony ordered. “You’re practically out on your feet. I can get on with moving some of the boxes upstairs until you come back.”

Sid shook his head.

He saw the way Tony’s shoulders tensed at his disobedience, but he pushed forward anyway. “I can think of a much better way for us to get an adrenaline burst.” He stepped forward and stopped directly in front of Tony.

“Oh?” the dominant asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Sid smiled up at him. He knew that sparkle in Tony’s eye. He was up for it, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Turning away, Sid made a point of looking in every direction. “We’re all alone,” he observed. “And, by my estimation, it’s been at least a couple of hours since we had sex—that’s practically a lifetime, right…?”

Tony laughed and shook his head at him.

Stepping to the left and leaning over the sideboard right next to him, Sid wiggled his backside in blatant invitation. “This thing is just about the right height…”

“You’re crazy. You know that, don’t you?” Tony asked. But even as those words left his mouth, his hand was already caressing the seat of Sid’s jeans.

“Then I guess you’re lucky that crazy isn’t sexually transmitted, aren’t you? You can screw me without having to worry about it!”

Tony made a growling sound in the back of his throat, as if he were trying desperately to be sensible and resist. He looked around them in every direction as if he suddenly expected someone to leap out. No one appeared. No one had made a single sound since the chauffeur guy had shown them what to do and left them to it.

Sid held his breath. Another silent moment passed as Tony seemed to weigh his options more thoroughly than any man should be able to while his boyfriend was bent over, ready.

A grin spread across Sid’s face as Tony’s hand finally slid around his body and fumbled at his fly. Taking a strong hold on the far edge of the mahogany sideboard, Sid made a pointed effort not to help or hinder. He was just there for his master to do with as he pleased.

The air was cool against his arse as the other man tugged Sid’s jeans down around his knees. No matter how hard he tried to stay still, instinct made him try to shuffle his feet apart in offering, but the denim was as effective as any piece of leather bondage could have been.

Dipping his head toward the table, Sid closed his eyes. Tony would have lube with him. Tony always had lube with him. It was one of those things that a man could always depend upon.

They might have accidently outed themselves as both gay and kinky to their parents. They both might have been thrown out. They might be broke with little more than a van to their name. But in that moment, that was all okay, because no matter what happened, Sid knew his master would always have lube with him.

Right on cue, slicked fingers slid against his hole. He arched his back, eagerly offering his arse to the other man but forced himself not to push back against the offered penetration. Tony was in charge and Sid wasn’t going to mess with that.

“That’s right,” Tony whispered to him as his fingers finally slid inside Sid and began to prepare him in earnest.

It only took a few moments for him to relax around the digits and be as ready as he could ever be. The fingers quickly disappeared to be replaced by the tip of Tony’s cock pressed gently against his hole.

Sid held his breath, struggling not to push back and impale himself on the hard shaft as Tony teased him, rubbing the tip of his erection against his arse but refusing to give them both exactly what they wanted.

“Please,” Sid whispered. He needed the other man inside him. He said the word so softly, it was hard to believe that Tony could have heard him, but someone must have listened to his plea because, just a moment later, Tony thrust forward and buried himself in Sid’s arse to the hilt with one harsh movement.

Sid’s hands clenched frantically around the opposite edge of the sideboard when Tony barely gave him a second to adjust before he pulled back and thrust deep inside him once more.

The dominant’s hands moved possessively over Sid’s back until one finally settled on his shoulder and the other on his hip. Each took a tight grip on him, demanding he remain in place, as if he would ever want to do anything else!

Pleasure raced through Sid’s body with each thrust his dominant delivered. His prostate sung out each time Tony’s cock kissed it. His own erection rubbed against the cold, hard surface of the antique he was bent over, tempting him to come.

No! He wasn’t allowed to climax before his master. There was a consistency to that fact that Sid loved. He loved knowing exactly where he was—even if it was a very frustrating place to be.

“Don’t come.”

The order arrived just in time. Sid scrabbled and somehow managed to stop his pleasure peaking as Tony’s hips connected firmly against his buttocks. The other man delivered a final series of hard thrusts and Sid felt his master come inside him.

Sid whimpered in confusion as his master fell still, his breaths coming in gasps. Moments passed and Tony pulled away, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Sid’s shoulder as he went.

Sid didn’t move. He couldn’t. If he moved he’d come, and he didn’t have permission to do that.

Suddenly, any choice on that particular matter was snatched from Sid’s hands. Tony caught hold of his hips and spun him around. Before Sid had time to come, or even to panic about the fact he was about to come, Tony was down on his knees in front of him.

His lips wrapped around Sid’s cock, taking him to the base in one easy movement. Wet heat surrounded Sid’s shaft and he hoped like hell that counted as permission to come because there was no way in hell he could continue to obey his master’s order right then.

Tossing his head back, Sid grabbed his master’s shoulders as he came, hard and fast, spilling helplessly into the other man’s mouth.

As his eyes fell closed, all Sid could do was watch the pretty fireworks exploding behind his eyelids while pure ecstasy rushed through him. There was no pain, no exhaustion, just perfection. It would have been enough to bring him to his knees if his master hadn’t kept such a strong grip on his hips.

Sid had no idea how much time passed before he was able to open his eyes but, when he did, Tony was smiling up at him as if he was the most perfect thing in the world.

“Best if you don’t come over other people’s furniture, love,” Tony mentioned, almost casually.

Sid nodded, willing to agree with pretty much anything right then.

Tony chuckled as he pulled himself to his feet and straightened all their clothes.

“We still have work to do, sweetheart,” Tony reminded him, with obvious regret, as he pulled himself to his feet.

Sid smiled slightly. He didn’t mind working hard. It was worth having to scrape and fight to get by without their families support, and not just for the hot sex.

*****

Two hours later, Sid grinned with pure relief as Tony placed the last box on the top of the pile in the last room to be filled. Done!

Leaving the west wing of the house, they retraced their steps to the main hall. They’d barely been in there a second before someone cleared their throat. Sid looked over his shoulder just in time to see the chauffeur make his way down from the upstairs landing.

The moment he reached them, the guy handed Tony an envelope. “Your payment.”

“Thanks,” Tony said, slipping it into his pocket as if it were no big deal, as if it wasn’t the whole damn world to them.

“Miss Probert also instructed me to inform you that you had earned an extra gratuity by, in her words, providing an old lady with a rather interesting view during a very well deserved mid-afternoon break.”

Sid didn’t look in Tony’s direction. He didn’t trust himself.

The butler-chauffeur-whatever he was, kept going, his expression still completely sober. “She also asked me to tell you that she will be recommending your skills, and she stressed that she was speaking about your moving skills at this point, to all her friends. Unless I’m very much mistaken, the success of your business has just been assured.” Handing another envelope to Tony, the guy turned on his heel and walked away without giving either of them a chance to say a word in reply.

“On a scale of one to ten, how pissed off with me are you right now?” Sid murmured, as the other man disappeared from view

When Tony didn’t respond, Sid had no choice but to risk a brief glance in his master’s direction.

Tony was doubled up, his hand covering his face.

“Are you…laughing?” Sid asked, cautiously.

Tony looked up, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “I’ve spent the last three months busting my arse, trying to take care of you and make sure I keep our heads above water so you don’t end up selling sex tapes of us over the internet…” the words faded into more laughter.

Sid nibbled gently on his lower lip. He wasn’t sure what the exact symptoms of hysteria were, or what he was supposed to do if his master was exhibiting them.

Tony slowly straightened up and made an obvious effort to bring himself back under his own control. “And we end up doing an X-rated floor show for some unsuspecting little old lady,” he finished. “Priceless…”

He looped his hand around Sid’s shoulders and quickly led him out of the house.

“Do you think she meant it about recommending us to all her friends?” Sid asked, cautiously.

Tony shrugged. “Who knows?” He looked down at the envelope in his hands. It obviously contained a lot more money than the first envelope—probably even enough cash to set them properly on their feet.

Just then, a horrible thought occurred to Sid. His oh-so-moral boyfriend hadn’t pocketed that money along with the first lot. “You’re not going to insist we give the money back, are you?”

Tony shook his head. “No. But I am going to insist we use a bit of this money to change the name you put on the side of the damn truck!”

*The End*

October News Letter

Coming This Month:

Monday 4th October – Gay-ish

A gay-ish submissive and a very gay dominant. Gay Pride rallies have never been so much fun.

When Langford sees Tayton lurking in the rain opposite a gay pride rally, he couldn’t be more thrilled that the cute guy from the sandwich shop is finally prepared to come out of the closet.

Tayton isn’t so sure he’s all that ready to come out. Technically, he’s not even sure he’s entirely gay—even if he has had a crush on Langford for months.

Can a man who’s not even sure he’s gay really find happiness with a man who’s never been in the closet?

Wednesday 6th October – Ellery’s Duty

As a well respected dominant, Ellery has been watching the subs from the local leather bars disappear into the lions’ den for far too long, and he’s not convinced that everything is as fine as they all claim it is. He’s determined to find out what really happens in there. If the only way he can do that is to volunteer to be thrown to the lions himself, so be it.

Kefir’s never worked out what the other lions find so interesting about the human sacrifices who visit their den, but this new man is unlike any other human he’s ever met, and Kefir’s captivated. Can the smallest lion in the pride claim a man like Ellery as his pet—is that even the way Kefir wants to think of his human mate?

Monday 26th October – Elliot’s War (Stand Alone)

The Welsh and the English. Celts and invaders. Captors and prisoners. Victors and slaves. Let the war games begin!

The woodland war is billed by the university as an important exploration of differing cultural traditions within the British Isles. As far as Elliot understands it, the game involves the local Welsh students and those that invade the University from across the border, waging a war in the woodlands that surround the university.

Elliot’s not quite sure how he ended up agreeing to take part in the war game. Nor is he entirely sure how he ended up running through the forest wearing a skimpy toga and being chased by a dozen Celtic warriors—all of them painted a very historically inaccurate shade of blue woad.

For better or worse, Elliot’s about to get an education that wasn’t advertised in the university prospectus.

Flash Back:

In case you missed them last month’s releases were:















And if we scroll back a whole year, September 2009’s release was:
















News:

I’ve been busy pencilling in new books for 2011 and can no report that I’ve now completely filled my calendar! I have 23 e-books due to be released by Total-e-bound and Resplendence Publishing.

Competitions:

Everyone who leaves a comment on this post will be entered into a draw to win one of my e-books (or an IOU for a future e-book). Last month’s winner was Cathy M. Please e-mail me at kim@kimdare.com to let me know which book you’d like to receive. This month’s winner will be announced in next month’s newsletter.

I’m also running a giveaway for some of my G-A-Y Lust Bites. It’s open until October 3rd. Check it out here.

Works in progress

Current editing projects:

Last months projects took longer than I expected, so I’m just putting the finishing touches to Perfect Timing 6 at the moment.

The original story I hoped to submit for this slot, the one I mentioned in last months newsletter, that I wrote two years ago, ended up having so many issues, I had to shelve it. I very rarely shelve stories, so that alone probably tells you how bad it was!

I'll be submitting the story that's replacing it to submit within the next few days. It's called The Stroke of Twelve. Here’s the blurb as it currently stands:

On the stroke of twelve Devon belongs to him for one hour. One hour that will change the course of his life forever.

Free of responsibility and provided with an independent income, Devon Ashford floats through life thinking only of where the next party might be. When a note orders Devon to present himself at Templeton, Crawford & Associates at noon on Wednesday, he’s curious enough and bored enough to follow the order.

He doesn’t know what to expect when he arrives, but it’s not to be told that on the stroke of twelve, he’ll belong to the stern man on the other side of the desk for exactly one hour. He doesn’t expect anyone to command him to strip for an inspection. Nor does he expect to follow the orders of a stranger. He certainly doesn’t imagine he could like doing that enough to go back for more.

Whatever he expects, Devon’s about to discover that what happens at the stroke of twelve could change the course of his life forever.


Next I’ll be editing Cameron’s Pride – the fourth and last book in the thrown to the Lion’s series. It should be hitting my editor’s in box the middle of this month.

After that, I’m on to Collared book 3 – it’s an MM short novel. Following on from that will be Rawlings Men 5 – an MM short novella. Hopefully this will be submitted by the end of the month.

Current writing projects:

The first draft of Cameron’s Pride is almost finished. Collared Book 3 needs about 15k added to it to bring it to the right length. Then, I’m going to tackle Rawlings Men book 5. Ideally I’ll have finished this and moved on to Pack Discipline book 3 by the end of the month.

Real Life:

The crocheting is going well…

The full size patchwork afghan made out of solid granny squares with black boarders is progressing nicely. This is about half of it. I have another 72 squares in 18 colours to go:




The pink lap blanket is done:



And I’ve started a red blanket of yet indeterminate size:



Free Short Story:

The main feedback I received from last month’s newsletter was that lots of people would like a short story attached to it.

I’ve asked some friends to pick photos for me to use as inspiration points. Each month, I’ll post one of those photos and the story I wrote after seeing it. Some of the stories will catch up with characters from books I’ve already written, others will give you a sneak preview into the lives of those whose books haven’t hit the shelf yet – others will stand entirely alone.

The first pic was picked by Jase, who I think a lot of you will know from the Goodreads MM Romance group. He’s an amazing proof reader and the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet – and he also has a knack for finding some really great photos too!

Temptation.

Kallias Myron brushed aside the thick curtain of leaves that hung down from the lowest branch of the old, twisted oak. He gasped as his gaze fell on the apparently slumbering god. Ducking under the bough, he took another cautious step forward.

The brambles growing along the edge of the clearing caught at his toga, tearing the pure white fabric. Kallias barely noticed. A glance over his shoulder, and he saw the last few priests that made up the procession through the forest, disappear from view.

It wouldn’t be long before they reached the Goddess Artemis’ temple, before Kallias would be missed from among the initiates. There wasn’t another moment to waste. Kallias stepped into the clearing.

His feet were bare, as were those of all the men who’d been called to serve the goddess at the temple. His soles made no sound as he approached the sleeping figure. Kneeling as close as he dared to the god’s side, Kallias ran his eyes over the slumbering form, from his horns down to his toes and back again. Stretched out on the rocky outcrop, he was the most perfect thing Kallias had ever seen.

The pipes he’d so often heard being played as he made his daily trek from the initiates’ lodgings to the temple on the other side of the forest, lay silent at Pan’s side. Without thinking, Kallias reached and ran his fingertips along the instrument, stroking the same surface the god’s lips must have caressed hundreds of times.

Kallias’ hands weren’t his own to command right then. They appeared to believe they had permission to touch whatever they pleased. No sooner had they left the pipes, than his fingers reached towards the dark, curled horns that graced the deity’s head.

At the last moment, Kallias snatched his hand away. His teeth nipped at his bottom lip. His other hand clenched around the folds of his toga as he fought against a temptation stronger than any he’d known in all his eighteen years.

The thin white fabric moved against his body and rubbed against his cock. His shaft had hardened at the very sight of Pan—the fabric turned damp and translucent with pre-cum as it brushed against the head.

Kallias’ tongue snuck out and lapped at his lips. Dragging his eyes away from the horned god for the briefest possible moment, he looked over his shoulder once more. No one was there, but they would be soon.

Kallias’ hand left his side once more. It was barely an inch away from the god’s horns when he lost his confidence. All those nights spent dreaming of a moment when he might finally come face to face with the object of his every fantasy, and now that he had his chance…

The initiate closed his eyes for a moment, before looking regretfully back to Pan’s face. Now that he had his chance—

The god’s eyes were open! Fear spiked inside Kallias. He tried to pull away and scramble back. He was too slow. Pan’s hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged him forward. A cry escaped from Kallias’ throat as he tumbled against the god’s body.

His other hand landed on Pan’s chest, sliding along warm flesh and brushing against the dark hairs that decorated the larger man’s skin.

Wide eyed, Kallias looked up and met the horned god’s gaze. Deep brown eyes stared back at him. A satisfied smile danced around the deity’s mouth. A sudden movement had Kallias laying on his back in the lush grass next to the rocky outcrop. He had barely hit the ground before Pan pounced.

As the larger man’s body covered his, Kallias’ free hand moved towards Pan’s shoulder, but even Kallias himself didn’t know if he wanted to drive him away or draw him closer.

He wasn’t given the chance to discover what he might have done. The god’s hand wrapped around that wrist too, and pinned it to the ground on the other side of Kallias’ head.

“I’m sorry,” Kallias rushed out. “I didn’t mean to…” To spy on you? To creep to your side and attempt to fondle you in your sleep? What could he really say? “I—”

Suddenly, no further explanation was needed. No other words were possible. Pan’s lips covered his.

The god’s grip tightened around both Kallias’ wrists as Pan’s tongue demanded entry into his mouth. With a startled gasp, Kallias parted his lips. A growl burst from the god’s throat, full of triumph and desire. His body pressed Kallias down against the warm grass.

As the god’s hips thrust forward, Kallias felt Pan’s erection rub against his thigh. Instincts the initiate had never realised he possessed took hold of him. He arched his back, pressing his body up against the other man’s more muscular frame.

His feet kicked against the grass. The folds of his toga slid aside. Pan’s chest rubbed against his torso, dark hairs caressing his fairer skin with every motion. Kallias whimpered and struggled to free his hands from the other man’s grasp, desperate to be able to reach out and touch the form he’d glimpsed through the forest so many times.

Without any warning, Pan suddenly released him. The god pulled away. Panic rushing through his veins, Kallias scrambled to sit up, to catch hold of him and drag him back.

“Please—!” That one word was all he managed, before Pan’s touch returned to his skin. Kallias barely had time to run his eyes down the god’s body, before he found himself being rolled roughly onto his stomach.

His cock slid against the blades of sun-warmed grass as Pan pushed him down once more. Relief rushed through Kallias as he realised that the older man wasn’t going to desert him for his foolishness in tussling with him before. Kallias made no complaint as the god’s hands covered his again and Pan’s fingers wound through his.

One curled horn brushed against his hair as Pan dipped his head and brought his lips to Kallias’ ear.

“I knew you would come to find me,” he whispered.

Kallias drew a shaky breath into his lungs. “I…Your music. When I didn’t hear you I…I thought…I thought you might be hurt…”

Pan laughed, a deep, joyous sound that seemed to take over the entire forest.

Kallias felt the heat rush to his cheeks.

* * * * * * * * * *

Pan, the great horned God of Hunting and Music, stared down at the boy’s profile as the younger man blushed very prettily for his soon to be lover.

“You sought me out because you thought I might be hurt?” he teased. “Was that the only reason?”

The boy fidgeted under Pan’s hold on him, but he didn’t try to pull away. He seemed to be far more inclined to enjoy being held down. Pan grinned as he helpfully tightened his grip on him, very willing to indulge that particular desire.

“I wanted…” The boy trailed off, so innocent he didn’t even seem to know the right words for what he sought.

An extra jolt of desire rushed through Pan’s body as all his suspicions were confirmed. The boy really was as innocent as the virgin goddess demanded her initiates should be. “You wanted to be trapped beneath me, just as you are now,” he suggested. “Didn’t you…?”

“Kallias,” the boy filled in for him.

The word was fractured by a sigh as Pan rocked his hips forward, thrusting his cock against Kallias’ arse through the scant barrier of his toga.

Releasing the mortal’s hand for a brief moment, Pan reached down between them and yanked the material aside.

Kallias let out a startled noise as the fabric tore, but the sound quickly morphed into a whimper as Pan’s shaft settled snugly between the young man’s buttocks.

The initiate pushed back, tight round muscles tensing and relaxing against Pan’s cock as his body made demands his mind didn’t even seem to understand.

A frustrated mew escaped from the younger man. Finally, he managed to nod in answer to Pan’s original question. Yes. This was what he’d wanted.

Reaching towards to the stones where he’d been resting as he waited for Kallias to find him, Pan caught up the small bottle of oil he’d tucked away there. Smearing some onto his fingers, he slid his hand down between their bodies once more. The digits slipped between the younger man’s buttocks, quickly finding his hole.

Kallias jerked away from the seemingly unexpected contact, but only for a moment. No matter how innocent they tried to keep the servants of Artemis, it was impossible to keep a man ignorant of his own body forever—especially when there was a god living in the forest who was more than happy to introduce him to the pleasures that could be found in a lover’s caress.

With the young man’s cheek resting on the ground, his face was turned to the side. Pan studied Kallias’ profile as the younger man’s confusion gave way to understanding. In its turn, knowledge quickly yielded the floor to pleasure, as Pan’s fingers slid inside him and began to show the far less experienced man exactly why he would enjoy being touched that way.

Unexpected pleasure rushed through Pan too, as he laid claim to a part of the initiate’s mind that had never been explored before.

The boy was hardly the first man who’d lain with him in those woods, he wasn’t even the first servant of Artemis to do so. But, as he stared down at him, it was harder than ever for Pan to ignore the fact Kallias was the first man who’d called to anything more than his cock.

Pan’s fingers stilled as he looked down at the young mortal. Kallias was the first man he’d ever needed to have pressed down against the grass that carpeted the forest floor. The first man in years who’d made it all too easy for Pan to forget Artemis’ warnings on what would happen to him if he tried to corrupt another of her followers.

Kallias moaned in pleasure as he push back around his digits, encouraging him to thrust them deeper inside him, until it was obvious that Pan was no longer the only man who needed to feel far more than mere fingers buried inside the smaller man.

Taking his hand away, Pan quickly slicked his shaft with extra oil.

Kallias looked frantically over his shoulder, as if scared that his lover was going to disappear if he took his eyes off him. As if any man would ever be able to turn away from such a sight!

Pan let his cock slide against the dip between Kallias’ buttocks as he once more covered the boy’s body with his own. As the tip of his shaft pressed against his hole for the first time, the boy tensed.

Against all usual practice, Pan found himself leaning down to press a reassuring kiss on to his shoulder. “Hush, you’ll be fine.”

He rocked his lips forward, just far enough to slide the tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscle.

Kallias bowed his head towards the ground as he gasped. His hands clenched around the long blades of grass, tearing several up by the roots. Lowering his own head once more, Pan rubbed his cheek against the boy’s fair skin. Inhaling deeply, he filled his senses with the younger man’s scent.

A touch of pain flashed through the boy’s eyes as Kallias looked over his shoulder at him once more. A protective urge he’d never felt before, rushed through Pan in response.

“It will pass. Just relax for me,” he coaxed, his voice a strange mixture of rough desire and gentle care.

Very slowly, the mortal boy seemed to accept his god’s presence within him. Pan rocked his hips very carefully. Kallias murmured his pleasure as he slowly slid inside him to the hilt.

Tight heat surrounded Pan’s shaft as he pulled back and thrust forward again. Kallias pressed back against him. Another gasp of pleasure escaped from the younger man.

Pan tightened his grip on the initiate’s hands as he set a rhythm and their bodies began to move together in earnest. Each thrust sent a wave of pure bliss rushing through him, unlike anything Pan had ever known. And the sounds of Kallias’ own joy only increased the god’s pleasure, until he finally felt the boy jerk beneath him.

Kallias cried out. A moment later, Pan let out a louder, rougher yell as he spilled inside the younger man. Pure ecstasy made his head spin and his mind go blank. Collapsing forward, he pinned the mortal down with his entire body.

As they both gasped for breath, their bodies rubbed together. With any other man, Pan knew he’d have quickly pulled away and reached for his pipes, or perhaps for another lover if one were available.

Lacking interest in anything other than Kallias, he merely pressed a tender, sleepy kiss against the mortal’s shoulder.

“I warned you what would happen if you took another of my followers!”

Pulling away from the boy, Pan scrambled to his feet as he spun around to face his accuser. Half crouched on the forest floor, he instinctively blocked the path between the Goddess Artemis and Kallias.

“Was it worth what it will cost you?” the goddess demanded as she took in every detail of the scene before her. The forest breeze whipped at her hair and her toga, sending both streaming around her. “A tumble on the forest floor with a boy you will cast aside the moment—”

“No!” Pan bit out. There would be no casting aside. There would be no returning Kallias to his goddess.

“No?” Artemis asked. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She tilted her head to one side as she studied Pan and seemed to look not just at him, but straight into him as well. Then, she laughed.

Pan rose up to his full height before her, willing to be damned to any level of hell at Artemis’ disposal rather than appear to be cowering before her like a mere mortal. Even as anger rushed through him, he was careful to stay between her and Kallias, unwilling to let the goddess’ wrath fall on him.

“He’s innocent,” he said.

“He was a complete innocent until he stumbled into your path,” she reminded him. “As much a virgin as any of my followers are and—”

“He’s not your follower anymore,” Pan growled, before he could think better of it.

“Oh, and who does he follow now?” she asked, with ominous calm.

“Me,” Pan said, stepping forward. “Kallias will follow me. He’ll worship me.”

The horned god met Artemis’ gaze and held it. Kallias was his, and for the first time in his life, Pan was willing to fight to keep one of the humans he’d lain with.

Artemis’ laughter filled the forest air once more. “Pan, tamed at last, and by little more than an innocent boy.”

Fresh fury rushed through Pan’s veins. But he held it in check. He had someone other than himself to think of now.

Artemis smiled. “Very well, Pan—he’s of little use to me now. You may keep him. If nothing else, perhaps he will distract you and keep you away from the other initiates for a little while.”

The wind swirled through the forest, disturbing every leaf and branch as the goddess vanished from sight.

Pan had no reason to trust her. He spun around, half expecting Kallias to have disappeared with her. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the boy still sitting on the trampled grass, his toga askew and stained by his pleasure.

“What did the goddess mean when she laughed?” the boy asked softly, as his big blue eyes blinked up at his god.

Pan glanced back at where the goddess had stood as he lowered himself to sit on the grass next to him. “She thinks I’ve fallen in love with you,” he said, far more softly than he’d intended.

Kallias slowly nodded his understanding. “And you’re angry because she was wrong?”

Pan had to close his eyes for a moment, to rally his courage in the face of a mere mortal, before he could find an answer for him. “No,” he finally admitted. “I was angry because she was right.”

The younger man glanced up at him through the golden blond strands that had fallen into his eyes. A tiny smile crept to his lips. He dropped his gaze, but the smile stayed. Something that looked suspiciously like relief flashed across his face as he stared down at the grass between them.

“From the first time I saw you through the trees…And when I heard your music…I…” he trailed off, a blush rushing to his cheeks once more, at his daring in saying even those half sentences.

A few seconds of silence passed before he spoke again.

“What the goddess called me—a virgin—that means someone who has never…?” Kallias waved a hand towards the ground where they had lain together.

“Yes,” Pan said, not sure what other confessions may escape if he attempted a longer answer.

“And once, that is enough to mean I am no longer a…?” the young mortal nibbled at his bottom lip as he trailed off.

“Yes.”

Kallias seemed to think about that for a long time. His fingers tangled in the long grass. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” Pan said again, unable to tell from the boy’s expression what he thought of that, if he regretted losing what his goddess had valued so highly.

“You don’t think that, perhaps, we should again,” Kallias finally said. “Just to be sure I am no longer…no longer of interest to the goddess?”

Pan grinned as he realised the boy’s cock was rising once more and he was already eager to worship his new god again.

Kallias smiled shyly back at Pan as the horned god granted his new follower’s first and most fervent prayer. It couldn’t hurt to be sure…

The End!

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