24 May '12

Smut Event Day Seventeen – Explicit Excerpt from Sessha Batto and a Giveaway (Please read warning)

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In modern day Japan, the ninja legends live on in a grim saga of political maneuverings, betrayal, sexual abuse, torture and dark homoeroticism.

The Shinobi clans lurk in the shadows, performing services that not even the hardened Yakuza will touch. Takahashi Yoshi fulfills his duty with soul-stripping resolve, each assignment driving a nail into a coffin of lost faith. After years of sexual abuse and torture in the name of clan honor, Yoshi must learn to trust, but the man who offers him hope is himself flawed. Sasaki Makoto has spent a career in torture and interrogation, exploring not only the dark secrets of his clan’s enemies, but also the darkness within his own heart.

How far must Yoshi run to escape his shame and torment?


Warning: Contains scene of sexual torture and non-consensual sex

“What happened, Dai?” Souta moved to wrap a comforting arm around his lover. “Did Hayashi-san complain about your lack of morals?”

“No, nothing like that. I’ve just had to face a lot of hard truths lately. I’m not the person I thought I was. Very few of the things I thought were immutable truths are actually black and white. I’m less and less sure I was the right choice for this position.”

“Come here,” the assassin cooed, holding out his arms to enfold his lover. “Let us help you forget.”

“That’s right, Daisuke,” Makoto rumbled as he scooped both men into his lap. “I haven’t had my dinner yet.” He kissed the Shuhan passionately, devouring his mouth as if he would never get another chance before turning to a dazed Souta and repeating the action. “Now kiss,” the interrogator ordered, “I want to watch you love each other.”

The long time lovers melted together, passion fueled by their time apart and the excitement of having Makoto calling the shots.

“Mmmmmm, you taste so good, Dai, like caramel,” Souta muttered before diving back in for more, hands sliding up the slender column of Daisuke’s throat as he reveled in the trust his lover was showing him.

Makoto reached between them and wrapped his hand around both of their bobbing erections, squeezing the silky flesh together. He stroked them roughly before linking their hands in place of his. He leaned back to watch the pair in appreciation for a moment before slicking his fingers and sliding one deep inside Daisuke. He then did the same to Souta, slowly thrusting and swirling as their slick forms danced against each other.

By the time he reached three fingers both men were moaning uncontrollably, desperately trying to reach their peak. “Nuh uh, not so fast. We’re just getting started.” The interrogator laughed at the wide eyed look of surprise gracing both men’s faces. “You do still want this, don’t you?”

“As if I’d let you back out now,” Souta rasped. “If you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to knock you down and take what I want.”

“Pushy, pushy. Not that you’d get very far against me, but it’s an interesting thought.”

“You’d be surprised what I can do,” the assassin said, trailing off into a guttural moan as his prostate was targeted.

“Daisuke,” Makoto singsonged, “Lie down on the bed for me.” He helped shift the slender man, carefully arranging him on the sheets, legs splayed wide, before grabbing the startled assassin and settling him gently in the cradle of the Shuhan’s hips. “Fill him, Souta. I want to see how you get him to make those wonderful noises.”

Ever so slowly the assassin inched inside the hot furnace of his lover’s body, coming to a stop pressed tight against slick bronze flesh. Before he even had a chance to adjust, Souta felt large hands spread him wide as Makoto’s thick cock slowly filled him, and filled him, and filled him. “Jesus, you really are huge,” he choked out as he was stretched far more than he had ever been before.

“Not really.” The interrogator fought the urge to just thrust in to the hilt. “Yoshi’s just as big.”

“You’re not helping if you’re trying to talk me out of that foursome. No wonder Kazuki doesn’t want to let him go,” Souta mused, instantly regretting it when Makoto started to retreat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please don’t leave me hanging like this.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” The interrogator slammed back in to the hilt, causing both men below him to let out wanton moans.

“Oh Kami,” Daisuke grunted. “He pushes you so deep inside me, Sou, you wouldn’t believe how good it feels.”

“Uhnnnnn,” was the snappiest retort the assassin could manage, so overwhelmed was he by the dual sensation of filling and being filled. Every snap of Makoto’s hips sent electric fire racing up his spine, even as it thrust him balls deep inside his lover’s clenching passage.

When both men below him were close the interrogator stopped, easily pinning them in place as he teased Souta with series of shallow thrusts that had them both begging for more. “What was that? Did you say stop?”

“No, no, no, nooooooooo,” the assassin begged. “Please, oh please.”

“Please what, Souta?” the torture master asked. “Please stop now?”

“Hurry up and fuck him, Makoto,” Daisuke threatened. “Or I’m going to take matters into my own hands.”

“Oh really? And how were you planning to do that?”

“Like this.” The Shuhan somehow managed to gain the leverage to roll all three of them over so Makoto was on the bottom of the pile. “There you go Sou, make me feel it.” He let out a deep sensuous moan when his lover did just that.

Souta was in heaven, thrusting up into Daisuke, then back onto the hard length piercing him until the interrogator’s hand managed to wrap around the Shuhan’s weeping erection. After only a few rough strokes the younger man keened his approval as he came hard.

Makoto saw his opportunity, hammering up into the trapped assassin until he screamed, clenching and writhing around the massive erection still pounding into him. Only then did the interrogator let go, sending Souta into yet another series of shuddering climaxes as hot seed poured out against his prostate.

“Oh gods that was good,” the assassin gasped as soon as he regained his voice. “Why haven’t we done this before?”

“We never had the opportunity,” Daisuke mumbled sleepily in reply. “Love you, Sou.”

“Love you too, baby. Thank you for an earth shattering experience, Makoto. Feel free to join us anytime.”

“Sleep.” The interrogator slipped out of the bed, leaving the lovers comfortably curled in each other’s arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”




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4 Responses to “Smut Event Day Seventeen – Explicit Excerpt from Sessha Batto and a Giveaway (Please read warning)”

  1. M/M Erotic Romance is one of my favorite Genres & this was a Scorchin' Scene!!
    This is a new Author to me, not for long though, Definitely a must buy!!

    Take Care & Stay Naughty,
    PaParanormalFan Renee
    paranormalromancefan at yahoo dot com

  2. Anonymous

    Hey now, that's something I want to try! Switch a few partners positions a couple of times and VOILA! there you go, and go, and GO!

  3. Paul Fronc

    Hey now, that's something I want to try! Switch a few partners positions a couple of times and VOILA! there you go, and go, and GO!

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