No Shame: The Complete Series: Including exclusive bonus materials and deleted scenes

by Phoenix, Nora

  He shifted, rubbing his cheek against Blake’s leg, resulting in Blake petting his head again. Aaron loved these head and neck scratches, little reminders that he was not alone.

  “You okay, puppy?”

  “Yeah. I’m so happy.”

  Blake smiled, then grabbed his leash and gently pulled, making Aaron scramble closer toward him. Blake kept pulling until Aaron came close enough for another deep, wet kiss.

  Blake let the soft strands of the tail slide through his fingers, before tapping the plug. “Do you like your tail?”

  Aaron nodded happily. He really did, even if the plug kept him level-level horny all day because it rubbed his insides, making him want more. But it was better than that empty, hollow feeling he had at times that was so hard to ignore.

  “Can you shake it for me? Turn around so I can see it.”

  He obeyed Blake without question, shaking his butt so the tail would move.

  “That’s so pretty on you. I love how cute your ass looks with that tail, puppy. And I really like having you naked all day…”

  Blake let his hand trail Aaron’s ass, then climb up his back until he reached his neck. Almost automatically, Aaron bowed his head so Blake could scratch him.

  “You’re such a sweet boy today. Come get your treat.”

  Blake held out a hard caramel candy, and he ate it out of his hand without even thinking about it, earning himself another rub.

  “Come sit with me for a sec,” Blake said, and Aaron climbed on his lap, careful to not disturb Blake’s laptop that was next to him. Once Aaron was seated between Blake’s legs, Blake leaning against the head board, Blake grabbed his laptop again and placed it so they could both it.

  The screen showed various pictures of what clearly was some kind of web shop. Aaron frowned, trying to make sense of what he was looking at, and then it hit. A deep blush crept over his cheeks, and Blake chuckled.

  “I see you’re recognizing what we’re looking at. Tell me, Aaron.”

  He had to clear his throat before he could speak. Twice. “They’re…they’re, like, accessories…for puppy play?”

  His voice came out thin and squeaky, but he was proud he even managed to form words at all.

  “They are. Tell me what you see.”

  He sighed. “Why do you want me to say it?”

  Blake chuckled again. “Because I love it when you get all blushing and flustered… I like pushing your limits and making you uncomfortable, but Aaron, that’s not the only reason. I promised you we’d explore this together, but we cannot do that if you don’t talk. I’ve become pretty good at reading you, but I need words, too, puppy.”

  Well, that kind of made sense. Aaron bit his lip, trying to find a picture that was less…confronting than the others. “There’s a collar and leash,” he said softly.

  “Mmm, I see. Do you like it?”

  He shook his head. “I like mine better, ‘cause it’s pink. This one is black, and that’s so depressing.”

  “I agree. No black for you. What else do you see?”

  One picture showed a large cage, with a man curled up inside who was dressed like a puppy. He was wearing some kind of a hood-mask, shaped like a dog’s snout and with dog’s ears, that covered his entire face. All you could see of his own face were his eyes—kind of.

  “I don’t like the mask-thing,” he said. “It looks uncomfortable and too restricting.”

  “I agree,” Blake said, much to Aaron’s relief. “And I like looking at your face way too much to cover it up like that.”

  Blake kissed Aaron’s head, and Aaron relaxed again. Blake was right. This was something they should do together, and Aaron knew by now Blake valued consent over anything else. He would never make Aaron do something he did not want.

  “I don’t like the cage, either,” he said with more certainty.

  “Puppy, I would never punish you by keeping you away from me. I know how much touch means to you, and besides, I need you right next to me. I love feeling you close to me.”

  Aaron turned his head and nuzzled Blake’s neck, inhaling his scent. His heart calmed down completely. Blake loved him. He exhaled, feeling safe and secure again.

  “Do you see something you do like? Something you would maybe like to try?”

  Aaron’s eyes zoomed in on a picture showing knee pads. That could be fun, right? Oh, there were also special things to put on his hands as well, what were they called? Fist mitts. He pictured himself, crawling around on hands and knees, Blake holding his leash… His cock grew hard instantly, despite the fact that he’d had two orgasms already.

  “Oh, something’s piqued your interest,” Blake said with a smile, observant as ever.

  Aaron pointed toward the picture. “That looks like fun.”

  Blake put his laptop on the night table. “Mmm, it sure does, and I’m so proud of you for saying that.”

  Aaron’s face lit up. He loved it when he made Blake proud of him.

  “And I could ask you what you’d want for your reward for being so brave, but I already know, puppy. Hands and knees, Aaron, head down, ass towards me.”

  Aaron scrambled onto his hands and knees, dropped his head on his folded hands and pushed his ass backward. He didn’t have to wait long, because seconds later, Blake pulled out the plug.

  “Oh, damn, look at that…” Blake let out an appreciative moan and dragged one finger through Aaron’s crack all the way down to his balls, eliciting a shiver from Aaron.

  “My cum is dripping out of your hole, Aaron… Fucking hell, that is so hot. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna fuck it right out of you…and then deposit a fresh load and plug you right back up again.”

  Aaron whimpered, the filthy words rolling over his skin, teasing him, touching him deep inside.

  “But Aaron, this morning we did slow and sweet…now I’m in the mood to fuck hard, so hang on. I wanna hear you, puppy… Let me know how much you love my cock inside you.”

  As if he needed encouragement for that, Aaron thought, and then his mind went blank because Blake surged in with one powerful thrust that made his breath leave his lungs on a swoosh.

  He fisted the bed with both hands, planted his knees wider so he’d have leverage enough to counter Blake’s thrusts. Blake pulled back, then slammed in, his balls slapping wetly against Aaron’s ass.

  Oh, that sound, that deliciously dirty sound…. Aaron moaned as the burn in his ass radiated through his entire body. He loved that sensation of being opened by Blake’s cock. There was nothing like it, and it made him feel so wanted and so wanton.

  The remnants of Blake’s cum being forced out of his hole created slick noises that echoed around the room, tickling Aaron’s skin with their obscene sounds.

  “Ohhh…” he moaned. “Harder… Please, Blake, harder.”

  Blake pushed Aaron face-down onto the mattress, his legs flattened but spread. Blake grunted as he rammed back in, less deep, but oh, so hard, and hitting Aaron’s prostate straight on. Aaron closed his eyes, not even recognizing the animalistic sounds that he was emitting.

  Blake’s hand grabbed the collar, lifting Aaron’s head, putting enough pressure on his throat to feel owned without cutting off his air. “I love that I can fuck you…as hard and as rough…as I want…and you can take it…Fuck, puppy, you take everything I give you…”

  He panted as he thrust in and out Aaron, the words breathy and sharp in between the slap of his balls and the slick, wet noises.

  “I love your ass, Aaron… I love how hungry it is for my cock.”

  Aaron restlessly moved against him, seeking friction for his cock that was between his stomach and the mattress. He was so close, his body already tingling.

  “I love your body that’s strong and flexible enough to take me.”

  Blake was speeding up, his tightening muscles indicating he was about to blow.

  “I love how you seek your own pleasure so needy and shamelessly…”

  Blake allowed him to rub his cock a
gainst the bed, and Aaron’s balls tightened almost painfully.

  “And I love watching you release… Come for me, puppy. Together.”

  Aaron let go, feeling himself shoot at the same time as Blake spasmed inside him, filling him all over again.

  Then Aaron was crying, but they were happy tears. Tears because he’d never felt this loved, this cherished, and for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid anymore of who he was. He was Blake’s, and that was all that mattered.

  No Shame

  1

  Miles Hampton awoke to the sensation of his cock being sucked. Quite expertly, as a matter of fact. A hot, wet mouth with a devious tongue that licked him top to bottom and back, then teased his slit. A throat that seemed to lack a gag reflex, as it sucked him in all the way, with pressure that drew his balls up tight after mere seconds. He clenched his fists as his orgasm barreled through him.

  “Thank you,” he managed.

  Warm hands cleaned his cock with what smelled like a baby wipe, then put it back in his pajama bottoms. “You’re welcome. Sleep well.”

  He was halfway back asleep when it hit him. Who the fuck had just sucked him off? Had he seen him before? Yes. Yesterday, he’d quietly slipped into the room as well. Dark hair, tanned skin, gorgeous brown eyes. A quiet little mouse, who could suck cock like it was all he did.

  Miles dreamed of him, that slick mouth, that perfect tongue. What was his name?

  It was hard to stay awake with so many drugs in his system. Painkillers, sedatives, whatever else he needed to not die. He kept waiting for his balls to start hurting, but they never did. Had they started giving him hormones after all?

  He came in his sleep. Or had he been awake?

  He woke up, knowing he’d orgasmed again, but his pajama bottoms were dry. What the hell?

  The next time he roused when warm hands dragged down his pajamas. He reached out, slower than he’d liked, but still fast enough to catch the guy’s hand. Slim. Soft.

  “Who are you?” he croaked.

  “I’m Brad. Can I suck you off?”

  “Hell, yes. Please.”

  He put his hand on dark messy curls, so soft to his touch. He held it there until he came hard, groaning as he spurted cum into that perfect mouth. Who the hell was this?

  Brad.

  Brad with the perfect mouth.

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Sleep well.”

  Hadn’t he said that before? Deja vu.

  Pain radiated from his heavy balls into his cock, his legs. It had been too long. He moved his hand down, vicious pain stabbing him in the ribs, reached inside his pants. Rock hard, of course. That never changed. Fuck, he hated this.

  He jerked himself once, biting his lip from crying out as the uncoordinated move sent a wave of pain through him. The door opened, and he was too slow to pull out.

  Shit. What would they think? Pervert. He was a fucking pervert.

  “I’m sorry. I’m here now.”

  Before he could say another word, his hand was pulled off his cock, and that mouth descended. Wet heat, tongue, hard sucking. He exploded, tears forming in his eyes as his balls furiously emptied. Fuuuuuuuuck.

  He looked up, met apologetic brown eyes. “I couldn’t make it here earlier. I’m so sorry. Do you need another one?”

  “Brad?” he asked.

  “Yeah, it’s me.”

  “You suck cock like a champ,” he heard himself say, his eyes drifting shut again.

  A low chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes. Close your eyes, I’ve got you.”

  It took slightly longer, but when his second release hit him, he fell asleep instantly.

  * * *

  Charlie studied himself in the mirror above the bathroom sink. A month after the assault, his face finally looked normal again instead of the black-and-blue freak show that had slowly transformed in multiple shades of purple and blue. Zack had hit him straight in the face, multiple times, and it had shown. Fuck, his face had looked like a freaking rainbow flag, only less pretty.

  Goddamn Zack. Fucking asshole.

  Nope, he still wasn’t over his anger. Noah had talked to him about stages of grief, had offered to listen whenever Charlie wanted to talk. And Charlie had poured his heart out, but not to Noah. He’d shared what had happened with Brad, who was a way better listener than many people gave him credit for. Still, he couldn’t tell him everything, not when it was so stupid, so unbelievably stupid. He’d been such a fucking idiot.

  Noah had said the process of grieving over what had happened with Zach started with denial, which in Charlie’s case had lasted for months. Why the hell had he stayed that long? It had been months since the first time Zack had hit him—and he’d still stayed with him. He’d known the guy was a massive dick, and not in the good way, but he hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself, let alone to others.

  To Brad. That’s what it came down to, didn’t it? He hadn’t wanted to admit to Brad that Brad had been right all along. He’d warned Charlie against Zack from the day he met him, back when Charlie had been too starry-eyed and impressed that the sexy cop was even giving him the time of day to listen. God, Charlie had been such a fucking naive kid. Brad had been a loyal friend, but he’d warned Charlie repeatedly. And fuck him to hell, he’d been completely right. Of course.

  At least Zack hadn’t given him any VDs, what with all his cheating Charlie had already suspected and that Brad had confirmed. He didn’t blame Brad for not saying anything—he’d been in an impossible position, since Charlie hadn’t been open to hearing anything negative about Zack. The one outing he’d done since the assault had been to a clinic to get tested, and thank fuck everything had come back negative. But what a fucking asshole Zack had been, to even approach Brad for a fuck.

  Charlie hadn’t made it past the second stage yet: anger. Deep, raging anger. He felt it bubbling inside him at times, making him all restless and edgy. The fact that he’d been fired from his job—working as a virtual personal assistant to a fashion designer had been kinda hard after the assault, and the man had fired him days later, the jerk—and couldn’t do his drag act either, which he loved so much, didn’t help. He was going stir crazy.

  Maybe it was time to go job hunting, even if the thought of going outside scared the fuck out of him. Outside was where Zack was, and so far, he’d shown no sign of giving up on finding Charlie. He’d called relentlessly, until Charlie had changed his number, and Brad had resorted to that same tactic since he’d been inundated with calls as well. Even Blake had been approached. It was only a matter of time before Zack would find him…and going outside would only increase his chances of being found. No, he’d stay inside for now, in this safe place where people were nice and friendly.

  He checked himself again. He’d always been on the pale side, but right now his skin was downright ghostly, contrasting starkly against his dark hair. His eyes looked even bigger than they usually did, probably because he’d lost some weight he couldn’t afford to. He was already so fucking frail. The cute, pint-sized twink—what a horrible cliché. And he fucking oozed rainbows out of his pores without wanting to, alerting everyone in his vicinity that yes, he was gay, thank you very much. Fuck my life.

  He made his way downstairs. Brad was already at work, but Noah was on the couch doing something on his iPad with Indy curled up against him, reading a book. Ever since Indy had come home, those two had been inseparable. Charlie had sighed with the warm and fuzzies more than once, watching them kiss, or cuddle, and touch.

  And yet, despite the joy that was apparent over their reunification, there was a lingering sadness in both their eyes, especially Indy’s. Was it a residue of the trauma he’d been through? Charlie wasn’t sure.

  “Good morning,” Indy greeted him, friendly as ever.

  “Hey, Charlie,” Noah said, looking up from his iPad.

  Max, Brad’s dog, was on the floor in the living room and lifted his head for a sec to check who it was, then went right back to
sleep.

  “Hi. Did you guys have breakfast already? If not, I could make some?”

  “You’re the guest here,” Indy protested. “Shouldn’t we be making you something?”

  Charlie grinned. “Sugar, I’ve been here for a month. Pretty sure we’re past the guest stage. Also, in case you hadn’t noticed yet, your boyfriend can’t cook. He managed to burn an omelet the first week I was here. That in itself is quite the feat, actually.”

  Indy laughed. “I know, but he has other redeeming qualities to make up for it.” He shoved Noah playfully, who shot him a quasi-indignant look in retribution.

  “Yeah, somehow, I didn’t think you picked him for his culinary talents,” Charlie said.

  Something flashed over Indy’s face that was gone too fast to interpret, though it had looked a hell of a lot like sadness.

  “It’s not like Brad is much better,” Noah fired back.

  “Oh, I know, but he’s not my boyfriend.”

  Noah and Indy shared a look that Charlie refused to interpret. He was pretty sure they had their thoughts about him and Brad. After all, he and Brad were two gay, single men who were really close and who had been staying in the same room now for a month. It made sense that they’d be together, right? Fuck, they had no idea.

  “Speaking of that,” Noah said. “We need to ask you something.”

  Charlie lowered himself on a chair across from them. Was this when they were telling him it was time to move out? He couldn’t blame them, not after staying way past his expiration date already. Anyone else would have kicked him out weeks ago.

  “We’re not kicking you out, Charlie,” Noah said, his voice warm and kind. The guy was damn good at reading minds, Charlie had noticed on more than one occasion.

  “You know about Miles, right?” Indy asked.