Gay Heat

A DevotedSub Books Collection

Volume 7

by Devoted Sub

To my husband, my Dom, my Twin Flame. My love, my strength, my courage, and the soul who awakened the parts of me I never knew howto set free.

You believed in me when my own faith had all but vanished. You saw a writer where I saw doubt, a voice where I heard silence, a futurewhere I saw only limits — and gave me the courage to put my wordsinto the world and dare to call myself an author.

You never wrote my stories for me or walked the road in my place. You gave me something more precious: the strength and courage tobelieve I deserved to walk this path, the confidence to believe inmyself, and the faith to know I could do this.

You taught me that when life knocks you down, you get back up, and you never fail. Failure is never found in falling, but in giving up.As long as I keep rising, keep trying, and refuse to surrender, Iwill never truly fail.

If my words reach the world, your love gave them wings. If my stories outlive me, a part of you will live on in every word.

You are my love by choice, my Dom by devotion, my Twin Flame by a bond that transcends the ordinary, and my forever by a promise Icarry willingly.

What is claimed is loved. What is loved is kept. What is kept is bound. What is bound is never abandoned.

And so, upon these pages, I carry the title you bestowed upon me, my most cherished one: Devoted Sub. Not simply a name beneath astory, but a name born of our bond, carried with pride, and foreverentwined with the man who gave it to me.

With all that I am, all that I create, and all that I will ever become,

Forever yours,

Your Devoted Sub.

Contents

1. Bath Time

2. Collared

3. Date Night Ruined

4. HIS PRETTY BOY

5. Lost the Bet, Won the Weekend

6. Morning Worship

7. Reclaimed

8. Taken Rough

9. The Count's Pretty Boy

10. The Photographer's Pretty Boy

11. The Pretty Boy Is Mine

12. Worship Him

Bath Time

The bathroom was warm with steam. David leaned against the doorframe, forty years old and watching Klaus, twenty-eight, pad around the bathroom in a towel, setting out candles. It was Sunday evening, and Klaus had been on his feet all day cooking and cleaning. David had decided his boy deserved to be pampered.

The tub was filling. David had poured in oil that smelled like sandalwood and vanilla. Klaus tested the water with his hand and smiled.

- Get in — David said.

Klaus dropped the towel and stepped into the water, sinking down with a sigh that came from somewhere deep. David sat on the edge of the tub in his clothes and rolled up his sleeves. He took a soft cloth, dipped it, and began washing Klaus's shoulders in slow circles.

- You work too hard — David said.

- I like taking care of our home — Klaus said, eyes closed, head tilted back against the tub rim.

- And I like taking care of you — David said. He washed down Klaus's arms, over his chest, across the flat planes of his belly. Klaus's skin was slick and warm. David's hand drifted lower, under the water, and wrapped around Klaus's cock. Klaus's eyes flew open.

- I thought this was pampering — Klaus said, breathless.

- It is — David said, stroking him slowly under the water. - I'm pampering every part of you.

Klaus laughed softly and let his head fall back again, spreading his legs a little under the water. David's hand moved on him, gentle and unhurried, the warm water making everything slick. Klaus hardened fully in David's fist.

- That feels so good — Klaus murmured.

- I know — David said. He leaned down and kissed Klaus, slow and deep, while his hand kept moving. Klaus moaned into his mouth.

After a while David stood and stripped off his own clothes. Klaus watched him, eyes dark, water lapping at his chest.

- Scoot forward — David said.

Klaus slid forward in the tub. David stepped in behind him and sank down, pulling Klaus back against his chest. Now Klaus sat between David's legs, leaning on him, the water rising around them. David wrapped his arms around Klaus and nuzzled his neck.

- This is nice — Klaus said.

- It is — David agreed. His hands roamed Klaus's wet body — over his chest, tweaking his nipples gently, down his belly. Klaus squirmed.

- Your hands — Klaus breathed.

- What about them — David said, lips against Klaus's ear.

- They make me crazy — Klaus said.

David slid one hand down between Klaus's legs and stroked him under the water while the other hand played over his chest. Klaus's breathing turned ragged. He tilted his head back onto David's shoulder, exposing his throat, and David kissed and bit at the soft skin there.

- Turn around — David said suddenly.

Klaus turned in the water to face him, kneeling between David's spread legs. David's cock stood hard under the water. Klaus reached for it, but David caught his wrist.

- Not yet — David said. - First I want that mouth.

Klaus smiled and dipped his head. He took David's cock into his mouth under the warm water, and the sensation made David's whole body jerk. Klaus sucked slowly, his hair floating around his face, water beading on his shoulders. He took David deep, his throat relaxing, and David groaned and gripped the sides of the tub.

- Fuck — David said. - Baby, that's so good.

Klaus bobbed his head, faster now, his tongue swirling. He pulled off and licked long stripes up the shaft, then took the head back in and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. David's hips lifted.

- Careful — David said roughly. - I'm close.

Klaus didn't stop. He took David deep again and swallowed around him, and David came with a hoarse cry, flooding Klaus's mouth. Klaus surfaced, swallowing, water running off his face, and grinned.

- You taste good — Klaus said.

David hauled him up and kissed him hard. Then he stood, water streaming off his body, and stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel, dried his hands, and held it out.

- Up — David said.

Klaus climbed out. David wrapped the towel around him roughly and dried him off, then tossed the towel aside and lifted Klaus clean off his feet. Klaus yelped and clung to him, laughing.

- David — Klaus said.

- Bed — David said.

He carried Klaus to the bedroom and dropped him on the mattress. Klaus bounced, laughing, wet and glowing. David crawled over him.

- The pampering's over — David said. - Now I'm going to get you filthy.

He pushed Klaus's legs up and spread him wide. Klaus's cock stood hard against his belly, flushed and leaking. David bent down and licked a stripe from Klaus's hole all the way up to the tip of his cock, and Klaus cried out.

- Oh god — Klaus said. - Do that again.

David did it again, slower, then circled Klaus's hole with his tongue, pushing inside, tasting the clean warm skin. Klaus moaned and rocked against his mouth. David rimmed him deep, his tongue working in and out, then moved up and swallowed Klaus's cock to the root in one smooth motion.

Klaus screamed. His hands clutched at David's head. David sucked him hard and fast, throat relaxing, taking him impossibly deep. Klaus's thighs clamped around David's head.

- I'm going to come — Klaus gasped. - Oh god, oh god.

David pulled off at the last second and flipped Klaus over onto his stomach. He yanked Klaus's hips up, grabbed the bottle of oil from the nightstand, and slicked his cock generously.

- You want it — David said, pressing the head against Klaus's hole.

- Yes — Klaus said desperately. - Please, fuck me, please.

David drove in deep. Klaus's back arched and he cried out into the mattress. David didn't go slow this time — he pounded into Klaus, hard and fast, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Klaus's cock rubbed against the sheets with every thrust.

- You're so fucking tight — David growled. - So perfect. This is mine. Say it.

- Yours — Klaus sobbed. - I'm yours, all yours.

David reached around and grabbed Klaus's cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts. Klaus was shaking all over, moaning into the pillow.

- Come — David ordered. - Come all over my sheets.

Klaus came with a wail, his cock pulsing in David's fist, spend soaking into the mattress. His body clamped down hard on David's cock and David drove in to the hilt and released, pumping deep inside Klaus, groaning his name.

They lay in a tangle of wet limbs and damp sheets. David pulled Klaus against his chest.

- Best bath ever — Klaus mumbled.

- Told you I'd pamper you — David said, laughing.

- That was not pampering — Klaus said.

- It started that way — David said.

Klaus snuggled closer, and David held him while the candles in the bathroom burned down on their own.

They lay in the damp sheets, catching their breath, Klaus's head on David's chest. The bathroom candles had burned down to stubs. Water dripped faintly from the tub faucet.

- I should drain the tub — Klaus said, not moving.

- Later — David said, not moving either.

Klaus traced circles on David's chest with one finger.

- You know what I was thinking about in the bath — Klaus said.

- What — David said.

- The first time you ever touched me like you meant it — Klaus said. - Not careful. Not gentle. Like you couldn't help yourself.

David smiled into the dark.

- I remember — David said. - You'd been teasing me all night. That shirt.

- I wasn't teasing — Klaus said.

- You were absolutely teasing — David said. He rolled Klaus onto his back and pinned his wrists beside his head. - And you knew exactly what you were doing.

- Maybe — Klaus admitted, grinning.

David kissed him, slow and deep. Klaus's body was still warm from the bath, his skin soft. David released his wrists and ran his hands down Klaus's sides, over his hips, between his legs. Klaus was already half-hard again.

- Already — David said, wrapping his hand around him.

- You do this to me — Klaus said.

David stroked him slowly, watching Klaus's face in the dim light. Klaus's eyes fluttered closed. His lips parted. David leaned down and kissed his neck, right over the collar, then lower, mouthing his chest, taking a nipple between his teeth gently. Klaus arched.

- I want you in my mouth again — Klaus said suddenly.

- Yeah — David said.

Klaus pushed David onto his back and straddled his thighs. He bent over David's cock and took it in slowly, inch by inch, until his lips met David's belly. David groaned and fisted the sheets.

Klaus worked him with his mouth and hand together, slow and thorough, tongue pressing flat against the shaft on every upstroke. He pulled off and licked the head, circling it, then took it deep again. David's hips lifted.

- Fuck, baby — David said. - Just like that.

Klaus hummed around him and sucked harder. He took David as deep as he could and swallowed, his throat working around the shaft. David's whole body tensed.

- I'm going to come — David warned.

Klaus didn't pull off. He kept sucking, and David came hard, his cock pulsing, and Klaus swallowed every drop, milking him with his tongue. When he finally pulled off, he licked his lips and crawled up David's body.

- I love the way you taste — Klaus said.

- Come here — David said, and pulled Klaus into a kiss.

They kissed for a long time, lazy and deep. Then David rolled Klaus over and settled between his legs.

- One more — David said. - I want to feel you come one more time tonight.

- I don't think I can — Klaus said weakly.

- You can — David said. - For me.

He pushed into Klaus slowly. Klaus's body was well-used and slick, and David slid in deep with a groan. He set a slow, grinding pace, deep strokes that made Klaus whimper with every one.

- There — Klaus gasped. - Right there, oh god.

David found the angle and held it, grinding deep. He wrapped his hand around Klaus's cock — soft at first, but it hardened quickly under his touch — and stroked in time with his thrusts.

- That's it — David murmured. - Give it to me. One more.

Klaus's body tightened. He came with a broken cry, his spend spilling over David's hand, weaker this time but no less sweet. His walls pulsed around David's cock and David thrust deep and released inside him, shuddering.

They collapsed together, completely spent. David pulled the blanket over them.

- I can't move — Klaus said.

- Good — David said. - Stay.

Klaus laughed softly and tucked his head under David's chin. Within minutes his breathing slowed into sleep. David held him and listened to the quiet house, and thought that this — this wrecked bed, this warm body, this trust — was everything he had ever wanted and never thought he'd have.

Morning came with rain against the windows. David woke to find Klaus gone from the bed. He followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen and found Klaus making pancakes, wearing David's robe, hair still damp from sleep.

- You left me — David accused, wrapping his arms around Klaus from behind.

- You were snoring — Klaus said.

- I don't snore — David said.

- You absolutely snore — Klaus said, flipping a pancake.

David nuzzled his neck and slid his hands inside the robe. Klaus was naked underneath.

- David — Klaus said. - The pancakes.

- They can wait — David said.

- They'll burn — Klaus said, but he was already leaning back against David.

David turned him around and kissed him, deep and hungry. He pushed the robe off Klaus's shoulders and it pooled on the floor. Klaus stood naked in the kitchen, morning light on his skin.

- Bend over the table — David said.

Klaus obeyed, bracing his hands on the kitchen table. David knelt behind him and licked into him, tongue working deep, tasting him. Klaus moaned and pushed back.

- I love the way you taste in the morning — David murmured.

He stood and pushed into Klaus slowly. Klaus sighed with pleasure. David set a steady rhythm, deep and unhurried, one hand on Klaus's hip, the other reaching around to stroke his cock.

The pancakes burned. Neither of them cared.

- Come for me — David said, stroking faster.

Klaus came with a cry, his body shaking, his spend landing on the kitchen floor. His walls squeezed David and David drove deep and released, groaning.

They stood there panting, Klaus bent over the table, David still inside him.

- The pancakes are ruined — Klaus said.

- I'll make more — David said. - After.

- After what — Klaus said.

- After this — David said, and started moving again.

Klaus laughed breathlessly and held onto the table while David took him again, slower this time, savoring. When they finally made it back to bed, it was nearly noon, and the second batch of pancakes was perfect, and they ate them in bed with sticky fingers and happy hearts.

- Best Sunday — Klaus said.

- Every Sunday — David said. - Forever.

- Forever — Klaus agreed.

The next weekend, David surprised Klaus. He'd bought new bath oil — something with amber and spice — and rose petals. Actual rose petals. Klaus walked into the bathroom and stopped dead.

- Are those rose petals — Klaus said.

- Don't make fun of me — David said.

- I'm not — Klaus said, laughing. - I'm touched. You're romantic.

- I'm trying something — David said.

The bath was perfect — hot, fragrant, petals floating. Klaus sank in with a blissful sigh. David sat on the edge and washed him slowly, reverently, like the first time.

- I could get used to this — Klaus said.

- Good — David said. - Because I'm going to spoil you forever.

His hands drifted lower under the water. Klaus's breath caught.

- Again — Klaus whispered.

- Always — David said.

He stroked Klaus under the water, slow and sure, while kissing him deeply. Klaus moaned into his mouth, his hips lifting. When Klaus was hard and aching, David stood and stripped, and joined him in the tub.

Klaus turned to face him, and David pulled him into his lap. Klaus sank down onto David's cock slowly, the hot water surrounding them, and they both groaned. Klaus rode him gently, the water sloshing softly, petals sticking to their skin.

- This is insane — Klaus gasped. - You're insane. I love you.

- I love you — David said, thrusting up into him.

Klaus's hands gripped David's shoulders. The water made everything slick and heated. David reached between them and stroked Klaus's cock under the water, and Klaus came with a cry, his body clenching, his spend clouding the water. David thrust up deep and released inside him, groaning.

They sat in the ruined bath, petals everywhere, laughing.

- The petals are a mess — Klaus said.

- Worth it — David said.

David drained the tub and they showered off together, David washing petals out of Klaus's hair while Klaus laughed. Then bed, clean sheets, Klaus curled against David's chest.

- You're the most romantic man I know — Klaus mumbled sleepily.

- Don't tell anyone — David said. - I have a reputation.

- Your secret's safe with me — Klaus said.

David kissed the top of his head and held him until they both slept.

That night, Klaus woke thirsty and found David still awake, reading in the living room.

- Can't sleep — David said.

- Come back to bed — Klaus said, holding out his hand.

David set the book down and let Klaus lead him back. In the dark bedroom, Klaus pushed him gently onto the bed and straddled him.

- What are you doing — David asked, amused.

- Taking care of you — Klaus said. - You always take care of me.

He took David into his mouth slowly, lovingly, no rush. David's hands found his hair. In the quiet dark, Klaus worshiped him with lips and tongue until David came with a shuddering groan, whispering Klaus's name.

- Better — Klaus said, crawling up to kiss him.

- Much — David said.

They slept tangled together, and David dreamed of warm water and Klaus's smile, and woke with Klaus's head on his chest and the whole day ahead of them.

The following Saturday, David did it all again — the oil, the hot water, the candles. Klaus walked in and laughed.

- You're spoiling me — Klaus said.

- That's the plan — David said.

Klaus sank into the water and David washed him slowly, and the pampering turned filthy the way it always did — David's hands wandering, Klaus's breath quickening, until Klaus was begging under the water.

- Please — Klaus gasped. - I need you.

David lifted him out of the tub, carried him dripping to the bed, and took him hard and deep, water still running off their skin onto the sheets. Klaus screamed his name, clawing at his back, and David pounded into him until they both came apart.

After, wrapped in towels on the wrecked bed, Klaus laughed breathlessly.

- Every bath — Klaus said. - Every single bath.

- Every bath — David agreed, grinning.

- I wouldn't have it any other way — Klaus said.

- Neither would I — David said, and kissed him, tasting chlorine and vanilla and everything he loved.

- I love bath nights — Klaus whispered, drowsy against David's chest.

- Me too — David said. - Best part of the week.

- Best part of my life — Klaus corrected softly, and David held him tighter, smiling into the dark.

Morning light found them tangled together, Klaus's head on David's chest, the collar glinting softly — a quiet promise kept.

David held him close, breathing in the scent of vanilla and warm skin, grateful beyond words for this beautiful boy who was entirely, wonderfully his.

Collared

The bedroom was lit only by candles. Carlos stood in the doorway watching Khalil arrange the pillows on the bed, and the sight of him never stopped doing something to Carlos's chest. Khalil was twenty-eight and pretty in a way that made strangers stare. Long dark lashes, full mouth, soft curves of a body that looked carved for worship. Carlos was forty, harder and rougher, built broad and solid, and every inch of him belonged to the younger man kneeling there — and every inch of Khalil belonged to him. That was the deal. That was tonight.

On the nightstand sat a small black box.

Khalil had seen it. He kept glancing at it. His hands trembled a little as he smoothed the blanket.

- Come here — Carlos said.

Khalil stood and crossed the room. Carlos caught him by the chin and tilted his face up, studying him. Those eyes, wide and dark, full of trust.

- You know what's in the box — Carlos said.

- Yes — Khalil said.

- Say it — Carlos said.

- A collar — Khalil whispered.

- And what does it mean — Carlos said.

Khalil swallowed hard. His voice shook.

- It means I'm yours — Khalil said.

Carlos's hand tightened on his chin, not hurting, just firm. Possessive.

- On your knees — Carlos said.

Khalil sank down gracefully to his knees on the rug, looking up at Carlos. Carlos opened the box. Inside, coiled in black velvet, was a leather collar. Dark brown, heavy, with a silver ring at the front and Carlos's initial stamped into the leather. He lifted it out.

- This is not a game — Carlos said. - Once I put this on you, everyone who sees it will know you belong to me. Do you understand.

- Yes — Khalil said.

- I will be your master in every room of this house — Carlos said. - In this bed, in the shower, at the table. You will obey me. You will please me. And I will take care of you better than anyone ever has. Do you accept that.

Tears shone in Khalil's eyes. He nodded.

- Words — Carlos said.

- I accept — Khalil said. - I want it. Please collar me.

Carlos stepped behind him and fastened the collar around Khalil's throat. The leather settled against his skin, snug and warm. Khalil's breath caught. He touched it with shaking fingers.

Carlos came back around and looked down at him. The collar changed something in the air. Khalil looked up with new eyes — claimed eyes.

- Stand up — Carlos said.

Khalil rose. Carlos walked a slow circle around him, trailing one hand across Khalil's shoulders, down his back, over his hip.

- Take your clothes off — Carlos said.

Khalil unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers and let it fall. He slid his jeans and underwear down and stepped out of them. He stood naked in the candlelight, the collar dark around his throat, his body slender and smooth, his cock already half-hard and curving up against his belly.

Carlos stepped close and ran his palm over Khalil's chest, feeling the quick hammer of his heart.

- Mine — Carlos said.

- Yours — Khalil said.

Carlos kissed him then, deep and claiming, his big hand cupping the back of Khalil's neck right over the collar. Khalil melted into it, whimpering into Carlos's mouth, ...