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  LEATHER PADDLES

  BRINA BRADY

  M/M/ Gay Romance

  Copyright Text by Brina Brady © 2019 All rights reserved.

  Cover Art by Ramona Lockwood, Romance Novel Covers

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  Editor: Tanja Ongkiehong

  Disclaimer: Any person depicted on the cover is a model used for illustrative purposes only.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE: This book contains spanking and graphic gay sex.

  BLURB:

  He’s had it with Doms. Never again…but maybe this one is different?

  Twenty-two-year-old Jesse finds himself abandoned by his abusive Dom after four years in an unhappy BDSM relationship. Devastated, he moves in with his best friend, Charlie, and his Dom. He attends college and works in the university library. He doesn’t have time nor plans to look for another Dom.

  Master Andrew, the owner of BDSM club Leather Paddles, lost his husband five years ago. Ever since, he plays with different subs and is perfectly happy to leave it with that. He doesn’t want another boy to call his own.

  Once Master Andrew meets Jesse, things click for both of them, but Jesse remains skittish about getting involved with anyone. However, Master Andrew comes up with a plan to rein Jesse in his playroom and his heart.

  Other people keep interfering, trying to separate the couple. Are Master Andrew and Jesse up to the challenge to move forward to their happily ever after?

  Leather Paddles is a stand-alone MM romance featuring an insecure boy and a strict but caring Master. It has BDSM elements and a guaranteed HEA.

  DEDICATION

  Thank you to all my awesome Beta Readers.

  Cj Lewis

  Debby Demedicis Elliott

  Anita Ford

  Doreen Frantz

  Ann Michan

  Rachel Richardson

  Elizabeth Levander

  Jean Paquin

  Ian Russell

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Jesse

  Jesse used his key to unlock the apartment door. Once he’d entered, he dropped his backpack and froze with fear. He opened his eyes wider in surprise and made sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. The living room furniture had vanished, every stitch of it. The bookshelves and pictures that used to line the room had metamorphosed into lonely snow-white walls. Perfectly straight, recently vacuumed lines decorated the gray carpet, but that was Jesse’s job. He faced the drawn custom blinds, which were normally open. He ran to the bright kitchen. The round table and chairs were gone, as was the leather paddle, which was always hooked to the wall. When he opened the refrigerator, nothing was inside; it had been stripped of everything. He rifled through every single cabinet; all of them were completely bare.

  Jesse’s adrenaline rush faded, but his hands trembled. There had to be a reasonable explanation for the disappearance of the furniture and food. There was no point getting upset before he had all the facts. He refused to allow his mind to think Master Sam had abandoned him. Maybe someone had broken in and taken all the furniture. And the food, too? Who steals food during a robbery? What other explanation could there be?

  Certainly, the thieves hadn’t taken the bed too? He made his way to the bedroom, and that too was empty except for five large boxes lined up against the wall. Inside the boxes were his electronics and military-neat folded clothes. Where would he go? Master Sam had rented this apartment in his name only, so he couldn’t stay here. He checked Master Sam’s office; it was bare, as if no one had ever inhabited it. He was certain he’d entered into the right apartment. The key had unlocked the door. Jesse sat on the carpet, with his back against the wall, arms around his drawn-up knees, contemplating his next move.

  He sucked in a shaky breath, feeling his throat constrict. Panic rose like bile in his body. He didn’t know what to do. He stared blankly ahead, fearing the terror looming before him. His palms grew clammy, and it was all he could do not to crack his knuckles, something Master Sam had forbidden. He was confused and hurt as to why Master Sam would leave him this way.

  Maybe Master Sam hadn’t left him, and he’d be back to pick him up soon. He hadn’t done anything to cause him to leave him behind. There was only one way to know for sure. His Dom would straighten out this mess for him because Jesse had no idea what the hell had happened while he was at the library doing his homework, or why. His fingers trembled as he tapped Master Sam’s number into his phone. His stomach knotted as nausea from the fear of the unknown attacked him.

  “This number is no longer available,” a recording of Master Sam’s deep Brooklyn accented voice blasted into his ears.

  “Damn it. He’s dumped me. Why?” Jesse shouted. Perspiration beaded on his forehead, and he realized the air conditioner wasn’t on. No wonder nausea had attacked him. He ran to the hall bathroom and dry heaved. Then he rinsed his mouth and face with cold water—thank god, the water is still running—and returned to the bedroom with the boxes. He had to mend this painful nightmare. He recreated in his mind the last time he’d seen his Dom. In the morning, he had given Master Sam a blow job. Jesse grabbed his cock through his jeans. Shit. Shit.

  Master Sam had left him wearing his cock cage without access to the key, which was always on a chain around his neck. Jesse panicked. How could he remove it? Slowly he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, then reached inside his briefs. Nervously, he pulled on the padlock, but it was an impossible task to remove the cock cage. He needed a wire cutter or something else to cut it off. Who the fuck did this to a sub? Who locked his dick and disappeared on him? What if he couldn’t get it off? There were no tools in the apartment. Master Sam had taken everything, including the fucking key, unless he’d left it in one of the boxes. Jesse pulled his jeans up and rummaged through the boxes. No key.

  He called his best friend, Charlie, who was always there in good and in bad times. They were both twenty-two years old, the same height and weight, and attended college together as seniors. The two were inseparable. Neither made any other friends, just casual acquaintances from the club.

  “What’s up, Jesse?” Charlie asked.

  Jesse mumbled incoherent words and choked on his sob. He had to get himself together. He needed Charlie here.

  “Hey. What’s wrong?”

  Jesse fisted his tears away, cleared his throat, and said, “I need you to come here.”

  “Are you home?” Charlie had fear in his voice.

  “Yes, but the apartment is empty. Everything’s gone, except my things, which are packed in boxes in the bedroom.” Jesse was finally able to verbalize his dire situation.

  “How can that be? That doesn’t make any sense. Did you
call him?” Charlie asked.

  “I can’t reach him. I got a recording that his phone number is no longer available. Please come over now,” Jesse begged.

  Jesse had thought Master Sam was planning to ask him to marry him on his birthday. How wrong he was. He must have been living in an alternate reality without realizing it. He hadn’t seen this coming and certainly not on his birthday. What did I do to deserve this?

  “Of course, I can. Can I bring anything for you?” Charlie’s voice was warm and comforting. Jesse felt better just talking to Charlie. He’d help him.

  “I can’t remove my cock cage.” Jesse inhaled deeply to center himself again. “He didn’t leave the key.”

  “What the fuck is wrong with that mobster?” Charlie always resorted to calling Master Sam a mobster when he didn’t treat Jesse with love and respect. He’d known that was coming.

  “He’s not a mobster. He’s the man I loved, but he’s broken me into tiny pieces. I don’t think I’m going to get over him.” Jesse walked to the kitchen sink and ran the cold water, splashing his warm face.

  “Please remember that I’m always here for you and so is Master Jake.”

  “That’s why I called you,” Jesse said.

  “We’ll be right over.”

  “Thanks.” Jesse’s voice cracked.

  Jesse walked further through the apartment, checking every room. In the master bathroom, he found his studded black leather collar on the toilet seat, cut into pieces. With great care and reverence, he picked up all the pieces, tearing up again. He remembered how blissful he’d been when Master Sam collared him four years ago. That evening, after his collaring ceremony at Leather Paddles, Master Sam had moved Jesse from the homeless shelter to this apartment. What had he done to deserve this? What have I done wrong? The thoughts kept popping into his mind.

  In contrast to other Doms, Master Sam demanded total submission, perfection, and obedience. Jesse had tried to please his Dom in every possible way. Over the last couple of months, he’d begun chaining Jesse to the foot of the bed frame, forcing him to sleep on the floor at night. Master Sam insisted Jesse had gotten too skinny and looked like a war refugee, which made him unworthy to sleep in his master’s bed. Jesse hadn’t lost any weight, so this didn’t make much sense, but he had obeyed to please him. Any dimwit would have read that behavior as a red flag, but not foolish Jesse, blinded by his love and service to his Dom. He was a fucking fool. Time to wake up, Jesse.

  The front door closed as he finished rinsing his face in the bathroom again. He had forgotten to close it when he entered. Was Master Sam coming for him? He raced to the living room with high hopes this was all one big mistake and Master Sam was finally picking him up. Maybe he’d wanted to surprise him with a new home and already packed up all the furniture and his clothes. But it wasn’t his Dom standing in the middle of the living room, and his stomach turned upside down with disappointment. He must have forgotten to close the door when he entered the apartment.

  Master Jake stood at six foot two inches tall, around four inches taller than Charlie and Jesse. The ruddy-skinned man ran his fingers through his ginger hair, then folded his arms across his muscular chest. His rugged features were drawn into a troubled frown as he surveyed the empty room. Behind him stood Charlie, his best friend. Some people said he and Charlie looked like brothers, even though Jesse had blond hair and dark blue eyes, whereas Charlie’s hair and eyes were brown.

  Charlie rushed to Jesse and hugged him. “Hey, don’t worry. We’ve gotten through worse than this, and we can do it again.”

  Charlie was right. Jesse loved Charlie like a brother. If it weren’t for him, Jesse would have no one. They’d met at one of the group homes they’d live at together. They’d only had each other while working through the horrors and humiliation of their childhood. As long as they stuck together, they could figure things out.

  “This isn’t right on any level,” Master Jake said in a firm voice. “You’re not staying here alone. You’re coming with us to our home.” He turned to Charlie and ordered, “You know where the bedroom is. Carry his boxes out of here while I remove his cock cage.”

  Without delay or hesitation, Charlie rushed to the bedroom and carried the boxes out, one at a time.

  “Listen to me, Jesse,” Master Jake said. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on Sam. No real Master would do this to his obedient and loving sub.”

  “He cut my collar up into pieces.” Jesse fought back the burning tears, and his lower lip trembled. His eyes were probably bloodshot, and the tears were blurring his vision. He took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. It would be more difficult for his mind to be in panic when his body was relaxed.

  “I’m sorry.” Master Jake’s sensitive gray eyes met Jesse’s. “I know you cared about him, but he wasn’t the right Dom for you or anyone.”

  “I love him, and I thought he loved me. I mean, he said he did. I don’t understand why he’s treating me like a cum dumpster.”

  Jesse’s mind went around in circles, engulfed with negative thoughts. Master Sam had ripped his heart out and left him bleeding for everyone to see. Misery descended upon him, and he couldn’t see the end of the gloomy tunnel. A terrible weight fell onto his shoulders as though a giant cement truck had run over him and he couldn’t straighten out.

  Master Jake pulled Jesse into his arms, nice and tight, and didn’t let go for a long time. Being in his arms felt familiar to Jesse, bringing back so many memories of Master Sam. He rested his head on Master Jake’s shoulder and closed his eyes, allowing all noise in his head to stop.

  When Charlie came back, Master Jake released Jesse. “I don’t know his reason for leaving you like this. It’s not fair to you at all, but don’t make what he’s done be about you. Next time, when you’re ready, I’ll vet your next Dom. I’ll make sure you find one who deserves you, but until then, you’ll stay with us.”

  Thank you, Sir. I’m grateful I won’t have to return to the homeless shelter. I’ve saved some money from my job at the university library, but I’ve set it aside for my graduate program and haven’t got much more for anything else. Master Sam paid for everything.” At least, Sam had paid for his tuition until the end of the year. Today that all ended.

  “Pull your jeans and briefs down so I can remove the cage.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jesse dropped his jeans and briefs to his ankles. He wasn’t embarrassed. Master Jake had seen him naked at the club often enough. Again, he wondered why Master Sam hadn’t left the key. Did he think Jesse should wear this cock cage forever? Jesse’s hurt changed to anger, even though the pain was still deep inside him.

  Master Jake had brought a wire cutter and severed the lock from the cage. “Remove it and throw it into the trash.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jesse carefully removed the cock cage without touching himself. His cock sprung into an erection in front of Master Jake. Jesse felt awkward. He hadn’t really any sexual desire for Master Jake compared to when he was aroused for his Dom. Basically, it was just blood flowing down, making sure everything was right. But still, he didn’t want his stupid dick to stand up under these circumstances. Damn it. Not now.

  “How long have you been wearing that thing?” Master Jake stroked his trimmed ginger beard.

  “One week, Sir.” Jesse lowered his eyes in shame. It was bad enough his Dom had abandoned him, but no one wore a cock cage unless they’d failed their Dom. His behavior hadn’t been acceptable to Master Sam. He didn’t want to explain why he’d been wearing it in the first place that his physical image hadn’t pleased his Dom.

  “Don’t worry about your hard-on. It’s natural. That bastard shouldn’t have locked your dick up for a week. I wish I had known. We’re going to have a long talk about safety in a BDSM relationship when you’re up to it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jesse struggled with pulling up his jeans and briefs, but he managed to zip up. The bulge in his jeans was noticeable, but he had other things to worry about at the mome
nt.

  “Where’s your collar? You said he cut it up?” Master Jake asked.

  “In the master bathroom, Sir.”

  Master Jake shook his head in disbelief, as if Master Sam had committed a mortal sin. Master Jake had never liked Master Sam, but they’d tolerated each other at the club and the times the four of them met for dinner. Jesse believed Master Jake only stomached Master Sam for the sake of Charlie and himself. He knew they were close and liked to do activities together.

  “I’ve never seen any Dom cut up his sub’s collar before. Can I take this?”

  “Yes, Sir. I can’t wear it. Besides, I’m not a sub anymore.”

  “You’re a sub, just not Sam’s sub. And you’re a damn good one. Any Dom worth his salt would be proud to have you. He didn’t deserve you. I know it hurts right now, but we’re here to get you through this.”

  Charlie rode Jesse’s motorcycle to their home while Jesse drove with Master Jake in his big truck. Once they were inside Master Jake’s home, they led Jesse to the spare room. Charlie unpacked his boxes and put his clothes away. He set up a charging station and plugged in all his electronics. Jesse lay on the bed, rubbing tears from his eyes. He was drained and didn’t have the energy to help. Master Jake had told him to get to bed and rest. He wouldn’t argue with the master of the house.

  “Thanks for helping me out. I’ll pay rent and board. I’m sorry to ruin things for you and Master Jake.”

  “You don’t have to pay anything, Jesse. You’re family and our favorite guest, so it’s no bother,” Master Jake said as he entered the bedroom.

  “Thank you, Sir. I don’t know what else to say.”

  “We’ll see each other every day now.” Charlie sat on the bed beside Jesse.

  “You boys relax while I go to the club. I need to take care of some business. I’ll bring home dinner. Charlie can keep you company. That means neither of you will leave this house.”

  “Yes, Sir,” they chimed together.