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Pyromancer [MultiFormat]
eBook by Amanda Young
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Christian Ryder is rich and lonely. He just can't risk hurting someone he cares about with his pyromancy. But one desperate night with a rent boy hot enough to scorch the sheets, and Christian is doomed to burn for love. [Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices (anal/oral sex), violence.]
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2008
97 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [186 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [196 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [150 KB]
, Portable Document Format (PDF) [790 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [169 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [279 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [204 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [391 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [237 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [140 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [174 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [227 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [230 KB]
Words: 52989
Reading time: 151-211 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781596325890
 
Christian Ryder sat in the dark, slowly stroking his fist up and down the length of his swollen cock. His gaze was locked on the flickering television screen, where two men were in the final throes of orgasm. The brunet top--his body heavily laden with muscle--gripped his thick prick around the base and took aim, spraying cum all over the younger blond man's upturned face. It was a hot scene, one that never failed to get him off. Until tonight. As the ending movie credits began to roll across the screen, Christian exhaled a disgusted huff and released his semihard shaft. He reached for the remote control lying next to him on the bed and hit stop on the DVD player. Turning off the TV, he plunged his bedroom into darkness. His frustration mounted as the hollow sound of his pulse pounded in his ears. It'd been over six months since he'd gotten laid. The last time he'd taken a chance and risked being with someone else, it hadn't gone so well--a fucking disaster, really. The end result had tested his rigid self-control almost past the limits of his endurance. The guy he'd picked up and brought home had taken offense at being asked to leave right after they'd screwed, and had thrown a temper tantrum. Not something he'd expected from a six-feet-tall body builder who'd claimed he was only interested in a good time. By the time Christian forcibly removed the man from the property, his body temperature had been dangerously high and his head was spinning. After that close call, he'd decided it was too dangerous to indulge in one night stands, which left him with few options other than his own left hand. Especially since he already had a self-imposed rule against developing anything long-term or risking the emotional attachment that came with it. Mixing emotions and sex fucked with even the most normal person's head. For the people around him, it could mean much more than a broken heart--it could be deadly. Security lights from outside filtered through the miniblinds covering his bedroom window in sporadic spurts of light, briefly illuminating his damp and sweaty body lying atop tangled, white cotton sheets. He kicked at them, unraveling himself. Irritated, Christian sat up. He leaned back against the cool brass headboard and flipped on the bedside lamp. His gaze flittered down to the big, red numbers on his alarm clock. Almost midnight. Restless and exasperated, he picked up yesterday's newspaper off the side table and spread it out over his lap. Since jerking off wasn't going to work for him, maybe he could bore himself to death by reading the paper. It was worth a shot. Losing sleep made control over his curse temperamental. Page by page, Christian skimmed over the paper until he reached the personal ads. Those babies were like the funny pages to him. Why someone would put an ad in the newspaper, hoping for a good outcome, was beyond his comprehension. Only the fugly and desperate sunk to that level. He read over a few ads, laughing, until a small square down on the bottom, right-hand corner caught his eye. It was an advert for an escort agency. One that claimed to cater to men of his persuasion: gay men looking for nothing more than a hot body to warm their lonely beds. The agency, Male Companions, promised anonymity and, more importantly, clean bills of health for all their available staff. He never fucked anyone without a rubber, so it was a bit of a moot point, but the words comforted him somehow. Before Christian realized his intent, the cordless phone was in his hand, his fingers tapping out the number. A feminized male voice answered, saying, "Thank you for calling Male Companions. Nigel speaking. How may I help you?" Christian opened his mouth to speak and froze. What the hell was he doing? He didn't want to pay for sex; doing so went against every moral he had. He clicked the off button, hanging up. He exhaled, relieved he'd come to his senses before doing something he knew he would later regret. His gaze wandered over his bedroom, hovering on the fifty-two-inch plasma TV, the only other thing in there besides his bed and nightstand. Not a single picture or piece of artwork marred the clean lines of the bare, white walls. Whereas the stark sterility of his room usually appeared simple and clean, it now felt barren and depressing, not unlike his personal life. His hands shook as he picked up the phone and redialed the number.
* * * *Tanner O'Bannon sat slumped over his kitchen table, trying to balance his checkbook. Money was tight, his balance down to just above two bucks, but at least he wasn't in the negative anymore. He couldn't afford the outrageous overdraft fees the bank charged. The last two charges had forced him to eat ramen noodles for a month. If he never saw another pasta dish in his life, it would be too soon. Tanner's eyes blurred as he ran through the figures once last time before flipping the checkbook closed. He folded his arms and laid his head on the cool surface of the mahogany table. He was exhausted, but needed to stay awake for just a little longer. On call for work until three a.m., he couldn't afford to fall asleep or miss a single phone call. He needed the money too badly to risk losing his job, even if it was one he was ashamed of. Necessity overruled pride. With heavy-lidded eyes, Tanner jerked his head up and shook it, trying to force himself to stay alert. He rose to his feet, walked over to the sink, and splashed icy water on his cheeks. As he mopped his face with a clean dishtowel, the phone rang. Only one person would be calling this late. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad. On the one hand, it meant money; on the other, degradation. His father would be rolling over in his grave if he knew what his only son was doing to pay the debts he'd left behind. Tanner crossed the room and picked up the phone. He listened for a moment then set it back in the cradle before jogging up the stairs. Upstairs, he hopped into the shower and quickly scrubbed himself from head to toe with citrus-scented body wash. He stepped out and yanked a dry towel off the rack, briskly rubbing it over his hair and skin while he fumbled through a drawer under the sink for lube and a butt plug. He squeezed a dollop of lube into his hand and ran it over the plug, liberally coating its short length. He reached behind to swipe the remaining moisture through the crease of his ass. The toy in his right hand, he leaned over the toilet and braced his left hand on the back of the commode. He spread his legs shoulder width apart and took a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles as he pressed the blunt rubber tip against his asshole. Due at the motel in thirty minutes, there was no time for finesse. He exhaled and shoved it home, wincing at the sharp burn of his anal ring stretching around the plug. The things you have to do to make a buck, Tanner thought, as he grabbed the washcloth he'd used in the shower and wiped off the excess lube around the wide base of the plug. He dropped it in the sink and headed into his bedroom to dress. It was time to go to work.
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