Aleque
never thought he’d resort to using an online service for dates, but finding a
man who would accept his kink wasn’t easy.
The
fetish sites were interesting, but unsatisfying. A substitute for
something—someone—he wanted desperately to find. A man that would care for him
the way he was.
Being
an extreme masochist tended to scare men away, most thinking he needed a
psychiatrist more than a lover. Aleque had been there, done that. He wasn’t
sick, wasn’t mentally ill. He just got off on pain. His fetish was never to the
point of endangering his life. He wasn’t suicidal in any way. So how do you
explain that to someone?
And,
more importantly, how do you find a man who would accept that part of him?
*~*~*~*~*
Kye
wasn’t sure about the date he’d arranged off a dating service, but his sister
had insisted he needed to get laid. Kye hated that she was right. He’d been
without for a long time. But she didn’t know just what Kye was looking for.
He
wasn’t a dom in the normal sense of the word. Dominant, certainly, but it
wasn’t the control he was after. What really aroused him, his sister would
never understand. No one would, which was why Kye kept that part of himself
private.
Meeting
Aleque was a dream come true, or so he thought. But even he, as into inflicting
pain as he was, struggled with what Aleque craved. Could he be the man that
Aleque needed to satisfy his desire for pain?
Could
he live with what he did to make Aleque happy?
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