QSFer Bastian Voss has a new MM BDSM sci-fi book out: Heaven Will Submit.
In Neo-Victorian London, sub Justin finds his perfect alpha dom, Alec. But when a real heaven is created, the country fractures. First vs Third. Loyalty vs betrayal. Dom vs Sub.
In this world of excess, riot and lust, where dominance is the ultimate prize, Alec may yet kneel before his perfect sub. For Justin is not powerless.
Heaven Will Submit is hardcore, politically argumentative, sexually uncomfortable in places, morally messy and difficult to categorise. It explores explicit BDSM, coercive and ambiguous consent, and pushes sexual boundaries. It contains violence and threats of violence. And some readers will dislike parts of it intensely.
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Excerpt
The lovely feeling of arousal at his groin made Justin pause. He went to rearrange his thickening dick, slipping his fingers down his pants, when he remembered where he was. On a street, about to enter First Class London. It was recalling the master’s instructions that had done it.
“On entering, strip and leave your clothes and tek at the door.
Put the hood on.
Lock yourself in the cuffs with hands behind your back.
Wait.”
He had never been invited into a First Class area, and he’d never followed through with meeting a master. This combined stimulation wasn’t quite enough to undo the knots in his tummy. He walked forward.
Justin had flirted with the idea of being a sub in numerous scenarios. He’d chatted to many masters digitally. But this was the first time he’d left his bedroom and gone to meet one in person. The reality of it was more … surreal.
It was a glorious autumn day. The kind that showcased London’s leafy streets at their best. Late-year sun slanted through the chestnut leaves, dappling the pristine marble slabs that were the hallmark of a First Class pavement.
In a few moments, he’d be entering a stranger’s flat. And then, after taking his clothes off, he’d kneel, hooded, with hands cuffed behind his back and wait.
It was the wait that was turning him on.
What did the man—his would-be master—have in mind? What would he do to a young, unbroken lad like Justin?
His semi had become a full hard-on, making the crotch area of his jeans bulge. Walking didn’t help because that caused friction, adding physical stimulus.
As he neared the street where the master lived, he slowed almost to a stop. Now, a few other feelings stirred. Would he be good enough? Would the master appreciate him? What if he turned up and the master was so turned off that Justin had to dash out, clothes and shoes tumbling from his arms in shame?!
That’s when Justin’s tek helped him out.
“Just, it’s okay to be nervous,” the voice of his personal drone said. “Just enjoy it.”
Justin knew the drone must have detected faster heart rate, blood pressure, and any other physical things that indicated he was in an ‘elevated or heightened emotional state’.
“Thanks,” he replied.
The drone hovered silently by his right shoulder. Of course, he’d have to leave that by the door with his pile of clothes. No tek. If the first thing the master saw wasn’t Justin kneeling naked, hands cuffed behind his back, then it’d be over before it had started.
The last few metres were done. He was at the main entrance.
“I’ll still be monitoring your vitals, Just,” the drone said. “From the doorway. I’ll keep you safe.”
Justin felt a shot of gratitude. How lovely to have something care only for your safety. Then he put all that out his mind. He was here to serve and make a good impression.
He entered the code he’d been given and the double-height double doors to the apartment block opened.
Walking briskly through the welcome lobby, he made his way to the elevator and took it to the penthouse deck.
The lift opened to the private hallway where the entrance door was indeed ajar.
Justin paused one last time, then told his personal drone to ‘wait here’.
He walked into the apartment and closed the front door behind him.
#
He had been waiting a while. Kneeling in just his pristine tight underpants, his hard-on had faded. It had peaked when he’d first got onto his knees, but after a time, nerves overcame anticipation. Now he was a little cold, and a little frustrated. Where was he?
At last, a side door opened.
Justin sensed the air move, then a man approach.
Would he be pleased? Would he be happy with his new sub? What if he wasn’t?
The master stopped, and Justin felt his presence over him.
“Good boy.”
There was a wonderful faint odour of armpits and tobacco.
“Stand up, boy,” the master said.
With his hands secured in the cuffs as they were, Justin lurched as he obeyed.
“Turn around.”
Justin did as he was told.
“What are you thinking?”
His heart was fast. His skin was clammy. He wasn’t thinking anything much. Just please like me. Don’t be disappointed in my body.
“You’re a good boy. You keep yourself fit and healthy for your master. I like that.”
Justin almost exhaled in relief.
“But a slave should always be naked for their master. We can see to that now. Don’t move.”
Justin stayed still as the master pulled at the waistband of the underwear. Then, with a few snips, they were cut off.
Justin’s cock sprang up.
Suddenly, his cuffs were removed and the hood taken off.
The master stood before him, smiling with beautiful grey-dashed stubble and a set of hazel eyes an ancient woodland would be proud of.
“Thank you for trusting me,” the master said.
Justin couldn’t help but beam.
“I’d like to tie you up, if you agree?”
“Yes, Master,” Justin replied, hoping the word meant he knew what he was doing.
The master shook his head. “That’s earned and comes later. For now, just call me Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Lie down on your chest and clasp your ankles with your hands.”
Over the next few minutes, in silence, Justin was tied. The sound of rope wrapping and binding him was all to be heard. By the end, Justin’s wrists were secured tight to his ankles, and a long cord grazed his butt crack, running up his spine and ending around his neck.
Immobile, at Sir’s mercy and with his butt cheeks exposed, Justin waited.
“You look good.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Justin replied.
“I’d like to gag you now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Author Bio
Bastian lives in the darklands of Berlin. Nowadays, he likes to dominate younger subs, giving them exactly what they want. He should know. In his youth he was a very beautiful sub himself. He is obsessed with power, particularly among men with their endlessly fascinating egos. He wants to know whether anyone can truly be equal when they’re penetrated by another, and whether love is ever enough to truly conquer all.
His next book will be set in neo-imperial Russia, as he is convinced he has Romanov blood within.