Boycunt Nation: Papa's Toy First Chapter Sneak Peek and Release Info

Hello hello, Boycunt Nation! Hope everyone has been doing well.

I know this newsletter is coming late. I was behind on writing Papa’s Toy, after finding out my half-brother passed. (We weren’t close, but it still affected me a bit.) Everything is getting done last minute, but it is getting done! All major edits have been done at the time I am writing this, with just a few small rewrites/changes needing to be done and my editor has to look over a sex scene. Then tomorrow it’ll get sent off to be formatted! New release date will be November 21st. (See, very last minute.)

This has been a good learning experience for me. I’m starting to see more of a routine that works for me and how it helps me be productive, while accommodating my brain’s need to do anything except what’s expected. New writing routine: wake up, game/do whatever for a couple hours, shower, write 1k~ words in early afternoon, have the rest of the day for whatever. I also know that getting any words down, even if I end up completely rewriting them later, helps a lot than staring at a blank page… so people are right about that. Haha.

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What started as instinct spirals into obsession.

Baz thought leaving home was the right thing to do. He had to keep his distance to protect his sharp-tongued, bright-eyed younger brother—because spending too much time with him awakened every filthy, possessive alpha instinct Baz swore he’d never act on.

One heat-filled phone call changes everything.

Altair never expected to present as an omega after his type-test came back inconclusive. Now his body is on fire, his heats unpredictable and all-consuming—and the only thing that eases the ache is his strong, dependable older brother’s rough voice, laced with desire, wicked in his ear, coaxing him to climax.

Lines are crossed. And once they give in, there’s no going back.

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Adrien Wilcox spent his childhood isolated in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest. His father, seemingly paranoid, kept him from living a typical life of friends and adventure. So when he is finally allowed to go off to college, he does not pass up a trip to New York City with some new college friends. A city he has always wanted to visit. Little does he know, there is someone waiting for him in the Big Apple. Someone who wants revenge on his father.

Papa's Toy is part of a Dark Transmasc Multi-Author Series, featuring incest and dark romance. Click here for a list of CWs/TWs and tropes.

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Release date: NOVEMBER 21ST

Chapter 1 CWs/TWs: noncon, transmasc PIV, use of the word clit, pussy, cunt in reference to transman parts

Papa’s Toy - Chapter 1 Sneak Peek

Adrien

A throbbing pain right behind his eyes greeted him the moment his mind swam out of sleep. The stuffiness that clogged his sinuses caused some awkward sniffs, and his body felt as if it was trying to vibrate out of existence. He wasn't sure if it was the drinks and weed from the night before or the lack of proper sleep that put him in his current predicament, but it was probably a combination of the two. 

Adrien laid there in total misery and bemoaned his choices for a short time before he felt brave enough to squint out at the world around him. Thankfully there was no bright light to stab him in the eyes. The clock next to the bed read 1:34PM. A bottle of water and Tylenol, along with his charging phone, waited for him. Adrien felt pleasure at the thoughtfulness his absent bed-partner showed.

Once he took the pain reliever, he turned his attention to the rest of the room. There was just enough light now for him to see how lavish everything was. The mahogany of the wardrobe and dresser matched the bed frame and nightstands, and the draperies were various shades of burgundy. The walls were busy, with paintings and random knickknack on shelves spread around the room. On the opposite wall were two ornate doors made of the same dark wood, one of which he knew led to the en-suite bathroom. The other door, which he came through yesterday, led to the rest of the penthouse.

Adrien thought of last night and how his friends had dragged him to a local queer club, having told him he had not truly lived until he had partied like a college student. The trip to New York City had been one of total debauchery; drugs, alcohol, and as many clubs as they could fit in a week's time. Adrien had been hard-pressed to say no, a desire to impress his friends took hold of his body, and before he knew it, he had agreed to go with them. They dressed him up in short shorts and a mesh top, though he clung to his pair of Converse and refused to wear anything else on his feet. One applied eyeliner, while another had brushed out his straight hair. Similarly garbed, his friends then dragged him from their hotel, and when he stood in line with others dressed even more dramatically—and with less—it made him feel slightly better about his apparel. At least temporarily.

He had never felt so awkward as when he was dragged out onto the dance floor, sandwiched between two of his friends who didn't hesitate to grind against him. After a drink or two, though, he finally settled into his skin and loosened up enough to grind back.
 
"Here!" one of his friends shouted from behind. Adrien turned toward them, something shaped like a USB pressed into his hand. It was a vape–one filled with cannabis, given the smell. He barely hesitated, having decided to fully embrace the night and try new things. It hit way quicker than he expected, and he found himself giddy as the world began its slow spin.

After a couple hours of dancing, he needed a break, and was guided to a table their group had claimed for themselves. A glass of water appeared before him, and he was left alone as they bounded back toward the dance floor. He clasped the water in his hands and gulped it down. Then, body relaxed, Adrien leaned back in his chair and watched the dance floor from beneath hooded lids. Time played with his senses, his mind slower but sharper. The world spun, the atmosphere warped his perception. The lights, the beat, the bodies that writhed, came together like a magical dance in front of him. Shapes spun in his periphery and coalesced into a tall figure that loomed over him. Slick shoes, slacks, Adrien’s attention caught on the hands that grasped the chair adjacent to him. A giant, gray, rose tattoo dotted the backs of each hand, and thorny vines twisted up along veiny forearms. Sleeves of a button up were rolled up to the elbows. Muscles strained under the fabric. A thick neck led to a handsome, older face, a lift to one corner of the lips declared the man's amusement as his brown eyes gazed down at Adrien's placid form. Dark hair shaved on the sides, the top was full and long, swept over on one side of his head. Grayish-white strands interspersed the hairstyle, and gave the man a hot and regal kind of look.
 
"Look at you, topolino, all alone.” The words were spoken in a deep, dark voice of husky tones.
 
Adrien focused back on the older man's face. "'m no' alone. There's man-y people." He was slurring, the weed made it feel hard to talk.
 
"There is indeed. I meant, you are all alone at this table. Did you come by yourself?"
 
"Noooo." His lips puckered out and drew out the sound, then he giggled to himself. Words were funny.
 
The shadow of the man moved and it took Adrien a moment to realize he had sat down, close enough that their knees touched. He extended a hand. "My name is Damien."
 
Another giggle escaped Adrien as he reached to shake it. "Our names sound the same!"
 
"Oh? And what is your name?"
 
“Adrien.”
 
"That is a lovely name." The fingers of his hand brushed against Adrien's wrist in a caress as he withdrew. "I hope you do not mind if I keep you company, topolino. This is not really my scene."
 
"Mine ne-neither!" He reached out to pat the knee against his and lowered his voice to a whisper, as if they were trying to hide. "You can stick with me."
 
Damien beamed at Adrien, which made his insides warm, his mind even fuzzier under the new attention.
 
Flustered and charmed, Adrien answered the man's questions about where he was from, what he was doing in New York City, his life, his goals. Throughout the conversation, the man gave Adrien light touches on the arm or shoulder, on the thigh. Even a couple gentle taps on his chin or lips. Heat flared inside, and when the man leaned in, Adrien followed his lead. That's how he got his first kiss. It was everything he had expected; soft, warm, and sensual.
 
When his friends caught sight of Damien, they rushed over, loudly introduced themselves and flirted. To Adrien's surprise, the man was not phased. He was polite, but kept his attention on Adrien. After another drink and fresh puffs of the cannabis vape, he found himself being led by the hand to a car that waited next to the curb outside the club.
 
The ride was spent with Damien's lips on his, Damien's hand down the front of his shorts, Damien’s fingers inside Adrien’s cunt where his thumb pressed against Adrien’s clit. He came once before they stopped in front of a penthouse. The sight of it outside the car window caused Adrien to pause and panic for a moment. Maybe he was out of his depth. But then Damien was there, distracting him with another kiss, and leading him down a hallway. Next thing he knew, he was underneath the older man, taken on a journey of pleasure and new things he had never experienced before. He had fallen asleep after coming who knows how many times.
 
Then they spent the night in all manner of positions, covered in sweat and come. He learned how Damien liked his cock sucked, how to squeeze his pussy just right along the length of it as it was buried inside. The first time he squirted, he was so embarrassed he hid underneath the covers. Damien had just laughed, wrestled him out, and made him squirt again. The older man had made him feel desired, cherished. He whispered lovely words while thrusting gently inside him. Words that made him shy, made him feel the need to hide and simultaneously draw closer. Attentive, the man never left him to feel as if the time spent between them was anything but special.
 
As much as he had enjoyed his time, tomorrow morning was his flight back home, and he needed to get back to his hotel room to prepare. He drew back the blanket, hopped out of the bed, and strolled naked to the bathroom where he jumped into the shower. After he washed himself, and chased another orgasm to visions of his time spent with the enigmatic and intriguing Damien, Adrien rinsed and shut the shower off. He grabbed a towel to dry himself with and walked back out into the main room.
 
Damien was there upon his return, towel wrapped around his hips-he must have used a second bathroom-with a phone in his hands. Adrien smiled. The night before, he had joked that Damien must not have a phone, whereas Adrien couldn’t avoid checking his phone every so often. He hadn't seen any electronic devices in the older man's hands, other than a remote to turn on the fireplace or turn down the lights.
 
Adrien sat on a bench at the foot of the bed and unwrapped the towel to let himself air dry. He tried not to let his thoughts sour at the knowledge he would be headed back to Washington, where his father waited. He had ignored every single call, every single text he received since he left the state. He didn't know if his father was even aware he had gone to the other side of the country. Adrien hadn't wanted to deal with a fight. He hadn't wanted to listen to his father demand his return.
 
Strict seemed too tame a word to describe Adrien's father, Alan, though that's what his new friends called him. Adrien felt suffocated under his father's presence. It had just been the two of them after his mother passed when he was a toddler. His father home-schooled him, which left very little time or opportunity to socialize. They only made rare trips into town, usually for Adrien's birthday, and only stayed out for a couple hours. Any children he played with usually came with their parents, who worked on the land Alan owned. Every single one of them were vetted before they were allowed onto the property. The friendships never lasted long; Alan would change workers every season.
 
As Adrien got older, he realized his father was paranoid. Security lights and cameras were set up all around, guns were within easy reach, guard dogs were set free to roam the land. As a child, Adrien hadn't been aware of an incident that would provoke such a response from his dad. Now as an adult, he suspected it was related to the family he had never met. The family his dad refused to talk about and would change the subject every time Adrien pushed. He learned long ago to leave it alone.
 
But he was tired of being made to follow his father's rules, of being told what to do and where to go. It had taken years to convince Alan to let him go to college, and even then he would only allow a school of his choice. Again, he had capitulated to his father's desires. He was just happy to get away from it all. Now that he was in a rebellious phase, he knew perfectly well that's what this trip to New York had been—a giant "fuck you, I'll do what I want." He had no regrets. Now that he was finally in control, he just wanted to live his life and enjoy every minute of it.
 
Movement in front of him pulled him from wandering thoughts. Damien stood before him now, the towel dangling from his left hand as he pulled it away from his body. Adrien felt himself heat as he stared at the other man's dick, watched as it hardened and rose up from between his legs.
 
"Your mind is keeping you busy, caro?”
 
"Uh, yeah..." Adrien licked his lips. "Just not ready to go home yet."
 
Damien lifted a foot to place it atop the bench, his knee bent and pressed close to Adrien's body. The move brought his dick closer to Adrien's face, close enough the tip brushed gently against his lips. It was the first time he had been so close to Damien's cock without a condom, and the intention to proceed without one was clear. "When do you leave?"
 
"Tomorrow morning at 7:45AM." After a brief pause in which Adrien debated if he should say something, he leaned forward, dipped his head down to run his tongue up the shaft of Damien's dick, licked up the pre that dripped. Their time together was running out, and he wanted to be reckless one last time. A hand fisted his hair, guided his mouth back to the tip. He suckled the head, pressed his tongue against the slit then slid underneath as Damien started to gently thrust along his palate. The forefinger not wrapped in his hair traced along his stretched lips, hooked the side of his mouth and pulled up. It ran along the top row of his teeth, then slipped between the rows. The second finger on his hand joined in, scissored.
 
Though he was uncertain, Adrien allowed himself to go along. He trusted him. As Adrien swept his tongue up against the fingers, drool pooled around the cock in his mouth.
 
"Alan must be anxious to get you back under his watch."
 
Adrien hummed in agreement, then froze. His body flushed hot to cold, and his heart started to race. He pulled back, releasing Damiano’s cock from his mouth.
 
"I never told you my father's name."
 
"No, you did not." Damien gave a smile before he stepped back, snatched Adrien up off the bench, and tossed him toward the bed. Adrien let out a shriek as he flew through the air. The towel he wore fell to the floor. It jarred his senses to land on the bed, not as soft as he expected, and before he could sort his thoughts out to scramble away, Damien was on top of him. They grappled, and Adrien tried to slip out from underneath the other man, tried to kick him. Damien blocked his kicks, used his whole body to shove himself between Adrien's legs. Adrien’s fingers turned to claws, but they were quickly swept up by a single, strong hand.
 
"Let me go!"
 
Damien pinned his hands above his head and pressed their chests together. He used his legs to maneuver Adrien and reached down between their bodies. Damien’s hand bumped against Adrien's inner thighs, his groin, then he felt the older man's cock nudge his hole before it plunged inside.
 
"No! Stop!" Adrien tried to yank his hands away, but he was unsuccessful. The man was much bigger and stronger. Damien didn't move while Adrien fought, didn't move until Adrien wore himself out. He panted, breaths harsh, and let his head fall back on the pillow.
 
"Oh, topolino, you feel so good around my cock. Like you were made for it." He chuckled then, a low, dark sound Adrien had never heard from him before. In real time, as Adrien watched, the older man's face changed. The smirk became sharper at the edges, and the light in his eyes disappeared.
 
The mask slipped away, and Adrien was left with a predator.
 
"You were, you know?" Damien pulled back until just the head of his cock was in Adrien's pussy. "Made for my cock." That slow glide in to the hilt, followed by a slow grind, set off sparklers inside Adrien. His pants turned to moans, and his body didn't even put up a token of resistance. It had spent hours underneath this man and knew what pleasures awaited. Adrien was torn between his mind and body. One screamed that something was wrong and he needed to get away, while the other thrummed in delight at the familiar touch. "You exist because I made the cock that made you, nipotino."

Hope you enjoyed that sneak peek!

Everyone be gentle with yourselves!

Torin Love