Shambhala

[Warnings for spanking, candle wax, bondage, and rough sex.]


The merger had finally gone through, and while victory was sweet, the entire ugly process had quite tried Harry’s patience. He had thus fled to Shambhala for some much deserved recreation. A fine meal and a massage later, he was in the mood to play. Adam’s name was near the top, thanks to the alphabet, and never having seen his face in the catalog before, Harry decided he must have him. He requested the boy’s services while perusing the dessert menu. Ah, the raspberry chocolate souffle sounded delicious!

( I regret to inform you that I am what is charitably referred to as a pervert. )