Ravager

  S.B. Hazel

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2024 by S.B. Hazel

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

  First paperback edition: October 2024

  ISBN: 9798341106543

  Cover image from Freepik.

  sbhazelauthor@gmail.com

  Contents

  A note from the author,

  1. One

  2. Two

  3. Three

  4. Four

  5. Five

  6. Six

  Afterword

  Also by

  About the author

  Playlist

  A note from the author,

  Hi!

  Thanks for being here! Ravager is book three in the Twisted Bonds series, but while it will help give some deeper meaning to what happens in this novella, it's not necessary to have read the first two books to enjoy it just as much.

  I've listed the triggers and content warnings below, so feel free to read as much or as little as you want – as always, your mental health is top priority!

  The contents of this book are for entertainment purposes only and are not intended to be used as an educational material or guide. This book is not intended as a substitute for consulting experienced kink educators and or BDSM educators, the depiction of these actions therein are unsafe and NOT an example of realistic BDSM. This book contains intense fictional scenes of hard kink and depictions of graphic sex. The contents of this book are intended for an adult audience. This book contains fictional deceptions of a sex club and should not be used as a guide on what to expect and or how an actual sex club operates. Continuing to read this book implies full understanding and acknowledgement of this disclaimer. For those who do wish to continue reading please remember this is a work of fiction and I do NOT condone any actions practiced in this book without proper education, consent and safety in real life.

  This book contains portrayal and exploration of: dub con, anal play, coercion, spitting, prey/predator, throat fucking.

  Triggers: Abuse of power, coercion, decisions made in an incoherent state of mind, dub con, inaccurate aftercare procedure, hidden identity (best friends stepson) If any of that makes you uncomfortable, or you think you may not enjoy it, please do skip! Feel free to email me at sbhazelauthor@gmail.com if you'd like any more information.

  Happy reading!

  S.B.

  One

  Cole

  Ah.

  Fucking hell. The sight of him. Someone had chosen to summon the fucking gods when they put him in a damned angel costume for Halloween.

  Up on that stage, his delicate hands circling the pole as his body moved and all that white taffeta shit fluttered around his hips, hinting at the jock strap he wore underneath? Someone needed to pay for that.

  Avery.

  The man of my obsession since I first laid eyes on him over four years ago. After the shit show that occurred with his best friend Zelda and my asshole father, he’d never liked me. Actively despised me, if anything. And I pushed him. The image of him all irritated and flustered drove me wild, and even when I saw I was taking it too far, stopping was an impossibility.

  Him, in all his brightness, threw my gray life into color.

  And I didn’t understand why. I detested him for it. Then loved him. Craved him. Anger crawled up my painted throat as I watched other men and women ache for him, too. This man, this beautiful being, shaking his round ass to the world, biting his delicious lip as he twisted to the beat of the music and soaked in every whoop and cheer… he belonged to no one else. That concept was inconceivable to me.

  I was going to kill Zelda for allowing this.

  She’d told me about the special holiday night the club was running, the place she owned and ran with my father, a Halloween auction, selling off their workers for a no-touching private spooky lap dance and a fucking chase in a maze. I’d laughed, thinking it sounded stupid as shit, but when I heard Avery was going to be one of the auctioned bodies, every bit of humor left me. I would claw off my face before I let anyone else hunt him down through a goddamn maze and have their way with him.

  He gave lap dances to paying clients, I knew that, he stripped off almost nightly for perverts and assholes to jerk off over. Yeah, that I was aware of and didn’t like. But accepted it was his way of making money, of surviving. But letting someone else win him, when it could be me?

  Fuck. That.

  So, with a skip in my damn step, I snuck into the back of the club using the key I’d stolen from my dad’s house last night during our weekly family dinners. Family. Me and my twin, dad and his girlfriend Zelda, the same age as us, their young son and her best friends, Avery and Seren. What a fucking family. A twisted up mess, but the food was good, and my kid brother was incredible, a mix of all those who’d raised him. Even Avery, who gave him a playfulness that endlessly annoyed his parents. I loved that kid something fierce. So I went to family dinners. Gritted my teeth so I didn’t steal Avery from the table and fuck him into whichever wall we reached first. So I didn’t lose my temper at my father for doing a better job with his new family, his girlfriend half the age of his ex-wife. Jesse, my twin, didn’t care, so why should I?

  Zelda and Dad had banned me from this club. I caused too much mischief, apparently. But Halloween lets you get away with a lot.

  My kid brother’s face paints, a little creativity, and I was a fucking ghost skull, or a skeleton, or whatever. It was enough. I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror, so with added shadow and alcohol, I had the freedom to roam. To win.

  And my hand flew up to claim Avery, bidding with money that should still be tucked in a safe in Dad’s office. I wasn’t stealing. I was giving it straight back. It would do a nice circle right into the fucker’s pocket where it belonged.

  I’d stolen it only an hour ago, striding down the back hall until I reached his office. Not the main one where he dealt with clients and customers, but the one kept hidden away in the farthest corner of the vast building he’d purpose built. Where he stored his valuables and fucked his woman. I’d riffled through his drawers, because of course I had, and found too many things that should scar a regular son. But he’d made sure to scar me deep enough already, so I just laughed and slammed the drawers shut before grabbing the cash.

  None of my business why they needed lube and extravagant sex toys at work. Didn’t want to discover who those nipple clamps were for.

  And their penchant for masked events meant I was free to come in and fuck about as much as I liked, or at least I could have, until Avery got me banned with all that talk of causing mischief. Something about doing it under daddy’s nose made it worth the sneaking around though, and I was relishing the anonymity.

  Five more minutes of bidding. With Avery egging everyone on, twirling across that wide stage, using every inch of it to his advantage as he strutted and grinned, showing off his body in that lacy white lingerie and fluffy wings protruding from his shoulder blades.

  He was mine. Whoops and cheers sounded when he celebrated being won, even if he didn’t know by who yet, by climbing the pole and twisting himself back down, holding me captive with the way his thigh muscles bunched and moved, at how the grin spread his thick lips wide across his face, glossy and pink.

  The place was packed, full of costumes, a mix of creepy and sexy, well-crafted and lazy, creating a delicious chaos, the kind that my father reigned over with glee. Zelda lived for the mayhem of it, and she’d nailed it tonight. The crush of bodies built as the MC spoke again about what I’d won, everyone growing rowdier and seemingly drunker. The run through the maze, the dance—it set something off in people.

  Anticipation boiling in my gut, I stepped back further into the shadows to deal with the mundane part. I saw Avery looking out over the crowd, trying to spot who’d earned his company for the night. He scrunched up that gorgeous nose of his, his hand over his eyes to squint and gaze through the mass of bodies. But he’d never see me. He didn’t want me. He made it abundantly clear that he hated me. But. I. Just. Couldn’t. Stop.

  I wasn’t allowed here anymore because Avery had complained to Zelda, his bestie, that I was harassing him. She has instructed me to quit it one too many times, until eventually the bouncers knew to watch for my face. And when we were at family dinners, because Zelda was my kind of step mother and Avery was her best friend and had helped raise my baby brother for the first few years, he refused to look at me. Or be alone with me. Zelda told me once I freaked him out, that I was too intense with him. I just couldn’t tear myself away.

  A worker, one I didn’t care to recognize, shoved a contract under my nose and watched me sign it, and I handed over the stolen cash with a smirk. Even if I had to pay for Avery’s company now, I would take it. Touching him was a necessity at this point. The thought of making him shiver and whimper, feeling those lips on me, watching what they did when he came.

  The worker scoffed, not looking at the contract or the fake name, and scribbled a time for the maze on my hand. I looked down at it as she wondered away, thirty minutes until I would chase him. Catch him.

  The need to make him mine overtook everything else.

  Thirty minutes.

  Two

  Avery

  “Do you really think you need more glitter?” Charlie, one of my fellow dancers, asked, scrunching up her nose and tilting her head when I smeared another layer of shimmer over my stomach.

  “Duh,” I replied, turning as I looked in the mirror, looking at how it make my skin shine. We were running through a maze under flashing lights and shadows. I wanted to be easy to spot. Not to capture, but to catch glimpses of darting under the light show. “You could use a little more,” I said, glancing up at her frowning face. She had pulled her fire engine red hair into pigtails, and she had fake blood pouring from her mouth, down to her tits. Didn’t know what the fuck she’d dressed herself up as, but more glitter wouldn’t hurt.

  She whacked me on the arm and laughed when I chased her with the glitter bottle. Shit, I was pent up, ready to go. Being won in an auction just sounded so damn sexy. I was glad to be dolled up and squeaky clean already. Just a layer of sweat from dancing under those lights, masked with rubbed on shimmer and a spray of perfume.

  “Did you spot who won you?” Charlie asked. She’d been through the maze and completed her private dance already. She had a show on stage later, second to last, before Zelda finished the night, so she was hanging out, harassing her co-workers when they were just trying to get in the right damn headspace.

  I shook my head. It’d been too dark, but they’d been persistent, bidding within a moment each time someone else did. It got my blood pumping. I was ready to start, to run and flee, to put on a good fucking show for them.

  Zelda promised me it would be fun, easy, not any touching, just the idea of it. Get chased, she said, then dance. Show off the goods. Make some money. Go home.

  But I didn’t want to be untouched. The thought of being hunted had me wild. And though I hadn’t been able to see the person who’d won me, it was easy to conjure up an image. Dark hair, intense eyes, thick arms and long legs… yes, please. All eager to grab me and fuck me? Even a strip club dressing room was inappropriate for where my mind had started drifting.

  Charlie opened her mouth to spout whatever nonsense when the door behind us swung open with a thunk. We both turned to look at our intruder, smiling, when we saw the owner, my best friend, leaning in.

  “Almost your go,” Zelda said, sticking her head into the changing room without knocking or preamble. I’d witnessed the woman give birth, though, and she’d seen me naked more times than I could count when we trained together, so I just turned and gave her a smile. “You ready?” she asked, eyeing me up and down, her eyes jumping to Charlie for a second.

  “Oh, more than,” I said with a grin, turning and giving her the full look. I’d had to slip off the angel wings to accommodate the narrow maze we’d built, but that didn’t matter.

  Zelda, me and some other staff had spent the weekend before building the maze. She was brimming with inspiration as we stabbed plastic nails through dildos and spray painted them silver. Yapping away as we utilized fetish furniture and skeletons to create creepy displays. Woman was too excited, if you asked me.

  The maze was confusing on purpose, but we’d build in little hints for the staff, reminders of directions so we’d be able to get out safe and fast, run to our destination and leave our client to navigate it while we set up at the end. The excitement stemmed from the chase. They weren’t supposed to actually catch us in there.

  We only had a small window of time, after all.

  We left Charlie to a game on her phone, kicking her feet up and nesting in the chair. Zelda walked with me to the start of the maze, her marionette costume looking a little worse for wear after hours at work. Painted black lines on her face smudged, and rips in her tights showed both reddened knees.

  “Any news on what the winner looks like?” I asked my friend as we navigated the halls, more curious than anything to learn more. I didn’t even know the gender of the person who’d fought for little angelic me.

  Zelda shrugged, the strings dangling from her body flapping. “Male, tall, face painted up in this sexy as fuck skeleton vibe…”

  I laughed at her audacity. Her man loomed around here somewhere, and he was a jealous fucker.

  “You’ll have a great time,” she finished, gesturing for me to enter the maze through the staff entrance. I needed to be seen by him, then run for my life so he didn’t catch me. It was all timed, planned, practiced, but even so, tension and anticipation heated my blood.

  This was going to be fun.

  Less than a minute after I got myself situated in the prearranged starting position - perfectly framed so I’d be spotted right away, a beast stepped into the maze. The white on his painted face caught the lights as he glanced around, taking in his surroundings with slow turns of his head. He looked relaxed, his hands in his pockets, no hint of surprise in his body language as he took in the crazy maze. The shadows were so intense, flashing and blinding, it was impossible to see much of him.

  When his piercing eyes landed on me through the strobing, I shivered. He wore contact lenses, he must, because all I saw was black. His mouth turned up with a sly grin, and for a moment, my focus locked solely on him. Lost to him. Forgot to move…

  My heart pounded in my throat, in time with the thickening of my cock. Even from here, across an expanse of cheesy decorations and outlandish props, lust bubbled between us. Fuck. My legs stuck like lead and my lips fell open as I fought to calm my pulse.

  What was it about him? This almost invisible man in the shadows, save for the white flashes painted on his face and the whites of his teeth as he grinned. Standing still as heavy metal pounded and lights dimmed and flickered.

  It was only when he jerked, as if to lunge for me, that I woke from my stupor and turned on my heel. My legs moved away while my brain stayed stuck on him. He oozed something, a fierceness that even the artificial shadows of the maze and the thick face paint over his features failed to hide. Fear warred with curiosity as I took my first turning, gripping the wall as I rocketed around the corner.

  I wanted him to capture me. I wanted to get the fuck away from him.

  So I ran, letting myself sink into the role of victim, scared and being chased through a haunted maze. He was going to catch me, fuck me, ruin me. I could enjoy that. Fuck yes, I would. It was all fakery, pretend, even in my own head, but it got my heart pumping faster and faster.

  Anticipation boiled in my belly, and as I saw glimpses of him at my back, sometimes closer, just turning the same corner, or further away at the end of a long corridor, that excitement twisted to heat, made my cock thicken behind the lace.

  It was fun. And as laughter fell from me, I’m sure it did from him, too.

  My chest grew lighter, and I found myself looking forward to the dance, seeing this man who haunted me so well. But the next time I turned, he’d gone, no longer at my heel. He wasn’t on the periphery, racing to catch up. It made my steps falter, but I kept running. More afraid now than when he stalking close behind.

  I shot past the row of nailed dildos hanging from the roof, battling the fuckers out of the way, and jumped when a deep male laugh echoed nearby. Way too close. The ominous chuckle zapped right down my spine, made my balls twinge. Both lust and fear warred under my skin. The first, the lust, morphing and twisting as he played with my emotions. Was he about to catch me? What would he do? He wasn’t supposed to…

  My bare feet slapped on the concrete floor, and the music grew louder, the beat pounding and pulsing, making my heart race in time with it.

  Lights flickered, plunging the space into almost complete pitch black save for some glow in the dark spiders, and I gasped, skidding to a stop. Shit. Where was I? I turned, tried to get my bearing. I’d built this fucking thing, timed the lights myself, but he had me twisted up, a squeezing, heart-pounding mess when I should be in full control.

  I sucked in a breath to try to steady myself, calm the fuck down, but then the beat of the music shifted and the lights flashed on.

  Gasping, I stumbled backward. He was there.

  Right in front of me.

  How the fuck—?

 

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