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Baseball and Bondage
Baseball and Bondage
Baseball and Bondage
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Baseball and Bondage

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For years, baseball coach, Bryan Stark, has been searching for the bottom of his dreams. Unfortunately, the road to such goals can be paved with a lot of potholes. His luck changes when he stumbles across his star freshman shortstop, Dalton Reed, tied up and gagged in his office.
Although Coach Stark's unique find turns out to be a team hazing ritual and not to a gift from the Gods, Coach Stark and Dalton discover a fetish that both of them share. This realization bonds them in ways that they never thought was possible and leads to a a kinky, man-on-man kidnapping game, which ends with explosive results.

The Sagas of Queen's Landing - Volume Two. Previous title: Coach Stark and the Kidnapping Game.

This erotic novella is approximately 23,000 words.

This work features many fetishes including dominance & submission, role play, jockstraps, chastity, shaving, raunch, foot play, bondage, spanking as well as graphic sex. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

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Release dateDec 17, 2012
ISBN9781301287123
Baseball and Bondage
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Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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    Baseball and Bondage - Keegan Kennedy

    Baseball and Bondage

    By Keegan Kennedy

    Copyright 2012, 2014 & 2015

    Third Edition

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    Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

    No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher or author.

    This work contains graphic sex, as well as, bondage, discipline, spanking, raunch, dominance, submission, and other elements of sexual fetishes and fantasies. All characters in this erotic novella are 18 years or older.

    This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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    Baseball and Bondage

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    Baseball and Bondage

    Sexual frustration did not become me.

    After all, I was still in my prime, and 35 was hardly ancient.

    Being a college baseball coach, I was surrounded by 18 to 22-year-olds all day long, and my boys were religious about their workouts. As their coach, they looked to me, for not only guidance and leadership but also to set an example. So, my ass was in the gym constantly, where I worked hard to keep my shape.

    Standing at six foot five with hazel eyes and a decent mug, I had wide and powerful shoulders with deltoids that jumped up from my frame. My chest was broad and imposing, and I had veiny and bulbous arms with some cut triceps capping them off. Although I did not have a 6 pack anymore, I still maintained a decent 4-pack with a trim 32 waist. My quads and calves also bulged with muscle and were covered with the same light brown hair that was cut short on top of my head.

    I had long legs with huge hands and feet. My big hoofs were sized 16, and in my case, it was true what they said about big feet and hands equaling a big cock. Between my legs, I was endowed with an 11-inch monster, which I was quite proud of.

    Needless to say, I still got plenty of looks and turned some heads, so I had very few complaints with the hand that I’d been dealt.

    I was also the youngest head baseball coach in Queen’s Landing University history. Of course, the only reason that I’d gone the academic route was because of all the damn politics of Major League Baseball….

    I’d spent three years in the minors, and the St. Louis Cardinals had almost drafted me. Unfortunately, they’d gone with a Mexican player for half the money that my agent had been asking for. After cussing out the scout, I sort of got blacklisted as an asshole and a hothead, which had been sort of true during my younger days. So, my professional baseball career had been flushed down the toilet thanks to my occasional volatile nature and my big mouth.

    Despite the past mistakes of my youth, I was living a good life … for the most part. The main exclusions were my dating and sex life … both leaving much to be desired.

    Ever since I’d accepted the job at Queen’s Landing University five years ago, I’d been in dating hell. Queen’s Landing, Louisiana was a small college town, and I was a pretty well known man, but I kept my sexual proclivities to myself.

    To my detriment, my ideal type for dating and sex were young jocks. Sure, there were plenty of hot younger males on campus, and most of the jock boys on my team were very fuckable.

    Although politics in Louisiana were to the far right and the inept governor spent most of his time pandering to the ultra-religious nuts, Queen’s Landing University was luckily not a conservative town, but still, I didn’t care for anyone knowing my business. I refused to be tabloid fodder ... so to speak. Having been brought up in a small town in Alabama, I knew all too well how nosy small town folks could be, so, I chose to seek boys online from out of the area.

    Due to my unique situation and not being able to pursue guys openly, I cruised Manhunt, Recon and Adam4Adam on a regular basis in the surrounding states. I’d even placed online personal ads, but that had not led to anything substantial.

    I’d found many boys that wanted me to fuck them. That had never been an issue, but I wanted so much more than just a bottom. I wanted a true submissive.

    Not only did I have a commanding frame, I also had a commanding personality. I was a dominant and wanted a submissive boy to compliment my nature.

    Only a special kind of boy could appreciate what I truly had to offer.... And, despite some flashes in the pan, I sure as hell had not found it online.

    My latest failed attempt had been the prior week, and to use a tired phrase, the entire situation had ended up being a hot mess.

    For months, I’d been trading messages and texts with someone claiming to be a 23-year-old jock submissive from a little town called Winona over the state line in Mississippi, and he’d gone by the name of Taylor.

    We’d swapped multiple pictures and even spoken on the phone several times. He’d been just about everything that I looked for in a passive partner…. Taylor loved to suck cock and get fucked. He’d said multiple times that he liked to get tied up and spanked. He’d also said that he enjoyed jockstraps, chastity, uniforms and role-play. Hell, he’d even professed that he wanted to service my big size 16 feet with his mouth and tongue and that was pure gold to me. Since I had a major fetish for hot bottom boys worshipping my feet, my 11-inches had been hard off and on for days thinking about him lapping at my oversized man hoofs.

    The pictures that he’d sent had been of a red-haired boy with awesome looks and a great, smooth body. When we’d talked on the phone, Taylor’s voice was so deep that it’d perfectly matched his pics and stats.

    I’d been confident that I’d vetted him rather well, but I’d been dead wrong.

    On that fateful Saturday, I had made the three hundred mile trip to that piss-ant town in the middle of no-where to meet Taylor … my dream submissive.

    What had shown up was not what I had been shopping for ... to say the least….

    Anxiously waiting in my car in the Winona McDonald’s parking lot, I’d been in for a hideous surprise….

    After keeping me waiting for over half an hour, a man in his mid-50’s, who had looked like Shrek with a full-on 1980’s mullet pulled up beside me in a beat-up Chevy Chevette. Waving to me emphatically, he’d introduced himself to me as Taylor, the bottom boy of my dreams.

    I had gaped at the sight before me.

    He had blatantly misrepresented himself. Sure, fake Taylor may have been someone’s type, but he sure as fuck wasn’t mine.

    I’d sped off…angry…in my Jeep Grand Cherokee. I’d been duped and had made a 600-mile round-trip journey for some faker. What had been even more disturbing was that the crazy-looking guy had started chasing me in his Chevette.

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