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Okay, here it is. Antidote is officially released today. It's the sequel to the award-winning Don't..., where both of these novels also tie into the Society of Masters' project and Lynn Kelling's recent release Forgive Us (she borrows my boys).Extract:Videos of Jack having sex with a man who mutilated teenagers for fun should have stayed dead and buried, just like the man who filmed them. Yet when footage of Jack’s past starts appearing on Internet porn sites, Jack’s whole world is again turned on its head.
At first, the videos merely unsettle Jack’s fire and ice world of Gray Raoul’s BDSM kink and Jan Richards’ gentle, vanilla touch. But when the videos get more extreme, even Gray turns his back on Jack, isolating him from the full protection of the Masters’ Circle. Jack soon finds himself at the mercy of a group of men set on altering Jack’s perceptions of BDSM— and himself—as brutally as possible.
Jack’s sex life is now on camera for a whole new audience.
Something was seriously wrong. Something out of that book had Jack climbing up the walls, enough to tear up over fifteen grand’s worth of art history. Part of me didn’t want to know, another part of me had to know.
Noise came from the living room, the kind of grunts and groans off a TV you’d turn down at night time so no one else would hear you, and I slowed my pace.
Side-on to me, Gray was standing by his laptop with his arms folded, his face giving nothing away. I frowned, but couldn’t quite bring myself to go over.
“DVD?” I said quietly, resting against the doorframe, but Gray shook his head.
“Porn site.”
My heart fell. Amongst the recently posted, there was a screen shot of a painfully young-looking Jack. Gray homed in on the title for a moment, enough for me to read it from here. It was the same intro found on most sites, yet somehow very much in a class of its own.
Don’t…
…love the Cub in slap-kink with Bear.
I rested my head against the frame, just hugging my stomach, and watched as Gray clicked on the play button.
A simple master bedroom came on screen. It allowed room for a bed with a brass frame and headboard, made up with crisp white duvet covers and soft pillows. Each side had a bedside unit, and a lamp was on one, but barely added much light to the cream-coloured room.
Three men heated life up in there. Well, two men and a young boy just touching eighteen. One man sat in the corner, watching what was going on in the bed, a smile plastering his face as he stroked his hard-on. He was naked, but then so were the two people writhing on the bed.
Cutter was an easy spot. Mark Shaw had him bang to rights as a thug who loved to cut up young men: a skinhead, three times bigger than Jack, and most of the muscle looking as hard and as up for it as what went on between his thighs. He had a tattooed scalp, some political racist slur that ran down his neck, and Jack, he was the naked teen struggling underneath him.
Jack’s hair was longer, wilder, his body youthfully thinner, still deeply tanned and coated in a thin sheen of sweat. Cutter had just flipped him onto all fours, his arm snaking roughly around Jack’s neck, his free hand pulling at Jack’s hair to twist his head and get access to his mouth. He kissed hard, rutting just as rough, pausing from his kiss only to grin at the youth he held.
“Want it, boy?”
“Not tonight, luv,” said Jack, smiling, “got a headache.” A growl, Cutter shifted, tossing Jack onto his back, and Jack’s dick came into full view. My heart sank, because for all of the fight Jack offered, he wanted it. He wore nothing but this black rope necklace with a black cross sleeping on a bigger silver one. Tiny sterling-silver balls, three one side, three on the other, gave it that youthful look, a little expensive too. I didn’t look below that necklace again. Jack looked young, way too fucking young for me to focus on anything lower than that necklace.
“Smart-mouth fuck.” Cutter slapped at Jack’s cheek, but Jack only grinned a little more. It won him a harder slap. “What you got for me now, boy?”
Jack nipped at Cutter’s jaw, feeding it.
Another slap, this last one was hard enough to snap Jack’s head to the side and leave a stinging redness to his cheek. “Oooh,” groaned Cutter, “like it, don’t you, boy?” His hand crushed between Jack’s thighs, making him groan. “Yeah, like it rough alright, don’t you, Jack?”
Even his name hadn’t been cut from public viewing.
When Ben Knox discovers a clean-cut, blond, apparently-straight teenager named Kyle Roth in his office, looking for a professional Dominant, instinct draws him in. Since the exceedingly particular Kyle has already passed on fellow Dominants-for-hire, Gabriel and Trace, Ben digs down beneath first impressions to expose Kyle’s true motivations. Reassured by Ben’s straightforward approach, Kyle demonstrates his willingness to obey and, quickly, their contract is signed. But, skillful as Kyle is at masquerading as the person the world expects him to be out of self-preservation, Ben has plenty of experience dealing with bruised souls. Kyle’s bruises, though, go deep and the vulnerable darkness that Kyle tries to hide lures Ben in and takes them both farther than either is prepared to go.
To everyone else, Trace is an enigmatic and carefully controlled Dominant. He runs Diadem, a private BDSM club, is a Master and mentor to his fellow Doms and their lovers—Gabriel, Darrek, Ben, and Kyle—while trying to be Master and lover for Micah. Trace is the one to step in when anything or anyone threatens his closest friends, yet he realizes he is in over his head when haunting events of the past endanger everyone's lives. Trace is forced to call on old connections for help from the world he tried to leave behind—the Master's Circle in England. Tensions rise to a fever pitch as Trace's hidden truths shake up the lives of everyone in his tangled, tight-knit family.
For over a decade, Trace, the founder of private BDSM club Diadem, has been living under an assumed name with hardly any ties to his past as a prostitute and Master’s Sub with the Master’s Circle. It’s a mix of chemistry, burning passion and decadent distractions which ignite the spark of hope that old wounds can heal, forgiveness might still be had, and that the future is full of tempting possibilities.
“Stand up. Relax,” he tells Micah, speaking with authority in order to cut through anything causing Micah to doubt himself.
“Sir.” Micah gets to his feet, standing straight as an arrow, his caramel-brown eyes unfocused, his attention caught on something internal. A frown line creases Micah’s brow and dark circles are visible under his eyes. Trace knows the worry about Kyle, Darrek, and Gabriel has been eating at Micah, but that doesn’t explain the look of him entirely. There has to be something else going on, but Trace can’t handle anything else. There’s already too much wrong.
With a heavy, exhausted sigh, Trace wraps a hand around Micah’s jaw. It’s warm and rough to the touch, covered in dark stubble. The tilt of his head, the downward cast of his gorgeous eyes, ringed with dark, thick eyelashes, the sensual shape of his lips—it’s so intoxicating. There’s something there, Trace knows, in the spark of rightness between them. The balance of give and take, the equality of what each of them brings and gives away freely to the other, makes sense in so many ways everything else does not. It’s more effective shelter from the forces seeking to harm them than any house or physical structure could ever be. Simple, pure, safety and unconditional acceptance is what they each provide.
Together at last, they can each breathe a little easier. The weight of dread lessens, if only for a moment.
“Can I just check something real quick, before we talk? Didn’t think you’d be here, love. It’ll only take a minute.”
“Of course,” Micah murmurs, barely audible, looking like he’s trying not to cry, making Trace want to scream with rage at the unfairness of it all.
This fuckin’ day. This fuckin’ life.
Trace walks into the adjoining room where his computer is plugged in. He boots it up and keeps Micah in view while he waits. Dressed in khaki pants and a pristine, button-down, light blue shirt which suits his olive complexion perfectly, Micah stands there in the middle of the room like someone’s been beating on him. His outward appearance is so refined, but inside he’s in pieces, held together with wisps of hope. It’s a look Trace might not know, but Patrick does. That thousand yard stare, the wear and tear on the soul, it implies bad shit and hard times.
Turning his attention to the task at hand with effort, instinct telling him to go, and love Micah’s pain away, no matter what it takes to make it happen, Trace forces himself to focus on his desk. Booting up his computer and opening his internet browser, Trace checks an email account—the one he shares with Yasha to pass messages back and forth safely.
The account has been deleted.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pounding a fist on the desk, wanting to scream again, but managing not to. It’s expected but shitty nonetheless. If Yasha is really out of the game, the biggest, best way to make a clean break is to delete all of the accounts tying him to people like Patrick.
He checks the next email account that comes to mind, and the next, and the next. He goes through the whole mental list, finishing with the one he shares with Nicholai, the man who had been Patrick’s Master. The accounts are all the same. No change, no new messages. The latest messages are the ones Patrick left for the others. None have been read. No activity. No new information. It’s as quiet as the grave.
It’s not good.
The feeling of being stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere, with no one aware of where he is or how he’s surviving, used to be comforting. It’s not anymore. Now isolation only breeds desperation and dread, and mostly because his island now has multiple inhabitants, all of them counting on him to get them through. Little do they know they’re relying on such a basketcase.
“Okay. It’s okay. Priorities. Protect the family. Keep the kids safe,” he murmurs under his breath, a mantra. There’s a locked file on his desktop. He clicks on it, types in the password. Information spills out, flooding the screen. It’s all there—beautiful, glorious fact. He skims it, just to ground himself, to remember what’s true. The information on that screen narrows the possibilities about what could be happening with Gabriel and Darrek. But he can’t tell them about it. He can’t tell anybody.
At least his focus has been narrowed. The path he must take becomes clearer.
He closes the file. He closes his browser. He shuts down the machine.
At last, he doesn’t have to fight the pull on his heartstrings any longer. He leaves the rest of his worries behind and goes to find out what’s wrong with Micah.
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It should have stayed firmly in the past.
Video footage of Jack Harrison sleeping with Cutter, a man who has mutilated teenagers, should have stayed dead and buried with the man who had filmed it. Yet when footage to Jack’s past starts appearing on Internet porn sites, Jack’s whole world is again turned on its head. At first the porn links are done to unsettle, to disrupt Jack’s fire and ice world: all the sexed-up adrenaline of being caught between the pleasure to Gray Raoul's BDSM kink, and the gentleness of Jan Richards’ vanilla touch. But when the content of the porn sites force even Gray to turn his back on Jack, leaving Jack isolated and away from the full protection of the Master’s Circle, Jack is left at the mercy of a group of men who are out to alter Jack’s whole perception on his BDSM lifestyle.
As brutally as possible, Jack’s sex life is now live webcam feed for a whole new audience.
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Dilo: I’m excited to be here, with you pinning me down and taking my interview virginity. Seriously, I appreciate all the lovely things you always say about me and what I share with you. Your friendship means a lot to me and working with you is a great pleasure.
Definitely on the side of realism, almost obsessively, I think. I like to get into the details of life rather than world-building. I focus on the dominance and submission more than the B&D or S&M, although I do tend to include physical punishment in most stories.
I’m hesitant to say “mistake” since that implies there is a “correct” way, but I see where you’re going with this, and sometimes it really is a mistake. I should mention that I rarely read BDSM stories that haven’t received excellent reviews, particularly with regard to the author’s understanding of BDSM, so I don’t have examples of “mistakes”. I also want to say actually living the lifestyle isn’t a requirement to good BDSM writing, but it certainly helps. I can think of at least one author *looks at interviewer* with a very creative mind who grasped many of the basic concepts of D/s and needed only some fine-tuning and technical consultation for some scenes.
Anyway, going to the question, there are at least two general aspects that come to mind. One is not appreciating the nuances of the relationship – things like submission and consent, the dynamics underlying the relationship. On the one hand, they’re difficult to research, especially the more subtle aspects, but since they involve emotions and concepts not unique to BDSM, people can write about them competently without actually living the lifestyle. The most disturbing BDSM I’ve read involved emotional abuse, a sub forced to make an unfair choice without the dom being portrayed as doing something very wrong. I won’t trash an author in public, so that’s all you get.
The other is technical – how things are done and how they are experienced, whether it be toys or an activity. It’s often minor, such as pairing impact toys with the sort of marks they leave. A third area that could be unrealistic, although not necessarily mistaken, is relationship structures. Because of the varied structures of BDSM relationships and the extent to which BDSM can be integrated into a relationship, I’m not especially concerned about those. Some arrangements might be awkward or improbable, but there’s a rather wide range of structures, from couples experimenting with occasional kinky sex to full-time polyamorous leather households, so almost anything is fair game in fiction. I’m more concerned about physical and emotional safety. I’ve posted links to several relevant posts by other authors: Dilo Keith Website
So far, I’ve been writing what I know -- I’ve been in the lifestyle since 1986 -- but I’ve looked up technical details on occasion. At parties, I’ve been known to check the feasibility of positions or movements on certain equipment. Once, I had a question I couldn’t easily answer with my regular resources, so I tried asking questions on a kinky forum (not FetLife) and I received more than one “do your own darned research” sort of answer. I thought I was. There’s an understandable reluctance among those in the lifestyle to be viewed as creatures to be studied, especially now that so many inexperienced – with BDSM – authors are writing about BDSM.
I can’t think of anything annoying. Sadly, there’s no one to tell other than a few kinky friends, who are of course positive. I’ll answer a different question – my favorite response about my writing. I told a relative I wrote erotica about gay men – I’m don’t know if I mentioned the kinky part -- and he said something along the lines of “the research must have been very interesting”. That was very cool, especially considering he probably thinks I’m straight.
For writing erotica overall, the Best Gay Erotica series has been a major influence. No specific authors come to mind.
That’s difficult. I know I’ve left out some, but as a start for fiction authors, in no particular order: Gillibran Brown, Simon Sheppard, Carol Queen, Claire Thompson, Greg Herren, Lois McMaster Bujold, Laura Antoniou, James Lear, P.A. Brown, Laurie R. King, Michael Thomas Ford, William J. Mann, John Preston, Lawrence Schimel. If I haven’t read more than two of their books, I didn’t list an author here.
I recently finished all of Larry Duplechan’s books, at first because he’s an editor I’m working with (Best Gay Erotica 2014), but mainly because I enjoy his writing and his books form a series. I’ve also gone on a mystery binge. Among others, I’m working my way through books by Greg Herren, R. D. Zimmerman, and Richard Stevenson. The last BDSM I read was Jane Davitt’s Room at the Top series, the first two of Lynn Kelling’s Deliver Us series, and Alison Tyler’s Dark Secret Love. On October 25, my blog will be part of Tyler’s promotional blog tour for the book. I know you’re working with Lynn Kelling and I’m looking forward to reading those stories.
At the risk of us not sharing a definition of “erotica”, that’s what I like to write. I think my writing falls between the two. I explore the dynamics of BDSM relationships from a more intellectual perspective, not as emotionally as you might expect in erotic romance -- things like how the characters work out matters of monogamy, role choices, discrepancies in definitions, and so on. The plots tend to be about those aspects. I’m fascinated by sexuality and how it’s worked into our lives. Because I explore relationships rather than focusing on the sex – although there’s no shortage of that – my work still appeals to readers of erotic romance. Most of my early writing influences involved romance of some sort, so my work reflects those connections.
Flexible, but with preferences. I prefer to write M/M and so far, all of my writing has LGBT characters. I don’t especially like writing or reading about women having sex. I enjoy having sex with women and generally like stories with lesbian main characters, but I don’t like reading and writing about the sex itself. In one case, I changed the sex of two characters in order to submit a story to a lesbian collection. That was an interesting and fun challenge. Because it doesn’t have to involve gender-specific activities, it’s much easier to do that sort of thing with BDSM. I didn’t have to write much about the workings of the lady bits in that story. The real-life event that inspired the story involved three women (including me), but I had originally written it as M/m/f. I saved all the pieces that I had to, um, cut out and might work them into another short.
It’s a reflection of my real life and the appeal of complexity. Most of my own relationships have involved a third person, as both three women or two women with a man.
Because of the story behind the story, I’d say “Coming of Age,” the third part of a trilogy I wrote for a friend, inspired by a real event. That’s in Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica, from Cleis Press. The story combines her life and mine, and has representations of me, her, my first dom, and my first dom’s slave. The first story forms part of “Consequences,” another favorite, one I like more for the story, but less for the origin. The second story wasn’t much more than PWP fanfiction, so I’m unlikely to revise that one for publication.
Real people, as a package or selected traits. I think my talents lie in areas other than my imagination.
Can’t pick one. What I like best is punishment scenarios, so to me, that’s the sexiest sort of scene. While the complexities of threesomes and switching excite me between the ears, punishment is more between my legs. My first M/M publication had a spanking scene with some Daddy/boy role play elements. It’s no longer available, but I’m in the process of submitting it elsewhere because it’s one of my favorites. There are a few other hot punishment scenes in my novel-length manuscript.
Let’s just say research, science stuff.
My only stand-alone release is “Make Mine to Go”, which came outabout a year ago. Since then, I’ve submitted a few short stories to anthologies that aren’t out yet.
It’s also on Amazon and other re-sellers, but it’s cheaper from the publisher and there are sometimes sale prices. I don’t write to earn a living, but some authors do, so I want to mention that with most of the e-publishers, authors get paid much more from direct sales.
Anyway, public service announcement aside, my newest release will appear in an anthology due out December 10th from Cleis Press, Best Gay Erotica 2014. My story is “A Port in the Storm.” It involves the male threesome I usually write about, punishment, and role switching. The book is available for pre-order from Amazon and probably others, although not from the publisher.
I expect my story “Consequences” to appear in Alison Tyler’s collection called Blush, but it’s not yet definite. I’ll have release info on my web site. That one will have a mixture of erotica themes and orientation. I submitted two short stories for another collection, but I haven’t heard from the editor. They’re all with Cleis Press, and as far as I know, they will all be in print as well as digital format.
After I put the finishing touches on the M/M/M story with the Daddy scene, I’ll probably go back to working on my novel-length collection of stories about the same threesome. They loosely fit together to form a single story, but I’ve been creating stand-alone shorts instead, at least lately. If an appealing anthology call comes up, I might try another short story.
They can reach me directly by email or through sites with PMs. I haven’t been especially active online lately, so here’s a guide to where I might be lurking:
My website is more of a resource collection now, but I make an appearance occasionally and the Contact Me page works.
BDSM group at Goodreads (Dilo Keith) and also Absolute Write Water Cooler (DiloKeith) – I’ll make a post when there’s a topic of interest. PM works.
Facebook and Twitter @dilokeith – I don’t post much, but I’ll get messages.
FetLife (Dilo_Keith) – I’m even less active there unless I get in the mood, but that could change. It’s easy to get lost on that site, so I rarely tempt myself.
Direct contact: email dilokeith at gmail.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much time for all the outstanding blogs I’ve found, so I usually limit myself to sites where I’ve made friends. I prefer to interact on a forum rather than commenting on blogs or social networks. The few I check every day are Absolute Write, particularly the erotica sub-forum, the forum portion of JustUsBoys, a gay porn site that has a wide variety of non-porn discussions, Empty Closets, a site created for LGBT youth, primarily for support, and the BDSM group on Goodreads (there are some other GR groups I don’t visit as often). Others I check regularly are Erotica Readers and Writers Association, and Gillibran Brown’s diary. I get email notices for about 20 blogs, some of which I’ve listed on my web site.
EmptyClosets
Goodreads
Absolute Write
Erotica readers
Gillibran Brown
JustUsBoys Naughty images appear in the header if you’re an unpaid member; the site is funded with porn and ads appear on the forum pages.
Dilo: You’re very welcome, and thank you for taking such an interest in me, having me here, and asking terrific questions both in and out of this chat. I love your creativity and the way you stimulate my thinking.If you are an author wishing to look at researching the BDSM lifestyle, I would highly recommend Ms. Keith. Her knowledge and patience is a credit to her and all that she does. For further information, please contact her via her web site.
Other than what I did for work (science and academic articles) I didn’t think much about writing most of my adult life. I came out as gay in 1978 and acknowledged my semi-suppressed interest in BDSM in 1985. As part of discovering BDSM, I started dating men and discovered that gender wasn’t especially relevant. My contacts with the gay and kink communities are largely online these days, especially since I moved to a relatively rural area outside of a major US East coast city. I live a low-key D/s lifestyle punctuated by attending an occasional party and teaching caning. I started writing fiction in 2009. A relatively recent addition to my kinky life is an online submissive. When he’s not performing as the willing victim of my sadism, he serves me as an excellent editor. “Dilo” is an acronym of Different Loving, the title of a nonfiction book about BDSM.
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