Friday, April 20, 2018


Sebastian and His Woodsmen
Previously published novella (reworked, new edition)
Copyright © 2018 Evelise Archer

Sebastian sat in the library and contemplated his upcoming birthday and how he would celebrate it. His twenty-first birthday was a big deal, the crown would become his in two weeks. His stepfather, King Damian, had never been more than coolly polite to Sebastian, and he wasn’t happy about relinquishing the crown. For many years Damian had ruled the roost as he saw fit, with little to no input, from Sebastian, but now his time had come. Sebastian was apprehensive about the duties that would soon be his responsibility. If he lived long enough to reign. Of late, he was nervous and guarded around his stepfather, fearing for his life and awaiting some freak accident to befall him before his birthday.
Sebastian tired of sitting in the library and decided to take a walk on the royal grounds. He passed the king’s study and heard hushed voices. He pressed a cupped ear against the wall and strained to hear the conversation.
“Your Majesty, the time is drawing near. If something is to be done, it must happen sooner rather than later. A freak hunting accident, perhaps? Slow poison in the drink or food?” suggested a muted voice.
Sebastian could not place the voice but knew that it sounded familiar. He thought it sounded female but could not swear to it.
“Yes,” said the king. “I completely agree, but we must proceed with caution. His birthday draws near and some may be suspicious if an accident befalls him.”
Sebastian was shocked by the king’s nonchalance at plotting his demise. Damien plotted his death with no more concern than choosing a wine for his evening meal. His mind whirled as he tried to hear more. Gods he wished he could make out the other voice, but even if he could unmask the culprit, who would he tell? Who would believe him? Even his Tanta might not believe such an outlandish tale.
“Damian, you have to tread carefully, but something must be done, and soon. Sebastian’s birthday is less than two weeks away. You know the vision he had as a small child ‘four strong companions who will show you the ways of the world, loving and caring for you’ If he meets these companions it will be over and we will never truly rule the kingdom. Action must be taken.”
“I believe I have a solution. I will invite Sebastian on the upcoming fox hunt. Many from the surrounding areas will attend. It is always hectic and confusing during these hunts. The perfect time for an accident to ensue,” stated the king.
“A very good plan indeed, my love.”
My love, my love? Who was with the king? Sebastian wanted to know, but couldn’t risk being caught listening. He would flee. Run away and hide out until he turned twenty-one and the kingdom became his. Then, he could confront his stepfather and banish him from the kingdom. In the meantime, he would figure out the identity of this mysterious person plotting with the king. He only had to wait out the two weeks for his birthday. How hard could it be? Sebastian quickly ran to his room and packed a small bag. He had no idea where he would go, but he knew that the further away he went the better.
He snuck out through the secret passage situated in his en suite, which led under the castle and exited at a passage near the woods. He chose to go on foot, rarely did the prince take a vehicle for travel by himself, so it would have immediately aroused suspicion if he took one now. Secrecy and distance were his goal, the passage his only hope. Where it would take him, he did not know, but he had no other choice.
After putting in many hours at the Carpenter’s Hole, Gage and Brighton were the first to arrive home. Avril and Dylan were still at work. How wonderful that the four men not only were lovers, but also worked together. They were furniture makers and owned their own shop, Carpenter’s Hole, which was famous throughout the valley and beyond. People came from all over to requisition their services for sturdy and uniquely crafted furniture. All four men took pride in their work and loved working with their hands. Of course, Dylan would say they loved working with their hands, mouths, or any other body part they could find to use. Dylan always kept them laughing, the others could be quite serious, especially Gage.
Gage was probably born with a scowl on his face. He was way too serious and rarely smiled, unless they were fucking. But the throes of orgasm always put a smile on his face. Gage was also a worry-wart, especially since he had that damn premonition, dream, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it.
Two weeks ago, after a wonderful night of extreme fucking, Gage sprung from the bed as if his ass was on fire. He babbled about a woman who visited him in his sleep. The others looked at him as if he was still high on sex but entertained his story. He told them of a beautiful woman, who foretold they would encounter a young man, deep in the woods. This young man would become very important to them all. It would be their responsibility to take care of him, but when Gage attempted to get more information from her, she vanished and he awoke. Ever since that night, Gage worried that someone was hurt and needed their help. He even drove out of their way to get home from work trying to find some young man in need. They still had not found him.
“Gage, could you please put the chicken in the roasting pan and toss it in the oven,” Brighton asked, heading to the walk-in pantry closet.
“Sure babe,” Gage spoke to the mother hen of their poly relationship, carefully opening the oven door. Wood burned under the stove, always at the ready to make enormous amounts of food for the four men. Ever grateful for Brighton’s cooking skills, Gage did as he was told. None of the other men cooked with the finesse of their silver-eyed lover.
“I’ll be there in a sec, I’m grabbing the potatoes,” Brighton yelled.
 “Brighton, Gage, come quick….” Gage heard Avril shout from the front drive.
Reaching the outside first, Gage watched Dylan leap from the driver’s side and meet Avril in the back of the vehicle.
Heading straight to the rear, the hatch opened, Gage was astounded by the sight before him- a young man, bruised and unconscious. “What the hell happened? Oh my God, did you hit him, Dylan?’
“I swear, Gage. I tried not to, to…oh God, ask Avril, I only tapped him, I swear…with the edge of the side, he jumped out of nowhere.” Dylan didn’t even take a breath, hyperventilating as he spoke a mile a minute.
Gage nodded to both men, as Avril wrapped his arms around Dylan, before speaking. “He’s right, Gage. This guy jumped out of nowhere, as if the hounds of hell were after him. I think most of the mess is dirt from rolling on the road. I also think he passed out from shock.”
“Brighton, help me get him out of the back. Avril, take Dylan to the kitchen and get him a cup of tea with a shot of brandy. In fact, make one for each of us and for our new friend. We’ll take him to the spare room, so bring the tea in there.” Gage always took control.
Gage lifted the slender young man from the rear of the vehicle and cradled him in his arms, gently carrying him through the house to the spare room.
 His first thought after the need to make sure he didn’t sustain life threatening injuries, was, could this be the man of his dream? The one prophesized for them to care for and protect?
After Brighton pulled back the covers, Gage gingerly laid him on the cool, crisp sheets. He went to get a basin of warm water and a soft cloth. Slowly, but surely, Gage wiped the young man’s face. He started with the forehead, around the brows and pink-tinged cheeks. The handsome stranger’s lips were so red they looked painted with a woman’s lip rouge. His ebony hair so dark, blue tinges could be seen throughout. The cleaner the young man became, the more his beauty shone through.
 “He’s b-beautiful,” stammered Dylan. “Can we keep him?”
“He’s not a puppy, Dylan,” Gage murmured.
Gage stared at the stunning creature laid out on the bed. “I think he’s the one, guys. The one from my dream.”
To be continued


A world Eldridge was meant to be in.
Eldridge Cristoff worked hard and rarely played, always leery of letting himself go after the humiliation he suffered at the hands of his college boyfriend. Best friend Isabella Catana, submissive and lover of Johnson Petri, invited him to a night at an upscale BDSM club, Club Rebellion-owned and operated by Johnson and his trio of friends. All dominants.
Dalton Peters has never collared his own sub nor had the desire until he met Eldridge. Dalton was immediately taken with the skittish man, deciding to make it his mission to release Eldridge from his sexual prison.
Slowly Eldridge realized the world he was meant to be in. A loving man and master at his side; he discovered submission was not a weakness but a true testament of his strong inner spirit.
With Dalton's careful guidance, Eldridge had no choice but to give into his desires and heart, allowing Dalton to dominate his body and soul.



Eldridge parked his car, popped a wintergreen breath freshener in his mouth, and headed toward the entrance. He walked up to the nondescript, solid black door that had no peephole, nervously wiped his hands against the leather pants, and rang the bell.

The building was located in the swankier section of Philadelphia and sported its own parking lot, which was a rarity in the city as most establishments utilized city parking garages or the street. From that, Eldridge surmised that the place had been doing very well. By the layout of the parking lot, he could tell the area used to house a building that had been torn down to create the space.

He shouldn't have been sweating in the outfit he wore. Eldridge was told -- no, ordered -- to wear his black leathers. They were soft as butter to the touch and so skintight his package was outlined. He also wore a white close-fitting muscle shirt and a jacket. He'd tried to get underwear on; even a jock, but the pants were so tight that any seams showed through, so he elected to go commando. He couldn't believe that he'd been talked into the outfit. He'd bought the leathers as a joke for a party he'd attended. They'd been very expensive, so Eldridge never threw them out. But he never thought he'd be wearing them again. And definitely not to a club.

He waited less than twenty seconds after pressing the illuminated button before a very large man in blue jeans and a black T-shirt opened the door. After stepping over the threshold, Eldridge looked up and noticed the camera above the door. He handed the bouncer his invitation with the club's logo on it -- a raised CR in black with a muted gray picture of a flogger in the background.

The tattooed gentleman nodded and said, "Good evening, Mr. Cristoff."

How in the hell would he know me? I've never been to the club before. Although they did have his picture on file from the background check that the club had performed before sending the invitation.

The bouncer, Sam, according to the embossed name on his T-shirt, pointed to the next set of double doors and told Eldridge to go right in. But not before placing a red band on his wrist emblazoned with the word Guest.

Eldridge was amazed he'd heard nothing from the other side; not a sound. The walls must be soundproof. What the hell have I gotten in to?

Red leather covered the surface of the double-access, and Eldridge felt like he was walking into an alternate universe. The problem was, he had no idea what universe he'd ambled into. At first glance, it looked like any other club -- people sitting at the bar, tables, and booths while talking, laughing, and drinking. Then he got a better look at the clientele. Men and women appeared in various stages of dress and undress. He tried not to gawk, but it was difficult. While heading to the bar, he spied a woman attached to a long chain by her nipples and casually strolling with a man holding the other end. Shit.What the hell have I gotten into?

The club was beautiful and sleek. An artist would say the straight lines and dark, muted colors enhanced the desired atmosphere. Almost everything was leather -- sofas, chairs, barstools, even the edge of the bar. The color scheme was black or white with gray or subdued yellow accents. The lighting was low but sufficient to give a secure and homey feeling. Mirrors and abstract art adorned the walls. Eldridge didn't understand the point of abstract art, but from what he saw, the décor went perfectly with the club.

"Piña colada. Nonalcoholic, please." He leaned forward and spoke to the bartender. He loved a fruity drink, and that one was his favorite. Chunks of coconut and bits of pineapple. Was a piña colada cliché for a gay guy? He didn't care.

As he took his beverage, Eldridge turned around in hopes of finding Isabella and her boyfriend. He spotted Issy waving to him before he'd even completed the turn and walked toward the couple. The two were comfortably ensconced on a white leather sofa with Issy perched on Johnson's lap and her head tucked under his chin. Eldridge stopped in his tracks. The couple looked absolutely beautiful together and completely content.

Isabella hadn't had an easy life prior to meeting Johnson. Afterward, it took time for the Dominant/submissive thing to run smoothly. Their late-night talks had given Eldridge an earful regarding Issy and Johnson's relationship. He knew his friend had truly found peace in her life, whatever the lifestyle may've been.

He made his way to the couch where they were seated and could see what appeared to be a stage. Actually, there appeared to be three raised zones lit with various degrees of lighting. The center one was subdued, but the flanking areas were lit. One sported what looked like a large X-shaped structure. If Eldridge remembered correctly, Issy had told him that it was called a St. Andrew's cross. A woman was attached to it and was being flogged by a very large man. Eldridge was too far away to hear any of the sounds coming from the woman, but if her expression was any indication, she was enjoying herself very much.

As Eldridge leaned down to greet Issy with a peck on the cheek, he noticed the man sitting on the far end of the sofa. Yum. Scary. Dominant. It was easy to surmise based on the way the man carried himself even in a sitting position and the way he was dressed that he was probably a Dom. Once Issy had convinced Eldridge to visit the establishment and after he'd filled out all the necessary paperwork, he'd perused a few sites on the Internet so he could at least know the difference between a Dom and a sub.

The club sported the lifestyle, as Issy liked to describe it. It was a way of life that for some unknown reason Issy felt her bestie needed to explore. Issy was a submissive when it came to her home life. At work, she was a total go-getter that took a stance on designs and implementation. And she bossed around even the largest men. But in her domestic life, she allowed Johnson to rule the roost; from Eldridge's perspective, anyway.

The only problem was, Eldridge didn't know if he completely agreed with the lifestyle. How could a person give that much control to another? Although, if Eldridge really, really, thought about it, the idea did spark something inside him. He was always in control at work, but sometimes he wanted someone else to take the reins. He wanted to relax, but it scared the hell out of him to allow someone else to rule.

Eldridge wanted to sit at the feet of the man at the end of the sofa, which completely threw him for a loop, and he immediately locked the thought away in the recesses of his brain. The last time he wanted to sit at a man's feet, he was told that he was depraved and sick. Damn, Ned had done a number on him. He'd done unimaginable things to him. Ned had turned out to be sick in his physical and emotional treatment of Eldridge. Not that Eldridge desired to be physically hurt, but he did crave more. As confused as he was, he didn't know what the more was. Isabella thought she knew what he needed.

He kissed Issy on the cheek and shook Johnson's hand.

"El, this is Dalton. One of my partners in the club." Johnson spoke as he pointed to the man at the far end of the arc-shaped sofa.

Eldridge crossed over to stand in front of Dalton. Dalton stood and extended his hand in greeting. The grip was strong and solid. His eyes raked Eldridge up and down.

El supposed he was a good-looking guy. At least that's what Issy had always told him. She called him man-pretty -- not completely masculine and not necessarily feminine. Man-pretty. At times, he wasn't sure if that was an insult or a compliment. He'd always known he was gay. When their classmates were looking at the opposite gender, Eldridge always looked at the boys. He loved the hard and delineated lines of their chest; not soft mounds that protruded and got in the way. Girls' breasts, yuck.

His family knew he was gay. He'd come out to them in his early teens. His parents were supportive and accepting even though it probably wasn't the lifestyle they would've chosen for him. He never brought boys home as dates, so his parents were fine with his homosexuality as long as it wasn't flaunted in their faces. Sometimes Eldridge felt very lonely, but at least he had Issy. 

He wasn't the biggest, tallest, or most talkative in their current circle of friends. In fact, when he wasn't in the boardroom and high-strung from all the intensive work he did to keep his clients rolling in money, he could've been classified as a wallflower; reclusive. Eldridge didn't mind going out for a drink or two with Issy and Johnson or his coworkers, but he very much preferred to be by himself.

Finding the right man to date was hard. Eldridge didn't know how women were on the prowl all the time. His introverted personality made contacting a stranger difficult. But there had to be someone out there for him, didn't there?

Eldridge gauged the man before him with rapt attention. Damn, he thought as he tilted his head back to get a better view. Large was the first word that popped into Eldridge's mind. An imposing figure, Dalton had to be at least six-feet six-inches tall. El wondered if the size of his cock matched his height.

His pants became tighter than they already were, and his face heated as he continued to stare from beneath his lowered eyelashes. Hair so blond that it was almost white hung past his shoulders, held back with a leather thong. The strands looked silky. But what really drew Eldridge were his eyes -- cobalt blue, piercing, and the kind that could look straight into a man's soul. Eldridge shook his head as if coming out of a fog and composed himself.

That was someone Eldridge would want to get to know better. Eldridge didn't even know if he was gay. There was no way someone that large and masculine could be gay.

Okay, maybe he was stereotyping but he was most likely a Dom to boot. Some woman would be very lucky to land this fine specimen of a man.

But Dalton held Eldridge's hand just a touch too long for a casual handshake, and something sparked briefly in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Dalton."


About Evelise
Evelise Archer is a wife, mother, and grandmother. She is a new-found lover of tea, and don’t look in her office because what you find may astound you. She currently has twenty tins of tea leaves just waiting to be brewed for her drinking pleasure. She is bilingual, lives in one of the original thirteen colonies, and is a lover of the cold weather and snow. It’s a safe bet that you may find her on the beach in the autumn and winter, but rarely in the summer. She’s been married for over thirty years to a loving man who puts up with her obsession to clean—she currently owns three vacuum cleaners—, read, and spin a tale when the voices speak to her. When she’s not in front of the computer, search her out in the local gym.

Twitter: @EveliseArcher


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  1. Interesting, I cannot wait to see what happens next.

  2. Looking forward to more.

  3. I’m intrigued. Can’t wait for more. Thank you

  4. You know, I never really liked this story, but your version seems promissing :)

  5. looking forward to part 2

  6. Can't wait for more.


  7. Good start. Awaiting part 2.

  8. Interesting xx

  9. Looking forward for the next part. Thank you.

  10. Great Part, looking forward to the next installment :D

  11. looking forward to reading the next part.

  12. OOO what a great beginning. Looking forward to the rest,
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  13. I can’t wait for the next part.

  14. " Can we keep him?" Hell yes you can! 😝

  15. Thanks for sharing. I always hope to see soon another of your Sierran-Sawtooth Pack series!

  16. Aww man I can’t wait for the next part.. I’d want to keep him too he sounds gorgeous..😁😁

  17. I hope the second part of this story is tomorrow. I really want to know what happens. It has my courosity going.

  18. Nice start can't wait for the rest of this ... thank you >>

  19. Love it and I can't wait until the next installment. Thank you for sharing your story and talent.

  20. I want the rest of the story!!

  21. I want the rest of the story!!

  22. OMG this is so good. If all of these stories become books I'm going to be so broke. Cause I need all of them.

  23. Can't wait to see what happens next

  24. Absolutely great start to the story.

  25. Love! Love! Love it!! Can’t wait for more.

  26. Looking forward to the next part!

  27. nice so far
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  28. Wow! I'm looking forward to reading the next installment.
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  29. I'm looking forward to more of this story xx

  30. Great story. Looking forward to the next part

  31. Nice start. Thank you for sharing.


  32. Interesting start.

  33. What happens next?
    Teasing start
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  34. Very engaging story. Looking forward to seeing what happens next.

  35. Cherri hollingsworthApril 20, 2018 at 9:48 PM

    Wow cherri_hollingsworth

  36. Noooooo,I need more. That little bit already has me hooked.��



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