Submit to the Beast

When Tobias Thorn was
abducted and taken to a strange, underground city, he had no idea
how drastically his life was going to change. Now, back above
ground he knows that something is different, that
he
is different, and that
his craving for the man known as the Beast, is never going to go
away.

Just as the Beast predicted,
Tobias has no choice but to return.

But by returning, Tobias has
no idea exactly what is going to be expected of him, or that he is
going to have to make a choice, between the man he once was, and
the man he is going to have to become.

In the end, Tobias may have
no option but submit to the Beast.

Submit to the
Beast

A Twisted Erotic Fairy
Tale

by

April Andrews

M/M, ANAL SEX, ANAL
PLAY,

FORCED SEDUCTION, AND
BONDAGE

Twisted E Publishing,
Inc.

www.twistedepublishing.com

A TWISTED E PUBLISHING
BOOK

Submit to the
Beast

A Twisted Erotic Fairy
Tale

Copyright © 2014 by April Andrews

Edited by Marie Medina

First E-book Publication: November 2014,
SMASHWORDS EDITION

Cover design by K Designs

All cover art and logo copyright © 2014,
Twisted Erotica Publishing.

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photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express
written permission.

All characters and events in this book
are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is
strictly coincidental.

DEDICATION

Chapter One

Tobias Thorn sat on the edge of the
cliff, the wind whipping around his hair, the sting of salt in his
eyes. It was just after dawn, the sun only beginning to show
itself, and he was restless.

He’d been restless for the past two
weeks.

He looked down to the waves beating
against the rocks below him, almost mesmerized by the way they
surged forth before retreating, leaving foamy trails in their wake.
He’d spent a lot of time watching those waves lately. It was almost
like they called to him in some way, encouraging him to come watch
them, to find peace right here in front of them.

And so he did.

Every morning before work then every
night after, he found himself sat on the edge of this cliff,
looking down, trying to empty his mind of everything else,
concentrating only on this, the raw power of nature.

It was either that or think of
him.

The Beast…

A shudder ran down Tobias’ spine as
those words whispered through his mind. His hands, resting by his
sides, clenched automatically and he willed his mind to push the
thoughts and memories away. They plagued him every minute of every
day, but not usually whilst he was here, in this peaceful spot.
This place that was supposed to wipe everything else
away…

Another shudder shivered
along his back, and, abruptly, Tobias realized that he was cold. Up
until now the sensations had barely registered, and that was weird,
because they
should
have, but he didn’t seem to feel the cold like he’d used to.
A few weeks back he’d have sat in this spot in a heavy sweater,
maybe even some waterproofs over the top of it, but today he sat in
just a thin running tee.

Part of him wondered if it
was some weird response to his fucked up emotional state. The other
part of him knew that wasn’t the case…and yet neither part would
think about what was
actually
going on, about what this, one of many changes in
him, actually meant…

He frowned and rubbed up and down his
arms in an effort to warm them, but stopped the moment he realized
his hands were damp from the spray. He dropped them by his sides
instead and considered whether or not to head back inside. His
apartment, one of many in a huge monolith of a building, the only
building this high up from the town, was maybe a five-minute jog
away. He could be back in his sitting room in less than ten
minutes, wrapped in a warm blanket, maybe drinking a hot mug of
coffee.

But…he turned and looked behind him,
the outline of the building visible in the early morning light.
He’d only been out for a little while, and this would be the only
chance he had to find some peace before heading out to work, the
only chance to clear his thoughts for the day. Because Tobias knew,
the last few weeks had taught him this well enough, that sitting in
front of a computer all day was in no way conducive to blocking out
thoughts of the Beast. A chance phrase, a passing scent, any of
those things would be enough for his mind to drift and latch on to
the only topic it seemed interested in these days. And the worst
thing was that the moment he started thinking along those lines his
body responded. A racing heart, an elevated temperature, a stiff
cock…

Somehow, the Beast was able to stir up
emotions that Tobias neither expected, nor wanted to deal with, but
then that was hardly surprising, was it? Not after what had
happened.

Not after what they had done
together.

Not after what the Beast had done to
him.

He closed his eyes, unable to stop
those memories from blossoming now despite being in the one place
that was supposed to keep them at bay. And they were so clear!
Tobias could remember every single moment of his experience, every
single moment of the time they had spent together. From when he’d
seen an odd couple outside of his apartment and the woman had asked
him for help, to the man she was with knocking him unconscious
and—Tobias hadn’t known it then—taking him below ground, to a city
that Tobias hadn’t even known existed.

And then, waking up, manacled to the
Beast’s bed, with no idea what was happening, and the Beast
arriving to explain that he should never have been brought below
ground, that it was a mistake, but now he had that he would have no
choice but to stay. Even when he had tried to escape as the Beast
showed him around the cave system that housed the underground
world, frantic, panicking, it was all still so clear to him. How
the ground had felt underfoot, the odd musky scents that swirled in
the tunnels, the heated moisture in the air.

And then…and Tobias swallowed now, his
heart beginning to race, his belly clenching…the moment they had
touched, when he understood that the Beast wanted him, had wanted
him from the beginning, wanted him enough that he was willing to
offer him a bargain.

Sex for his freedom.

Tobias hadn’t even really considered
saying no.

And his freedom was not the main
motivating factor.

Fact was, Tobias had been attracted to
the Beast the moment he had looked into his odd yellow eyes. He was
unlike any other male that Tobias had ever met. He was tall, broad,
strong…and there was something about him…something Tobias still
didn’t understand. There was a connection between them that Tobias
was unable to deny, and it wasn’t just physical, it was emotional.
When it was time for him to leave, when the Beast kept his promise
and allowed Tobias his freedom, Tobias hadn’t even been sure that
he wanted to go.

And yet he had. He’d
returned home, tried to pick up his life, promised himself that
there was no way he would ever do what the Beast had said. That no
matter how much his body now craved the Beast’s touch, no matter
how much he ached to feel the Beast inside him again, he would
never voluntarily make his way back below ground, to return to the
man who had, for all intents and purposes, abducted him, had
changed so much, who had done something to him that was
continuing
to change
things...

And now, two weeks later,
sat here on the cliff, he was still trying to keep to that promise.
It was not easy. It
hurt
in a way Tobias didn’t understand. He woke up
thinking of the Beast, went to bed thinking of him, and every hour,
of every day, he was there, haunting his thoughts. It was almost a
type of madness, so consumed was Tobias by the man that he had
given himself to.

He could not get the Beast out of his
mind.

Part of him wasn’t even sure if he
wanted to.

And then there were the
changes...

Tobias scowled and shifted
slightly on the cliff edge. The cliff held firm, but then Tobias
had picked this spot because he knew that it would. It was all
granite here, rising up from the land below, allowing the waves to
smash at it constantly and never giving way. It was probably the
reason that his building had been constructed up here. A lone
structure that he had to walk a hundred odd steps every morning to
reach. Tobias had missed it when he’d been below ground. He just
hadn’t expected to miss below ground when he was back
above
it.

He picked up a small stone and rubbed
it between his fingers. If he applied just enough pressure it
almost felt like it would crumble so easily…he dropped the stone
and clenched his hand tight, something like a feeling of dread
running through him. Trying to pass his newfound love of the cold
off as an emotional response to his situation was a stretch in
itself, but the other things, the increased strength, the increased
energy, even the changes to his body, perhaps unnoticeable to
anyone else, but easily seen by him, there was no way he could
explain them. There was no answer that would make sense.

His curiosity demanded he search for
one.

His fear stopped him.

Tobias knew that at some point, one of
those two desires one would win…he just wasn’t sure
which.