Alex Bélanger was supposed to be a policy-track heir, not collateral in a twisted criminal underworld society. But when his father’s empire collapses and his family’s assets are seized, the only way to protect his sister is to sell himself at auction to highest bidder, Marc Ricci, the rough enforcer who’s hated him since high school. Now, at Marc’s first public “session,” Alex must perform submission for an audience of underworld rivals, including the one man from his past who might still see him as something more than property. Can Alex survive the demonstration long enough for it to matter?

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter of Le Milieu centers around a public sex scene intended to be humiliating. While not written in the usual language of the humiliation and degradation niche, it may nonetheless be more disturbing. As always, mature reader discretion is advised.

Unfortunately, I am still quite hoarse in the recording. Whether I sound better or worse than the Substack robo-voice is up for debate.

In any case, enjoy listening to chapter six!

In the aftermath of a $15 million dollar auction, Alex Bélanger navigates the gilded cage of Marc Ricci’s ancestral home, where morning eggs are served with warmth and threats of public degradation arrive by nightfall, where the collar at his throat marks him as property but his composure remains an unbreachable fortress. As Marc swings violently between clumsy tenderness and performative cruelty, the cracks in his fourteen-year obsession begin to show, while outside the house, old enemies circle and a decades-long conspiracy quietly tightens its grip. His world has narrowed to a taut, psychosexual chess match where both players are learning the rules as they break them and neither man is quite what the other expected.

I apologize for the delay in releasing this. It’s been 106F here and my allergies have been on the warpath. I have been quite hoarse. I waited for it to clear up a bit, but I am still quite hoarse in the recording. Whether I sound better or worse than the Substack robo-voice is up for debate.

In any case, enjoy listening to chapter six!

In Montréal’s criminal underworld, Alex Bélanger has been sold at auction for fifteen million dollars and delivered naked and collared to the estate of Marc Ricci, a man who has been obsessively watching him since high school. What begins as a clinical inspection of purchased property unravels into fourteen years of pent-up confession, fury, and a desperate, broken plea to be seen by the one person who never once looked up. By dawn, the line between ownership and surrender has blurred beyond recognition for both of them.

I went ahead and recorded an audio version of this chapter because it is very long. I know many of you like to listen to the stories instead of read them. I did my best to kill the southern accent for you so the French wouldn’t be totally butchered. I didn’t have time to do much editing but I hope this sounds better than the Substack robo-reader does. Let me know in the comments!

Throwing it back to when high-heat recording was a regular thing for me. Dusted this one off and I think you’re really going to enjoy it. The script is an absolute banger. A devastatingly tight, achingly hot piece scripted by a Redditor named Hypnostein. Hope it hits just right.

In a near-empty hotel bar, a self-confessed sex fiend who calls himself J. accepts a silent invitation when a nervous stranger slips him a room key and a room number scribbled on a cocktail napkin. Braced by scotch and ego, J. lets himself into the darkened room in the early hours of the morning, stepping into a dangerous game of anonymous lust where the line between predator and prey blurs with every touch. What begins as a reckless power play quickly turns into a raw, intimate struggle for dominance. Each man tries to consume the other before being consumed himself. Told in sharp, unrepentant prose, this transgressive one-night encounter becomes a defiant sermon on the near-religious power of physical connection. My name is J., and I’m proud to say I’m a sexaholic.

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In this emotionally charged opening chapter, Jesse is at his breaking point. A full-time student, he’s been clear about his boundaries, but his brief fling with the overly intense Luke has turned suffocating. After seventeen text messages, an uninvited visit, and a fist slammed against his apartment wall, Jesse ends things with a quiet finality that speaks to a maturity far beyond his twenty-one years. Exhausted and shaken, he calls his chaotic but loyal friend David, who convinces him to abandon his lonely night for a late pool party at a stranger’s house in Plano, setting the stage for a collision that feels less like chance and more like gravity.

At the party, Jesse bypasses the bar to lose himself in a painting in the hallway—a moment of solitude that instantly draws the attention of his host, Wade. The attraction is immediate but understated, built on a shared reverence for the art and a mutual recognition of something rare. Wade, a forty-one-year-old man who owns the house and the lake retreat and the effortlessly calm dog that never warms to anyone, is used to men falling over him. But Jesse is different—he’s guarded, sharp-witted, and speaks about light and color with a sincerity that unlocks something Wade has kept bottled up for years. Jake’s pointed warning (“he’s not going to bed with you tonight”) only sharpens the charge between them, transforming the party into a slow-burn negotiation of desire where the real prize isn’t a hookup, but the chance to be seen.

As the night deepens and Jesse’s walls lower just enough to accept a guest room and a next-day invitation to the lake, a new kind of tension settles over the story. This isn’t just a rebound romance; it’s the first, quiet pulse of a larger mystery. For readers who crave a romance where the erotic charge comes from patience rather than haste, and where a character’s choice to trust after being hurt is more thrilling than any instant attraction, this chapter plants the seeds of a profound, slow-building connection. With a richly drawn cast, the promise of sun-drenched lake days, and the lingering sense that unseen forces are aligning these men for a purpose far greater than a summer fling, the stage is set for a story where monogamy is a hard-won destination, and the journey there tests every boundary they have.

Four men, bound by bloodlines they never knew existed, must navigate a web of ancient secrets, treacherous desire, and a predatory supernatural force that feeds on the fault lines between them. Trust is a weapon, love is a liability, and the only way to stop a king is to crown a new one—or become one themselves. Monogamy is the destination, not the starting point. The erotic charge comes from watching two couples navigate a field of other bodies, other desires, until they finally choose each other. That choice carries far more weight when they’ve had other options all along.

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In the fog-choked solitude of a cemetery where a groundskeeper has already vanished, Kyle discovers he’s inherited more than a job. He’s inherited a predatory supernatural force that feeds on isolation, and a strange, burning symbol that’s been seared into his apartment wall—matching an identical mark on an ancient mausoleum. Kyle has spent a decade running from the violent visions that plague him and the mysterious scars carved into his own flesh, convinced that safety lies in solitude. But the fog has other plans, and the dead left a warning he can’t ignore: It knows I’m alone.

When Luke, a broad-shouldered boxing trainer with whiskey-colored eyes, is inexplicably pulled to the cemetery at midnight, the electric collision is more than just desire. A deep, physical hum awakens in both their chests, a tuning-fork resonance that flares only when they’re near each other. Their meeting is raw with the tension of two men who are far more accustomed to using their fists than exposing their hearts, forced to admit that the safest choice might be to stop running from each other.

But Kyle and Luke are only the first pieces of a fractured, blood-bound legacy. As the symbols multiply and the shadow in the fog begins to speak, the story widens to encompass four men bound by a supernatural inheritance they never knew existed. The path forward is treacherous and charged with a different kind of danger: the exquisite, agonizing pull of multiple attractions in a field of other bodies and other desires. Their erotic journey is not about instant fidelity but about the devastating power of choice—the moment when they navigate a labyrinth of temptation and finally choose each other, transforming monogamy from a default setting into an earth-shattering, hard-won destination.

Trust becomes a weapon, love becomes a liability, and the only way to stop the ancient king hunting them is to crown a new one—or for one of them to seize the throne himself. This is a story where the horror is deeply intimate and the romance feels apocalyptic, asking whether the bonds between these men can be forged into something strong enough to survive the predatory forces that feast on the fault lines between them.