Thursday, 5 February 2026

Collared: Volume 1 by HSF

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Book Title: Collared: Volume 1

Author/Publisher/Cover Artist: HSF

Release Date: October 15, 2025

Tense/POV: First-person, past tense, single POV

Genres: Contemporary Gay Romance, BDSM, Erotica

Tropes: Master/sub dynamics, BDSM training, total power exchange, collaring, exhibitionism

Kink Elements (explicit): Watersports, group sex, pup play, fisting, chastity, remote-control toys

Themes: Total submission and ownership, consensual degradation and public use, whoring out, pup play, gang-bang, kink events, body marking/branding

Length: 32 065 words/approx. 125 pages

Heat Rating:  5 flames

A very brief Volume 1.5 is available for free on author’s website (as a digital book, posts, and podcast episodes). This is because Volume 1.5 depicts hypnosis, and there is a concern that some booksellers would consider it an expression of 'dubious consent'.

Off-limits: Volume 1 of Collared does not include so-called dubious consent (and certainly no rape or other illegal activities).

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A sub drawn deeper into submission on his Master’s leash—through public use, private service, and every desire in between.

Blurb 

It all begins at the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco and then dives into House Slave Fag’s growing submission — from public displays to intimate encounters at a bar, a pool party, and even scenes of service under his Master’s sports team. Intimate, raw, and reverent, it’s not just about what happened — it’s about everything he hoped would happen next in real life. Includes 12 chapters (approx. 125 pages).

Excerpt 

When I first began writing about kink, it was with this story. It was back during the COVID-19 pandemic, when I was horny as hell, but couldn't have physical contact with anyone, while I was sheltering at home with a part of my family.

I call this my lead story, because it is the story that is most closely related to my real life. All of my stories convey my fantasies, but in this one I am simply sharing scenarios I imagined as taking things a few steps further with my real-life Master. Keep in mind that this entire story, which I continue to develop, is based on the premise that my Master has the liberty to enact anything that I dared depict in it.

I was quite nervous about going with my Master to Folsom Street Fair, the world famous kinky event, where they close off a street and practically anything goes. It’s one thing to walk around and see others display their kinks, but it’s something completely different to be entirely exposed and displaying my own kinks to the general public, even if it is in a sort of welcoming or appropriate environment. It is still on the street. People could take photographs of me (although it’s polite to seek permission) and I have a career to worry about. My Master is not unreasonable, and he told me I can wear the leather hood I recently ordered online. It’s thick and it will cover my head from all sides. People will only see my body, shoes and eyes through the holes in the hood, so they’re not likely to be able to identify me, he reassured. I was still worried about it, but I had to agree that he was right.

With that it was settled and I got ready for our outing. He gave me some time in the morning to douche and shower. Then the remote-controlled butt plug went into my butt hole. I locked the metal chastity cage on my dick and returned the spare key to him. I put on a jockstrap with the word slave written on the waistband. He chose for me the shortest gym shorts I had, and of course the “slave” waistband had to be visible on top. On my shoulders I was instructed to wear the harness he had me order online. My collar necklace would be visible under the harness. On top I was allowed to wear a sleeveless hoodie for the car ride, and in case it got colder later in the day. My butt hole vibrated briefly, as he checked it was working through the app on his phone. While it vibrated, it also lit up with changing colors that were visible through the thin garment of my gym shorts.

My Master was standing by the door, dressed in leather pants, a buttoned-down black shirt and a leather tie. “Come over here,” he motioned. “Put my tall leather boots on.”

I got down on my knees and put both of the heavy boots on his athletic legs. I could feel his developed calves as I zipped the boots up. I was starting to get up, but he stopped me.

“Stay there,” he instructed, as he patted my head. “I know you’re nervous about today. Don’t be. Just follow my lead and everything will be fine. I’ll be showing you off to a lot of people, so make me proud. You’ll have the protection of the hood, so don’t worry about being discreet. Now kiss my boots and let’s go,” he instructed.

I leaned forward to kiss his boots, one at a time, taking in the smell of the leather and then I said “thank you, Sir.”

He patted my head again and said “good boy!”. I was filled with pride and let out a purr. With that, I rose to my feet, head down. He gave me his bag to carry and the key to the car. We got out of the apartment and into the car, with me in the driver’s seat and him in the back, as usual. I switched on the radio on a station he liked, playing EDM; put the address he gave me into my phone’s google maps; and we drove off.

About the Author 

HSF is a gay erotic writer exploring the psychology of Dominance, submission, and a range of kinks.

Collared to his Master for six years, he began documenting his journey into deeper submission through short fantasy stories and diary-style posts reflecting on erotic power exchange. What started as playful storytelling became a passionate creative practice—and a way to inspire others to explore their own desires.

Since launching his blog over two years ago and his podcast several months later, HSF has published seven books, blending raw sexuality with introspection, emotional honesty, and the thrill of submission. His work celebrates kink in all its forms—its community, its freedom, and the deeply personal transformations it can spark.

He continues to write, record, and share his evolving journey with a growing audience of readers, listeners, subs, Doms, and everyone in between.

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Monday, 2 February 2026

An Impossible Mate - Joy Lynn Fielding

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Book Title: An Impossible Mate

Author and Publisher: Joy Lynn Fielding

Cover Artist: GetCovers

Release Date: January 29, 2026

Tense/POV: alternating dual third person pov, past tense

Genres: Paranormal MM Romance

Tropes: Fated mates, forced proximity, slow burn, reluctant mates, pack dynamics.

Themes: Trust, belonging, self-forgiveness, letting go of guilt, found family.

Length: 65 000 words/252 pages

Heat Rating: 4 flames (Graphic, but not frequent)

The story has a complete romance arc. One element of the larger series plot continues into the next book.

It does not end on a cliffhanger.

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The line between order and chaos, heartbreak and happily ever after, has never been thinner… or more tempting to cross.

Blurb

Alpha shifter Matt Urban is always in control. He has to be. Keeping his territory, his pack, and himself tightly leashed is the only way to protect his precarious peace. So when a defiant, smart-mouthed lone wolf stumbles into his territory, Matt’s first instinct is to drive him out. His second instinct? Quite the opposite, unfortunately…

Jesse Turner learned a long time ago that his safety depends on never belonging to anyone. No packs. No family. And definitely no bossy, overbearing, disturbingly hot alphas. Which means he should stay as far away from Matt as possible. Too bad doing what he should has suddenly lost all appeal…

It's not long before Matt will have to decide how far he’s willing to go to protect the mate he never wanted, and Jesse will need to decide if running from Matt is survival, or the biggest mistake of his life.

Easy, right?  

Try impossible

An Impossible Mate kicks off the Strength of the Pack series—character-driven M/M fated-mates romances with an overarching plot, slow-burn tension, and men worth falling for. If you like reluctant soulmates, found family, and shifters who absolutely do not talk about their feelings (until they do), welcome to the pack. A complete six-book series releasing weekly January 29 through March 5

Content note: This series includes material that some readers may find distressing. Full details are available on the author’s website: https://joylynnfielding.com/cw.

Note: This novel is a substantially expanded new edition of the novella originally published in 2013.

Excerpt 

“What’s your name?” Matt asked abruptly, swinging around the chair Bryce had been sitting on and straddling it, his wrists resting loosely on its back.

“None of your damn business.” There was a mutinous spark in the blue eyes that glared at him, and the mulish jaw was set even more firmly.

“You don’t speak that way to an alpha.” Bryce’s voice sounded gentle, but Matt could hear the warning in it.

The guy didn’t even blink at the warning. Just curled his lip like he’d had too many people try to make him bow down before. “He ain’t my alpha.”

As Matt rose slowly to his feet, six foot two of coiled power and authority, the guy seemed to rethink the wisdom of his attitude. 

“Jesse.” It came out sullenly. 

“Jesse what?”

“Turner. And who the hell are you?”

“I’m Matt Urban, alpha of this pack. That’s my beta, Bryce. What are you doing in my territory, Jesse?”

Jesse shook his head and fisted his hands in the blankets he was holding to his bare chest. Like he was some kind of modest maiden. Or, Matt realized an instant later, like he was vulnerable and scared. The way his fists were twisted in the blanket looked like he expected to be yanked out of the bed.

“Didn’t know it was your territory,” Jesse said. Then he let out a little huff. “Sorry if I was trespassing.”

Matt didn’t believe him for an instant. It was impossible for any shifter to have missed the fact this was a pack’s territory. His best guess? Jesse was frightened of them, and he was saying what he thought Matt wanted to hear.

Matt stepped closer, holding his gaze. His wolf pushed against his skin, hungry for something. Truth, he thought. 

“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t pick up our scent markers?”

“Well, hell, the place smelled of a whole bunch of wolves, but I didn’t know it was your property,” Jesse protested. “Listen, this has been all kinds of nice, but I gotta go. I need my boots.”

It sounded snarky, but Matt heard the fear behind it, sharp and sour. He turned away to straighten the chair, using the movement to keep his wolf tamped down. He’d figure out later just why his wolf was so front and center tonight.

“How long since you found him?” he asked Bryce.

Bryce tipped his head as he thought back, working it out. “Must be about an hour.” He evidently saw the way Matt was clenching his jaw. “There was no point in letting you know when you were driving. Figured I’d fill you in as soon as you got home.”

Matt supposed that was fair. But it didn’t mean he liked it. The safety of the pack was his responsibility, and it was a sacred trust. 

Jesse was practically vibrating with adrenaline. If Matt kept pushing, he’d only get more lies. He’d try a different tack. Not least because that corporate catered lunch had been hours ago, and the scent of food had made its way in from the hallway until Matt wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into a juicy steak.

He’d get Jesse to let his guard down, to lose that snarky defiance he clearly used as a defense. Then, it would be easier to wrest the truth out of him. 

“I’ve only just gotten in, and I need to eat,” he said casually. “You can join us for whatever Jason’s cooked up tonight before you go.”

He hoped Jesse would agree. Otherwise, he’d have to make him, and after a long and frustrating day dealing with shifter bureaucracy, he didn’t want to go to the effort.

“Think he’s doing steak and baked potatoes,” Bryce said. His voice was just as casual as Matt’s, but he knew what he was doing. “And cheesecake for dessert.”

Jesse’s stomach gurgled. They all pretended not to notice.

“Reckon I could stay just a while longer,” Jesse said, after due consideration, as if he were doing them a great favor.

“Do you want a shower before you get dressed?” Bryce asked.

“You sayin’ I need one?”

“Hell, yes,” Matt said, before he could stop himself.

To his surprise, Jesse suddenly grinned. Without the strain in his face, and with a smile like that, he was a goddamn heartbreaker.

Matt turned away. 

“Ten minutes,” he said. “We eat in the kitchen. Bryce will show you.”

He left. If he stayed, he might just do whatever it took to see that smile again, and Matt didn’t get to want things like that anymore. Not when he still tasted blood in his dreams.

About the Author 

Joy Lynn Fielding lives in a small English market town, where she nurtures enthusiasms for vintage aircraft, horses and gardening. An avid researcher for her books, she delights in uncovering unusual facts and sharing them with anyone within earshot. She insists this has never led to anyone hiding behind the furniture.

Joy writes at the pace her health allows, powered by enthusiasm, optimism and, above all, coffee. She hopes her books offer good company to anyone navigating their own winding paths.

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Collared: Volume 1 by HSF