Forbidden Cravings [Craving Roth]

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Text copyright © 2023.

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NOTE:::--- Your comments will mean a lot to me. Tell me what you think about the story, your suggestions will be highly appreciated.

Also, let me know if this story needs a BOOK2 Or not.

I have a lot to write about Roth and Tristan.

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FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS:::

Forbidden cravings are undeniably tempting, the experience of craving someone, yearning for that which is unattainable is undoubtedly painful. It feels tantalizingly close, yet frustratingly out of reach.

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DEDICATION:::

` To the rebellious boy out there who crave to be spanked and cuffed by his male best friend,

` To the rebellious boy out there who crave to lick, taste and fuck his male best friend,

` To the rebellious boy out there who crave to call his male best friend " Master" while ready to be his submissive.

Your secret is safe with the me♡

` To the girls who love reading gay romance.

` To the girls who love boyxboy erotic love stories

This book is for you.

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PROLOGUE:::

Tristan swallowed hard, barely able to recognize Roth's voice anymore. His attention was immediately drawn to Roth's erect penis, proudly standing at full attention, with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

Before he could comprehend the situation, his legs were swiftly bound by handcuffs connected to the bedposts. "Roth..." he whispered, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest.

"I only want to hear my name as I ravage you," Roth proclaimed, handcuffing his hands to both ends of the bedposts.

Tristan experienced an overpowering mixture of fear and anticipation as he witnessed a side of Roth that he had never seen before.

This man standing right in front of him possessed a frightening and dominating aura. He remembered falling for the straight Roth, but right here in Roth's cave, he's feeling a primal attraction toward the dominating gay Roth.

His body quivered at the thought of what Roth had in store for him tonight.

"Roth..." he whispered again, his voice tinged with both trepidation and excitement.

"Utter my name once more, and my cock will find its way into your mouth, drilling your throat," Roth warned, securing a blindfold tightly around Tristan's eyes.

Leaning in close, his lips brushed against Tristan's earlobe. "Rebellious boys like you deserve to be punished. I am the only one who can turn you into a bad boy. Until I do so, you have no right to act like one."

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CHAPTER ONE:::

Where It All Begins:

Beneath the surface lies a cohort of individuals burdened with concealed secrets, solemnly committed to carrying them to their final place of rest; however, there exist those who have summoned the courage to voice their thoughts, boldly articulating their true emotions without hesitation, regardless of the potential consequences.

These hidden truths often revolve around harboring intense affection for individuals deemed off-limits. These individuals, if their genuine sentiments were exposed, would undoubtedly be condemned and abhorred by society.

The experience of loving something unattainable is undoubtedly painful, yearning for that which cannot be obtained. Once a secret is revealed, its clandestine nature dissipates; however, when kept buried, concealed, and pondered upon, it transforms into an addiction.

Perhaps the most distressing scenario is finding oneself trapped in a predicament where the heart craves something unattainable, sparking an internal conflict between one's rationality and emotions.

During such moments, one is compelled to question the reasons behind these circumstances and the justification for enduring such torment. Answers elude them, yet they are perpetually haunted by the weight of these emotions.

If you have ever experienced forbidden desires towards someone or something, you will intimately understand the overwhelming discomfort that arises, fully aware that obtaining what you yearn for is an impossible dream. It feels tantalizingly close, yet frustratingly out of reach.

Nothing exudes allure or becomes addictive unless willingly allowed to invade one's thoughts, replaying numerous scenarios in the mind. Temptation and cravings only possess power when they align with one's own desires.

As many profess, forbidden cravings are undeniably tempting. Nonetheless, deep down, we all recognize that they defy what is natural and just. Sometimes, they are the very things worth craving and pursuing. Secrecy carries an element of thrill, an undeniable allure, injecting a certain vigor into our lives like a potent drug, drawing us in and infusing our otherwise mundane existences with excitement.

Tristan Faughn has successfully managed to repress the thoughts that have caused him restless nights, opting to keep this secret buried for the entirety of his life. Throughout the years, his burning desire for his closest friend has transformed into an addiction, constantly urging him to defy any potential consequences and divulge his true feelings.

In spite of their physical proximity and the intimacy they share, encompassing intense gazes, laughter, uncomfortable smirks, and enjoyable moments, Tristan experiences an immense emotional gap separating him from Roth. Questioning his readiness to confront the consequences of revealing his true feelings, and unsure of the potential repercussions on their lives, Tristan resolves to keep this undisclosed truth hidden. Unquestionably, this is the optimal decision for their individual well-being, their deeply bonded friendship, and, above all, for Roth's benefit, exclusively Roth's.

Holding a small mug in his grasp, Tristan brings it towards his mouth and takes a swift sip of the sweetened coffee. Simultaneously, he observes Roth engrossed in reading a news article, which Tristan suspects may be centered on Roth himself.

In a rare instance unknown to Roth, Tristan seized the opportunity to observe him. There was no denying that he was the most attractive man Tristan had ever laid eyes upon. Roth epitomized a seductive and commanding presence that entranced Tristan and held him captive.

From the way his brow furrowed to the tightening of his jaw, the disheveled yet effortlessly stylish dark hair that exuded a nostalgic crush-like aura, the elegance and grace with which he held the magazine in his perfect hands, reminiscent of a dominant ruler, to his flawless nose and the twinkle in his eyes as he chuckled – Tristan was certain that Roth was divinely curated to meet God's utmost satisfaction.

Tristan couldn't help but swallow hard as Roth moistened his lips and turned another page of the magazine, realizing that Roth was engrossed in the interview he had given to the biggest television network in the country.

The perfection that was Roth was something Tristan could gaze upon endlessly without ever growing weary. However, he quickly regained control of his thoughts and averted his gaze as Roth briefly glanced in his direction before refocusing his attention on the magazine once more.

Clearing his throat, Tristan proceeds to ask about Roth's plans for the weekend, choosing to feign ignorance regarding the multitude of women eagerly awaiting Roth's attention. A simple phone call or a few text messages would result in a swarm of women flocking Roth's doorstep, competing for entry into his bedroom and his affectionate embrace.

Roth looked up, his eyes meeting Tristan's. Nonchalantly, he shrugged his shoulders, flashing a mischievous grin at Tristan. "Same old, same old, buddy," he playfully replied.

"Roth! Aren't you tired of this game?" Tristan exclaimed, laughing and shaking his head. He couldn't help but tease, "I bet you've exhausted every ounce of pleasure from the embodiment of manhood between your legs," jestingly gesturing towards Roth's nether regions.

Roth threw his head back in raucous laughter, "This vessel of virility shall never run dry, my dear Tristan," Roth proclaimed. "It was endowed with endless capacity by its divine creator. I am merely fulfilling its intended purpose." Locking eyes with Tristan, Roth cocked an eyebrow and added, "But tell me, is there something you're hiding? I have seldom seen you revel in life's pleasures as I do. Is there a secret you're keeping?" Fully giving Tristan his absolute attention, he asked him, with the magazine kept on the table in front of them. With a small seductive smile on his face, Roth observed Tristan.

Tristan had undoubtedly caught his attention, surpassing many other fine men that Roth had come across. Despite being only two inches taller than Tristan, they shared similar qualities when it came to their looks.

To Roth, Tristan embodied a unique blend of femininity and masculinity. He admired Tristan's impeccable sense of fashion and every aspect of his life. Roth had even expressed his admiration to Tristan on several occasions. Tristan exuded an aura of purity, flawlessness in every way, which only deepened Roth's attachment and strengthened their bond. Roth made it his priority to ensure Tristan remained a constant presence in his life.

Tristan felt a lump form in his throat as his gaze trailed from Roth's eyes to his lips and then back again. He could discern the mischievous twinkle in Roth's eyes as he looked up, realizing that Roth was toying with him. After all their years of friendship, nothing could escape Roth's notice.

Roth possessed intelligence, humor, candidness, and a touch of sass that Tristan secretly admired. Roth, known for his extroverted nature, has never failed to be the center of attention wherever he goes. With his charismatic personality, he exudes an undeniable charm that captivates both men and women alike.

His striking appearance, wealth, and widespread recognition have only added to his aura of appeal. One can never experience a dull moment with Roth in their midst. In truth, Tristan yearned to possess those qualities himself. Alas, he remained the antithesis of his vivacious best friend.

Ever since their encounters in an arcade over a decade ago, Tristan and Roth had been inseparable, developing an unbreakable bond. Tristan was privy to each and every one of Roth's romantic liaisons, both with single and married women. During the early stages of their friendship, Roth's engagement with other women, his dates, and his prominent feature on the covers of various magazines as an irresistible heartthrob posed no issues for him.

However, everything took a dramatic turn on one fateful evening. Tristan, under the impression that the bathroom was unoccupied due to the absence of running water, opened the glass door and entered. Having recently come back from the gym, he was in need of a brief, refreshing shower before heading to Roth to find out what activities they had in store for the day.

Tristan's eyes became fixated on the unfolding scene, rendering him stuck in place, unable to move. Immediately, his throat felt dry, prompting him to hastily swallow his saliva to relieve the parched sensation. As his gaze intensified, a fiery blend of desire and hunger ignited within his darkened eyes.

His physical response became apparent as his body betrayed him, clearly reacting to his intensifying arousal. This potent image forever changed the course of his life, not only altering his sexuality but also reshaping his perception of Roth from that moment forward.

Throughout his life, he had encountered numerous instances of exposed men, primarily through films and magazines, hidden amongst a collection of untold secrets. However, never before had he laid his eyes upon a man so exquisitely beautiful, and it just so happened that this man was his best friend.

While observing Roth from behind, his attention was captivated by the impressive breadth of his shoulders, the well-defined muscles of his back, followed by the alluring curvature of his rounded and shapely buttocks, and finally, the sight of his athletic, hairy legs.

Tristan quietly yearned for Roth to simply turn around and face him, for it was only then that his deepest longing would be fulfilled: to lay eyes upon the revered statue nestled between Roth's legs, a sight that had enchanted women and left them yearning for more, and a hidden sight that had become the sole object of Tristan's fantasies.

Tristan realized that he could never view Roth in the same light as before. The person standing in front of him surpassed perfection, akin to a deity. If only he could summon the courage to make a bold move, this presented the perfect opportunity to advance on Roth - to touch him, to kiss him, to caress him, to fuck Roth.

Before him in the grand bathroom, Roth stood completely nude, radiating an air of self-assuredness. Roth stood before the expansive bathroom mirror, basking in his nudity and radiance. With eyes gently shut, he gracefully swept his hair back with one hand, his other hand resting confidently on his waist. Roth had luxuriated in a leisurely bath, allowing the water to gracefully flow down his physique.

Unaware of Tristan's presence just moments away, Roth's captivating figure held Tristan's attention, causing his heart to race wildly. Tristan desperately swallowed as his eyes hungrily devoured Roth's exposed form, unknown to Roth himself, who remained blissfully unaware of Tristan's close proximity. Tristan could hardly contain his gasp, his body betraying him as he felt his cock harden, all as a result of secretly gazing and lusting after Roth.

This image remained etched in Tristan's memory throughout the passing years, invading his thoughts and permeating his dreams. Consequently, it began to reshape Tristan's perception of Roth more and more, altering his thoughts and sparking an insatiable desire within him for his best friend.

Tristan, an introverted soul who preferred solitude, entrusted his confidences to Roth only in times of great need. He had embraced Roth's suggestion of hosting a radio show, and with Roth's business commitments demanding his full attention, Tristan assumed control over all radio broadcasts, save for the sex doctor program.

The topic of eligible bachelors in the country has always ignited heated debates, with numerous individuals pondering and discussing why the most attractive and sought-after men have chosen to remain single. Among these eligible bachelors, Roth Dimitri undoubtedly holds the title for being one of the most enticing in the country.

This affluent individual, who is thirty years old and stands at a towering height of 6'7", possesses a striking appearance with well-defined features, an enchanting smile, and alluring eyes that captivate anyone who gazes into them.

Displaying a confident disposition and physically fit physique that emanates strength, with a dominating aura, his one and only objective is to refrain from developing uncontrollable romantic emotions towards women, regardless of their race or physical attributes, and to never commit to marriage.

Some individuals who have encountered Roth may describe his sexual desires as unconventional, as he yearns for physical intimacy with the same intensity that a drug addict craves drugs, thoroughly savoring the touch of a woman's body against his own.

He is greatly preoccupied with her scent and taste, as well as making her cry his name in pleasure. No woman has ever managed to resist Roth's allure or match his pace, especially when he employs his seductive grin or showcases his charming smile, which beautifully accentuates his dimples and immaculately white teeth. Additionally, with a mere wink, he is able to provoke a dampening effect on their undergarments.

Roth has attended numerous parties and clubs, developing a keen understanding of when and how to captivate women. He possesses a fondness for both sex and women who are open to indulging in kinky encounters. Roth has become a master at bringing women to orgasm; with the mere touch of a finger, he can have them writhing in ecstasy beneath him.

He has earned a notorious reputation for utilizing his self-invented tactics on any woman who approaches him seeking sensual delights. Eventually, he grows weary of them and ceases to inquire about their identities, swiftly moving on to his next conquest. Roth abstains from inviting any of these women to his home, deeming them unworthy of his personal quarters.

Instead, he chooses to take them to one of his hotels, never bothering to spend an entire night with a single individual. Once he has sated his sexual cravings with any given woman for a few days, he leaves her and pays her no further attention.

Even when he happens to encounter one of them at the various extravagant dinner parties to which he is frequently invited, or when she has positioned herself as a gold-digger intent on tarnishing his reputation in exchange for millions of dollars, Roth does not bestow upon her a single appreciative glance. Not even a second or fleeting glance, regardless of whether he would come face to face with her once again.

Given his prominent standing within the industry, as well as the fact that his radio show is the most popular in New York City, a secret known only to Tristan, it immensely satisfies Roth to assist others in matters of sex. With millions of listeners, callers, and even audacious women shamelessly inquiring about a potential one-night stand.

His role in helping them with their sex lives brings a strong sense of fulfillment.

Roth's skill in the art of flirting is unmatched; he is no ordinary sex therapist. He has a natural understanding of how to help women explore their desires, and his goal is to ensure that all his female listeners experience orgasm, while also turning his male listeners into experts in sexual gratification.

In no time, he was able to attract female callers and leave them aroused and eager, while male callers became angry, demanding more advice on satisfying their partners.

Despite living a fulfilling life at a young age and possessing immense wealth and undeniable handsomeness, Roth still felt that something was missing.

Tristan nervously cleared his throat before confronting Roth, "I thought you liked Sally when I introduced her to you." He felt embarrassed in the office after Roth caught him staring at his lips. Tristan frequently found himself unable to control his longing and passionate gaze toward Roth, though often unintentionally. These reactions were simply instinctive responses to Roth's presence, and Roth, aware of the implied meaning behind that gaze if directed at him by a woman, would reciprocate with an enticing and alluring smile to Tristan.

Tristan regretted involving Sally in his complicated life. Though he deeply respected her, Tristan wasn't ready to commit to a relationship with her or any other woman. He admired and held Sally in high regard but felt guilty for using her as a cover.