MILK

READING SAMPLE

PICK YOUR DESIRE

BOOK 2

JONAH RAVENSHEAD

RAVENSHEAD PRESS

Milk

Reading Sample

Pick Your Desire 2

Copyright © 2025 by Jonah Ravenshead

Published by Ravenshead Press, Berlin

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To my shameless reader—

You know why you're here. Enjoy every sinful word.

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pick Your Desire - The Collection

About the Author

CHAPTER ONE

Simon’s desk was a blur of spreadsheets and emails, but his mind was elsewhere. Ethan. The name echoed in his head, coiled around his thoughts like a serpent. He shifted in his chair, the soft fabric of his slacks brushing against the slick warmth pooling in his briefs. The memory of Ethan’s voice—commanding, unyielding—sent shivers down his spine. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he couldn’t focus. Not when all he could think about was Ethan’s hands on him, Ethan’s cock inside him, Ethan’s piss filling him up, marking him.

He bit his lip, his hips twitching involuntarily. It had been three days since their last session, and the ache in his chest had only grown stronger. He needed Ethan. Needed his dominance, his control, his presence. He needed to feel like he belonged to someone again.

The sound of his phone vibrating on the desk jolted him back to reality. His heart leapt as he grabbed it, his fingers trembling as he unlocked the screen. It was a message from Ethan:

“Tomorrow night. My place. Wear something comfortable—something you can strip off in seconds.”

Simon’s breath hitched as he read the message, his cock twitching in response. The promise in Ethan’s words was unmistakable, and the thought of being at Ethan’s mercy again sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He knew exactly what to wear—something loose, something easy to discard. His mind raced with anticipation, already imagining the way Ethan would peel the fabric from his body, leaving him bare.

Simon’s breath hitched, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He imagined Ethan’s hands tearing his clothes off, his voice low and demanding as he ordered Simon to kneel, to submit, to take everything he gave him.

He couldn’t help it. His hand slid under the desk, fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his slacks. He glanced around the office, but no one was paying attention to him. His coworkers were absorbed in their own work, their faces illuminated by the glow of their monitors. Simon’s heart raced as he undid his zipper, just enough to slip his hand inside. The slick precum dampening his briefs made him moan softly, the sound fortunately muffled by the hum of the office.

“Keep it in your pants,” Ethan’s voice whispered in his head. “Be a good boy for me.”

Simon’s hand froze, his cock twitching violently as the first hot spurt of cum shot through the fabric of his briefs. The thick, sticky warmth spread quickly, soaking into the tight cotton that clung to his throbbing length. He bit his lip hard to stifle a moan, his hips jerking slightly as more cum pulsed out, coating his shaft and pooling at the base where it dripped down to soak his balls. The sensation was overwhelming—his cock twitched again, and another wave of cum spilled out, wetting the inside of his slacks and leaving a damp, shameful patch that no one in the office could see but him.

Ethan’s voice echoed in his mind, sharp and mocking. “Look at you,Simon, cumming in your pants like a desperate little slut. Can’t even wait until you’re home, can you? Pathetic.” Simon’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but the thought of Ethan’s judgment only made his cock throb harder. He could almost feel Ethan’s presence, could almost see the smirk on his face as he watched Simon squirm, his cum-soaked briefs clinging to him like a badge of shame. “You’re such a mess, aren’t you? My mess.” Simon’s cock gave one last weak twitch, spilling the last of his cum into the sticky mess he’d made. He slumped in his chair, breathless and trembling, the heat of his humiliation mingling with the electric thrill of submission.

He was Ethan’s. And Ethan would hopefully never let him forget it. This was for Ethan. He’d done as he was told, even if Ethan hadn’t been there to see it.

The rest of the day dragged on, the wetness in his briefs keeping Simon horny all the time. He shifted in his chair to find another position but movement sent a fresh wave of arousal through him, and he had to bite back moans more than once. By the time the clock struck five, he was a mess—his slacks damp, his cock half-hard, his mind consumed by thoughts of Ethan.

Simon’s breath was still shallow from the memory of Ethan’s voice, his cock still tingling from the mess he’d made in his office. He couldn’t wait to get home—not just to clean up, but to prepare. Tomorrow night, he would be with Ethan again, and he wanted to be ready. More than ready. He wanted to be perfect.

As soon as he stepped through the door, he shed his clothes, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. The cool air kissed his skin, but his heart was already racing with anticipation. He grabbed the dildo from his nightstand, its silicone surface smooth and familiar against his palm. It wasn’t Ethan’s cock, but it would have to do for now.

Simon knelt on the bed, his ass in the air. He slicked the dildo with lube and pressed the tip against his tight hole. His breath hitched as he pushed it in, the stretch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He wanted to take it deeper, wider, until he could feel every inch of it inside him.

“For Ethan,” he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. He pushed the dildo in further, his hole stretching to accommodate it. The burn was delicious, and he moaned softly as he began to move it in and out, each thrust making his cock twitch with need. He imagined Ethan watching him, his dark eyes filled with approval as Simon took the dildo like a good boy, his good boy.

“You’re doing so well, Simon,” Ethan’s voice teased in his mind. “Open yourself up for me. Let me see how much you can take.”

The words spurred him on, and he moved the dildo faster, his ass clenching around it as he pushed himself to take more. He wanted to be loose, open, ready for Ethan’s cock to plunge into him without hesitation. The thought made his hole flutter, and he moaned again, his own sounds echoing in the quiet room.

By the time he pulled the dildo out, his hole was slick and throbbing, the sensation of emptiness overwhelming. He collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving, his cock hard and dripping against his stomach. Tomorrow night, he would be with Ethan, and he would prove just how much he could take.

Simon lay on the bed, his body still buzzing from the pleasure of the dildo, but his mind wandered. Why was he so obsessed with Ethan? Being used was nothing new to him—he’d liked it, craved the feeling of being someone’s toy since he met Josh back then, being property for one night, one session. But Ethan was different. Sure, he was good-looking, but Simon was young, confident, and could have his pick of partners if he wanted to. Yet, it was Ethan who had him like this—desperate, trembling, and utterly consumed.

Was it the way Ethan didn’t fit the mold of the typical dominant guy? He wasn’t brooding or severe, didn’t pretend to be some untouchable figure of authority. Instead, Ethan was playful, almost smirky, as though he enjoyed the game as much as Simon did. His dominance wasn’t cold or distant—it was personal, intimate, like he knew exactly how to unravel Simon with just a word, a look, a touch.

Simon’s thoughts spiraled. Maybe it was that Ethan didn’t take himself too seriously. He didn’t need to posture or perform. His control felt effortless, natural, and that made it even more intoxicating. He wasn’t just a dom; he was Ethan, and there was something about that casual confidence that made Simon crave him in a way he’d never craved anyone else.

He sighed, his fingers tracing idle patterns on his stomach. Ethan’s smirk flashed in his mind, that knowing look that made Simon feel both exposed and cherished. Was that it? Did it matter that Ethan wasn’t the archetype of some stoic dominant? Maybe it was precisely that which drew Simon in—the fact that Ethan didn’t need to play a role because he was the role, effortlessly, unapologetically.

Simon’s cock twitched at the thought, and he bit his lip. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. He didn’t need to understand why Ethan had him so thoroughly hooked. All he knew was that he wanted—no, needed—more of him. Simon’s body was still thrumming from his earlier session, but the thought of Ethan had him desperate for more. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow night, but he should prepare. He had to prepare. For Ethan. He reached for the dildo again, its smooth surface cool against his palm, and coated it generously with lube. His cock twitched in anticipation as he knelt on the bed, his ass raised, his hole already tingling from the memory of being stretched.

He pressed the tip of the dildo against his entrance, his breath hitching as the pressure teased him. Slowly, he pushed it in, his hole yielding to the intrusion. The initial stretch was delicious, and he moaned softly as the dildo slid deeper, filling him inch by inch. He could feel every ridge, every curve, and it made his cock throb.

“For Ethan,” he whispered, his voice trembling with need. He pushed the dildo in further, his ass clenching around it as he took more, deeper, wider. The burn was intoxicating, and he moved his hips, driving the dildo in and out, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through him. His hole stretched to accommodate the thick toy, and he relished the sensation, the way it made him feel open, exposed, ready.

He imagined Ethan watching him, those dark eyes filled with approval as Simon worked himself open like a good boy. “That’s it, Simon,” Ethan’s voice echoed in his mind. “Take it deeper. Show me how much you can handle.”

The words spurred him on, and Simon fucked himself harder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His ass clenched around the dildo, his hole fluttering as he pushed himself to his limit. He wanted to be loose, open, perfect for Ethan—ready to take whatever he gave, however he wanted to use him.

By the time he pulled the dildo out, his hole was slick and throbbing. He collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving, his cock hard and dripping against his stomach. Tomorrow night, he would be with Ethan, and he would prove just how much he could take.

Simon lay there, his body buzzing with pleasure, but his mind was already racing ahead. He couldn’t wait to see Ethan again, to feel his hands on him, to hear his voice—low and commanding—as he pushed Simon to his limits.

CHAPTER TWO

Simon stood outside Ethan’s door, his heart pounding in his chest. He tugged nervously at the hem of his grey hoodie, the fabric soft against his bare skin underneath. He’d decided to skip the underwear, opting instead for the ease of stripping down when the time came. The grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, just loose enough to hint at the lack of anything beneath them. He took a deep breath and knocked.

The door swung open, and there was Ethan, leaning casually against the frame. His sagging baggie jeans hung low on his hips, revealing a glimpse of his hip bones, and the tight muscle shirt clung to his lean torso. The fabric stretched just enough to make it clear he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His messy brown hair was slightly damp, as if he’d just come out of the shower, and his mischievous eyes locked onto Simon’s with a smirk.

“Hey Simon,” Ethan’s voice was smooth, almost teasing. “Good you’re here. Come in.”

Simon stepped inside, his pulse quickening as Ethan closed the door behind him. The apartment smelled faintly of cologne and something earthy, like the lingering scent of smoke from a joint. Simon crossed his arms, trying to hide his nerves, and gave Ethan a cheeky grin.

“Still a nice place,” Simon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Very… minimalistic.” He gestured to the sparse living room, which was dominated by a large couch, a low coffee table and the bookshelf filled with toys.

Ethan chuckled, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “Well, it’s not like I’m trying to impress anyone. But speaking of minimalistic…” He stepped closer, his gaze dropping to Simon’s waist. “I see you decided to skip the underwear. Bold move.”

Simon’s cheeks flushed, but he held Ethan’s gaze, refusing to back down. “Thought it’d save time,” he quipped, his tone light but defiant. Why was it so hard to breathe when Ethan looked at him like that?

“Time, huh?” Ethan’s smirk widened, and he took another step closer, his presence towering over Simon. “Eager to get started, are we?”

“Maybe,” Simon shot back, his voice a little too shaky to sound convincing. “Or maybe I just didn’t feel like dealing with laundry.”

Ethan let out a low laugh, his fingers brushing against Simon’s waist as he guided him toward the couch. “Right. Because that’s the real issue here.” He motioned for Simon to sit, and Simon obeyed, sinking into the soft cushions. Ethan settled beside him, his thigh brushing against Simon’s.

Simon’s skin tingled at the contact, and he fought the urge to squirm. Ethan’s energy was overwhelming, a mix of confidence and control that made Simon’s stomach flip. There was something about Ethan that felt different—more intense, more dangerous and this feeling hit Simon like a slap on his cheek. Hecouldn’t get enough of it.

Ethan reached for the coffee table, producing the envelope from a drawer Simon picked last at the end of the last session. He handed it to Simon, their fingers brushing briefly. “Open it,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

Simon’s hands trembled slightly as he took the envelope. He glanced at Ethan, who was watching him with a predatory gleam in his eyes, and then looked down at the envelope in his hands. It still was bound with twine He carefully teared it open. Inside was a single card with two words written in bold, black ink:

GIVE MILK.

Simon’s breath caught in his throat as he read the words. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what it meant. He glanced up at Ethan, who was still watching him with that same infuriating smirk.

“What… what does this mean?” Simon asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan tilted his head, his gaze never leaving Simon’s. “It means exactly what it says,” he replied, his tone calm but firm. “You’re going to give me milk.”

Simon’s cheeks burned, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “But… I don’t have any milk,” he stammered, his brain struggling to keep up.

Ethan chuckled, leaning in closer until his lips were almost brushing against Simon’s ear. “Oh, Simon,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down Simon’s spine. “You have exactly what I need. You just have to be willing to give it to me.”

Simon’s breath hitched as Ethan’s hand slid down to his thigh, squeezing gently. It wasn’t really about milk, was it? His mind flashed back to the last time they were together, the way Ethan had used him, controlled him. This was just another game, another way for Ethan to assert his dominance.

“And if I don’t?” Simon asked, his voice trembling but defiant. He wasn’t sure why he was pushing back—maybe it was the thrill of testing Ethan’s patience, or maybe it was just his bratty nature coming through.

Ethan’s eyes darkened, and he leaned back, studying Simon with a look that made his skin crawl in the best possible way. “You will,” he said simply. “Because you want to. Because you know how good it feels to give me exactly what I want.”

Simon’s throat went dry, and he swallowed hard. Ethan was right, of course. He did want to—more than anything. But he wasn’t about to make it easy.

“Prove it,” Simon challenged, his voice a little stronger now. He met Ethan’s gaze head-on, his heart pounding in his chest. “Make me want to.”

Ethan’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “Oh, Simon,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

Before Simon could respond, Ethan’s hand was on his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together. Simon’s breath caught as Ethan’s lips brushed against his ear, his voice a low, commanding whisper.

“Take off your pants.”

Simon’s heart skipped a beat at Ethan’s command, his body already responding to the authority in that voice. He hesitated for only a moment before sliding his sweatpants down his legs, his breath coming shallower with every inch of skin revealed. Ethan’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his smirk widening with satisfaction.

Ethan reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Simon’s thigh before wrapping around his length. Simon gasped, his body tensing at the sudden contact. Ethan’s grip was firm but not rough, his hand moving with a practiced ease that left Simon trembling.

Simon tried to focus, to make sense of what was happening, but Ethan’s hand was too much—too good. His mind felt foggy, overwhelmed by Ethan’s touch. He bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it escaped anyway, soft and shaky.

“That’s it,” Ethan said, his voice low and steady. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Simon’s ear. “Let go, Simon.”

Simon’s breath came in short, uneven gasps as Ethan’s hand moved faster, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tip with every stroke. His body arched involuntarily, his thighs trembling as he tried to hold on, tried to keep from falling apart too soon. But Ethan seemed to sense his struggle, his grip tightening ever so slightly, his movements becoming more deliberate.

“Don’t fight it,” Ethan urged, his voice a commanding whisper. “You’re mine tonight, remember? And I want you to give me everything.”

Simon whimpered, his fingers clawing at the couch cushions as the tension in his body reached a breaking point. His breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest, and he could feel himself unraveling, the pleasure building with every stroke of Ethan’s hand.

“Cum for me, Simon,” Ethan demanded, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of tenderness. “Now.”

And just like that, Simon broke. His body convulsed, his breath catching in his throat as he came, the waves of pleasure crashing over him in a dizzying rush. Ethan’s hand didn’t stop, milking every last drop from him until Simon was trembling and spent, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Ethan leaned back, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Simon’s trembling body sink into the couch. His fingers still glistened slightly, and he held them up for Simon to see, his gaze dark and possessive.

"See?" Ethan said, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "There’s your milk. And trust me, Simon, you’re going to give me much more of it tonight." His words were soft but commanding, leaving no room for doubt as he wiped his fingers on Simon’s thigh, marking him in a way that felt almost deviously intimate.

Simon’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing as Ethan’s words sank in. His body still tingled from the aftermath, and yet, somehow, he already felt the stirrings of something more—something deeper. Ethan’s dominance wasn’t just about control; it was about ownership, and Simon was all too eager to surrender.

"There’s plenty more where that came from," Ethan continued, his tone teasing but with an edge that made Simon shiver. "And I intend to take every drop."

Simon swallowed hard, his mind and body still buzzing from Ethan’s touch. He felt a flicker of defiance rise in him, despite the haze of submission clouding his thoughts. “I’m not a cow,” he muttered, his voice shaky but laced with a hint of brattiness, as if he needed to remind Ethan—or maybe himself—that he still had some semblance of control over this.

Ethan’s lips curled into a sly grin, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Yet,” he said simply, the single word dripping with promise. It was enough to make Simon’s stomach flip, his pulse quickening at the implication. Ethan’s gaze was unwavering, commanding, and Simon felt himself shrink under its weight, even as his body thrummed with anticipation.

“Now,” Ethan continued, his tone sharp and leaving no room for argument, “take off your sweatshirt. I want to see you present yourself. Properly.”

Simon hesitated for only a moment, his fingers trembling as they gripped the hem of his grey hoodie. He pulled it over his head, the fabric catching briefly on his tousled blonde hair before it fell away, leaving him exposed. His smooth, hairless chest glistened faintly in the low light, his skin flushed with a mix of arousal and vulnerability. He folded his arms across his chest instinctively, a small attempt to shield himself, but Ethan’s sharp gaze stopped him.

“Arms down, Simon,” Ethan commanded, his voice soft but firm. “Let me see you.”

Simon obeyed, lowering his arms slowly and letting them rest at his sides.The exposure felt good. The way Ethan's eyes lingered on his nipples, his toned stomach, the slight curve of his hips. Ethan’s expression was a mix of hunger and approval, and it made Simon’s skin prickle with heat.

He felt a strange swell of pride, knowing that Ethan was looking at him, that he was the one Ethan had chosen for this. It wasn’t just about being submissive—it was about being wanted. Simon’s heart raced as he stood there, Ethan’s gaze like a physical weight on his skin, and for a moment, he felt a twisted sense of power. He was here, and no one else was. Ethan wanted him.

Ethan reached out, his fingers brushing lightly over Simon’s collarbone before trailing down to his chest. Simon shuddered at the touch, his breath catching in his throat. “You’re perfect, Simon. Exactly what I need.”

Simon’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. He was proud—proud to be here, proud to be seen, and maybe, just a little, proud to be Ethan’s.

PICK YOUR DESIRE - THE COLLECTION

Pick Your Desire is a seductive series exploring the depths of submission and the thrill of surrender. After discovering his true cravings in Awakening, Simon embarks on a journey of sexual exploration with different men, each encounter pulling him deeper into the world of kinks and submission. From the softness of silk restraints to the pain of denial, Simon learns that true freedom lies in giving up control. Every story is a new temptation — a test of trust, vulnerability, and unfiltered desire.

How far will Simon go to satisfy his hunger for submission?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jonah Ravenshead is a Berlin-based author known for their deeply descriptive and evocative queer erotica. Drawing inspiration from personal experiences and desires, Jonah writes in a stream of consciousness style that captures the raw, unfiltered emotions, thoughts and intimacy of their characters. With a background in the golden days of LiveJournal and Tumblr, they craft stories that explore vulnerability, trust, and the complexities of desire within queer relationships.

When not writing, Jonah enjoys Berlin’s vibrant queer scene, getting lost in a good book, or savoring a strong cup of coffee.

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Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Pick Your Desire - The Collection

About the Author