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Story Summaries
Demonic Desires
Darian and his entire family have the dubious pleasure of being indentured to a minor noble with major aspirations. When his lord offers his family freedom from servitude in exchange for him, he can’t really blame them for taking the deal. Darian is promptly taken to the market to be sold in order to prop up his lord’s flagging finances. In defiance, he does his level best to make sure he’s never on his best behavior in the hopes that this will prevent potential buyers from choosing him to warm their beds.
Just when it appears that not one single soul is brave enough to take him home, a strange demon wearing a silver mask takes notice of the unruly boy. Nylis was supposed to be choosing his new scribe though technically he was supposed to be looking for one inside the palace. As a member of the triumvirate council, he is one of the most powerful men in the world but even power won’t make it easy to find a slave who can put up with his temper.
Nylis, who would much rather ask for forgiveness than permission, can’t bring himself to care that his steward is fit to be tied with him. He’s just stumbled on the most perfect young man at the marketplace and decides he’ll stop at nothing to make the boy his.
Just when it appears that not one single soul is brave enough to take him home, a strange demon wearing a silver mask takes notice of the unruly boy. Nylis was supposed to be choosing his new scribe though technically he was supposed to be looking for one inside the palace. As a member of the triumvirate council, he is one of the most powerful men in the world but even power won’t make it easy to find a slave who can put up with his temper.
Nylis, who would much rather ask for forgiveness than permission, can’t bring himself to care that his steward is fit to be tied with him. He’s just stumbled on the most perfect young man at the marketplace and decides he’ll stop at nothing to make the boy his.
Indecent Checkup
When you have a medical fetish, the last place you really want to go in a crisis is to the hospital. When you’re gay, your doctor turns out to be a major hottie, and you have a medical fetish, being stuck in a tiny examination room with the guy is something akin to torture. When the medical aid you need requires you to bend over and cough for said handsome doctor, you might as well just embrace being embarrassed out of your mind.
Kyle had been enjoying a little alone time with himself when there was a mishap. Now he has a problem. A really big problem. A really big problem that takes two DD batteries, won’t stop vibrating, and needs urgent medical attention. And the last thing Kyle needs for his peace of mind is any sort of attention from his attractive doctor.
Kyle had been enjoying a little alone time with himself when there was a mishap. Now he has a problem. A really big problem. A really big problem that takes two DD batteries, won’t stop vibrating, and needs urgent medical attention. And the last thing Kyle needs for his peace of mind is any sort of attention from his attractive doctor.
Jack and the Giant
When Jack decides to attend a rural university while he tries for his degree in animal medicine, he also inherits his great uncle’s house. With the house comes a beat up old car that he happily sells to a strange old woman for a little bit of money. When he wakes up the next morning, he finds the pile of bills has somehow disappeared from his nightstand and in its place is a large, strangely shaped seed and a note promising that if he plants the seed he will have a fortune beyond his wildest dreams.
Dejected but without any other options that he can think of, Jack plants it and goes to bed. The very next morning, he wakes to find a truly massive tangle of vines stretching into the clouds. As any adventurous young man would do, he decides to climb it and finds that things are a lot larger above the clouds. When he’s caught exploring a huge house by the equally huge homeowner, it turns out that the man is just as curious about Jack, who fits into the palm of his hand, as Jack is by the giant.
The giant receives few visitors, especially ones as handsome and miniscule as this one. When his new friend becomes curious about what a giant keeps in his pants, who is he to turn Jack down?
Dejected but without any other options that he can think of, Jack plants it and goes to bed. The very next morning, he wakes to find a truly massive tangle of vines stretching into the clouds. As any adventurous young man would do, he decides to climb it and finds that things are a lot larger above the clouds. When he’s caught exploring a huge house by the equally huge homeowner, it turns out that the man is just as curious about Jack, who fits into the palm of his hand, as Jack is by the giant.
The giant receives few visitors, especially ones as handsome and miniscule as this one. When his new friend becomes curious about what a giant keeps in his pants, who is he to turn Jack down?
Skinwalker
By the time spring break rolls around, Jared is so tired of sitting inside studying that he plans a small hiking trip for himself. He’d grown up in south Florida and no one had warned him about how quickly the weather could change in the North Carolina mountains. When it starts to snow, he falls and sprains his ankle trying to get back to his car before he freezes to death in his thin clothes. In shock from his injury, he passes out from hypothermia and is in great need of rescue.
Levi, a young man and shape shifter who lives in those very same woods, is close to the trail when Jared injures himself. As a wolf, he rescues the handsome young man and has the strength to carry him home to warm him up. When the cure for hypothermia is some good old fashioned naked snuggling, things are bound to get hot and heavy when two virile young men are trapped together in a small cabin during a multi-day snowstorm. When one of them has trouble controlling his animal impulses during mating season and the other can’t stop ogling his sometimes furry rescuer, you either have a recipe for disaster or something amazing.
Levi, a young man and shape shifter who lives in those very same woods, is close to the trail when Jared injures himself. As a wolf, he rescues the handsome young man and has the strength to carry him home to warm him up. When the cure for hypothermia is some good old fashioned naked snuggling, things are bound to get hot and heavy when two virile young men are trapped together in a small cabin during a multi-day snowstorm. When one of them has trouble controlling his animal impulses during mating season and the other can’t stop ogling his sometimes furry rescuer, you either have a recipe for disaster or something amazing.
Billionaire Bully
Summary:
When Caleb receives the phone call alerting him that he has been hired for a very cushy position as a secretary for the CEO of one of the largest information technology companies in the country, he’s thrilled. He’s only recently graduated from college and never expects to be chosen for this job that he’d applied for on a whim. Elated, he immediately packs up and moves to New York City, away from everyone and everything he has ever known.
However there IS something familiar about his new life and his new job. Caleb can’t help but feel like he’s met his handsome new boss somewhere before. When it dawns on him that ‘Nathaniel’ his boss and ‘Nate’ the bully that tormented him throughout his childhood are one in the same, he wonders what danger he’s gotten himself into.
And Nathaniel is truly dangerous but not in the way he assumes. Caleb knew he would be tormented by his new boss but he never expected to like it!
Exerpt:
"“More!” Caleb demanded, “Harder!” When he was ignored he arched his back, trying to force the other man to be rougher with him. It felt good to have his nipples sucked but he knew it would feel even better to have them bitten and tormented. “Stop teasing me, I want to hurt.”
Nathaniel listened then but not in the way he expected. The larger man gripped him by the waist and lifted him up so that he was sitting on the top of the desk before reaching down to rummage in one of the lower desk drawers. Triumphantly, he held a set of small metal clothespins aloft which were connected together with a thin silver chain. When he realized what exactly these items were, he prepared to ask his boss why he kept nipple clamps in his office drawers.
However just as he opened his mouth to voice the question, the first metal clip was securely attached to his left nipple and instead of speaking, he cried out instead. When the other was attached he moaned, cock hardening in his pants in reaction to the painful sensation. He’d often wondered when it had gone wrong with him, when exactly had the nerves in his body gotten crossed and begun to translate pain into pleasure. In that moment, he didn’t particularly care because it simply hurt too good to pay attention to anything but the sharp pain in his nipples.
Nathaniel had gone right back to rummaging in his drawer but he hadn’t let go of the chain between the nipple clamps. This time simply pulled out several items and placed them on the desk next to the trussed redhead, all the while giving little tugs on the chain to keep Caleb on the edge. The taller man finally sat back in his chair with an evil little smile on his face. “Let’s see how else we can decorate you.”"
When Caleb receives the phone call alerting him that he has been hired for a very cushy position as a secretary for the CEO of one of the largest information technology companies in the country, he’s thrilled. He’s only recently graduated from college and never expects to be chosen for this job that he’d applied for on a whim. Elated, he immediately packs up and moves to New York City, away from everyone and everything he has ever known.
However there IS something familiar about his new life and his new job. Caleb can’t help but feel like he’s met his handsome new boss somewhere before. When it dawns on him that ‘Nathaniel’ his boss and ‘Nate’ the bully that tormented him throughout his childhood are one in the same, he wonders what danger he’s gotten himself into.
And Nathaniel is truly dangerous but not in the way he assumes. Caleb knew he would be tormented by his new boss but he never expected to like it!
Exerpt:
"“More!” Caleb demanded, “Harder!” When he was ignored he arched his back, trying to force the other man to be rougher with him. It felt good to have his nipples sucked but he knew it would feel even better to have them bitten and tormented. “Stop teasing me, I want to hurt.”
Nathaniel listened then but not in the way he expected. The larger man gripped him by the waist and lifted him up so that he was sitting on the top of the desk before reaching down to rummage in one of the lower desk drawers. Triumphantly, he held a set of small metal clothespins aloft which were connected together with a thin silver chain. When he realized what exactly these items were, he prepared to ask his boss why he kept nipple clamps in his office drawers.
However just as he opened his mouth to voice the question, the first metal clip was securely attached to his left nipple and instead of speaking, he cried out instead. When the other was attached he moaned, cock hardening in his pants in reaction to the painful sensation. He’d often wondered when it had gone wrong with him, when exactly had the nerves in his body gotten crossed and begun to translate pain into pleasure. In that moment, he didn’t particularly care because it simply hurt too good to pay attention to anything but the sharp pain in his nipples.
Nathaniel had gone right back to rummaging in his drawer but he hadn’t let go of the chain between the nipple clamps. This time simply pulled out several items and placed them on the desk next to the trussed redhead, all the while giving little tugs on the chain to keep Caleb on the edge. The taller man finally sat back in his chair with an evil little smile on his face. “Let’s see how else we can decorate you.”"
The Night Circus
Summary:
When Aiden’s grandmother dies and the bank forecloses on her house, he’s forced to leave and eke out a new life for himself on his own. Though shy and naïve, Aiden is willing to do anything to escape from the tedium of rural Nebraska, even if it means overcoming his shyness hitchhiking the whole way. With nothing but a backpack full of clothes and a few hundred dollars to his name, he begins to make his way towards California and a new life.
His whole plan changes when he’s picked up from a lonely highway by a member of the erotic, adults-only Night Circus. It seems they are in desperate need of a small acrobat for one of their acts and Aiden, with his gymnastics experience and flexibility, just happens to fit the bill. Though he has concerns about joining a circus where the idea is to entice and arouse the audience, the chance to make a living doing what he loves is too great. It’s easy enough for them to convince him to give it a try but convincing Lawrence, the stern owner of the peculiar circus and his new dance partner, is another story.
And there’s something about Lawrence’s dark features and handsome face that makes Aiden’s chest feel tight and his breath catch. Not that an innocent, “straight” country boy would know anything about that.
Excerpt:
"He started with a series of back handsprings and ended with a perfectly executed back flip, landing with both feet solidly on the ground and arms spread wide. Feeling more confident, he repeated his earlier motions except in reverse, his front handsprings and front flip landing him back where he had started in front of the group of men. On his second pass, Aiden slowed down considerably to show off his flexibility instead of his agility. Slowly he bent backwards until his body was bowed over like a bridge. He carefully brought one leg up, then the other, until he was balanced in a perfect handstand. Aiden slowly extended his left leg and let his body fall naturally into a full split.
If he had been watching his audience, he would have seen the winces of sympathy some of the men sent his way. There was just something about a man doing splits that always sent other men clutching for their genitals in horror. Aiden would also have seen the darkly interested look on Lawrence’s face as he bent backwards and exposed a taut golden strip of abdomen. If he had ever had the opportunity to watch himself perform, he would have known that these moves pushed his pelvis forward into high relief, drawing a great deal of attention to what hung between his legs.
As he was unaware of both of these things and of the fact that Lawrence’s gaze now lingered on the clear bulge of his cock pressed against the thin fabric, he continued to bend himself into more complicated positions until he finally ended his display balanced precariously on his elbows with back bent at a shocking angle and his legs artfully splayed above his head. He paused for effect, only unwinding to stand upright when the cheers of his small audience reached his ears."
When Aiden’s grandmother dies and the bank forecloses on her house, he’s forced to leave and eke out a new life for himself on his own. Though shy and naïve, Aiden is willing to do anything to escape from the tedium of rural Nebraska, even if it means overcoming his shyness hitchhiking the whole way. With nothing but a backpack full of clothes and a few hundred dollars to his name, he begins to make his way towards California and a new life.
His whole plan changes when he’s picked up from a lonely highway by a member of the erotic, adults-only Night Circus. It seems they are in desperate need of a small acrobat for one of their acts and Aiden, with his gymnastics experience and flexibility, just happens to fit the bill. Though he has concerns about joining a circus where the idea is to entice and arouse the audience, the chance to make a living doing what he loves is too great. It’s easy enough for them to convince him to give it a try but convincing Lawrence, the stern owner of the peculiar circus and his new dance partner, is another story.
And there’s something about Lawrence’s dark features and handsome face that makes Aiden’s chest feel tight and his breath catch. Not that an innocent, “straight” country boy would know anything about that.
Excerpt:
"He started with a series of back handsprings and ended with a perfectly executed back flip, landing with both feet solidly on the ground and arms spread wide. Feeling more confident, he repeated his earlier motions except in reverse, his front handsprings and front flip landing him back where he had started in front of the group of men. On his second pass, Aiden slowed down considerably to show off his flexibility instead of his agility. Slowly he bent backwards until his body was bowed over like a bridge. He carefully brought one leg up, then the other, until he was balanced in a perfect handstand. Aiden slowly extended his left leg and let his body fall naturally into a full split.
If he had been watching his audience, he would have seen the winces of sympathy some of the men sent his way. There was just something about a man doing splits that always sent other men clutching for their genitals in horror. Aiden would also have seen the darkly interested look on Lawrence’s face as he bent backwards and exposed a taut golden strip of abdomen. If he had ever had the opportunity to watch himself perform, he would have known that these moves pushed his pelvis forward into high relief, drawing a great deal of attention to what hung between his legs.
As he was unaware of both of these things and of the fact that Lawrence’s gaze now lingered on the clear bulge of his cock pressed against the thin fabric, he continued to bend himself into more complicated positions until he finally ended his display balanced precariously on his elbows with back bent at a shocking angle and his legs artfully splayed above his head. He paused for effect, only unwinding to stand upright when the cheers of his small audience reached his ears."
His Roman Master Trilogy
When Roman Legionaire Commander Septimus sets eyes on a beautiful young “woman”, he never suspects what he has gotten himself into. The lovely, defiant, and decidedly male Laliya is not at all pleased to be taken in the night from his sleepy village in the foothills of northern Mesopotamia.
At first, the young man is reluctant and ashamed to have been castrated. In his rural home he is mocked and reviled for he is unable to fulfill his traditional role as a man and marry. Septimus wins the boy's trust by accepting him for what he is and the slave quickly warms to his proud and handsome master. How could he not when the Roman puts so much effort into seducing him?
WARNING: This story contains graphic gay sex (m/m), kidnapping, mentions of castration, and Master/slave relationships.
Excerpt:
"With difficulty, Septimus stepped back from the dazed man and began to pull the pale blue cotton tunic over his head. Laliya would have protested had his head not been reeling from his Dominus' attentions. As it was, he still had the good sense to cup his hands protectively over his aching cock as he stood for the Roman's inspection.
Throwing the tunic to the corner of the tent without bothering to fold it, Septimus drank in the sight of his new acquisition. Oh but this would not do, the boy was clearly painfully embarrassed, trying to cover himself and failing terribly. “Delictus drop your hands; do not hide from me.”
And here it was, the moment when his secret would be plain for his Master to see. He prepared himself for the laughter and the disgust he would surely see in the Roman's eyes. Slowly, terribly ashamed, he lowered his hands and dropped them to his sides. He couldn't bring himself to meet his Dominus' eyes for fear of what he would see. Septimus was entirely ignorant to this inner turmoil and simply drank in the sight of the lovely boy. He was thin, yes, but still wonderfully fit and lightly muscular in a way that aroused him terribly. It was a wonder that he was so smooth and hairless as well. There were clear tufts of black hair under his arms, a light smattering on his legs, and a small fine thatch surrounding that lovely pink cock but he was smooth beyond that.
Something was off, Septimus couldn't quite place his finger on it but then he realized suddenly what was missing. “You're a eunuch Laliya,” he said simply."
At first, the young man is reluctant and ashamed to have been castrated. In his rural home he is mocked and reviled for he is unable to fulfill his traditional role as a man and marry. Septimus wins the boy's trust by accepting him for what he is and the slave quickly warms to his proud and handsome master. How could he not when the Roman puts so much effort into seducing him?
WARNING: This story contains graphic gay sex (m/m), kidnapping, mentions of castration, and Master/slave relationships.
Excerpt:
"With difficulty, Septimus stepped back from the dazed man and began to pull the pale blue cotton tunic over his head. Laliya would have protested had his head not been reeling from his Dominus' attentions. As it was, he still had the good sense to cup his hands protectively over his aching cock as he stood for the Roman's inspection.
Throwing the tunic to the corner of the tent without bothering to fold it, Septimus drank in the sight of his new acquisition. Oh but this would not do, the boy was clearly painfully embarrassed, trying to cover himself and failing terribly. “Delictus drop your hands; do not hide from me.”
And here it was, the moment when his secret would be plain for his Master to see. He prepared himself for the laughter and the disgust he would surely see in the Roman's eyes. Slowly, terribly ashamed, he lowered his hands and dropped them to his sides. He couldn't bring himself to meet his Dominus' eyes for fear of what he would see. Septimus was entirely ignorant to this inner turmoil and simply drank in the sight of the lovely boy. He was thin, yes, but still wonderfully fit and lightly muscular in a way that aroused him terribly. It was a wonder that he was so smooth and hairless as well. There were clear tufts of black hair under his arms, a light smattering on his legs, and a small fine thatch surrounding that lovely pink cock but he was smooth beyond that.
Something was off, Septimus couldn't quite place his finger on it but then he realized suddenly what was missing. “You're a eunuch Laliya,” he said simply."
The Pirate's Willing Captive 1 & 2
Kai is an orphan boy who grew up on the streets of the planetary megacity Bouron 3. His entire life has been a struggle to survive and to remain one step ahead of the syndicate run street gangs that would capture him and pimp him out because of his good looks. Kai has been living on the streets for as long as he can remember and spent his childhood running with a small gang of children. He was protected throughout his youth by a large, dark skinned boy of Tanithian descent named Ajal. Like his ancestors, he was a skilled fighter and easily lead the small gang of children under his protection, by all rights keeping them alive when they would have been unable to survive on their own.
Kai hasn't seen Ajal for eight long years after he disappears one day and never returns to the abandoned factory the kids were squatting. He is presumed dead by all but he continues to hope that maybe his childhood crush survived and will one day find him again. It is a childish dream and Kai moves on with his life as best as possible. While working at a diner, he is scouted by a man who recruits staff for the interplanetary cruiseline Stardust Industries. Glad to take a job that includes benefits and a much needed raise in pay he begins to work as a cook aboard one of their largest ships, The Meteor.
Barely a week into his new job, the ship is attacked by a band of pirates eager to loot the rich bounty of the cruise ship. No stranger to fighting for his life, Kai arms herself with every intention of protecting his new found cash flow. However, everything changes when he has a chance encounter with the Tanithian captain of the pirate vessel who has a very familiar scar across the bridge of his long, thin nose...
WARNING: This story contains graphic homosexual sex, light bondage, pirates, and size queening.
Excerpt:
"Kai was lying on his side facing the interior wall of the bunk. He often slept this way so that friend never knew how it aroused him to sleep next to him. It presented his backside to Ajal and on this morning it seemed that the large man had capitalized on the opportunity. There was clearly a large, blunt object pressed between his buttocks and the auburn-haired man blushed as red as his hair when he understood exactly what was wedged in the crack of his ass.
Worse still, Ajal seemed to be in the throws of some erotic dream because he was insistently rubbing himself against Kai's softly clad backside. The younger man felt himself instantly harden, unable to stop himself from enjoying the attentions. He pressed himself back against that probing hardness, reveling in the sensation of having that huge cock pressed against him. From the feel alone it appeared that his friend's erection was proportional to his rather massive frame.
Kai shivered as he felt warm breath ghost across his ear. Ajal was lightly moaning in his sleep as he ground himself against the smaller man's supple bottom, completely oblivious to his actions or what effect those actions were having on the other. Driven by some primal need, the Tanithian tried to achieve a better angle for his rutting pleasure by tossing his leg over Kai and pressed him into the bed. Well pleased with himself, Ajal continued to thrust his hips against his friend and vocalize his enjoyment in deep moans and grunts."
Kai hasn't seen Ajal for eight long years after he disappears one day and never returns to the abandoned factory the kids were squatting. He is presumed dead by all but he continues to hope that maybe his childhood crush survived and will one day find him again. It is a childish dream and Kai moves on with his life as best as possible. While working at a diner, he is scouted by a man who recruits staff for the interplanetary cruiseline Stardust Industries. Glad to take a job that includes benefits and a much needed raise in pay he begins to work as a cook aboard one of their largest ships, The Meteor.
Barely a week into his new job, the ship is attacked by a band of pirates eager to loot the rich bounty of the cruise ship. No stranger to fighting for his life, Kai arms herself with every intention of protecting his new found cash flow. However, everything changes when he has a chance encounter with the Tanithian captain of the pirate vessel who has a very familiar scar across the bridge of his long, thin nose...
WARNING: This story contains graphic homosexual sex, light bondage, pirates, and size queening.
Excerpt:
"Kai was lying on his side facing the interior wall of the bunk. He often slept this way so that friend never knew how it aroused him to sleep next to him. It presented his backside to Ajal and on this morning it seemed that the large man had capitalized on the opportunity. There was clearly a large, blunt object pressed between his buttocks and the auburn-haired man blushed as red as his hair when he understood exactly what was wedged in the crack of his ass.
Worse still, Ajal seemed to be in the throws of some erotic dream because he was insistently rubbing himself against Kai's softly clad backside. The younger man felt himself instantly harden, unable to stop himself from enjoying the attentions. He pressed himself back against that probing hardness, reveling in the sensation of having that huge cock pressed against him. From the feel alone it appeared that his friend's erection was proportional to his rather massive frame.
Kai shivered as he felt warm breath ghost across his ear. Ajal was lightly moaning in his sleep as he ground himself against the smaller man's supple bottom, completely oblivious to his actions or what effect those actions were having on the other. Driven by some primal need, the Tanithian tried to achieve a better angle for his rutting pleasure by tossing his leg over Kai and pressed him into the bed. Well pleased with himself, Ajal continued to thrust his hips against his friend and vocalize his enjoyment in deep moans and grunts."
The Billionaire's Boy
You aren't supposed to want to be drilled through the floor by your best friend's father. You definitely aren't supposed to want it if he's married, the owner of your college, and the richest man in town. However, the details of wrong and right get a little fuzzy when he lures you to a fetish club in the middle of the night...
At a Christmas party for his small college, sprinter and new student Alex Cross meets and instantly falls for the incredibly handsome and stunningly virile Damian Lancaster. The very same Mr. Lancaster who both owns and presides over the private school as president. Alex is painfully aware of the difference in their social statuses and he convinces himself that there is no way this man, who is old enough to be his father and apparently happily married, could ever want to have a relationship with him.
Damian is of another mind. He's enchanted by the sweet naivety of the younger man and connives to have Alex all to himself. While he is well-versed in one night stands and other such brief
interludes within the local fetish community, he has never tried to take on a boy for his very own. Alex is only too willing to be his slave and it isn't long before Damian has the young man beneath him
and the two of them begin a torrid affair.
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of graphic gay (m/m) sex. It also contains an uneven power dynamic, descriptions of lengthy blowjobs, bondage, and attractive older men corrupting and using innocent college students who so totally want it.
Excerpt:
Damian's hand closed tight around his dick and Alex actually yelped in both surprise and deep enjoyment. It seemed absolutely impossible that the President of his college would have his hand down his pants and be providing him with a really well executed hand-job but it was happening."Well two can play at that game," Alex thought through a wicked haze of please. There was absolutely no way he was going to let Damian have all the fun.
It was a failure before he even started, he was awkward in the cuffs and as he tried to dip his hands down between them to fumble at the zipper on the other's jeans, Damian batted him away.He made a sound of indignant protest and tried again but was still repelled. Alex glanced at the older man and saw that his eyes were dancing with humor. He thrust up into that tight grip, unable to stop himself but still managed to exclaim, "you have to let me touch you!" in a tone of voice that came out as much more of a petulant whine than he had intended.
Laughing cruelly and clearly enjoying tormenting the younger man, Damian pulled himself up off of the slender form beneath him and sat up, his back pressed against the couch. "If you're so desperate
boy, get down on your knees in front of me."
Alex was entranced by the sight of the huge cock as it pressed firmly against the fabric, tight enough that he could see the swell of the head. Without realizing it, he leaned forward to get a closer look,
his own erection throbbing painfully in response. His lips felt strange and his mouth empty and he knew that he had to wrap his lips around that cock or he was going to go crazy waiting.
"Please can I have it?" Alex asked hopefully.
Damian simply considered him for several long moments, his own large hands massaging the obvious bulge through his jeans, his eyes dark with desire. Yet when he spoke, his voice was hard "that was a pathetic attempt at begging, boy. You can do better than that."
Alex looked up into the steely gaze and swallowed convulsively. He thought before carefully framing his words, "Please can I suck your cock? I need it in my mouth right now. You can do whatever you want, use me however you want just let me have your cock." He looked beseechingly at Damian but the man didn't appear swayed. "Please, Master!"
At a Christmas party for his small college, sprinter and new student Alex Cross meets and instantly falls for the incredibly handsome and stunningly virile Damian Lancaster. The very same Mr. Lancaster who both owns and presides over the private school as president. Alex is painfully aware of the difference in their social statuses and he convinces himself that there is no way this man, who is old enough to be his father and apparently happily married, could ever want to have a relationship with him.
Damian is of another mind. He's enchanted by the sweet naivety of the younger man and connives to have Alex all to himself. While he is well-versed in one night stands and other such brief
interludes within the local fetish community, he has never tried to take on a boy for his very own. Alex is only too willing to be his slave and it isn't long before Damian has the young man beneath him
and the two of them begin a torrid affair.
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of graphic gay (m/m) sex. It also contains an uneven power dynamic, descriptions of lengthy blowjobs, bondage, and attractive older men corrupting and using innocent college students who so totally want it.
Excerpt:
Damian's hand closed tight around his dick and Alex actually yelped in both surprise and deep enjoyment. It seemed absolutely impossible that the President of his college would have his hand down his pants and be providing him with a really well executed hand-job but it was happening."Well two can play at that game," Alex thought through a wicked haze of please. There was absolutely no way he was going to let Damian have all the fun.
It was a failure before he even started, he was awkward in the cuffs and as he tried to dip his hands down between them to fumble at the zipper on the other's jeans, Damian batted him away.He made a sound of indignant protest and tried again but was still repelled. Alex glanced at the older man and saw that his eyes were dancing with humor. He thrust up into that tight grip, unable to stop himself but still managed to exclaim, "you have to let me touch you!" in a tone of voice that came out as much more of a petulant whine than he had intended.
Laughing cruelly and clearly enjoying tormenting the younger man, Damian pulled himself up off of the slender form beneath him and sat up, his back pressed against the couch. "If you're so desperate
boy, get down on your knees in front of me."
Alex was entranced by the sight of the huge cock as it pressed firmly against the fabric, tight enough that he could see the swell of the head. Without realizing it, he leaned forward to get a closer look,
his own erection throbbing painfully in response. His lips felt strange and his mouth empty and he knew that he had to wrap his lips around that cock or he was going to go crazy waiting.
"Please can I have it?" Alex asked hopefully.
Damian simply considered him for several long moments, his own large hands massaging the obvious bulge through his jeans, his eyes dark with desire. Yet when he spoke, his voice was hard "that was a pathetic attempt at begging, boy. You can do better than that."
Alex looked up into the steely gaze and swallowed convulsively. He thought before carefully framing his words, "Please can I suck your cock? I need it in my mouth right now. You can do whatever you want, use me however you want just let me have your cock." He looked beseechingly at Damian but the man didn't appear swayed. "Please, Master!"
Schoolboy
Gabe should probably be embarrassed about the fact that he's twenty years old and still a high-school senior but he has other things on his mind. Namely, the sexy teacher that everyone knows is gay. However Gabe runs into a problems here because, as far as the school knows, he's supposed to be 'Gabi', a female student.
In order to obtain a scholarship, Gabe faked his gender and has been crossdressing since the first day of school. Which is only a problem because there's no way his very gay teacher would want to have anything to do with a female student.
After quite literally exposing his secret in a bid to seduce the older man into bed, Gabe realizes he's made a horrible mistake. He thought his strict but mild-mannered Biology teacher would be just as mild-mannered in bed. The boy is in for a world of hurt when Cameron punishes his student for trying to seduce him in class.
Gabe was desperate to sleep with his teacher and Cameron kindly obliges, only he's much rougher and demanding than the boy could have imagined. Far from upset at this, Gabe embraces his inner submissive and learns that accepting punishment can lead to amazing rewards.
Warning: This story contains graphic m/m sex between two consenting adults, it also includes corporal punishment, cross-dressing, shameless abuse of panties, and good, old fashioned desk sex.
EXCERPT:
"The beginning of the day went by excruciatingly slow for Gabe, it felt like it had been days and not merely hours. When the bell rang to release him from the class before Biology, he actually gave a whoop and dashed from the room. In fact, by the time he made it to the outer building where the science labs were, he wasn't paying any attention. He zoomed around the corner to the Biology room so quickly that he ran smack dab into a figure trying to get to the room from the other direction. Gabe, being a fairly small boy, rebounded off the man, and hit the floor with a loud crash.
The menace's books and papers went flying, but more importantly, he went flying and so did his pleated school skirt. This was not a good thing. Gabe looked at the person he had smacked into and was actually quite glad to see that it was actually Camron. In fact, by the way the man was staring at something below his waist and above his thighs, Gabe assumed that he couldn't have executed this 'unveiling' more theatrically.
Cameron was just standing there, his mouth gaping with strange rabid thoughts running laps through his head, 'Gabi is not a girl, he's is a boy. I like boys, and I also like Gabi. He looks so cute lying on the floor like that. Makes me want to...wait...no! Gabi is a student! But he's of legal age...HE'S STILL A STUDENT..." and so on and so forth.
Taking the older man's silence as a good sign, Gabe sat up slowly whilst covering his bits again with the hem of the skirt. "Oh how clumsy of me! I didn't mean to run into you, honest." He started picking up his fallen books and papers, before hoisting himself up. With a finger, he closed Cameron's gaping mouth and couldn't help letting a dark chuckle escape.
He deepened his voice for emphasis, "what a naughty boy I've been, not wearing panties today. I suppose I shall have to be punished. But not now, of course, class is starting." And with that, he flounced up to Cameron, planted a kiss on his cheek, and continued into the Biology room, leaving a very stunned teacher in his wake."
In order to obtain a scholarship, Gabe faked his gender and has been crossdressing since the first day of school. Which is only a problem because there's no way his very gay teacher would want to have anything to do with a female student.
After quite literally exposing his secret in a bid to seduce the older man into bed, Gabe realizes he's made a horrible mistake. He thought his strict but mild-mannered Biology teacher would be just as mild-mannered in bed. The boy is in for a world of hurt when Cameron punishes his student for trying to seduce him in class.
Gabe was desperate to sleep with his teacher and Cameron kindly obliges, only he's much rougher and demanding than the boy could have imagined. Far from upset at this, Gabe embraces his inner submissive and learns that accepting punishment can lead to amazing rewards.
Warning: This story contains graphic m/m sex between two consenting adults, it also includes corporal punishment, cross-dressing, shameless abuse of panties, and good, old fashioned desk sex.
EXCERPT:
"The beginning of the day went by excruciatingly slow for Gabe, it felt like it had been days and not merely hours. When the bell rang to release him from the class before Biology, he actually gave a whoop and dashed from the room. In fact, by the time he made it to the outer building where the science labs were, he wasn't paying any attention. He zoomed around the corner to the Biology room so quickly that he ran smack dab into a figure trying to get to the room from the other direction. Gabe, being a fairly small boy, rebounded off the man, and hit the floor with a loud crash.
The menace's books and papers went flying, but more importantly, he went flying and so did his pleated school skirt. This was not a good thing. Gabe looked at the person he had smacked into and was actually quite glad to see that it was actually Camron. In fact, by the way the man was staring at something below his waist and above his thighs, Gabe assumed that he couldn't have executed this 'unveiling' more theatrically.
Cameron was just standing there, his mouth gaping with strange rabid thoughts running laps through his head, 'Gabi is not a girl, he's is a boy. I like boys, and I also like Gabi. He looks so cute lying on the floor like that. Makes me want to...wait...no! Gabi is a student! But he's of legal age...HE'S STILL A STUDENT..." and so on and so forth.
Taking the older man's silence as a good sign, Gabe sat up slowly whilst covering his bits again with the hem of the skirt. "Oh how clumsy of me! I didn't mean to run into you, honest." He started picking up his fallen books and papers, before hoisting himself up. With a finger, he closed Cameron's gaping mouth and couldn't help letting a dark chuckle escape.
He deepened his voice for emphasis, "what a naughty boy I've been, not wearing panties today. I suppose I shall have to be punished. But not now, of course, class is starting." And with that, he flounced up to Cameron, planted a kiss on his cheek, and continued into the Biology room, leaving a very stunned teacher in his wake."
Breaking the Beast : A Homoerotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast
Beaumont is an extravagant size queen who caters to the lecherous nobility as a paid whore. When he is robbed and left in the middle of the French countryside he finds aid in the form of Auberon, a cursed nobleman.
The noble immediately becomes attached to the beautiful young man who shares his sexual predilections. For all that Beau is a size-queen, he's also a frightful sadist. Through his help, Auberon manages to get over his physical insecurities and embrace his inner submissive.
WARNING: This story contains graphic m/m sex, sadism and masochism, bondage, and mention of very angry vindictive witches.
Excerpt:
"Beau's hand crept steadily up his thigh and was getting painfully close to his more private areas and he tried to think of anything else to say to put the boy off. "The...uhm...gardens are particularly lovely this time of year, perhaps you'd like to take a short walk?"
Beau simply grinned wickedly at him, somehow making a smile into something sexual. "I did have an idea for a way to pass the time..." the young man trailed off and though it didn't seem possible, scooted closer still to Auberon's side. "You see, when I've had a trying day there's only one thing that makes me feel better." He waited until the large man could stand the silence no longer and asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer, "what might that be?"
"Oh, I find being fucked very therapeutic. It always puts me in a better mood," Beau replied, clearly taking satisfaction in his discomfort. He put a lot of effort into not groaning aloud at that simple statement. He knew that the beautiful boy wasn't fooled in the least, his hand was close enough to Auberon's growing erection that it would be obvious to him how much he approved of such an idea."
The noble immediately becomes attached to the beautiful young man who shares his sexual predilections. For all that Beau is a size-queen, he's also a frightful sadist. Through his help, Auberon manages to get over his physical insecurities and embrace his inner submissive.
WARNING: This story contains graphic m/m sex, sadism and masochism, bondage, and mention of very angry vindictive witches.
Excerpt:
"Beau's hand crept steadily up his thigh and was getting painfully close to his more private areas and he tried to think of anything else to say to put the boy off. "The...uhm...gardens are particularly lovely this time of year, perhaps you'd like to take a short walk?"
Beau simply grinned wickedly at him, somehow making a smile into something sexual. "I did have an idea for a way to pass the time..." the young man trailed off and though it didn't seem possible, scooted closer still to Auberon's side. "You see, when I've had a trying day there's only one thing that makes me feel better." He waited until the large man could stand the silence no longer and asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer, "what might that be?"
"Oh, I find being fucked very therapeutic. It always puts me in a better mood," Beau replied, clearly taking satisfaction in his discomfort. He put a lot of effort into not groaning aloud at that simple statement. He knew that the beautiful boy wasn't fooled in the least, his hand was close enough to Auberon's growing erection that it would be obvious to him how much he approved of such an idea."
His Majesty's Concubine: The Prince's Eunuch- Amazon only
Camille, the son of a wealthy merchant, never expects to be sold as an indentured slave to a brothel. However that is exactly what happens when his father dies and Camille himself is seized in order to repay the debt. It's hardly a consolation that it's the nicest brothel in town, it's still a whorehouse. Struggling with his change from pampered son to prostitute, Camille is set before a handsome man who takes his breath away.
Andreas is handsome and salacious, he has used his position as heir to his brother's throne to sleep his way through half of the eligible young nobles in his court. Having returned from several years spent abroad, he finds the gentry fleeing from him. Desperate for release, he seeks out the company of a paid companion. Andreas is stuck by Camille's beauty at first glance and, after spending the night with the him, he discovers that he wants to own the beautiful boy at whatever cost.
Warning: This story contains graphic gay (m/m) sex, bondage, masochism, brief descriptions of castration, Princely trickery, and androgyny
Excerpt:
The guest was clearly wealthy, that was something he could tell from a simple glance. He wore a dark blue coat over a white linen shirt and well fitted trousers that showed off his muscular form. He was also extremely handsome. Camille had always coveted a secret passion for tall aristocratic blondes.
He had barely any experience with romance but he had been pulled into an alcove for a quick kiss at a party in the palace that he had attended several years earlier. That young man had also been a tall blonde but this man was infinitely more masculine and confident than the lovely blonde boy who had stolen a kiss all those years ago.
It was partially that he was simply blessed with a face so gorgeous it made his knees weak. His shoulder-length golden blonde hair was fashionably pulled back in a low ponytail and secured with a blue velvet tie in the same shade as his coat. His face was every bit as handsome as the rest of him. The man's eyes were the bluest blue that Camille had ever seen and his square jaw was just so inherently masculine and appealing that he felt a need to lick his lips in anticipation. Clearly this customer styled himself with the full knowledge of how well he looked in that particular shade of navy and gold.
However there was also something about his manner that was magnetic. If it had just been his looks, he would have been handsome, surely, but not this attractive. He had a self assured manner that would come off as foolish arrogance in any lesser man but seemed perfectly suited to him. This blonde man was everything he was not, confident, wealthy, and so pale and golden that he put Camille in mind of the sun god. His nose was the only thing that made him seem human, it was ever so slightly off center in a way that spoke of being broken earlier in his life.
Camille had entered the room with terror in his heart and a deep desire not to be chosen as a companion. Now that he had stood before this handsome, powerful figure he found that he didn't want to see another chosen in his place. If he was going to sacrifice his virginity either way, he definitely wanted to spend his first night with this man. There was something about his demeanor that made the boy feel as if he would be a contentious lover if not a gentle one.
Camille knelt before the man in front of him, putting all of his feeling into the movement. Please see my value, please choose me, I promise to serve you in whatever way you want, just please choose me. Placing his palms out in front of him, he pressed his forehead to the floor in the most submissive of all bows.
Andreas is handsome and salacious, he has used his position as heir to his brother's throne to sleep his way through half of the eligible young nobles in his court. Having returned from several years spent abroad, he finds the gentry fleeing from him. Desperate for release, he seeks out the company of a paid companion. Andreas is stuck by Camille's beauty at first glance and, after spending the night with the him, he discovers that he wants to own the beautiful boy at whatever cost.
Warning: This story contains graphic gay (m/m) sex, bondage, masochism, brief descriptions of castration, Princely trickery, and androgyny
Excerpt:
The guest was clearly wealthy, that was something he could tell from a simple glance. He wore a dark blue coat over a white linen shirt and well fitted trousers that showed off his muscular form. He was also extremely handsome. Camille had always coveted a secret passion for tall aristocratic blondes.
He had barely any experience with romance but he had been pulled into an alcove for a quick kiss at a party in the palace that he had attended several years earlier. That young man had also been a tall blonde but this man was infinitely more masculine and confident than the lovely blonde boy who had stolen a kiss all those years ago.
It was partially that he was simply blessed with a face so gorgeous it made his knees weak. His shoulder-length golden blonde hair was fashionably pulled back in a low ponytail and secured with a blue velvet tie in the same shade as his coat. His face was every bit as handsome as the rest of him. The man's eyes were the bluest blue that Camille had ever seen and his square jaw was just so inherently masculine and appealing that he felt a need to lick his lips in anticipation. Clearly this customer styled himself with the full knowledge of how well he looked in that particular shade of navy and gold.
However there was also something about his manner that was magnetic. If it had just been his looks, he would have been handsome, surely, but not this attractive. He had a self assured manner that would come off as foolish arrogance in any lesser man but seemed perfectly suited to him. This blonde man was everything he was not, confident, wealthy, and so pale and golden that he put Camille in mind of the sun god. His nose was the only thing that made him seem human, it was ever so slightly off center in a way that spoke of being broken earlier in his life.
Camille had entered the room with terror in his heart and a deep desire not to be chosen as a companion. Now that he had stood before this handsome, powerful figure he found that he didn't want to see another chosen in his place. If he was going to sacrifice his virginity either way, he definitely wanted to spend his first night with this man. There was something about his demeanor that made the boy feel as if he would be a contentious lover if not a gentle one.
Camille knelt before the man in front of him, putting all of his feeling into the movement. Please see my value, please choose me, I promise to serve you in whatever way you want, just please choose me. Placing his palms out in front of him, he pressed his forehead to the floor in the most submissive of all bows.
Hunted by Master- Amazon only
This story depicts an adult game of erotic "tag" played by a man and his pet.
When I was awoken in the dead of night by my Master, I knew I was in for some fun. He takes me to the woods to play a game with me, to hunt me for his sport. When he catches me he's going to mount me and NOT on his wall.
WARNING: This short fiction includes mentions of master/slave relationships, abuse of trees for sexual purposes, and explicit heterosexual sex.
When I was awoken in the dead of night by my Master, I knew I was in for some fun. He takes me to the woods to play a game with me, to hunt me for his sport. When he catches me he's going to mount me and NOT on his wall.
WARNING: This short fiction includes mentions of master/slave relationships, abuse of trees for sexual purposes, and explicit heterosexual sex.