Dr. Clearwater stood against the rail, knees knocking, obviously terrified. I held the rifle pointed at him. "You took my sister," I screamed this. "I should kill you now." "Wait." It was Logan's voice. My finger, which had been on the trigger, relaxed just a little. "He's mine." I shook my head in frustration but backed down. "If you so much as move, D...
Once again I would love to know what you guys think. The last story ended with Terry getting knocked out. Enjoy, CassieJo ************* I woke up to my throbbing head hitting the headboard on Blake's huge, king sized bed. "Oww," I tried to scream. However, the ball gag in my mouth made it sound like a moan. I realized why it kept hitting the headboard on...
I had sniffed the plumber guy out myself and he had seemed interested, but I was a pretty good judge of men and I didn't think that two resolved tops would work out. I was still mulling whether I had misjudged him when my instincts were confirmed. I'd been warned that this movie guy was crazy before I started out from Eureka to Trinidad, but just the motori...
There was a time when I hated... everything. It was the year 3510 when I was dragged into this existence by my twin brother, Devon-literally. The asshole gripped my hands in our mother's womb and dragged me out with him. He's a black haired demon-god... not really, but I like to bother the fuck out of him with that little line all the time. Pisses him off....
NOW PUBLIC! Feel free to contribute. It's going to be awhile before I come back to this. Author's Note: First person narration represents your cock, the true main character of this tale. (Italicized font.) Second person narration represents the human perspective of the person belonging to this cock. What causes your cock to grow into sentience is unnamed...
Jack and Ben had just finished their late night workout session. They worked out hard by lifting weights, running, etc. so they could maintain their perfect physiques. Both boys were in their earlier twenties and had gorgeous, muscular bodies that any man would be jealous of, six -pack abs, bulging biceps, and incredible asses. Truly, they were prime specime...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
There had been rain off and on all day, and it started up again as I was walking from the theater in Tokyo's Ni-chome district of Shinjuku, so I dipped into a small grocery store entered by a foyer in a small apartment building. The deluge, although heavy, hadn't lasted long, and I could use some snacks for the hotel, so I walked the aisles of the store in s...
Trapped in the closet. Eye sockets puckered and seeping, he saw me. In the dark, he saw me. Blind and all seeing like one of the Graeae, who passed an eye between them, he saw and devoured me. Scalpel in his hand, he cast me into the musty sheets. I had no trick like Perseus to escape, no room to move. His clammy hands all over me, his evil countenance oozed...
It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...