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Dark Stag Ch. 11

by StillnessIsTheTruth on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Kijus: The golden skinned man continued to sit at the receptionist desk. He didn't seem happy to have someone turning into the brothels. He continued to write, and sort through papers, growing more upset the further he went along. He paused before reaching for a pair of glasses. They were circular glasses, that added more symmetry to this already gorgeous,...

Iron Cloud Night Ch. 01

by Feare909 on Dec 3, 2019
Gay Male

Chapter 1 It's a pleasantly warm evening in the Phalloji Village. The occasional carriage rolls by the trail between the lively taverns and brothels illuminating the sleeping twilight dusk as the stars begin to shimmer above with the moon just peering beyond the horizon of Aphrodita Island. Aphrodita Island is no center of malice or filth, as it used to be...

Black Leather Glove

by KeithD on Apr 14, 2020
Gay Male

This was different. I hadn't been fucked in this position before, and I'd been fucked a whole lot since I'd been brought to the brothel in Manama, Bahrain, four months earlier. It seemed that every Saudi man coming across the causeway into Bahrain for a "what happens in Bahrain stays in Bahrain" gambling, drinking, and sex vacation wanted to fuck a small, bl...

Spoils of War - the Aftermath

by Pussyrider on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

My name is Rainer Hausmann, and I am a Berliner. I live in Western Berlin, slowly reconstructing itself after the recent devastation inflicted on the world by that lunatic Hitler. Our city is divided into four sectors now – American, British, French and Russian – and, like so many other Berliners, I am taking advantage of the financial opportunities that of...

The Farm Ch. 01

by SumacandIvy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 01 First Meeting Down a small side street where the glow of the street lamps did not reach, behind a tulip-yellow door, Mrs. Featherwink's doorman, brothel keeper, and sometime procurer, Halden, waited for the bell and admitted gentlemen late from the theaters, music halls, private clubs, drawing room entertainments, and dinners with wives to Mrs....

Snowy, Snowy Nights

by sr71plt on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

In most senses Bran had been invisible at the Hayden saloon the couple of months he'd been there. But as he came out of the back room into the main saloon hall, carrying the bucket of water Levi Yost, the saloon keeper, had told him to use to freshen the bowls in the rooms upstairs, he looked at the tall Christmas tree in the corner. Sadie, Katie, and Faye w...

Masque Macabre

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

For earlier stories in this series, see "Bite of the Schlange" and "Siren Song Symphony" * The black ship glided up the Italian coast and hove to in Laguna Venita. The Venetians were a strange and decadent lot; only they would sustain a tradition of a two-day annual festival "celebrating" the twelfth-century visitation of the Black Plague to their canal ci...

Forced to Climax

by AmethystMare on Mar 13, 2018
Gay Male

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Forced to Climax The hybrid bobbed in place, his...

Floating World Bitten Peach Ch. 01

by KeithD on Dec 10, 2019
Gay Male

[Author's preface notes: The initiation and life of a male prostitute—a jinan—in the Floating World of the Beautiful Way in ancient China in the waning years of the Chu dynasty, 200 BC, was a sensual but cruel, often foreshortened, bitter-sweet existence. Floating World Bitten Peach weaves a complex, romantic, and all too often tragic tale of the interwoven...

From the Fields

by KeithD on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

Riding the backroads between Butterworth on the Malay peninsula, across the water from the island of Penang, and the plantation manor at Taman Binjai on Mountjoy, with Sebastian on the lead behind me, I glimpsed a disturbance off in a cinnamon tree field at the side of the pathway. An undulating furry pelt peeked out incongruously from between the cinnamon t...