It was half past midnight. Dillon knew because he had checked the time using his talking watch. The house was quiet and he was sure Nurse Sterning was asleep. She always retired to her room promptly at 10:00 p.m. He carefully made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. Without thinking about it, he had brought his cane along and now he had to work to m...
PATRICK – THE GREAT DISCIPLINARIAN A Homoerotic Story by Jason Land CHAPTER 1 When we last left Patrick Ingram-Lewis, it was just before the Christmas holidays in 1901 and he and his closest friend, Roderick Pennington, were to spend the holidays together at Ingram House in Northumberland. Roderick's parents had gone off on a safari to Africa and he wou...
Steve was in trouble. He knew this. He had known this before he was sent to sit in the corner, and before he was pushed over to the foot of the bed, beside one of the floor-to-ceiling posts that made the bed such a useful place for situations like this one. He had known he was in trouble, in fact, long before Jay had tied his wrists together around the bedpo...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...
CHAPTER 1 The other day, late one afternoon, I was walking along a quiet path in the park, when suddenly I experienced what the French call a Coup de Foudre, which literally translates into English as a Bolt of Lightning. Of course I had not been struck by lightning; otherwise I should not be here to tell this story. Metaphorically, Coup de Foudre also mean...
Goddamn, was he handsome. Such were my sudden--though hardly unprecedented--thoughts as my face was shoved into the wall beside that of my arch-rival, Amir Khalili. I might have attributed them to the stress of our situation, but I would have been fooling myself. I'd had a hard-on from hell since long before Edgewick pulled us apart. Fighting could do tha...
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...
You've been after me all evening to open your Christmas gift to me as soon as the others had left—and this after you'd pestered me about what I wanted for Christmas even after I'd given you that flippant answer. It had just been an expression, something to stave you off after you'd put me off that last time and then wouldn't accept that I didn't need anythin...
PART 6 - PATRICK'S FINAL TERM AT RIGBY ***** CHAPTER 1 Patrick Ingram-Lewis, the Head Boy had just returned to Rigby School after the Easter holidays. It was the last time he would be returning to the school at which he had been a pupil since the age of thirteen. At the end of this, his final term, he would be leaving the place for ever to start the next...
I visited Mr B a couple more times in the following weeks; once for another overnight visit, which involved a quite severe and prolonged caning from Mrs Walsh, whilst the second time was a summons at short notice just to "drain his balls", as Mr B put it. This lasted no more than a few minutes and simply involved me getting on my knees just inside his front...