Chief had first noticed him when they did the Smithson 4th of July parade. The young man was Hispanic with a dark complexion and jet black hair and dashing eyes, also, with an easy smile and a "gosh-died-and-gone-to-heaven" look as the fire trucks rolled by with the firemen all decked out in their firefighting equipment and hanging off the sides of the hook...
Summary: The shocking truth of the old west finally told. Note 1: This is a special western themed story created by the lovely Black Randi. Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Black Randi, thor_p, Robert, and Wayne for editing this strange attempt. PS: Western is not my forte so please don't judge me too much on this story. Cowboys & Big Cock Indians History i...
The ride to the station didn't take long. Logan and Harvey kept telling me that chief Wood was their boss and that I should show proper respect. That when every single word of his is an order and that I should be a really good boy. I assured them that it wouldn't be a problem and then they talked about how useful could I be around the station. That made my h...
I was just about home free with the tasty wench the lads had brought on board for me from Kingston when the attack started. After some mouth play, she hadn't objected in the least when I'd unlaced her bodice and started giving her ripe melons the attention they deserved. We were entwined together in the window seat of my vessel's fantail, and, forward lass t...
Love opened his eyes and stretched. He looked over at the clock and saw he had only been sleeping for an hour and a half. He shrugged and rolled over. He sat on the edge of the small twin bed and rubbed his eyes. He yawned and stood up, leaving the sleeping quarters. "Been sleepin', Gordon?" The chief asked as he passed him in the hallway. "Just dozing......
Six cloaked watchmen stood positioned on the outside of the long boat, two at the front, two in the middle and two aft. Each held a small ceremonial drum of stretched hide and wood carved with the sacred symbols of the Masters of the Lake. Orange light from the flaming torches that decorated the long boat illuminated their heavy jaws with beards trimmed neat...
The following is a fantasy story involving humiliation, degradation, non-consensual sex and mind control. All characters in this story are 18 year old or older. * * * * * A buckskin horse in barding trotted along a dirt path. Its rider, a light blond man wearing light armour, appeared to betray no expression as he caught sight of a small village further...
The Fireman and The Librarian Chapter 6 Fully Developed - Putting the Wet Stuff on The Red Stuff Bill would call Jasper, and it would go to voicemail, so he'd call Chris and again voicemail. "Damn them." "Who?" Mary asked. "Jas and Chris, they start fucking, and now I can't get either one of them on their fucking phones." Bill laughs. "Shit, you'd think...
------------------- PROLOGUE: THE FIRST OF THE FENNS ----------------- “Heed my call, O Hunters, and know this to be true: The anti-God has arrived, and its eyes are filled with wine.” — High Hunter Wyse "The Heartless", the Fifth Chief of the Fenn Hunters Two-hundred and seventy-one years ago, a baby boy was born to a simple family in the northe...
"Yun! Ka! Thu!" The first bellowing cries echoed through the trees of the forest outside of Vinnie's village. He was with a group of other young lads out scavenging wood and berries during a brief respite from harvest chores. Along with the other young men, his head snapped up and the sticks in his arms clattered to the leaf-covered forest floor. "Yun! Ka!...