Author's Note: This is part three in the Field Mouse Series. For part one read "Of Sharks and Field Mice" and for part two read "When Field Mice Play". Part two doesn't really need to be read, but part one is recommended. * There was a week left in the one-month deadline extension Bill had gotten on his debt to Venice and the farm wasn't looking any better...
It had to be something simple I thought to myself as my car struggled to make it into the next town. I could see steam from under the bonnet and hopefully it wouldn't do any further damage as it ground to a halt when the owner of the garage came over. "Hello I'm Bob Pearce but you can call me Bob." "Now what seems to be the trouble?" "I don't know it only...
Collin, the slaver, had gone inside with the two slave boys he had brought. Shadow knew he should go in after them. He should be helping to free those people in the house. The vampire knew his anger would swell at the sight of the cruelties his old love had inflicted upon the innocents. His heart ached so much already! He needed to move; he needed to see to...
Don't panic if this seems familiar! This is the original version of a scene from a book I wrote that I ended up majorly toning down for the actual novel (it ended up being a love story, so I wanted to start the book off far less... mean). I still liked the scene I originally wrote, so I decided to put it here for people to enjoy! This story has non-con eleme...
Bow bow (Oh yeah) Bow bow (Oh yeah) So my first year of college wasn't great. Who would have thought that a student with my stellar high school attendance record would rack up nine unexcused absences in just two semesters? Whatever. Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while... well, you know. Being back in this garage, the...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
Prologue: "Alright, can you hear me?" Mr. Bassett's voice was barely audible through the speakers of the MacBook. Lane was adjusting the screen, and he nodded in response. I was sitting, quietly, on the sofa, fiddling with my hands. This was horrifying, yet slightly exhilarating. I didn't know what to think. Lane finally turned around, away from the laptop...
Coach Baxter was a powerfully built man. His sheer physical presence, iron will, and domineering personality helped him to mold his high school wrestlers after his own image. He took boys and turned them into men. He showed his boys how to develop their youthful bodies, build their muscles, perfect their skills, and dominate their opponents. Although Coach B...
I laid face down and naked under a towel on the sturdy but narrow massage table. My heart was racing and I had a flutter of butterflies in my stomach. I closed my eyes and breathed deep, drawing the scent of candles into my lungs as I tried to relax. Warm oil drizzled onto the exposed flesh of my back and my breath caught in my chest. I couldn't believe was...
Author's note This is a mind control story, but it has a gay theme. For this reason, I put it in the gay section. ******************************************* Friday night, and Gary was off the leash. Time for some fun. Gary is a family man, wife and three kids, pretty much faithful, although he had slipped up a few times. He was able to slip away in the...