"Hello, Joey. My name is Doctor Westcott. Please come on in and have a seat over here." I feel a little self-conscious. I've had my fielding and batting tryout for the minor league team—and I didn't know it would just be me, with Coach Rosner putting me through my paces—and I've showered and come and sat in this corridor with just a towel around me, waiting...
*Hello, this is a quick disclaimer from your author. This story contains gay material, and if you are okay with that, it also includes emotional turmoil, forced sex, and humiliation. You may think I am sadistic, but the next few chapters are a lot better, and there is some real love. Please tear it to shreds, and comment a lot, that way I can make future cha...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Most of the mounted escort riders gathered around their leader were watching the small band of infidels, led by Hugh d'Ibelin, as they rode out of the gate of the stronghold of Belvoir and moved to meet the forces of the Saracens and their allies on the hilltop overl...
Previously "My fault?!" Ericsson was shouting now. Davenport nodded vehemently. "He wouldn't have felt compelled to tell us that story if you'd been able to control your urges!" "Point of fact, Davenport, he was compelled to tell us the truth!" Cutledge roared. "And that truth is going to get you a baby, Jake," Davenport stated calmly. "And you," he look...
Hello All! It has been such a LONG time since I last submitted a chapter to Project Phoenix. I abandoned it for 2 years; I just didn't have the time. But I would come back to it and read you guys' comments...it inspired me to finish the story. So I am dedicating this chapter to all my fans who have been waiting for the next chapter for so long. I am very ha...
PART EIGHT: CLOSE TO THE EDGE "Ahhh, I'm getting very close to the end now. I can feel it in my water. I reckon another couple of chapters will sew this story up. Anyway, in Chapter Eight Rayne gets to be the top for once. Thank you to everyone who has been so patient and stuck with this rambling epic, & especially for your lovely feedback. This is for you....
In a vacuum of darkness. Floating. No sound. No feelings. Just nothing. I wasn't sure if it was hell but it damn sure wasn't heaven. Maybe purgatory. No time. Just space. And nothingness. Then there was sound. Faint. Murmurs. Voices. Nothing coherent but it was more than what there had been. At times it was nonstop, then there would be nothing again. Silenc...
Lattimore stopped at corner of the cookhouse as he was crossing from the main house of his ranch outside Laramie, Wyoming, to the corral to train the quarter horse he'd bought on the last cattle drive to Omaha. He leaned on a fence and watched young Kit chopping wood. The young man was stripped to the waist while he chopped. Bulking up real good, Lattimore...
I had made my appointment with a doctor who specializes in hair problems (hair removal, premature baldness, bald spots, etc). I had noticed in the past year that all my body hair, with the exception of my head and face, stopped growing back. I had usually shaved it all off because of my swimming. I had found that even body hair offers resistance through the...
It was around midnight on a Thursday night, and Graham Ainsley was sleeping soundly when suddenly he was startled awake by his bedroom door opening and a light turning on. He looked up to see the prefect, Reed Burgess, dragging his roommate Aidan by the arm. Aidan appeared to have been crying. Reed pushed him roughly towards the bed, giving him a scornful lo...