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The week crawled by as much as it flew. The days were a blur in slow motion, my mind completely divorced from the classes I was attending. The nights were long and swollen, lying in bed after a long shower and clutching my hard cock until I finally fell to sleep, trying to think of anything but sex. Jennifer was royally pissed I hadn't called her the night...
Warning: This story contains graphic act of violence, gore and extreme fetish such as ball busting. If you cannot tolerate those acts, please do not proceed and choose another story Prologue Arc: Mend my Riven The night was a mixture of crimson and purple, as if the night was day. Roars and screams of hundreds of men can be heard as the battle continued. L...
Author's Note: This is the final installment of Spill the Milk. There is a tiny bit of formatting that worked well when I wrote it but may not come across perfectly on your screen. I won't know until it posts. If it works, fantastic. If not, please forgive me. It should make sense even if it doesn't display correctly. As always, many thanks to my beta/edito...
Chapter One Rob returned to our firm in 1998, 2 years after I had started. I say "returned" because Rob had previously been with us, but left in 1994 to be part of a small plaintiff's firm. When that firm disintegrated, Rob returned "home." I had heard about him, but I had never met him. I was introduced to Rob in the hallway on his first day back. 6 foot...
Eighteen years later Amos grabbed Christian's horse by the reins. "Let's be sensible about this. What is running away going to accomplish?" Christian narrowed his eyes. "Kindly release my horse." He sneered. Amos sighed. "Not until you've come to your senses." "I'm not running away." Christian told his friend. ""I'm simply making myself unavailable." Am...
CW: physical violence, bullying, SPH, spit, coerced sex, forced drinking & weed use. This one gets a little rough in the middle. Let me know if there should be a part II. Enjoy. I can't reply to anonymous messages, so if you want a question answered you need to use an email when you send a message or leave a comment here. I get a LOT of questions from anony...
This is related to Lightning In A Bottle. You do not need to read "LIAB" to understand "John Opens The Bottle," but you may want to. By way of background, you will see that John was not honest with Mace when they met. Mace was not John's first boy. In fact, Mace was not John's first love. This is the "LIAB" story from John's perspective, in truncated form....
Usual disclaimers, we're all fictional and all over eighteen. In particular I did a Google search for Acme East Talent agency and they don't appear to exist. If one does then I can assure you that the one featured in this story is, like all the characters, purely fictional and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Secondly, this is a story about pony boys...
Alexander was laying on the bed in his chambers. Sleep was slowly drifting over him. His eyes were heavy and his breathing steady and calm. He'd stripped his outer clothing off so that he was clad only in his tunic. He lay on his side, one leg slightly bent at the knee and tucked beneath his out stretched leg. His arms rested against his chest with his hands...