The unsafe sexual practices portrayed in this story are not to be taken as a recommendation. Chapter 3 - An End and a Beginning The second time Douglas heard soft grunts in the middle of the night, he expected Owen to fall back to sleep as before. Instead, Owen shifted in bed. Douglas squeezed his hand. "You want to tell me what this wet dream was about?"...
"You promised you could keep his photo and name out of the papers," Hardesty growled. His fist came down hard on the assistant district attorney's desktop. "I know, we tried. But this has dragged on for months. Mr. Drake isn't a minor, you know. He may look like one, but he isn't. We were doing this as a special favor to your unit. The accused have a right...
CHAPTER 1 I am as old as the century; but, in fact, I am also as old as the millennium as I was born in the year 2000. Of course I am as delusional as 99.99% of the world's population in thinking that January 1st 2000 was the start of the twenty-first century and simultaneously the start of the third millennium; for as all enlightened people will recognise,...
Chapter 5 Gimp woke at roughly nine in the morning. He grunted to himself, it was one of the first day's he slept in in years. He quickly got to his feet racing to the kitchen, still in his pajamas. Not even washing his face he hurried to make his master breakfast. He walked out to a surprisingly quiet apartment. He glanced down the hall to Ajax's bedroom....
Matthew a large built, grey eyed country boy has always dreamed of going somewhere he could be himself. Tired of his Pop's. He decides to leave his smalltown, USA and head up to the big apple. Well, his farmers tan could hit the road faster when he got his W-2. He filed it to come in his checking account automatically. And with his routine paycheck he hit th...
This chapter contains urine ingestion, and torture. Chapter 5 David didn't seem to respond to me walking into the basement. He was in the half sleep that one can sometimes manage while hanging from your wrists. It was chilly in the basement, especially overnight, but sweat beaded his face. Trying to stay on your tiptoes all night would create cramps, but h...
I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
A story about Jeff Cable, who was a young man growing up on a farm outside of Malone, New York back in the late 60's and early 70's, and how his curious nature educated him in many ways. *** It was just a blurb in the local paper hidden on the bottom of the obituaries page, and since the man who had passed away in Florida had retired many years ago with hi...
Chapter 10 -- Ryan's Story -- The Farm boy The boy kept perfectly still as Ryan contemplated what he should do with him. He could kill him, this was war after all but he didn't really want to do that, not if he could help it. He could tie the boy up but someone would come looking for him and he didn't want to have to leave just yet as it was still early in...
My grandfather emigrated from Austria in 1919. He had four sisters, but he was the only boy. He married my grandmother in 1940. Unable for whatever reason to have children of their own, they eventually adopted a girl (Mary) and a boy (Peter), and each of them in turn had a boy (John Mark for Mary; Matthew (me) for Peter) and a girl (Elizabeth for Mary; Joan...