"Take off the shackles," Nile said in a calm voice and demeanor that did not betray his quivering insides. "Excuse me?" the Chief Agent said, his eyes showing surprise even through the helmet he wore. He and the other three Agents had their weapons drawn and at the ready. They were facing the shackled prisoner who was sitting down. The prisoner was a vamp...
The vampire rubbed my cock. I felt bad for him. No one to look after him, no one to tell him what a slayer looked liked and to not go after his dick. Even in the dim light of the alley, I could see a human need in his eyes. I would not enjoy this kill. God, he had to be eighteen when he was turned, and that wasn't long ago. He kissed me. I should have a st...
Wilf made his way down the cold street. It was fairly chilly but the sky was blue. It was these days he liked the most. He threw his cigarette onto the road and turned of towards his house. It was on Coventry Street and the only reason he had such a nice place in such a nice area of London was because he had received an inheritance from his rich grandfather...
Moaning. It escaped from Boi's lips like a gentle breeze passing through the tree tops. Groaning. I couldn't tell if the sounds he emitted were of pleasure or despair. His eye's closed, lips parted only enough for the sounds to escape, Boi's facial muscles were contorted in a way difficult to read from my vantage point above, where I stood tied to a tr...
Hey everyone. Thank you so much for all the comments on my last chapter. I love reading your stipulations, and hearing your thoughts-even if they're not necessarily kind. Some of you do have problems reading this sort of thing, as it does have a good amount of abuse in it. As such, I will warn you, the abuse/degradation/torture in this chapter is pretty he...
Emile LaCour was there for three nights in the basement strip club on Dauphine Street in the French Quarter, always sitting at the same table. Emile had picked the focus of his attention out on the first night—a lithe but well-muscled, dark Greek, displaying a mixture of danger and sassiness; much more into what he was doing than any of the other performers....
I sat bolt upright in a bed I didn't recognize. I stared down at the black satin sheets and looked next to me on the bed. Zak was next to me, his hands resting behind his head, the picture of relaxation. He wore a black silk shirt that blended in nicely with the sheets, and a pair of navy blue jeans. I was wearing some form of boxers judging by the feeling...
In order to appease your curiosity which has no doubt increased tenfold I mean how could it not you wide eyed trusting mortals just found out that your dark vigilante Alastair was the villain of the tale. And there you thought I was evil. At least with me what you see is what you get I am extremely upfront in my... shall we call them eating habits as well as...
I had a hard time deciding a category for this story. I was stuck between erotic horror, nonhuman, and gay male. Since the series is named after two male characters and is mostly about their relationship I decided to place this in the Gay Male category. That being said Revere is bisexual so there will be some heterosexual sex between a certain hot cop, so be...
DARK PATHS – BY SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM & BELLORA QUINN © 2008/9 Ladies and Gentlemen of the audience, our story is nearing its finale. Again, we would like to give our congratulations and thanks to everyone who has stuck with us this far, through the darkness and the violence in hope of a bit more hot sex. Our protagonists would like to point out that it's q...