The controller swung in a vicious arc, my thumbs sliding across multiple buttons on the pad as the sounds of war echoed on either side. The end of my gun was barely visible, and the barrage of bullets erupting from the barrel gave the impression of a light saber. A sensor went off, and I bit my lip as I did a front roll to escape the slicing katana whizzing...
At the hospital, Jonathan's head was wrapped in gauze, tubes running from his arm to a bag that hung from a metal rod overhead and other bags attached to the bed. Jim stood in the corner of the room unseen by anyone that worked there or had come to visit. A nurse entered the room, pushed back the curtain, and walked right through the man standing guard over...
Last thing. And always the chore Tyler hated the worst - getting his tux tie worked right. It wasn't helping that he was crouched over the galley counter in the Lucky Card's cramped main cabin or that his hands were trembling from the risk he was taking. He had to get himself into this monkey suit quietly because he didn't want to wake Axel, in the other cab...
A warm breeze blew through the quad, making a small whirlwind with some loose litter. Sebastian checked his watch. That was it now, no more PE ever again. In just a few days his school career was finished, and even with no job or college place waiting for him after graduation, he felt as though his life would finally be his own, and the weight of childhood...
Daniel awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of the front screen door of his home slamming against the house. The countryside where he lived was normally so quiet at night that even though he was on the second floor of the house, the noise was loud enough to startle him awake. Knowing that his father, who he lived and worked with, had probably been a...
There had to be a way of opening this guy up, Clint thought as he walked into The Dugout bar the next afternoon. I've got to find it; I can't just let this ride like Danny wants me to. I hope he hasn't disappeared on us. Greg Garrison hadn't disappeared. He was working the bar at The Dugout and looking just as happy as he could be. He must know, Clint thou...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may ins...
~~~ * ~~~ Copyright by metajinx. Please do not duplicate or copy without explicit permission. This story is purely fictional. If you don't like violence, stop reading right here - there will be weapons, drugs, manhandling, blood and violent death. I recommend reading all the other parts first, because this is a continued story. This is actually the next-to...
"Ugh!" Connor said as he sat down at the pub. "What's up?" Tommy asked. "You act like you got something up your ass!" Connor blushed, he didn't want to say that he really did have a butt-plug stuck up his ass. Which at the moment was making him very uncomfortable. Despite the loud music, he knew that almost forty-minutes before, he almost got fucked in the...
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...