[This is a complete four-chapter novelette that will complete posting by mid-January, 2020.] "Tank, Yo, Tank. What am I going to do with you?" "Hey, look, Craig. I got to the third level. And I zapped the Black Orc." "Focus, Tank. I asked what am I'm going to do with you?" "Uh, is this a trick question, Craig? You said you'd come home and give me a massa...
"Wait for it, lad," Graham Morris whispered to Benji, as they both watched the hulking young man being pulled in multiple directions by five Cavalier King Charles spaniels in Graham's direction across a patch of grassland above the Tauranga beach. It was Saturday morning and the bit of parkland adjacent to the New Zealand coastal town's beach was designated...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * I was lead into a room where I saw him - on all fours, panting, collared, chastised, and a dumb smile across his face. I bent over, and ruffled my hand through his hair as he pressed against my hand, eyes closed, panting increasing. "What's his breed?" I asked, examining hi...
(Author's Note: This is the third installment in the brownstone series. In reading order it is Michael, chapters 1 and 2, Charles chapters 1,2 and 3.) * When I woke up I was in my bed. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt. The nausea I felt earlier reared its ugly head and within a moment of being awake I started throwing up. Peter just held my...
Chapter One "You said you wanted to know when the bitch dropped them. And if you want to see them before I put them down, you'd better get over here fast." Clyde had jolted Ken out of a deep sleep. It had been a rough day. Classes at the college, followed by football practice. Then he had to stop at the pharmacy on the way home and pick up Laurie's prescri...
* Hello and welcome to the sixth chapter of Poor Simon! All characters are 18+ enjoy! * I woke up when the green numbers on Master's alarm clock read 6:52. I stretched and yawned and rested, quietly basking in the memory of Master's lips touching my forehead. The warm feeling was quickly chased away by sick fear. I was going to see the Doctor today. I c...
"That's because they are not like dogs. If you under stimulate a raptor, it'll hate you. It won't demand affection by giving you loving licks. It's more likely to dive bomb you and scalp you." I explained. It seemed like ever since I got here, it was the only thing I said. "But every time I try to go in the enclosure, he attacks me. He won't let me get clos...
© My name is Grover Hatfield. I do handyman work now that I'm retired. I still get around, and I'm in good health. I'm proud to say everything still works. That's a necessity if you want to please the ladies. People tell me stuff. That's how I learned this story. It involves two gay guys and Doodles, a male Chihuahua. Doodles was a small dog, probably abou...
The year was 1953. The war in Korea was winding down. I was in the Navy, but not for long. My enlistment was due to expire in ten days. We had been at sea for more than two months and the crew was thirsty for booze and horny for women. As the ship passed under the Golden Gate Bridge, entering San Francisco Bay, we lined the rails, happy to see the United Sta...
Right off the top, I'll make quite clear that I'm not a dog person. I'm a cat person. You don't have to walk them and they can be on their own for a weekend without chewing up the new sofa. But my wife thought we needed a dog—because we lived in a "ripe for ripping the rich folk off" golf club community, she said. But I know it was really because Libby next...