This is a work of pure fiction. All persons and events herein are fictional. Any and all resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. Persons portrayed are 18 years of age and older. Please comment. - Gene Marshall was in darkness. He had been in darkness since he walked in the dank room. He was quickly blindfolded and pushed roughly on...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of violence and non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Just want to say thank you for reading! Had a blast writing it! Wasn't sure what to do with the ending but decided on this. Hope you enjoy! * Atticus sat on the porch of his old farmhouse enjoying a cigarette. The farm was quaint and secluded. A...
This story is told from Brandon's perspective. I know the timeline seems really messy and incoherent. But I think that is the way our mind works, no? It is never linear, as much as we will it to. The nature of our emotions imply that much of it is irrational and fragmented. That said, I still thank everyone for their comments as I continue with this story of...
(Author's Note: This story was originally written under the name Mychael Black.) * One thousand and I didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life....
When I was around 18 years old when I went off to college in New York. Getting acclimated to this new life without my parents around was the time of my life. I immediately started partying and skipping classes which reflected in my school work and grades. I don't know what happened exactly, but this new freedom without parental supervision sent me in a spira...
Twelve empty chairs formed a circle in the modern hotel room suite. Tick-tock; soon the chairs would be filled. Click-cock; with horny men eager for virgin ass. The main room was large with lots of southern California sunshine streaming through the two sliding balcony doors. Unnecessary furniture had been removed to create as much play space as possible. It...
Alien dust. It gets everywhere. It penetrates despite the best insulation science can devise. Cycling into the dome through the airlock from the crawler I feel the intimate rub of its familiar dry grittiness on my skin, that same urgency to cleanse it away. Once inside I head direct for the bath-unit. It's already in use. But I can hear the water tapering of...
When the delicious smells began to drift through the apartment from the chicken cooking on the barbecue outside, a new lease of life was breathed into three men in various stages of undress crumpled together in a large and generous but recently abused and bad tempered sofa. As Badger unwrapped his new found friend and allowed Big John to get to his feet, I...
"Oh, come on, Rob. Come with me," Josh had said. "What's the worst that could happen? You could get laid. So what? It's about time. We've never been to a gay bar before—at least I haven't. And I hear Gustaf's is a gas. All made up in Transylvania style and everything. It's Halloween. They're sure to have pulled out all the stops for the occasion." No, I'd n...
This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 1 -- A Storm is brewing. Vernon shivers in the cold air of the shack and places another log on the fire. The storm o...