"Hold. Help me up, I . . ." Li was wheezing from the climb up the lower reaches of Paradise Mountain—Tien Tang Shan—with little faith that he could climb as far up the challenging path as the parting stones. He had reached out for the arm folds of Junjie's scarlet-red silk robe, but the youth skittered away from him, farther up the rising stone path, anxious...
It was Lawrence who unwittingly put the three together—he, Johann, and August. He'd known that there was a particular wounded prisoner Johann was assigned to take care of in the medial operations tent in the British encampment after the Battle of Saratoga. And he would have been jealous at Johann paying such close attention to another man, if the surgeon had...
"Tell me where we are going, Shun." The servant, Shun, looked about him to make sure that no one who would report back to the zhaoguzhe—the manager—had followed them from the nanleshijia—the male pleasure house. They were at the first rest lookout point on Langshan Mountain—Wolf Hill—that rose at the edge of Nantung and was almost encircled by a snake-like...
He had chosen well. His gaze went over all of the possibilities and they fell on me. And he knew and I knew in that gaze who the real prisoner was. I thought even then that he must have had help, that someone must have researched and guided his choice. Surely he couldn't tell that about me just by looking over all the possibilities—that I was the weakest in...
The sound of the gavel rang through my ears and all I heard was the judge say, "I sentence you to 1 year in the county jail." One Year? Why had I been so stupid and put myself in this situation? Will my friends or what family I have left even visit me while I was in jail, or better yet even want to know me when I got out? All of these questions ran through...
Laurent's firm gaze pierced into me, like two emeralds on fire as they followed my every move. He took a large gulp of his drink and stepped away towards the bar. Hunching my shoulders, I greeted the circle of people I had come to befriend and one girl, in particular, had singled herself out of the crowd and gestured me to follow her. As I did, I couldn't he...
Certain stories should never be repeated. This is one of them. It concerns the events that changed my life forever. It is dirty and nasty and depraved. And it made me what I am today. So I guess I really have to share it with you. I was just 18 years old, and I was pledging a fraternity that I probably shouldn't name. I was a typical, heterosexual boy, da...
Don had a clear view of Tom through the tent's netting. He moved about the small campfire to adjust a misbehaving log. The best part was, Tom naked as a jaybird. He looked rather like an Indian with bare feet and his bronzed back glistening from the flames. Don studied his best friend. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the muscular, ripped man with long wavy b...
The slave trader, cloaked, with a hood covering his head, led the way in the predawn darkness up the dock and into the streets of the Greek island of Mykonos at the eastern edge of the Mykonos harbor port. Behind him was a burly yacht crewman with a blanketed bundle bent over a shoulder. Another crewman followed, a machine pistol in hand, his eyes looking ev...
Chapter 2 -- The Challenge For my usual readers, please note this relationship is D/s. With thanks to Blitzwing. ©Pelaam: February 2008 Stefan gave a sigh of pleasure that he was finally home. His face wore a warm smile at the thought of Kevin, naked apart from his collar, waiting for him. Just for him. As he opened the door and stepped inside he was quic...