How did he get here, he had thought, slinging the skinned pig carcass over his shoulder. Lucius Papirius had been the hero of the 9th Legion. Over three storied tours he had aided in he conquering of the northern Barbarian lands and rescued the kidnapped son of a nobleman. His name was sung in the songs of that conquest and the children of the Abentine insis...
Thank you so much for the comments on the first part of this story! They inspired me to keep writing, even with computer troubles. I hope there weren't too many mistakes there, or here. I am very new to writing and haven't mastered anything- especially editing. Anyway please enjoy! I woke up feeling disconnected. I tried to swing my legs out of bed, but f...
All participants are over 18. I didn't wake up in horror. That came later. It started with the nausea and the vomiting and the piercing pain behind my eyes. I took stock of myself and found my t-shirt soiled and stinking. I had vomited in my sleep. I quickly realized I had also pissed my pants. My sheets were equally dirty; I was glad I had a mattress cov...
This story contains non-consensual gay (M/M) sex and other things that may offend. * After a mostly sleepless night, I spent the day at work alternating between the duties of the job and trying to think of ways out of this hell I had created for myself. I considered different options. I could call his bluff and refuse to continue on, but I didn't think...
Chapter Five Sunday, August 25th, 1985 Kyle felt the warmth under him as he fluttered, waking early on this day. He had a broad, bright smile, for today was special. He felt the ruffle of Mike's callused hand, and wondered how he always knew that Kyle was awake. Softly he moved up the dark mat of chest fur and curled under his chin. "Hey," Mike said. "Ha...
The boy wasn't really a boy (he'd just turned 18 a month ago), but he really felt like one. His name was Damien, and he was a street child. He'd lost his parents when the war broke out, and the opposing warriors came in riding with destruction in their hearts. Damien didn't know who'd won, but he didn't much care. Homeless and hungry, he'd joined other kids...
East Herkimer, New York, a town in the central part of New York State located just off the Thruway. A sleepy place that isn't much different today than it was back in 1973, when this story took place. *** It looked like every insect that was attracted to light was buzzing around the bare bulb that was supposed to illuminate the area around the door of the...
Ron and Gary needed cash. They were waiting for a pay off on a renovation job they'd done but they needed fast cash now to fund another job they had lined up. "It's not like we need a lot, even 500 bucks would tide us over." Gary said. He and Ron were lounging on my sofa buck naked after just having taken turns plowing my hole. I was busy at the kitchen co...
I woke early to the sound of truck doors slamming nearby and the deep rumble of cold engines beginning to warm. For a moment the noises were alien and alarming, but then a flash of recollection put them in context. The trucker. The day had barely begun but already some drivers were getting the jump on it, pulling out of their bays and trundling across the...
Making to head home, I pulled open the front door of the Cottage only to find someone standing right outside: a petite brunette, turned away from the door as if surveying the night. When I appeared, she jumped and span round. It was Samantha, my fellow deputy manager. What the fuck was she doing way out here? "DAVID!" she exclaimed and gave me a stinging s...