Jim Carmody was on his way to a slaughter. His own. As he walked down the street to meet his master, he knew what was waiting for him when he entered the house at the end of Merritt Road, and for most people, even imagining what was going to happen would have sent them running in the opposite direction. Jim Carmody was not most people, and as he made his wa...
Bing Bing.....Bing Bing. Aaron sat on the side of his bed, grimacing at the thought of checking the message on his phone. It had been a month since his tag team loss to Greg and Diego, and he and Matthew were no longer on speaking terms. Aaron had all but vanished from the underground wrestling scene and become a recluse. It was hard for him to accept that...
Weeks ago, I hit the "Complete Checkout" button in my browser and laughed to myself. I had made a crazy, stupid purchase that was a combination of hormones and "what the hell!" easily aided by the anonymity of the internet. Out of sight, out of mind though, I had forgotten what I had bought until it arrived in my mailbox a week later. I was half hard just ca...
In high school I had been the best on my wrestler on my team. I had gone to state in the 195 weight class my junior and senior year but had never taken home the title. My sophomore year, before my growth spurt and finding my love of working out, I had lost at regionals in the 160 weight class; and freshman year I had been the Junior Varsity wrestler in the 1...
Be careful what you wish for! You probably know the rest of the saying. And yes, sometimes you do get it. I have been extremely lucky so far to have been able to indulge in what was once just a fantasy. Messy male erotic wrestling. I have had the pleasure of wrestling in a wondrous variety of substances and meeting a terrific selection of guys of all sha...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
Chapter Two My Nemesis Morgan Thaler. He had been my nemesis ever since I took the Thoman job. Always dismissive of me whenever we had run into each other, I wondered how he would treat me knowing that I had taken what he thought was his. I had seen him in the gym often with his sales team. He had always had a great body and looked like he was packing. But...
Friday night, the end of another strenuous work week. Every night, it’s the same: be there at 10, get off at 3. I liked my hours at the shipping factory. It was late, not a lot a noise and I worked by myself. I wasn’t a hateful person, I just preferred working alone. I certainly wasn’t one to turn heads, either, being of average height and a slight weight of...
I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
It was Blanche who gave me the courage and confidence to do what I did. It is true that I gained the necessity to do something because I watched her going under the control of the Duke of Gano's cock and, having seen what he could do and was willing to do, I despaired of the whole kingdom coming under his sway. Until now, although Blanche's schemes had serv...