This story features Blake and Vadim from Pledged, but it can be enjoyed as a standalone. Content warning for harsh S/M including CBT. If you don’t know what CBT is, it might not be for you!
Technically, Blake made it to the Delta Iota Kappa house in plenty of time. He hung out on the stone wall in the courtyard with some of the guys from his pledge class, whiling away the last few minutes before the mandatory house meeting. November had the sun fading quickly, a visual reminder that the clock was ticking. Xiang stood up with a joke about the consequences of being late, and rather than follow him inside, Blake dallied long enough to stroll into the meeting so far past starting time that his tardiness couldn’t help but be noticed. His goal? To receive exactly the consequences Xiang had joked about.
Today that goal would be realized. Blake was about to be paddled. Continue reading
Content warning: this story contains adult incest
Nor liked looking at Toby more than anything—more than bluebells in a spring meadow, more than an impressive set of points on a buck he’d brought down, more than chipmunks quarreling with each other over a nut or a fresh coat of new-fallen snow blanketing the woods in white. Continue reading
“Westfield Firehouse, Paul speaking.”
“Hi, um, is this the fire department?”
“Uh huh.” Paul rubbed lazily across his belly, feeling out the muscle there. Firefighters had a reputation for being fit, but it was hard to eat healthy at the firehouse thanks to all the junk food around the place. If one of the company wasn’t bringing in goodies, then ladies were dropping by with baked goods. Paul liked baked goods. He just didn’t like ladies.
At least, not the way they wanted him to. Continue reading
Content warning: this story contains adult incest
Fangs and claws were great for taking down prey, but for skinning and butchering, human hands worked better. In Nor’s twenty-five years on earth, he’d butchered maybe two hundred and fifty deer, so he made quick work of this one. It was a beaut, though. His stomach growled just looking at it, but a good alpha didn’t eat until his pack had fed, and Mama and Papa had raised him to be a good alpha. Someday he’d have a mate, pups, maybe a whole pack, and he wanted to be worthy of them. Continue reading
When Rex got back from the bar with Martin’s froufrou drink and his own bottle of beer, he found his friend’s attention fixed on a nearby table.
“Who’s that?” Martin asked with a nudge. He picked up the fruity concoction he’d made Rex order and drank from it using the tiny cocktail straw, being intentionally provocative if Rex were to guess. That was Martin—intentionally provocative—but they weren’t in New York City today. Today they were at the bar closest to Rex’s ranch, and the man Martin was ogling was his nearest neighbor. Continue reading
Prologue: A Vampire Is Born
The T-Rex rumbled across the frozen tundra, a mindless beast in search of food but finding only snow and ice and the exposed bones of other predators’ kills. Ahead of him a shadow flittered and he picked up his pace, moving in relentless pursuit as his prey scrambled before him. He leaned down with strong jaws to snap at the needed morsel, his tiny brain registering too late the movement beneath him. Continue reading
I meet myself at a keg party.
Leaning against a counter in an over-bright frat house kitchen, a red Solo cup of the usual half-warm, half-flat, thoroughly-awful beer in hand, listening to my bestie Lydia babble about all the babes in the room as I scan it in pursuit of my own next victim, I see myself. Not in a mirror, though it almost could be, but in a man. Continue reading
Content warning: this story includes instances of dubious consent
I first realized my wife enjoyed a bit of nipple pain early in our courtship when my teeth grazed her nipple and she moaned. I’m not slow to jump on anything that turns a woman on, so I made a point of adding a little rough nipple play into most of our sessions. I soon learned that there was mmm-pain and there was ouch-pain, but figuring out which action caused which re-action was trickier.
I bought the first pair of nipple clamps for our second anniversary. People tell you that sex levels off after you get married, and they aren’t wrong. The only time I felt that old spark from her was when I spent some time biting her nipples, but there were positions where biting wasn’t feasible, and I worried I’d lose myself in the moment and bite one right off. The harder, the better from her point of view, but I didn’t want a wife with one nipple. Continue reading
This story features Jack and Maddox from Deep Under. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read Deep Under. Please use the Jack&Maddox tag to see all Jack & Maddox epilogues.
The package was waiting for Jack when he got home—a box addressed to Maddox, graced by a Post-It note on which Maddox had written the words Happy Anniversary.
No wrapping paper, no card. Typical Maddox.
Jack ran his thumb over the Post-It note, knowing Maddox had touched it. This assignment had been a rough one—long and relentless, with little downtime and no way to communicate. He’d managed to get an occasional message sent home, but there hadn’t been any way for Maddox to send one back.
It’d been three weeks since he’d been touched by his lover, almost that much since they’d had a chance to speak, and Jack was hungry to see him again. But in the meantime, there was a box. Continue reading
His Boy Alex is a long-term, cock cage-based M/M chastity story told in a series of blog posts by T. M. Chris. Please use the link to go to the first post and click forward from there.