“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 are great for taking down prey, but for skinning and butchering you’re going to want human hands. In my twenty-five years on earth, I’ve butchered maybe two hundred and fifty deer, so I make quick work of this one. He’s a beaut, though. My stomach’s growling just looking at him, but a good alpha doesn’t eat until his pack has fed and Mama and Papa raised me to be a good alpha. Some day I’ll have a mate, pups, maybe a whole pack, and I’ll 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
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
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.
The Devil surveyed the man in front of him: slim, short, blond, powerlessly naked against the looming bulk he’d assumed for purposes of intimidation, but not intimidated. The man–Gavriel, his paperwork said–stood strong but not defiant with his hands clasped behind his back and his head down, sneaking little peeks up through his lashes at the magnificent manifestation of evil before him rather as though it turned him on.
This would never do. Continue reading
On the first nice day of March, it was inevitable that the quad would be crowded, that students would line the low stone wall that ringed it, jostling for position and joking noisily. Warmer weather meant that they bounced off each other with smiling gibes instead of hissed warnings as they made their way across the unevenly-paved square. It also meant that the sun was high and bright, glaring off the white stone as it peered over the spire of the administration building.
All of which meant that when Archer looked up in response to a shouted “heads” to find a frisbee coming at him, he tripped, resulting in both the frisbee bouncing off his forehead and his books spraying across the quad. Given the current set of circumstances, that fall was only to be expected and had nothing to do with the row of jocks showing off their bulging biceps in t-shirts. Continue reading
This story, although it can be read as a standalone, is best appreciated as an epilogue to Merge Ahead – Will and Adam’s story.
Will glanced at the email, then quickly looked away. He’d known it was coming. His agent had gone through the terms with him by phone yesterday and had told him the actual contract was on its way, but he still couldn’t look at it directly. It was too bright, too wonderful, too impossible. If he opened the attachment, it wouldn’t really be a publishing contract. Would it?
“What do you think?” he asked the cat curled up in his lap. Cricket patted Will’s cheek with her paw.
“Yes, yes, I know. Pet you.” He scratched behind her ears, pretending to be put out by how needy she was but secretly appreciating the fact that Cricket liked him best. Cricket’s older sister Marnie never sat in his lap. Marnie was as head-over-heels in love with his husband Adam as Will was himself, but Cricket … Cricket liked him. Continue reading
He fastens the cuffs around my wrists, right one first. I’m right handed, so when my right hand is immobilized I feel immediately restricted, then doubly restricted when the left is immobilized too. He always does the right one first, whether we’re standing or lying, in bed or on the rack.
Today I’m on the bed, face down. I squirm my hips into the mattress, my dick already growing hard because I know that being tied face down means he’ll fuck me after. Continue reading