“Jimmy? Are you there?”
Jimmy could still hear the voice in his head as he drove down the freeway, heading for the city proper. He had snuck out of his room in the middle of the night, and was on his way to Pigtown--all because a dream that he was somehow certain wasn’t a dream at all.
“Please Jimmy, you have to help me. He’s hurting me, please, Jimmy, please!...
2021-09-18 02:01:17 +0000 UTC View PostSamuel pushed his way out onto the street, taking a few deep breaths of the cold night air. He hadn’t even gathered his coat from the studio before he’d abandoned the young man he’d picked up from Depot, but he hoped that the chill might settle him, ground him for a moment. He flexed his hands, and tried to shake the sensation of that young man’s flesh, how it had bent and twisted, how ...
2021-09-16 01:25:37 +0000 UTC View PostFolks supporting me over on Sponsus can put suggestions in the hat for little flash fictions they'd like to see me write! Here's the first one this month! If you have an idea, the suggestion box is open over there.
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“I mean, I want to get bigger, but no one tells you how much work it is, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty common. Everyone wants to get big until they re...
2021-09-15 22:15:38 +0000 UTC View Post“What do you want pig? You want more smoke?”
The man on his knees in front of Kyle gave a little whimper, but the size of his hard on, and the hunger in his eyes showed that his hesitancy was no longer as powerful as his newfound lust. Kyle took a long drag off the jumbo pipe he was smoking tonight at The Hideaway, wrapped one leather glove around the man’s chin, and fed him the smo...
2021-09-14 00:59:01 +0000 UTC View PostPrecinct 27 had been a normal police precinct, at one point. The neighborhood had been rundown, ripe for gentrification maybe, but no more troubled than any other area of the city. But then, they’d seen an uptick in public indecency, nudity, sex in the alleys, all of it originating at the far end of its jurisdiction. Rumor told of a bar or a club or a complex called Pigtown that had opened up...
2021-09-11 00:47:49 +0000 UTC View PostParker swore that it had been a normal workout--usually a couple of hours from when he started stretching to his cool down cardio. When he looked outside though, he was confused to see that it was night already, and he had been lifting weights for close to five hours straight, cycling through arms, back, legs, chest, core and back again, over and over, desperate to try use up the energy that wa...
2021-09-08 20:12:49 +0000 UTC View PostAfter Parker had slapped him around back at their apartment, Samuel had spent a few minutes brooding a bit about it, and then packed a bag so he could stay overnight in his studio. It was over between them, unofficially at this point, but he wasn’t stupid enough to wait for a brute like that to come back and break the news to him. He doubted that Parker even remembered where his studio was, h...
2021-09-06 21:08:32 +0000 UTC View PostMarlon was lost, had been lost for a while now. Sometimes, he was there in the cage, feeling his body slowly draining away, too exhausted to move, too exhausted to do much of anything. Other times, he was out of the cage, with Shadow, who for the last week, had been tormenting Marlon’s shade almost non-stop. Shadow didn’t seem to need sleep, or food, or water. Marlon, on the other hand--or ...
2021-09-03 23:29:23 +0000 UTC View PostHey all! After last week's nightmare, I've started an account over on Sponsus.org, where I will be dedicating most of my energy as far as crowdfunding goes for the forseeable future. You can check out my profile here! The good news is, they have a tool that let me import most of my Patreon content into that platform withou...
2021-09-01 23:32:36 +0000 UTC View PostThe week before, after going to see his friend Kyle at the smoke shop and having that strange conversation with Marshall,Jim had strode down the sidewalk and gone straight towards the precinct as Marshall had suggested. Standing outside the building, however, his resolve had wavered. Marshall had told him he had two options. Either he could forget that any of this had ever happened, like everyo...
2021-09-01 22:35:08 +0000 UTC View PostPart 3: The Long Shadows Behind the Light
Chapter 1: Feeding the Flame
The Tuesday after he’d met Rod in the VIP room above Depot, Samuel had given him a call and said he wanted to talk about his offer. He’d intended the meeting to be short--long enough to turn his deal down, and maybe throw a drink in his face. Samuel had never wanted to be bou...
2021-08-30 22:03:33 +0000 UTC View PostThose of you who follow me on twitter, or are members of my discord, may have seen the news that I got pinged by Patreon support for violating their terms of service. I'd been careful as of late, but that last story of mine got me in trouble, and as a result, I had to do a very substantial purge of my content on here in order to try and get back into their good graces. Good news is, my account ...
2021-08-27 23:11:00 +0000 UTC View PostHey all! It's been a hell of a summer, and a hell of a week, struggling through a bunch of real life stuff, and it isn't looking like things are going to be lightening up anytime soon. As it is, I've been struggling to find time to write consistently, which I'm sure has been frustrating for readers out there, who would like more content on a regular basis. I too would like more content on a reg...
2021-08-25 22:39:17 +0000 UTC View PostGuess who finally cleared their commission queue! This fella, it was me. Sorry the content over here has been a little sporadic for the last while, but while I get back to work on The Pigtown Chronicles, I thought it would be a good time to do another interactive story! I considered picking up where I'd left off with Frat Daddy, but decided to start a new one instead. This time around, we h...
2021-06-15 01:22:54 +0000 UTC View PostI know I said I'd get back to The Pigtown Chronicles come May, but I'm still wrapping up the last few commissions before I can get back and start posting the third arc. In the meantime, another commissioner requested a story in the Pigtown universe, and gave me a chance to introduce a new part of the world in Pigtown which I'm eager to show you all as well.
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Alex checked...
2021-06-02 17:24:19 +0000 UTC View PostHey all! So I'm branching out into something I've been wanting to do for a while now, and have decided to start doing some solo, sexy video content--my stories, basically, but as a monologue. I posted one on youtube and linked to it a while back, which was this one. I've done another one, and have a few more in the wings, but,...
2021-05-01 23:35:09 +0000 UTC View Post
A few months ago, a patron sent me an email asking if I'd do a video for him, similar to the ones I've shown upper tier patrons in the past. I figured, why not? Here's the result! It's a first for me for a lot of things, especially video editing, which I don't do much of at all, but it was a good pra...
2021-04-06 17:10:25 +0000 UTC View PostAlright, here's the final chapter of part 2! I hope you enjoyed this one. There's going to be a bit of a break between this and part 3, which I will probably start posting in May. As for what's coming in April, I'm planning on another run of captions I think, which I'll be posting on discord first, and then over on my main blog. Until then, I have a sizable backlog of unposted stories I nee...
2021-03-18 00:57:31 +0000 UTC View PostBarry and Dennis didn’t cuddle much. Perhaps it was because Dennis was a bit cold in bed, and guarded his sleep close. You couldn’t do a clean surgery if you were tired in the morning, after all. But this morning, Dennis appreciated it. The little spoon wasn’t his usual position, since he was bigger than Barry was, but this morning, he felt enveloped in his husband’s arms somehow. Safe....
2021-03-16 03:12:13 +0000 UTC View Post“Rise and shine meatheads, let’s get to fuckin’ work!”
Richard groaned and rolled over on the mattress, and nearly tumbled off--he reached out and found a post and stopped himself, then looked around. He had no idea where he was. In fact, he had no idea where he was supposed to be. He had no real idea who he was, either, for that matter. It was easier to start with the where--so h...
2021-03-13 02:59:33 +0000 UTC View PostDennis quickly discovered that The Hideaway wasn’t so much a bar, as a fucking maze. The hallway made a few turns, and then ended at a junction going left or right. The corridor was narrow, and barely lit. He stood there for a couple moments, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and then went right, trying to follow the sounds of what he assumed would be the crowd at the main bar. But after follow...
2021-03-11 02:27:21 +0000 UTC View PostRichard found himself dragged down some concrete steps into the basement of the house where Barry had driven them. It was not his house--where in the hell was he? He tried to focus on what was going on around him, but it was difficult. He never drank that much, but Barry had just kept filling his glass from all those pitchers, and he was such a good guy, he hadn’t wanted to disappoint him. No...
2021-03-09 01:50:39 +0000 UTC View PostFor the rest of the week, Dennis found himself running that odd encounter with Kyle’s father over and over in his head, trying desperately to fit all of his memories of the last week into some sort of order. Some of the pieces now felt like they didn’t fit anywhere...(had he really seen Kyle that night in Depot? If he had, why would he have taken him home? If he couldn’t take him home, wh...
2021-03-06 23:29:32 +0000 UTC View PostThursday evening, after work, Barry was on the corner where Hugh had told him to wait. Depot was down the street, and he watched the nearly unmarked door keep a steady traffic going in, even this early. Barry was surprised that a club would ever be that busy on a weeknight, but he found himself thinking about the dance floor again, thinking about how he’d almost gotten lost there, but lost th...
2021-03-04 02:24:55 +0000 UTC View PostUpstairs that evening, Marshall had Kyle assist with cooking dinner, and after they’d eaten, he led him into the living room. There, against the wall, was another humidor full of Marshall’s private stash of cigars, and hanging beside it, a rack with his pipes. He pulled out two cigars, handed one to Kyle, and soon they were on the couch, kissing and swapping smoke, and it wasn’t long befo...
2021-03-02 14:55:57 +0000 UTC View PostOf all the things that Barry had considered that meeting might be, he was left with a result, afterward, that was so far beyond his expectations that by the time he got home, he was sure that it must have been a dream of some sort. A hallucination, perhaps. He checked his wallet twice, but everything was there. He hadn’t given out any personal information that he could recall, but maybe he’...
2021-02-27 02:48:52 +0000 UTC View PostKyle did think about what Marshall had said. It was all he could really think about for the rest of that afternoon, that evening after he went home, while he tried to sleep, and in the morning when he woke up. He kept thinking about watching that little bit of smoke slide into Dennis’ ear, thought about what he had seen in the shed that night, thought about what kind of power could make somet...
2021-02-25 21:49:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe phone call on Monday had been cryptic:
“Brokerage,” a rather deep voice had said on the other end of the line, after Barry dialed the number he’d been given.
“Yes, hello. My name is Barry Gersholm. I was given a card with this number to contact a Mr. Ian Miller.”
There was a bit of silence. “Who gave you the number?”
“A fellow named Hugh.”
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2021-02-23 04:08:15 +0000 UTC View PostAs soon as Dennis stepped into the lobby at Precinct 27 on Tuesday around noon, he gave a little grimace. This was not the well kept, shiny sort of police station they had out in the suburbs (or at least, it wasn’t the idea of a well kept, shiny police station that he had in mind, since he had never stepped foot in one aside for a tour with the boy scouts when he was a teenager). The room was...
2021-02-19 23:24:58 +0000 UTC View PostKyle woke up on Saturday morning with a throbbing headache and a sore throat, enough that when he went downstairs, his mother asked him if he was catching a cold, while his father just kept reading the paper, uninterested. Kyle waved his mom off, worried he might still smell of alcohol, or worse, smoke, but if either of them noticed, they didn’t say anything. He sat down, had breakfast, and t...
2021-02-18 02:13:46 +0000 UTC View Post