King of the Orcs, Part 5
Stedon's fighting skills improved steadily after his return. He no longer had a problem with the passion to draw blood that Kreg had mentioned. He had conquered his fear of pain and death. Alone in the wilderness, faced with starvation or attacks by...
King of the Orcs, Part 4
Train they did. It took a few days for the orcs to really grasp Stedon's method, but once they did, a new light shone from their eyes. "Grunt, come here," Grothor growled after he dropped his last boulder. Stedon approached. "Feel the pump in this...
King of the Orcs, Part 3
The orcs each gave Stedon a swat to the ass when they woke in the morning. Grothor awoke hard for obvious reasons and Stedon was ordered to finish what he started. This he did gladly. Grothor's cock was the largest and most shapely of his band. Stedon...
This Is Budweiser
When Hank managed to open his eyes again, he saw the world through foggy glass. He squeezed his eyes tight and blinked them a few times. The effort to try and raise his head provoked a groan. His neck felt like a 2x4, and since his father was in...
The Stranger
I wake nervous. The television still flickers, the sound low. I shift my position on the couch and my empty TV dinner tray falls to the carpet. My whiskers quiver. A roof beam cracks as it settles. A soft, extended sigh wafts up from the baseboards as...
Crete: Part Three
Paulo did not see Asterion again for days. He and the pack no longer roamed the corridors. Theseus had found an empty square room and declared that night the end of their flight. "We will not longer run," Theseus said. "Here we make our stand. And...
Crete: Part Two
Paulo had been about to start on more of the oat cakes. Asterion took another slow sip of wine and simply waited for Paulo to obey. Paulo's fingers trembled as they undid his loincloth. The white loincloth of his slavery. Warm chamber air touched...
Crete: Part One
The birds wheeled overhead, a great flock of them, filling the air with a high piping. Paulo watched them from the deck of the ship. All were silent now. No more tears for home or wails in the night, clutching each other's shackled arms. Now was...
Dancing With Mesteño
Tripping on my way through the door was not a good start. I managed to catch most of the impact on my palms, leaving me numb to the wrist with dull shooting pain to my elbows, but at least I saved my knees. "Are you all right?" My breath...
Man of the House
I'm glad the water's cold. He's leaning on the side of the pool with the light playing in ribbons off of his chest. I've been watching him for ten minutes. We don't get many rhinos in Wisconsin, so he stands out from the yipping and splashing of...
The Ninth
The snow swirled thick as feathers. From the window with its German style grid of diamond panes fixed into a deep mahogany sash, Cupid watched it glitter beneath the perpetual northern lights. Three days before the Night. Dunder had told him of...
The Black Stable
The night is so hot you can feel the sheets sticking to your skin. The window is open, but there isn't a hint of a breeze. Cicaedas throb so loud you have to put the pillow over your head to drown them out. 'So much for a great family...