From Top To Bottom - Part 1 of 3
Max Glaw went over his gear again, checking the straps and buckles of his armour while the other members of his team smartly deployed from the van behind him. Giving his stun shotgun one last all-over, he received their captain's Go signal. Swiftly the...
In The Showers
The swimming baths were dark. Their owner had closed them an hour ago, and only the street light's gloom fell through the huge window-fronts. Max was still swimming his lanes, slowly and comfortable. He knew the owner by chance, and for a fee was...
From Top To Bottom - Part 2 of 3
The ride back to HQ was uncomfortable, but arriving was worse. Colleagues called out for Max and teased him in the showers. When he passed by the canteen, cheers and wild applause greeted him. He saw himself on the main screen, cumming gloriously,...
Just A Master For Tonight
"You are so hard!" The fox moans, drawing another threatening growl from Nathan, the doberman pounding his backside. He digs his fingers into the hips of the white fox, who is lying suspended in a swing made of leather. Wet slapping noises from their...
A Gift from the Highlord
_Men need to be dominated. It is just that simple. Few would admit it, but most want to be put in their place. By reward or by the whip, it does not matter. I am prince. Their place is beneath my feet._ Prince Lionel's feet are idly pawing at the...
From Top To Bottom - Part 3 of 3
Robinson Bruce Kreet had left on silent soles. Max still stood in front of the water cooler, another cup in hand, contemplating Kreet's offer. If that was his chance, so be it. He took the chip and slotted it into his wrist socket. Data uploaded into...
Alone With The Heat
It was one of those lonely nights. Too warm to sleep, too tired to read or play. My mind kept slipping in and out of consciousness, but never did I really drift fully into the soft embrace of slumber. Heat affects a skink, and my kind would rather hide...
Der Bürodämon
Mit der rechten, von schwarzem Fell bedeckten Pfote führt der Magier den Stab. Zentriert in der Mitte seines Kreises stehend, die Füße von rostig roter Lunte umschlungen, beschreibt er mit ihm eine Reihe komplexer Formen und Symbole in der Luft vor...
Zwangspause (Lyrik)
1. Er ist allein in seinem Raum, dem höchsten Punkt im Palast. Darin sind weiche Sitzkissen, verteilt um einen niedrigen Tisch. Man muss knien oder die Beine kreuzen, um sich an diesen Tisch zu setzen. Er hat ihm den Rücken zugewandt um aus dem...