The Foreman
"Looking good, there, lion!" "Yeah, work those hips, kitty!" "I gotta spot behind this wall I'm building with your name on it, pussy! Just say the word!" I'm burning from my muzzle to my ears by the time I duck in the front door. It feels like a...
Wage Slave
Prologue I'm tied to my back to my boss's desk. My arms and legs lie flush to the stained tropical wood, stretched to their limits in a wide 'X'. My naked body lies displayed under the soft glow of the downtown Seattle lights that shine through the...
The Man Spa
For Xythian You lie beneath the soft fluffy white towel in the largest of the private massage parlors. It's practically a small apartment, complete with its own change room, a cabinet containing various oils, and a few bonsai spruce trees for...
King of the Orcs Pt. 3
Stedon opened his eyes slowly. They widened when he saw the snarling visage of a bald, yellow-eyed orc standing over him. It wasn't Grothor. This brute had a scar across one eye and a pierced nose. Wider cheekbones than Grothor had. All in all, a less...
The Island
We fucked like we were going to die. The water would last another day, maybe two. The raft had no food. There was only myself and First Mate Jaco. Such a strapping, hard-bodied black bear. Prime Brazilian steak, that one. He used his striped shirt to...
King of the Orcs Part 2
No firelight greeted Stedon when he found the orc's cave. Stedon feared the worst until he got close enough to hear the piggish snorting of Grothor's snores. That brought a smile to Stedon's face. He'd never imagined orcs snoring. Grothor would...
King of the Orcs Part 1
Stedon remembered the first time he saw an orc. A small raid had come down from the mountains two springs past. Father hid the family in the root cellar while they ransacked the farm. The orcs stole the chickens and his mother's fresh-baked bread still...
Sessions
SESSIONS One finger tap, and my entire yearly tax return is gone. I sit back and try to stay calm. My hands rub my thighs. I have no idea when he will reply, or even if. He usually charges $100 an hour, and I just sent him seven times that much. ? In...
King of the Orcs, Part 11
Valnog was the Best Blade's shaman. It fell to him to prepare Stedon and Zor. Valnog consulted with his former warleader on the details all through the night. As for Stedon, it was impossible for him to sleep.The Best Blades were in high spirits at the...
King the Orcs, Part 10
It was a glum fire that the Big Boys sat around to have their evening meal. There were fine roast shanks of dripping meat to be had. Barrels of bloodbeer. Even tongue of drake, a rare delicacy. Stedon touched none of it. He crouched with his bulging...
King of the Orcs, Part 9
Oltuk, potential recruit of the Best Blades, was bored. He stood gazing out over the towering, spiked red iron walls of Adaar'kurn at the Blood River, winding its way through a series of small rapids before it entered the fortress. In another week,...
King of the Orcs, Part 6
Zor did not look pleased. He flung his drinking horn to the ground at his feet, where it shattered. The hall quieted. "So Grothor taught you to fight," Zor conceded. "Well, a war-wolf can be taught to fight just as fiercely." Stedon laughed. "You...