Author: indieerotica

Showering with Dad’s Rugby Team (Dads and Lads #1)

Mackie’s life takes an unexpected turn when he’s dragged to his dad’s rugby practice—which soon spirals into a whirlwind of sweat, secrets, and self-discovery of a young lad among the dads. Surrounded by rugged teammates and the intoxicating chaos of locker-room masculinity, Mackie finds himself navigating the tangled relationship between fathers, sons, and the unspoken truths that surface in the steam of the shower block.

Showering With Dad's Rugby Team is a 9,500 word short story.

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Excerpt

“C’mon, Mackie, run for fuck’s sake!” my dad shouted across the pitch. Phil’s Lycra underwear worked fine as shorts, no one had made a comment about that. But my mind only focused on the roomy pouch my dick was supposed to sit in. Phil’s junk sat snugly there while mine rubbed up against the material, giving me an uncalled-for hard-on with every stroke my legs took. And I was supposed to run a lot.

“Come on, Mackie!” More voices shouted. “Come on!”

The ball was wrapped under my armpit like the most precious jewels as I ran full pelt across the pitch. A swarm of men ran after me, and although I wanted desperately to swirl underneath them as they piled atop me, I knew this wasn’t the time or the place. Fantasy aside, I had to run. Run towards the inevitable end of this second half I’d played—the final shower.

I’d thought of nothing else for the entire match. Would it be a repeat of being there with Phil, having my body commented on and looked at? Could I replicate the semi-hard growth I’d achieved, especially with my dad there? How would he react to showering with his son or exposing me to the after-match lads? He’d treated me so far as a clumsy kid abseiling down a rock face, constantly yelling at me to ‘watch out’ and ‘be careful’ as I tried my best to get stuck in the game. He wasn’t yelling at me to run fast now because I was somehow slow, but because of the half-dozen brutish men even bigger and bulkier than Phil who ran after me like I was a gazelle who’d stolen the lions’ last good piece of meat.

It was a good thing my heart had been pounding nonstop since imagining my lips around Phil’s soft cock, because with so much blood pumping around my body, I ran faster than I ever knew was possible. Also, I didn’t want anyone to see my erection so obviously poking through Phil’s Lycra. Why couldn’t my body save the hard-on for the showers when I actually wanted to show off?

The faded try-line melted into the grass rushed towards me, and I glanced behind to see Mr. Stevens of all people gaining on me. He ran with a growl covering his face. One I could easily imagine inhaling half a bottle of poppers before slamming his dick full force into a hole. My annoyingly hard dick was screaming ‘let that hole be mine!’ Not the time nor the place. I know I needed to cum, and quickly. My mind’s like mush when I’m horny and I can’t concentrate on a single other thing until I solve the problem. Usually, the solution is only a locked bathroom stall away, and I’m not constantly teased by another man’s Lycra rubbing against my cockhead.

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Jeramie Lecleaux: Boyslut Detective: Four-Pack Bundle #2

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his sharp eyes, clever wits, and well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects.

Jeramie is always ready to give it his all to root out the clues and solve the crime, even if it means bending over for an older man...or two, or three...or diving into the world of super kinky taboo gay sex... No criminal is safe when this boyslut detective is on duty!

This bundle collects the previously-published Jeramie Lecleaux parts 5-8 stories:
- Escaped Convict Gangbang
- Catching the Coach
- Cucking Coach's Boyfriend
- Cheating Coach

Jeramie Lecleaux: Boyslut Detective: Four-Pack Bundle #2 is a 73,000-word collection.

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As Foxx hauled Jeramie into his room, Dirk called out, “Don’t take too long. I gotta take me a man-sized piss.”

Kent and Foxx both ignored him. Neither bothered to close the door to Jeramie’s room. Once they were inside, Foxx tossed Jeramie onto his bed. The eighteen-year-old bounced on the mattress twice, coming to a stop on his belly to stare right at the two escaped convicts.

“Keep an eye on him,” Kent ordered. “I’m gonna get dressed first.”

Jeramie spotted a pile of clothes over by the corner. The other two were still wearing their convict uniforms. They must not have had time to change, Jeramie reasoned. Kent was the only one with any actual clothes to wear.

To Jeramie’s shock, the Black man dropped the towel he had wrapped around his waist. It fell to the floor with a heavy, wet sound. Jeramie had time to register that before something else captured all of his attention.

Kent was, by far and wide, the biggest man he had ever seen!

There was not an inch of fat anywhere on Kent’s whole body. Every single spot contained muscle. It was like looking at a moving statue carved out of solid stone. Each time Kent moved even the slightest bit, a part of him flexed.

Jeramie couldn’t help himself. His youthful eyes raked down over Kent’s massive body. The man had to be at least six-four in height and well over two-hundred pounds of muscle. One bicep looked to be twice the size of Jeramie’s skull. The young man doubted that he could have gotten both of his arms around one thigh. They were just that thick.

Jeramie felt his throat go dry. He tried to swallow in order to wet it.

Foxx caught the look Jeramie was giving Kent and burst out laughing. “Hey, Kent. That lil’ faggot is pervin’ on you something fierce. Check it out!”

Kent turned his head and saw Jeramie starring. “Hell, what’s the matter with you, boy? You ain’t never seen a real man’s body before?”

Kent flexed his arms, which caused multiple muscles all over his body to pop out. Jeramie’s eyes did so as well. He felt his mouth fill up with saliva. Rather than having a dry throat, Jeramie now feared he might drown in his own thirst.

“Fuck, don’t let me feel left out, papito.” With no forewarning, Foxx stripped out of the upper half of his prison uniform. “Like what you see over here?”

Kent rolled his eyes at the other man. Foxx, however, moved closer to his partner so that Jeramie could have a better look. The convict flexed his body, showing off every single muscle, as well as the tattoos that adorned his flesh.

Foxx was, in Jeramie’s assessment, just as physically fit as Kent. The difference came down to a difference in height and the size of their bodies. Kent was the bigger man on the whole. Foxx was slightly shorter and more compact. They were each, however, loaded with rock-hard muscles that bulged when they moved. More importantly, they had been in prison for a long time and were desperate to unload.

“Too bad,” Kent said proudly when Jeramie’s eyes continued to wander back over his way. “Can’t steal the spotlight for too long. Lil’ man must have a weakness for dark meat.”

To emphasize his point, Kent reached down to grasp hold of his cock. “See this?” Kent taunted. “This here’s what makes a real man. You like it?”

Against his will, Jeramie ran the tip of his tongue over his lower lip, wetting it so that it shone in the dim light of the weak winter midday sun. Seeing this as a challenge, Foxx reached down and grabbed hold of his waistband. A quick push dropped both the uniform’s lower half and the boxers underneath.

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Cheating Coach

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year-old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his wits and his well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects. Daddy’s birthday is nearly here, but Jeramie still needs to get his father a present. A quick errand turns into a baffling mystery. Even more suspicious, though, is Ricky’s behavior. Has Jeramie’s best friend got a secret of his own?

Cheating Coach is a 25,000-word story.

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Excerpt

Coach studied Jeramie for a moment. Slowly, he bent over slightly so as to look Jeramie in the eye.

“Listen,” he said in a gentle voice, placing a big hand down on Jeramie’s slender shoulder. “What goes on between Shaffeur and I… well, it’s not your fault, and it’s not your problem.”

Jeramie raised his head. “Really?” he asked, feeling uncertain. “Because…”

“Because nothing.” Coach didn’t give Jeramie the chance to recover. “He and I have some things to work out. Maybe I should have been clearer to him. About… a lot of things. But you didn’t make things bad between us. That’s on me.”

Jeramie couldn’t help himself. Coach was naked. He knew Coach’s smell drove him wild and made his cock spring to life and bounce in his pants. Spreading his arms wide, Jeramie reached out and gave Coach a big hug. The two boxes of underwear—his father’s birthday present––that he had been carrying around with him fell to the floor, forgotten.

Immediately, Jeramie felt himself drowning in Coach’s sweat and scent. The changing room tilted. Before he knew it, Jeramie was on his knees. Coach Ramirez’s cock was right in front of him. The thick tube of man meat was starting to fill out. A thick runny line of precum was already drooling down out of the piss slit, making a stain there on the carpet.

Jeramie couldn’t resist anymore. He launched forward like a young man starved and inhaled Coach’s big cock down his throat. The precum flooded his mouth at once, coating his tongue. Jeramie moaned deeply at the taste. It was like heaven and fireworks going off on his tongue.

“Fuuucckkkk,” Coach groaned, louder than he’d meant to. “You are one insatiable little faggot, ain’cha?”

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Cucking Coach’s Boyfriend

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year-old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his wits and his well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects. The super sleuth with the insatiable boypussy can’t seem to keep his mind on case work lately. This is bad news, because there is a foul plot afoot at his school. Somebody has unleashed an unearthly stench. Is this the work of a harmless prankster, or is a much more devious mind scheming to steal something?

Cucking Coach's Boyfriend is a 19,000-word story.

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Excerpt

Thunder shook the Lecleaux residence.

Lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the clouds for an instant. The gale cried out as the wind whipped through the neighborhood, scattering children’s toys and shingles to the four corners. Rain battered against the roof and the sides of the house. It was as if some ancient monster was beating its eldritch fists against sheetrock and masonry, trying to claw its way inside.

Jeramie lay bundled up under his covers. He didn’t believe in fairy tale monsters anymore. Since his Daddy started pounding his tight little faggot boypussy, Jeramie didn’t have nightmares. He never felt afraid so long as Detective Lecleaux’s warmth was pressed deep inside of him.

Tonight, however, Jeramie was asleep in his own bedroom. Daddy was in the room next door sleeping with his mom. Faintly, against the pounding of the rain and the rattling of the thunder, Jeramie could hear his father’s light snoring. He could almost picture the slow rise and fall of his father’s muscular, hairy chest.

Thinking about Daddy made Jeramie’s body ache. He wanted to be next to Daddy so badly. His hands needed to explore his father’s chest and stomach, to run his fingers all the way down to where Daddy’s hard cock stuck out from that thick patch of hair. He needed to cup Daddy’s huge balls in both hands and feel how heavy with cum they were.

Thoughts of Daddy made his little boypussy twitch. Jeramie knew that sensation well. He had been taking Daddy’s cock for a while now. That hard meat had carved a path inside of him, forming a groove where the thick, manly cudgel fit perfectly.

Jeramie started to get out of bed, but another clap of thunder shook the house, so he stayed put. He wasn’t usually this afraid of thunder. It was loud, certainly, and that brought with it a degree of caution. But this storm was different somehow. Jeramie could sense it.

The storm was bringing something to Pembrooke Falls—Jeramie’s hometown—and Jeramie wasn’t sure that he liked it.

To calm himself, the eighteen-year-old sleuth began counting the seconds between the lightning and the thunder. Jeramie had learned this trick years ago. One second equaled approximately one mile.

Of course, the storm was right on top of him. He could figure out that much without counting. Primarily, Jeramie wanted something to keep himself occupied. The storm would blow over eventually. He simply had to ride it out.

Gradually, Jeramie became aware of a sound. It was difficult to make out at first. The thunder and the rain together made it hard to hear. Jeramie raised up off his pillow and listened closely. For a moment, though, he thought that he’d heard footsteps.

Every so often, he would hear it again. The thunder would shake the house and mask every other sound, including the rain hitting the roof. As Jeramie continued to listen, he made out a step or two.

Someone was making their way up the staircase from the first floor, stepping in time with the thunder. Except, every so often, they would miscalculate. Jeramie felt sure of it.

Daddy was still asleep. Jeramie could hear his father’s light snores more easily now. It was like his senses were dialed up, on fire and alert for the slightest change. He could make out the footfalls on the soft carpet as they ascended the staircase. Whoever it was turned at the top and headed down the hallway toward him.

Jeramie tried to think, but it was like a fog had encased his skull. He couldn’t put together a plan of action. Nothing on his body wanted to cooperate either. Jeramie struggled to move, as though his bed sheet now weighed a ton.

A blinding flash of lightning shot down out of the sky, streaking past his window. Jeramie turned his head at the exact moment. The window on the right side of his room next to the closet was lit up. Light spilled out toward the bedroom door where a hulking shadow stood.

Jeramie’s eyes widened in shock. He thought he felt his heart skip a beat. The breath in his lungs seized up. His entire body went rigid.

It was Kent, the convict who had broken into his home a couple of weeks ago.

“Hello, bitch!” said Kent. A wide smile, exposing white teeth beamed, spread across the giant of a black man as he took a step into the room. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

Something jumped through Jeramie’s body. It felt like a small electric shock. Whatever it was, the sensation did the trick. At last, he could move. Jeramie had enough time to rise up before Kent was on him. The enormous Black convict reached out with two massive hands, seizing Jeramie in both of them. Jeramie tried to scream, but one hand came down hard over his mouth.

“You ain’t going nowhere, lil’ man!” The strength in Kent’s hands held Jeramie fast. He could feel them squeeze his smaller body. The darkness of his skin—like obsidian—stood out against Jeramie’s pale flesh. “Not until I’ve gotten my piece of boypussy again!”

Jeramie felt himself being lifted into the air. Kent dragged him out of the bed. Jeramie was thrown against the foot, lying face down with his legs hanging off.

“And this time,” Kent said, the hunger in his voice evident, “I ain’t sharing this faggot cunt with nobody!”

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Catching the Coach

Jeramie Lecleaux is an eighteen-year-old teen detective and slut puppy. When trouble strikes, he uses his wits and his well-trained boypussy to root out clues and interrogate suspects. Dodgeball season is almost over, and the championship is coming up. Pembrooke Falls High School is a shoo-in to win, but on the afternoon of the tournament, disaster strikes. Jeramie thinks the score was tampered with, but there may be no way to prove his theory since the crowd’s attention was conveniently diverted. It will take all his brains, and every trick his boypussy can do, to work out what really happened.

Catching the Coach is a 12,500-word story.

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Excerpt

He decided to go look for Shaffeur. There was a possibility that the star dodgeball player hadn’t gone back to class yet. If so, Jeramie could ask him directly.

“Here’s hoping Shaffeur hasn’t finished changing,” he mumbled, beginning the short trek.

The locker room was located on the right side of the gym, near the Visitor bleachers. Jeramie noticed a strange noise as he drew closer to the entrance. The door was cracked ever so slightly. Whoever shut it didn’t make sure the door was closed all the way.

Even better, Jeramie recognized the sounds.

“Fuck me, Coach!” cried a familiar voice, deepening the boyslut detective’s suspicions.

The locker room carried the unmistakable fragrance of young males. Despite this, Jeramie detected a faint trace of something denser. It was heavier and held a much stronger musk which tickled the hairs in his nose.

This confirmed what Jeramie already knew was happening. He could hear deep grunts from far on the other side of the locker area. Heavy breaths came through the thick, moist air. There was the noticeable sound of thick hairy flesh smacking hard against the smooth, tender thighs of a much younger man.

“Please! Please! Please!” cried Shaffer, begging for more. “Fuck me, Coach!”

This left no doubt in his mind. Coach Ramirez was fucking Timothy Shaffer. And, from the sound of things, this wasn’t their first time.

A hot shiver of lust rolled down Jeramie’s spine. He felt the world tilt around him. The smells coming from the locker room were intoxicating, especially for a lusty little slut puppy like himself. Jeramie could feel his cock grow hard in his shorts. His faggot boypussy flexed and puckered, suddenly alive and slick with need.

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Sexy Shorts: Volume Two: Gay Hookups and Anonymous Quickies

When men burn with desire…the only way to quench that fire is to give into it…

In this scorching hot bundle of ten super short gay erotica stories, you’ll find horny and desperate men engaging in discreet encounters, anonymous hookups, quickies in public places, older on younger, and much more.

Sexy Shorts: Volume Two includes seven new stories and three previously-published stories, featuring men who like to give into their most base desires and get dirty.

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I sat nervously in the examination room, waiting for the doctor. This was the last place I wanted to be, the last person I wanted to talk to, and the last problem I wanted to discuss…but it had to be done. I didn’t think my relationship would survive if I didn’t get this sorted.

Before I could have a full-on anxiety attack and run out of the room, the door rattled and the doctor came in. Oh, fuck. This was not my regular doctor. This one was hot like a porn star—daddy vibes with a hard chest and fur poking through the top of his shirt collar. I could already feel my dick thickening up.

He sat down at the desk and unlocked his computer. “Peter?” he said, reading my name off the chart. I nodded. “What can I do for you?”

My cheeks felt burning hot and I knew I had to be bright red with a blush. “I, uh…um…” Then I chuckled nervously. “Sorry, it’s embarrassing.”

The doctor—Dr. Scott, his nametag read—leaned back casually in his office chair. “There’s nothing embarrassing in here, son.” His pants stretched tight across his broad thighs and thick bulge. 

I managed to tear my eyes away from his crotch before it became obvious I was staring. Fuck, I needed to just get this out. I looked away from him and then blurted out, “My boyfriend can’t penetrate me. I’m too tight.”

There was a moment of silence between us and for a moment I thought he’d laugh or tell me to get the hell out. Instead, he leaned forward. “Have you been penetrated before?”

I shook my head. “He’s my first boyfriend. I’m only twenty.”

He chuckled, but it was a reassuring chuckle. “We can check that out and see what we can do.” He stood up and pulled on that roll of paper at the end of the examination table, laying out coverage for me. “Drop your pants and get up here, preferably on your hands and knees.”

“Um…okay,” I said. I stood and very nervously pulled off my pants and briefs. My cock was already at half-mast, hanging thick and heavy between my legs. When I turned around, I caught him staring at me and his gaze was drawn directly to my dick, but then he quickly looked away. He patted the examination table and I climbed up, propping myself up on my hands and knees. I realized that this was the position I took when my boyfriend tried to fuck me. I liked to think of it as the “begging for it” pose. Fuck, that was making my cock thicken even more.

Dr. Scott pulled on a pair of latex gloves and squired some lube on a finger. “I’m going to try first with a finger and see what we get.”

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Reincarnated as a Dragon Sovereign: The Complete Series Bundle

The world of Caelas Online is a full-immersion Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game—the most realistic the world has ever seen. Those seeking an escape from the drudgery of everyday life, or simply a brand new adventure in a realm of nigh-endless possibilities, flock to the virtual landscapes of Caelas where they can be anything they want to be.

Miller is a gamer through and through, and one of the handful of pioneers who have made a career for themselves playing Caelas. He is an achievement hunter of a particular persuasion, one that he has successfully monetized. His goal? To bed all the hottest men the game has to offer.

Reincarnated as a Dragon Sovereign: The Complete Series Bundle is a 22,000-word ebook that collects all four parts of the series.

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“I have seen you fight, Adventurer,” said Cel. A wry smile danced on his lips. His voice all but dripped with desire. “I doubt I’d much find the opportunity to make use of your name tonight.”

The comment took Miller for a bit of a loop. He wasn’t sure how to take it. Did Cel not think he was good enough to make him scream? Come to think of it, Cel hadn’t used his name yet. Was it perhaps because his name wasn’t worthy of gracing Cel’s lips?

Miller’s distress must have shown on his face because Cel quietly laughed and cupped his cheek. “Oh, my noble, valiant adventurer, raise your gaze. How easily you doubt yourself.”

Cel hooked his index finger under Miller’s chin and tipped it up to look him in the eye. “Humility befits the humble, Miller, and despite what your name might suggest, you are anything but.

There was a glint of something dangerous and inscrutable in Cel’s eye. Miller couldn’t place it. “You are a man of reputation, and ere long the bards will be telling of your accolades and spreading word of your triumphs throughout the land. You have earned a measure of self-assuredness, if nothing else. You ought use it.”

Miller was taken by surprise as Cel’s lips pressed up against his. When the initial shock passed, he kissed back as good as he got. He slid his tongue into Cel’s mouth, moaning into the kiss at the taste of the Dragon Prince dancing on his tongue.

A single strand of glistening spit connected their lips when they pulled apart. It broke when Cel then looked deeply into Miller’s eyes and said, “All that I meant by it was that a man of your skill… I expect you’ll have no difficulty stealing the very breath from my lungs.”

Cel chuckled. “And how am I meant to speak your name, much less scream it without breath?”

Miller groaned, his cock throbbing between his legs. He hadn’t expected how intoxicating Cel’s mere presence and personality could be. The only thing he’d come here for was to chase an achievement and get his rocks off. He never imagined he’d leave with a crush.

“You’re making it difficult to hold back,” Miller all but growled under his breath. He slid his hands down from Cel’s hips. He palmed the Prince’s ass, fingers digging into the meat of those muscular globes.

Cel’s eyes glinted with hunger. “And did I ever say that I wanted you to?” He leaned forward, the curtain of his hair brushing against Miller’s cheek. “Let us dispense with the pretense of titles and status, shall we, Miller? The bedchamber is hardly the place.”

A quiet moan spilled from Miller’s lips as Cel reached between their legs and wrapped his fingers around their touching cocks. He bucked his hips as Cel’s cock ground against his, their pre-cum slicking the tunnel formed by Cel’s fingers.

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The Cavalry (Reincarnated as a Dragon Sovereign #4)

The world of Caelas Online is a full-immersion Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game—the most realistic the world has ever seen, and there’s a reason for that. Unbeknownst to the players, Caelas is reality, and their modern world with all its worries and strife, is nothing but a simulation.

Miller has escaped the matrix, and all because he prioritized seducing an NPC over sheltering from a massive thunderstorm. Fried to a crisp by a bolt of lightning, he came face to face with Zyren, god of Caelas, who offered him power in exchange for entertainment.

So far, Miller’s new subordinates haven’t disappointed. He’s sure they’re competent in their respective fields, but more importantly, he’s had a chance to sample their sexual talents. His next stop is the Roost, where he hopes to become more intimately acquainted with the leader of his heavy aerial cavalry.

The Cavalry is a 6,000-word short story and part four in a four-part series.

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Excerpt

Miller couldn’t help but chuckle as he raked his fingers through the surprisingly soft locks of Wren’s hair. The catboy was still flopped out bonelessly on top of the desk, probably spent from getting his hole reamed out through an enchanted cock sleeve.

While there was a tour to get back to, Miller had to take a moment to just…admire…his handiwork. He cupped the Blue Tower Master’s ass, palming the plump round cheek through the fabric of Wren’s pants.

The sculpted muscles of Wren’s back glistened with the faint sheen of sweat that covered his body. His ample chest heaved with every ragged breath he took. Moaning under his breath, he pushed his ass into Miller’s hand, his hips wiggling as his tail weakly swished from side to side.

Miller rubbed his index finger over the center of the wet spot that had formed in the seat of Wren’s pants. It was a bit of a surprise that his load had been transmitted through the sleeve into Wren, but it wasn’t an unpleasant one.

Licking his lips, Miller pushed his finger deeper into the cleft of Wren’s ass. He rubbed the twitching hole between the Blue Tower Master’s cheeks and noted how it almost seemed to kiss his finger even through the fabric.

“Have you not had enough yet?” Miller laughed.

Wren shook his head. “I could never have enough of you, Master,” he said breathlessly.

“Not even to get back to your scholarly work?” Miller teased.

“Nnnh… Master, please don’t be mean,” Wren whined.

Miller chuckled. “You asked so nicely. But! Request denied. I reserve the right to tease my subjects mercilessly. On this occasion, I will be lenient. I have a tour to get back to, after all.”

Wren groaned. “Yes, Master… I hope you enjoy the rest of your tour.”

Miller took a moment to admire the roundness of Wren’s rump and chuckled. “I don’t doubt that I will,” he said. It was starting to look like he was going to end up fucking most of his subordinates along the way. If so, he wasn’t going to complain.

As a parting gift, Miller smacked Wren’s ass. The low moan he got out of it was delicious. “Remember,” he said, rubbing his hand over the spot that he’d just struck, “If you come up with any naughty new invention ideas, you are to send word as soon as you can.”

“Y-yes, Master!”

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New Subordinates (Reincarnated as a Dragon Sovereign #3)

The world of Caelas Online is a full-immersion Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game—the most realistic the world has ever seen, and there’s a reason for that. Unbeknownst to the players, Caelas is reality, and their modern world with all its worries and strife, is nothing but a simulation.

Miller has escaped the matrix, and all because he prioritized fucking an NPC over sheltering from a massive thunderstorm. Fried to a crisp by a bolt of lightning, he came face to face with Zyren, god of Caelas, who offered him power in exchange for entertainment.

With a hot god looking for good porn watching over his shoulder, Miller has assumed the mantle of Dragon Sovereign. His first order of business? Getting to know his people, all of whom seem eager to please him in any way he desires.

New Subordinates is a 5,000-word short story and part three in a four-part series.

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Excerpt

As a final touch, Miller gave the armor pieces gold accents, especially on the sharper parts like the edges of the scales on his crown and waistband. He liked the look. It was understated but elegant.

“You see?” said Miller with a smirk, turning in place to show off the outfit he’d contrived. If he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure how he’d known how to do it, but he wasn’t about to complain. “You need not hide the important parts to project dignity and power,” he added with a little smirk.

Void nodded, his eyes gleaming. “I see that, Master. I am grateful for the enlightenment,” he said.

Miller saw the flow of mana over Void’s body as the Dragon King mimicked what he’d done. The outfit Void conjured was decidedly slutty, just as Miller had hoped.

A single metal pauldron was held against Void’s shoulder by a leather harness that went across his chest. For his bottoms, he elected for something like Miller’s, but he didn’t give himself a metal waistband. He just gave himself a leather jockstrap with a cock ring instead of a pouch in front.

The sheer loincloths that Miller created were instead draped over the sides of Void’s thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination. The final piece was a chastity cage made to resemble the ribs of a dragon. It ended in a sculpted dragon head with a gaping maw that framed Void’s glans.

Miller hadn’t expected the cage, but he wasn’t objecting either. It was a surprise that a cock as big as Void’s could be crammed in such a small thing, but he was quite looking forward to just how horny and desperate it was going to make Void.

“Does this please you, My Lord?” asked Void with a little smirk. He’d opted against gloves and boots, leaving his scaled and clawed hands and feet to remain in their natural state. It was a good choice.

Miller nodded. “Indeed it does,” he said, “well done.”

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Forced in an Alley

Living on the streets since he was fifteen, running from a past best forgotten, Ben struggled to survive. Now eighteen, his past caught up, hunting him down in a back alley.

Trapped, he finds himself face-to-face with Bryant, his twin, who wants nothing more than to own his brother's body, in more ways than one.

Forced in an Alley is a 2,000-word short story featuring twincest.

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Excerpt

He had only been walking a few minutes toward the city center when Ben was suddenly hauled into another alley and slammed face-first into the brick wall.

“Found you!” the words leered into his ear.

“Lemme go,” Ben sputtered, trying to wriggle free.

“Exactly the plan, my li’l runner,” the voice replied, ending with a tongue lapping inside the ear.

Ben shuddered at the sensation, hating his groin for activating at such an unwanted touch. He didn’t want to do this again, he hated every second of it, but ... as the man had stated already, he did need the money.

Hating himself more than his own groin, Ben let his body loosen, earning him a pleasurable “coo” in his ear, and a hand on his ass-cheek, gripping tightly.

“That’s the way, li’l one. I knew you would settle down as you know me so well. The adrenaline from the chase makes your skin so warm and salty. Exactly the way I like it.”

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