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The Berlin Tales: 4-Pack Bundle

Posted on November 26, 2021 by indieerotica

Peter has come to Berlin to do what he’s always wanted to do—give in to his most base sexual desires.

What starts with an anonymous hookup in the dark at a sauna is actually the first step Peter takes on his journey into the sexual underworld of Berlin. As Peter goes deep into kink and forbidden desires, he comes to learn of the very secret—and very erotic—Antinous Society, an elite club of Berlin’s most powerful men engaging in their most carnal desires.

The Berlin Tales: 4-Pack Bundle is a 41,000-word collection of four previously published stories following Peter’s descent into this erotic underworld.

Included in this bundle are:
- The Chastity Cuck of Kreuzberg
- Servicing My Dominant Chastity Boss in His Office
- Slaves Have No Right to Say No
- A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest

I was a few steps behind, but he led me to a part of the sauna I hadn’t discovered yet, and wasn’t sure I would’ve found on my own. The dry sauna was near the showers, and the sandy heat wasn’t my thing. But he led me down a dark corridor that turned into a surprising six-man shower block, then a translucent door to the steam room. The twink hung up his towel outside and slipped in, watching me as I hung my towel up too. Unsure of whether to fully commit (the story of my life), I hung my own towel up and stayed under a cool shower for a good few minutes, trying hard to let the apprehension wash away.

Surprisingly, the steam room was empty. I wondered if the twink had evaporated, but then I noticed a dark door inside the steam room itself. I went into a stifling hot, pitch black room. It seemed to be an open space rather than a maze, but I staggered with my hands out just to be sure. Yet my eyes were useless in the hot steam and thick blackness. I had to listen, to taste the air. Without a doubt there was more than just the twink and I in this hidden place. In fact, it seemed to be the reason why the men I passed by in the corridors before disappeared into nothing. They were all here.

I felt a body next to me, large and hairy. My eyes adjusted to the man standing with his back to the steamy wall. He had his towel around him and was doing nothing. Deeper in I could hear the sounds of cocksucking. There was someone on their knees, and someone else jerking off into their mouth. Then I hit the back wall with a bench. It was too hot to sit, but through the steam I picked out another man, long armed and long legged, sitting on the bench.

I didn’t make it to the other side of the dark steam room from where groaning sounds and growing sights were also coming, because the tall man reached out a long hand and grabbed my cock. In the darkness there was no need for permission, and no chance to be rejected. He smacked my balls like a cat pawing string as I discovered the outline of his large dick laying against his thigh. I’d found what I never knew I wanted.

Passion overcame me. And the thrill of being alone and utterly unseen. Dropping to my knees on the hot floor, I tongued the tip of his cock, salty and thick, exploring the shaft with my wet lips and having him moan out loud as I did. Maybe this was a signal to however many others were here, the twink included, because as I worked his cock, the heat coalesced around me, as if the men were moving to the back corner of the steam room.

But I concentrated on sucking this ever-expanding cock. His balls were so heavy they rested on the hot tiles themselves, and it took both hands to twist and play with them. He liked that, lifting a heavy leg over my shoulder to draw me in closer. With his hand pushing the back of my head almost to the base of his cock, wiry pubes scratched my nose and it was getting harder to breathe. Eventually I had to retreat from his cock, the hot, wet air reflating my lungs. But he wasn’t letting me go.

I had to stand and stretch my back and click my sore knees, so his hand found my ass. He squeezed and slapped it, ringing the bell out to the men around who I sensed were nearer. I saw the door at the other end of the dark room, the crushed light flicking in the moving shadows of naked bodies. More seemed to be coming in than going out.

He was sitting forward now, jerking his cock as two thick fingers explored my hole. Perhaps he was content to do just that, but I had not come this far, over seas and mountains, carrying luggage and drinking from strange water bottles, to not take what I’d come for. Maybe tomorrow I would wake up feeling different. Maybe I would retreat back to my own world, but I couldn’t come all this way, come to Berlin to have sex, and run away the second it presented itself.

Enter the Dungeon at Your Own Risk (The Berlin Underground #3)

Posted on November 23, 2021June 10, 2022 by indieerotica

As the fabled Berlin dungeon games take place, a first-class ticket to the Antinous Society final trials is at stake. The men will stop at nothing to win. Despite the raucous crowd and mean-spirited master, Peter is forced to fight off his rivals to secure a place in the final round. Losing is not an option. To fall at this stage is to be subjected to the tortuous instruments of the most extreme dungeon in Berlin. What fate will the losers face in the dark, twisting world of the Berlin Underground? Peter is determined to never find out.

Enter the Dungeon at Your Own Risk is a 9,500-word short story.

My balls ached from the ruined orgasm. I’d been one of the last to cum from being bound to the chairs, and so secured my place in the next round, but at what cost? I was an empty shell. What should be the soothing energy of a post-orgasmic glow instead screeched through my body like a spanner jammed into the mechanism. Sparks flew, but angry ones. Frustration built in the back of my throat, and I wanted to scream.

There was enough screaming rippling through the room we’d just left, though. The five losers of round two of the dungeon games were presently tied to chairs, hooded, cuffed, their holes torn apart with whatever abuse the horned-up Berlin audience chose to subject them to. And who could complain? We’d all signed up to this, even if we’d not all read the fine print of the contract.

“You’re not alphas and betas anymore,” Stefan, the dungeon master said as the five of us who've made it through to round three stumbled punch-drunk and exhausted down a chilled basement corridor. Lukas, my arch-nemesis, trotted up front beside the hairy-armed Stefan decked out in a tight tank top. Bareiß, the senior politician turned winning sub walked alongside him, whispering together, and obviously about me. They turned back, looked me up and down, and carried on whispering. “Round three is a free-for-all. Three-for-all, get it?” Stefan groaned as none of us laughed, or even paid much attention to what he was saying. The concrete corridor froze my feet, and my body shivered from being naked and streaked with cum.

Double doors greeted us at the end of the corridor, with a sign above reading Extreme Dungeon: Enter at your own risk. But Stefan blocked the way forward, arms folded. We all stumbled to a halt. I walked straight into one of the others’ naked backs; a young, slim Indian guy who even if I didn’t know that Lukas and I were the only alphas to make it through, I’d assume he was a sub.

“Sorry,” I whispered. He smiled in response. The thin act of kindness a welcome change to the Lukas-Bareiß axis of evil constantly on my ass. “I’m Peter,” I said, craving the slightest chance of an ally.

“Vivek,” he replied, cautiously covering his cock even though we were all naked. He stood in stark contrast to Bareiß and Lukas, like two jocks swinging their cocks in a locker room. Our fifth winner was a muscled Black man with a shaved head and tattoos covering most of his torso. He could’ve passed as a professional wrestler. Who he must have lost to in round one to end up as a beta I didn’t want to imagine. Perhaps I was lucky to have faced Bareiß. The Black guy’s cock hung low and heavy, like a weapon. If round three was a dick measuring contest, he would win hands down.

“The audience in here are the elite,” Stefan said, nodding to the closed door. “Long-standing members of the dungeon. Some of them underground masters themselves. Now, does anyone want to take advantage of the pussy clause in their contract? If so, you can fuck off now.” None of us did, although I sprung gingerly from foot to foot, watching Lukas and Bareiß watch me. I breathed quietly but harshly; my gut twisted like I needed to pee. Maybe I did, the wrecked orgasm played havoc with my balls. “Go get your sorry asses cleaned up and ready,” Stefan said, nodding not to the double dungeon doors, but to an unmarked door to his right.

We crowded into a small shower room. Three pipes, cracked tiles and a pile of threadbare towels gone gray with too many bleaching’s were stacked on a bench. I was about to ask if we should take turns, but the other four went straight in. I joined Vivek on the right, while Lukas and Bareiß shared the left and the Black guy squeezed himself alone under the middle shower head. The water was harsh and hot. Sharp streams hurt my balls and still-sensitive cockhead as I tried to wash away all the lube and unseen memories of being blindfolded on the chair.

Forced on a Plane

Posted on November 16, 2021November 16, 2021 by indieerotica

Kyle is a twink on a mission.

Two months ago, while flying to Australia for vacation, the two hunky seat mates next to him took him to the Mile High Club. They blew his mind while he blew his…you know.

That first time he was nervous, uncertain, a little inexperienced.

But now, on the flight home, he’s prepared. He doesn’t know who his seat mates will be this time around, but if they’re anything like the ones he had on the flight down under, he’ll eagerly give in to any advances they make.

As the lights dim and the seatbelt sign switches off, carnal lust is about to take over.

Forced on a Plane is a 3,500-word short story and the unofficial (though author-approved) sequel to Forced in Public by Sandra Claire.

Peering up at the man, his eyes were still focused on his papers, his pen moving quickly as he wrote. Glancing down, I noticed the briefcase had been moved a bit further down on his lap but still in comfortable writing distance. Looking up again, I saw the man’s forehead glistening, despite the coolness of the plane.

I smirked as I adjusted my eyes to the darkness beneath the man’s arms, along the handle of the briefcase. I noticed the man’s zipper was down and a red sleeve was partially disappeared within, creating an extra lumpy bulge. Raising an eye, the businessman was now panting slightly, both of his hands in clear view on the briefcase, although the pen had stalled in its work.

A leg bumped into mine and I startled, glancing up into the brown eyes of the man, then focused on the forked tongue grazing his lips as he stared right at me. I felt a wave a panic overcome me, unsure what this stranger would do for catching me watching. I started to tremble when the man leaned toward me and flicked his tongue against my lips, then sat back again, going back to his writing.

Was that an invitation?

My heart pounded heavily in my chest, one of my legs trembled, and I started to sweat as I was reminded of the original flight. Will this be like the previous time? Was I going to get to suck on this guy’s cock? What did the cock look like? Smell like? Taste like?

Glancing down again, licking my bottom lip, I saw more of the red sleeve as it began to retract from the crotch. As much as I wanted to know who was attached to that sleeve, the sudden appearance of a dripping cock head distracted me, and it pointed directly at me. Bulbous, cut, I watched as a drop of pre-cum dangled, on the verge of falling. Before I knew it, that single drop fell upon my finger I hadn’t realized I moved toward the tasty treat.

Bringing the finger up to my lips, I tasted the drop, and reveled in its taste. My vision blurred as I lost all sensation of the aircraft and my surroundings. The only thing that mattered was that cock.

Boys in the Clouds

Posted on November 4, 2021 by indieerotica

It's summer vacation, and Bailey has the house all to himself. What better way than to take advantage of lots of alone time with his best friend, Claud. The two of them plan to have so much fun before their last year of high school in the fall.

Now that Bailey and Claud came out to each other, there are many new things to explore in their lives. They can relate to each other's personal struggles, and they're able to confide in each other more than ever. They can also check out other boys together, because why not?

But maybe instead of checking out other boys, they can check each other out and take their friendship to a whole new level. Testing the waters with a serious flirt here and there could be a promising start. They've already flirted harmlessly before, after all. It would just be the next step. If only being virgins didn't make them more anxious.

Bailey also has a crush on Claud, so it's not only physical on his part. He just doesn't know how to go about it. He's more outgoing than the shyer Claud, yet he doesn't feel like it in a unique situation like this.

Who will make the first move? Where will things lead between them? What will happen to their friendship? What they do know is that this summer isn't going to be the same as any other hot one.

It's going to be hot in a whole new way.

Boys in the Clouds is a 3,700 word short story.

Publisher's note: Zay de Parco books are more steamy than explicit, but still very hot!

Thank God school’s out for the summer.

Claud and I just came out to each other. It took us long enough after suspecting each other’s sexuality for a while. We flirt with each other a lot, but we never question it. We flirt because it’s fun and something we got used to doing. I swear we’re the only gay guys in town, even though that might not be the case. It just feels that way because of how conservative our bumfuck Michigan town is. If we’re not the only ones, then there can’t be many others.

What’s awesome about this summer is that my parents are away. Since they went to Hawaii last year, they decided to go to Puerto Rico this year. They’re still very much in love and enjoy spending lots of alone time together. It works out in my favor because I have the lake house all to myself for the whole summer.

Now, Claud and I are floating on our blue, inflatable rafts in the large in-ground swimming pool, the hot sun tanning our backs. We had a splash war a moment ago. I didn’t win because Claud is bigger and stronger than me. Even though we’re both jocks, he’s just huge in comparison. He’s on the wrestling team, so he wins at everything. I never win anything. Plus, he’s taller, so there’s that too.

After being too antsy to stay in one position for too long, I flip around and gaze while Claud remains on his stomach. The clear, blue sky looks pretty with how the fluffy clouds almost form a heart, a rare shape for such a thing. It makes me wish I could fly up there. Maybe I’m just in the mood for some weed. Maybe Claud and I could buy some off our neighbor.

I turn my head to glance at Claud, smiling while my heart and body tingle everywhere. What a hottie who has the ability to make me want him more than he knows. Eyes focused, I trace the outline of his back and stop at his clothed bubble butt, then trace his long legs and toned calves. Who would’ve thought I’d end up feeling this way about my own best friend?

He forms a grin, oblivious to my gawking at him. “Hey, Bailey, do you ever regret our slack-off year in the ninth grade?” He has a real deep voice for hitting puberty after a delayed growth spurt. And I thought mine was deep. “Well, our first ninth-grade year, not the second one, obviously.”

I shift my gaze back to the sky. “Why, because we’ll be the only eighteen-year-old seniors for a while when we go back to school this fall?” I didn’t really care if we were mocked for it. Then again, most of the students probably didn’t, either. Claud’s worrying over nothing.

“Well, maybe that too, but more like colleges won’t be impressed that we failed a year since it’s permanently on our high school records.”

“That’s a good point, but I’m not planning to go to some pretentious university that won’t guarantee my acceptance even with perfect grades.”

“So, we’re probably stuck going to a community college, then, huh?”

“Not necessarily. There might be some universities out there that are more lenient. Besides, it was just the one year, and that was a few years ago.”

“Because of that stupid challenge to see what would happen if we did literally nothing at school.” Claud chuckles.

I grin. Yeah, we were pretty stupid for skipping school, not doing our homework, and getting drunk and high all the time like stupid asses. Well, we still got high at times, just less stupid. I’m not sure how Claud felt at the time, but I wanted to spend so much extra time with him because of whatever it was I felt and still feel for him.

Punishing My Himbo Slut Brother: The Complete Series 3-Pack Bundle

Posted on October 22, 2021November 4, 2021 by indieerotica

Noah is a man of God and a soon-to-be ministry student. When he discovers just how sinful his himbo brother Ark is, he’s determined to save the man and turn him away from sin and toward a better life.

But as Noah delves deeper into Ark’s sexual deviancy, Noah feels pulled toward the sin…to engage in it himself. After all, if he’s to save his brother, he must first understand the allure of that sin.

As he’s pulled deeper, Noah realizes that he loves Ark as more than just a brother, and what he wants from his brother is something God could never condone—but that doesn’t stop Noah.

Punishing My Himbo Slut Brother: The Complete Series 3-Pack Bundle collects all three stories in the series (Sin, Release, and Punishment) in one 14,000 word bundle full of taboo desires.

“We all sin, though. Sin is sin in God’s eyes.”

“I disagree. But I get it. Ark’s your brother, so it makes sense you don’t want to accept this. Anyway, I have to go. See you in church. God bless you.”

“God bless you too.” I ended the call and stared at the text that contained nothing but the suddenly-infamous link. Our cozy little town in northern Wisconsin had no room for gays, so why would our family? Dad would disown Ark if all of this were true. He’d said so multiple times about hypothetically having a gay son, while he’d use corrective rape for a pretty and feminine lesbian daughter. I didn’t agree with the latter because it was disgusting and just wrong. Gay was gay regardless of gender, and they all had a chance to be righteous with God if they repented. I just prayed it was all a big misunderstanding and that Ark really wasn’t gay.

After staring at the link for a moment longer, I bit the bullet and tapped on the link to open the browser. Ginger The Jelloboy? But was that Ark’s face pic used on the profile? Red hair, greenish-blue eyes, lightly-freckled face…oh, goodness, it really was him, and with a horny expression I’d never seen. The fact that we strongly resembled each other was even more humiliating because I could almost see myself in his face, just that he was a jock like Dad used to be—Dad was still in good shape for his age, though. Meanwhile, my skinny body couldn’t fatten up no matter how much I ate, just like Mom. I was a lot taller than Ark too, about Dad’s height, so our faces were all we had in common.

And that bio? Why would Ark call himself a “buttslut jock with a used hole?” That was disgusting. This wasn’t right. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe someone had created this profile and used his pic.

I reluctantly clicked on the videos tab, and my eyes grew wide at a slew of video thumbnails popping up. What the… I rushed to grab my earbuds and plugged them into my phone. This needed a proper investigation. It was too important to ignore. I swallowed, not wanting to accept any of this. Maybe it really was a prank. Yeah, yeah. It had to be. Ark wasn’t the type to do this. I knew him my whole life!

I clicked on the latest free teaser and started the video clip. Loud pop music with horny female moans and sexually-vulgar lyrics played, startling me enough to quickly lower the volume. Ark’s big and smooth butt bounced like jello on a huge, Black cock, moaning in a tone I’d never heard before while saying, “Fuck me like a dirty slut.” What…? Then, a big, white cock pounded his butt in hard thwacks, making it jiggle some more, along with cock after cock after cock. Even a double penetration scene involving two Black guys! Finally, his face was jizzed on by a bunch of jocks in a chorus of loud groans, his tongue wiggling around as if hungry for it. The video ended with a caption that said to subscribe to his videos “for more sinfully sweet fun.” And it had all taken place in his room.

On the other side of my left wall.

Punishment (Punishing My Himbo Slut Brother #3)

Posted on September 16, 2021 by indieerotica

Noah is finally on his way to his new apartment in time to start college for his ministry work. His older brother, Ark, is moving in with him as part of Noah's mission to save him from sin. This will be done through a punishment Noah has in store for Ark. By now, Noah completely sees Ark in a different light, and there's no turning back. It's the sinful kind of light that continues to arouse Noah like the Devil wants him to feel.

But the punishment isn't supposed to be permanent. It's meant to be a temporary way to steer Ark away from other men and have him be with just Noah, which could then steer Ark away from sin altogether as he becomes influenced by Noah's godly presence, enough to want to change his ways. After all, Ark is a himbo with a lack of faith, and he's very easy to persuade into doing whatever Noah wants.

However, it's not as simple as Noah thought. In fact, is it even possible when he continues to want Ark as more than just a brother? It's not about lust anymore. It's not just fulfilling Noah's suppressed sexual needs. Like Ark, Noah wants love too.

And he doesn't want it from anyone else.

Punishment is a 6,100-word short story.

“Thanks for letting me live with you,” Ark said. Whenever he looked at me, it was in the same way one would when having a crush on someone. His greenish-blue eyes sparkled with the kind of emotion that told me I affected him in the greatest way. Topped with his red hair and lightly-freckled face, he really looked so much like me, a jock version than my skinny self.

But it was the Devil making him feel enamored with lust for his own brother. Satan continued to instill sinful thoughts about me in his mind, and I was here to repel the Devil out of him. Granted, this particular repellent wouldn’t be approved by most Christians, but I believed God would understand my special purpose since He knew the future before it even happened. If doing this ended up curing him, then how could that be wrong? God would’ve already known that.

I managed a little smile, ignoring my twitching boner. “You’re welcome. Just remember, though. It’s a studio apartment. What that means is there’s no bedroom. Well, not a divided one, anyway. Everything besides the bathroom is in one space.”

Ark formed a pensive expression, clearly not getting it.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. You’ll see when you enter the apartment.”

“Okay.” He continued looking out the window.

I’d never hurt my big brother. This plan wasn’t pain or betrayal or anything bad like that. It was an eye-opener to get him to realize where his life had been headed. But since I wasn’t sure if it was a permanent fix, I decided to have him live with me forever. I was his savior. He needed me.

And I needed him.

“Noah, you’re suffering,” Ark said as he shifted his gaze to the front of my beige shorts. He frowned.

I lowered my eyebrows and attempted a sheepish chuckle. I’d just realize the huge wet spot from so much precum. Truthfully, Satan had gotten to me so hard that I was ready to burst. The unusual horniness was too much to bear because I’d never been in a situation like this before. While I hadn’t been turned on by Dad during our private moment together, I’d been turned on by Ark and hadn’t been able to get off yet.

Ark pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to me. It was a tiny bottle of lube. Why did he have that? What was he going to do with it? “I always take this with me in case of any emergencies, and it looks like you need to take care of that problem right now.”

Release (Punishing My Himbo Slut Brother #2)

Posted on September 16, 2021 by indieerotica

Noah continues on his mission to save his older brother, Ark, from living his secret life of sin by punishing him. Because Noah does ministry work, he believes God sent him to save Ark from the temptations of the Devil. As part of the punishment, Ark will be living with Noah in his new apartment while Noah goes away for college, just so that he's never able to continue living his sinful life. It does mean that Noah will have to succumb to the incestuous desires the Devil has instilled in him, but in turn, it'll steer Ark away from sex with other men.

Now, the brothers are ready to hit the road. But first, their father has a private concern to discuss that can't wait. So, Noah follows Dad to the backyard where they talk about Ark living a sinful life. Of course, Dad doesn't know the truth and believes it's women Ark is sleeping around with.

However, Dad has a private concern of his own, and it's affecting his life in ways Noah has never imagined. Because of his ministry work, Noah wants to help Dad take care of his personal problem, which is an agonizing frustration Dad is desperate to release.

But Ark also has his way of releasing Dad from this torturous frustration. Just because he's a himbo who isn't very bright doesn't mean he doesn't know how to come up with his own solution to alleviate Dad's pain.

Maybe both sons just need to show Dad how much they're willing to help him.

Release is a 4,300-word short story.

I furrowed my eyebrows because I had no idea what Dad specifically meant. “What kinds of urges?”

“Well? Your mother hasn’t put out a single time since you were born.”

Goodness. Eighteen years without sex?

“She just completely lost interest and refused whenever I tried so much as to touch her. Turns out she never enjoyed being with me in that way, and she cried every time it happened. Just because I’m in charge doesn’t mean I’ll force myself on her, so I had no choice but to become celibate.”

Oh, Dad…

“And she hates it when I masturbate because she feels like it’s considered cheating on her, even though it’s obviously not. I’m so frustrated that I can’t think a lot of the times. But I have to respect her wishes and live the rest of my life without…you know…sex.” Dad had said that last word in a lower tone, his cheeks reddening. Maybe it wasn’t so much the word but the private thing he’d just admitted.

I frowned, still not knowing exactly what to say because this situation was so foreign to me. Would it apply to me too? I wasn’t gay at all because I refused to believe it, and my punishment for Ark didn’t mean anything but saving him from more sin. Also, Dad’s hand was still on my shoulder.

He sighed. “I pray about it every single day and night. You say God talks to you, right?”

I nodded, my sympathy for Dad growing enough to make my heart hurt a little. Why did all of us have to suffer? It was the mysteries of the unknown that only God could ever answer. “I can help you, Dad. Tell me anything you need from me, and I will alleviate all your frustrations by supporting you in any way I can. Just name it.”

He sighed, and for the first time in front of me, his eyes watered.

“Let it out, Dad. Stop listening to this toxic belief that men can’t cry and just cry in front of me. Your secrets are always safe with me, I promise. God’s telling me it’s okay, so do it. Cry.”

Within seconds, Dad shocked me by bursting into silent tears and wrapping his arms around me for a tight squeeze. We had so much privacy right now. No one could hear him because he fought any sound from coming out as the tears wet my shirt. No one could even see us because our privacy fence was high, our neighbors were very far apart, and open fields and woods surrounded us.

He looked at me but didn’t let go, sniffling while his face was drenched with tears. “Pray for me, Noah. I masturbate on occasion, but only in secret. She’s always by my side when I’m not at work, so I don’t have much privacy, not even in the bathroom. She’s a light sleeper, so I can’t even do it while she’s in bed unless I give her a sleeping pill or something. My job keeps me busy to where even using bathroom has to be quick. It’s why I can go up to a few weeks without doing it.”

I’d never known that, but then again, why would I? It now made sense why Dad had been so cold and distant, especially moody. I was just as moody and frustrated but for a different reason.

“I’m going insane, son. Help me, please.” That pained look on his face.

I wasn’t sure if Satan was trying to seduce me again, but I found myself desperate to alleviate Dad’s pain in the most forbidden way. I sighed. “How can I help? Just say it. You will never weird me out with whatever it is, and whatever you share with me stays with me. I already made that promise to God as part of my ministry work, and I won’t break that oath.”

Dad swallowed, sniffling again. “Can I alleviate myself here?” He’d just never looked this distraught, ever. He was like a different person the longer we connected. He gave me hope that I could change his mind someday about disowning a gay son. I’d happily cure Ark of his homosexuality, but I’d eventually find a way to sway Dad never to disown him over it.

Desperate to cure Dad, I gave him a nod. “I already told you that whatever you need, just ask. I’ll do it. Anything.” Anything? Then again, Ark wasn’t the only one in need of my specialized help.

“You don’t think it’s wrong or weird?”

I shook my head, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. I chose to believe that ministry work required all forms of help, not just the traditional ones. If saving my father like this led him to become a better and happier man of God, then why not? “Do it, Dad. No judgments. Just do it.” I couldn’t believe my growing boldness over letting my ministry work get to my head.

He let go of me and paused, looking away with shame. Then, he gazed back into my eyes and unzipped his khaki shorts, pulling out his cock that I didn’t dare to look at, not that I was interested because I didn’t experience those kinds of feelings for him. That only proved to me that Satan seduced me with Ark because the situation was different. Dad simply needed to release like any man did. There was nothing gay about this.

He took a few steps, took his T-shirt off to reveal his smooth, slightly-flabby body that was still good for his age, like a dadbod-to-be but not quite. I only hoped he wouldn’t burn like a lobster like I typically did under this hot sun. He covered his cock by wrapping his shirt around it, and he quickly stroked while his gaze continued holding mine as if no longer ashamed to give me eye contact. “I have thoughts, Noah.” Probably of all sorts of naked women.

“No judgments, Dad.” Why would I, given my new experience with Ark?

“But…they’re thoughts I shouldn’t have.”

Sin (Punishing My Himbo Slut Brother #1)

Posted on September 9, 2021March 4, 2022 by indieerotica

At eighteen, Noah is ready to start college soon to study ministry and do God's work. He's concerned about his older brother, Ark, who isn't really the brightest crayon in the box. Ark is basically a himbo, and his looks and intelligence show that quite accurately. This worries Noah because it means Ark isn't so faithfully strong on the inside since he parties hard and lives a life of sin.

But Noah discovers something even more concerning. Ark has been living a secret second life: bedding one man after another. What he does, their family would never, ever approve. In fact, they'd disown him for it.

However, Noah doesn't believe in eternal damnation for select sinners since a sin is a sin in God's eyes. He does believe in punishments, though. It's the only way to save Ark from more sin. And through Noah's mission to punish Ark for the filth he's partaken in, Noah is about to find out just how sweet this particular sin really is, enough to where temptation can lure him into a whole new world his curious mind has never imagined. But in this sinful world, Ark isn't just an older brother.

He's a beautiful man who can meet Noah's suppressed needs.

Sin is a 3,200-word short story and part one in a three-part series.

“We all sin, though. Sin is sin in God’s eyes.”

“I disagree. But I get it. Ark’s your brother, so it makes sense you don’t want to accept this. Anyway, I have to go. See you in church. God bless you.”

“God bless you too.” I ended the call and stared at the text that contained nothing but the suddenly-infamous link. Our cozy little town in northern Wisconsin had no room for gays, so why would our family? Dad would disown Ark if all of this were true. He’d said so multiple times about hypothetically having a gay son, while he’d use corrective rape for a pretty and feminine lesbian daughter. I didn’t agree with the latter because it was disgusting and just wrong. Gay was gay regardless of gender, and they all had a chance to be righteous with God if they repented. I just prayed it was all a big misunderstanding and that Ark really wasn’t gay.

After staring at the link for a moment longer, I bit the bullet and tapped on the link to open the browser. Ginger The Jelloboy? But was that Ark’s face pic used on the profile? Red hair, greenish-blue eyes, lightly-freckled face…oh, goodness, it really was him, and with a horny expression I’d never seen. The fact that we strongly resembled each other was even more humiliating because I could almost see myself in his face, just that he was a jock like Dad used to be—Dad was still in good shape for his age, though. Meanwhile, my skinny body couldn’t fatten up no matter how much I ate, just like Mom. I was a lot taller than Ark too, about Dad’s height, so our faces were all we had in common.

And that bio? Why would Ark call himself a “buttslut jock with a used hole?” That was disgusting. This wasn’t right. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe someone had created this profile and used his pic.

I reluctantly clicked on the videos tab, and my eyes grew wide at a slew of video thumbnails popping up. What the… I rushed to grab my earbuds and plugged them into my phone. This needed a proper investigation. It was too important to ignore. I swallowed, not wanting to accept any of this. Maybe it really was a prank. Yeah, yeah. It had to be. Ark wasn’t the type to do this. I knew him my whole life!

I clicked on the latest free teaser and started the video clip. Loud pop music with horny female moans and sexually-vulgar lyrics played, startling me enough to quickly lower the volume. Ark’s big and smooth butt bounced like jello on a huge, Black cock, moaning in a tone I’d never heard before while saying, “Fuck me like a dirty slut.” What…? Then, a big, white cock pounded his butt in hard thwacks, making it jiggle some more, along with cock after cock after cock. Even a double penetration scene involving two Black guys! Finally, his face was jizzed on by a bunch of jocks in a chorus of loud groans, his tongue wiggling around as if hungry for it. The video ended with a caption that said to subscribe to his videos “for more sinfully sweet fun.” And it had all taken place in his room.

On the other side of my left wall.

Bits of Boy Love: 8 Bite-Size Love Scenes

Posted on September 3, 2021February 13, 2022 by indieerotica

This is an anthology short of eight flash fiction stories about boys loving boys. Whether at their high schools or in their bedrooms, their private moments can get a bit too hot to handle. But romance always wins in this collection because it's what boyxboy love is all about. And what better way to celebrate boy love than with tasteful storytelling? Sometimes, less really is more.

Bits of Boy Love is a 5,500-word collection of flash fiction.

Publisher's note: Zay de Parco books are more steamy than explicit, but still very hot!

He’s not just my first love; he’s my everything. Our families know, and they don’t like it very much. We’re not just different in many ways; we’re the same in one socially-triggering way: we’re both boys.

Since we’re high school seniors at eighteen, there’s not much they can do to stop us from meeting up. So, here we are at a cheap motel just outside of town. It’s amazing how a dump can seem anything but, just because of the meaning we bring to this place. I mean, the yellow-stained walls were probably white at one time, the poop-brown carpet looks worn, the dresser has chips and scratches, the TV on top of it is outdated, the hideous bathroom works when it wants to, and the lopsided bed with tacky bedding squeaks.

But I bet we’ll remember this forever. It’s where we lost our virginities to each other while wearing our promise rings.

Like all the other times, we do less talking because we can do that any other time. We’re kissing in each other’s arms while lying on the bed, clothes on the floor. He’s always on my right side because I’m left-handed. That comes in handy whenever we help each other out. I love his passionate kisses because of how they make me feel. I don’t just get excited and stimulated; I turn into a molten mess of saccharine goo. Our lower halves rub against each other, and they create the kind of friction that threatens us to finish too soon.

After a while, he breaks the kiss to smile at me. It’s not a normal smile, though; it’s the seductive kind that tells me I’m his and he’s mine. He continues his kisses. This time, he plants a trail of tender ones from my lips to my chin, and to my throat. He knows how to make me feel by kissing me this softly, goosebumps decorating my skin. He knows exactly what he’s doing because he wants me to want him. Not in a cocky way, of course.

Then, he kisses the right side of my neck and trails up to my jaw. Finally, he nibbles my earlobe. By now, I’m floating in the clouds. It may sound like a cliché, but it really does feel like that whenever he shows me this kind of passionate affection. Now, he licks my ear. His suction sounds when he swirls his tongue around tickle me in the best way, making me moan a little until I realize I should be quiet to avoid being heard from both sides of the wall.

He stops and stares at me, his eyeballs moving around just slightly to silently tell me that he’s admiring me. I only know this because he’s told me more than once. “You’re really beautiful. Both inside and out.”

My eyes flutter at the same time my heart does. He used to be a typical skinny nerd. Well, he kind of still is a skinny nerd, just not fashionably anymore. After we got together, he just changed on his own and started wearing nicer T-shirts and jeans. I never asked why because it didn’t matter to me. I would’ve never changed him. Why would I? I accepted him for him for a reason.

Me? I’m what you call an artsy jock. I like sports; I play and watch baseball. But I like art too, and I write poems and designs creatures on my drawing tablet.

He lightly traces my defined abs with his fingers, instilling a tolerably-ticklish sensation. When he reaches my taut left nipple and rubs it, he grins.

I breathe hard. “You know I’m sensitive.”

“I know.” But he continues anyway.

“But where do I…ungh…” A soft moan comes out of me.

He quickly gets on his knees in between my spread-out legs, and he starts bobbing his head with vigor. He rubs both my hard nipples while doing this, silently telling me he wants what he calls a very special part of me. He wants a taste of my sweet love.

I rest my hand on the back of his head and throw my head back against the pillow, eyes shut. I breathe harder, trying to control the intense sensation coursing through me, but I can’t. He knows it; that’s the point. And in just moments, Heaven crashes into me. My mouth opens, and I stifle a cry. Seconds pass, and I catch my breath.

He raises himself to his knees and licks his lips with a grin. Then, he snuggles into my arms and nuzzles my face with his. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That was just the first half of our love round. Now, it’s his turn to relax and enjoy me doing the same to him. Afterward, we’ll carry on with our lives and try to make the best of it until we graduate from high school and go away together for college. We’re inseparable now. Why wouldn’t we be in the future? Heaven doesn’t just crash into me whenever we do what we just did; it crashes into me whenever I’m in the same room with him.

I guess this is what love really feels like.

The Masked Master: The Complete Series Bundle

Posted on August 26, 2021 by indieerotica

Eighteen-year-old Adrian is a virgin twink with a thing for older men. Particularly older, dominating men that require Adrian to submit.

Deciding to just go for it when an anonymous BDSM opportunity arises online—the kind of opportunity that is likely to fulfill every sexual desire Adrian has ever had—he ventures into Sir’s house.

There are a few important rules: Adrian must always obey Sir, Adrian must give his virginity to Sir, and Adrian cannot know Sir’s identity. Sir is always wearing a mask or these encounters happen in total darkness. While for some submissives, this masked rule might stoke fear in their hearts, for Adrian it just makes him want Sir even more.

But as Sir takes Adrian ever-deeper down the path of submission and experiences pleasures he never thought possible, he breaks the most important unspoken rule between him and Sir.

Don’t fall in love.

The Masked Master: The Complete Series Bundle is a 25,000-word collection that of the five previously-published stories in this series, including The Lustful Lie, The Painful Punishment, The Rapturous Release, The Video Voyeur, and The Contractual Commitment.

I observed the man’s house some more. It was a quaint bungalow that really didn’t seem all that special, like any other in Michigan, including my home. Judging by the windows just above the ground, there was a basement. The porch was small but had a couple of plants hanging from under the awning. It all looked picturesque; ironic because of a kinky man living inside.

I sighed. The dizziness got to me and caused my heart to pound. I had to be brave, though. It was finally my chance to lose my virginity when just about every other man rejected me or showed no interest without stating so. Maybe it was my dorky profile picture in dim lighting. I never felt comfortable taking photos in clear lighting to where my face could be seen more.

I trudged toward the cemented pathway leading to the porch and climbed the few steps leading to the entrance. By then, my palms were moist, my forehead was slightly damp, and I felt more lightheaded. My stomach tightened too. Still, I could do it.

I opened the screen door to knock on the main wooden one until the main door opened and startled me. I couldn’t see a thing through the pitch darkness.

“Adrian?” It was a deep and butch voice that threatened to erect me, sexier than my dull, medium-pitch one with the occasional crack.

I nodded and gave the unseen man a polite wave like the dork I was.

After just seconds of awkward silence, he quickly grabbed my arm, pulled me into the darkness, and shut the door.

My heart pumped even faster than ever. Was it the end? Was I going to die? I didn’t even get to say “I love you” to my parents, and what about—

He pulled me into his strong arms and planted a tender kiss on my neck, his short facial hair tickling me a little. “You’re a real cutie, you know that?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat, and my heart slowed down from his affection and soft tone. I was safe, after all. Though, I couldn’t see a thing, and it drove me nuts. “H-hi.”

“Hi.” His voice really was sexy, though. It erected me.

“What’s…your name?”

The man turned me around, pressed himself against my backside, and gave me another kiss on the neck. “You don’t need to know that. You are to call me Sir at all times and nothing else. Got it, boy?”

Crap. Where were things even headed? Still, I didn’t dare be disobedient now that he’d hardened his tone in a stern way and had instantly done away with the soft affection I already missed. “O-kay.”

“Okay, what?” His tone wasn’t angry, though, just stern.

“Okay, S-Sir.”

“Use the word ‘yes’, don’t use ‘okay’ with me.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” He turned me back around to face him, not that I could see a thing in the pitch-dark room. “We’re going to have some real fun tonight. I already have everything planned.”