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The Cavalry (Reincarnated as a Dragon Sovereign #4)

Posted on February 28, 2025February 28, 2025 by indieerotica

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.

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!”

New Subordinates (Reincarnated as a Dragon Sovereign #3)

Posted on February 21, 2025 by indieerotica

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.

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.”

Forced in an Alley

Posted on February 19, 2025 by indieerotica

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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Rebirth (Reincarnated aș a Dragon Sovereign #2)

Posted on February 14, 2025 by indieerotica

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.

After bedding the Dragon Prince of the Kingdom of Legacy, Miller finds himself trapped in a liminal space. There, he encounters Zyren, self-proclaimed god and administrator of Caelas, learns the truth of his circumstances, and strikes up a deal with Zyren.

Rebirth is a 5,800-word short story and part two in a four-part series.

“Trust me, bro,” said Z. “Why do you think there’s no magic in your world?”

“Because magic isn’t real.” The moment Miller said it, he couldn’t help but wonder why he was even arguing about this with a godlike being in a supposed afterlife. In fact, he still couldn’t quite understand why he wasn’t more broken up about the fact that he was dead.

“Nah, man,” said Z as he flipped the channel back to the porn. “Magic’s the most natural thing in the cosmos. It’s in everything we do, everything we breathe!”

Z shrugged. “The creator gods were just wondering what kind of twisted shit would come out of a world without magic. Then, the gods of magic told them it was impossible to do in a cosmos full of magic.”

Miller had so many questions.

“Anyway, at this point the gods of engineering heard about the hullaballoo and it all went to hell in a handbasket from there. The three groups put their heads together and pulled out this extremely shitty, fucked-up simulator that would show all of us what would happen in a world without magic.”

Z cracked a grin. “Boy were they ever surprised to see some of the depraved shit you guys get up to on a regular basis.”

Miller shook his head. It would take a lifetime to digest the implications of what he’d just heard, and since he was, allegedly, now dead, he decided he wouldn’t even think about it. “Okay. What’s in it for me? If I become your entertainment?”

Z quirked an eyebrow. “Power,” he said, curling a bicep while he stroked his cock. “More than you can imagine.”

“Well… I have to admit… I like the sound of that,” said Miller. “But what’s the catch?” It never hurt to be prudent.

“Nothing, man,” said Z. “You’ll just have to go and fulfill all your fantasies.”

Miller quirked an eyebrow.

“Okay. Fine. The catch is, that you’ll have to live your life down there with the knowledge that there’s a very hot, very hung god watching you from ‘heaven’ at pretty much all times of the day,” said Z.

Miller chuckled. As far as drawbacks to deals for unimaginable power with unfathomably powerful beings went, having an eye in the sky spying on his every sexual encounter wasn’t all that bad. “Well, I’m not going to complain about that.”

Z grinned. He stood from the couch and shrank down to a more manageable size. Even so, he stood head and shoulders taller than Miller’s 5’10”.

“If you’re really down to be my worldly entertainment, then why don’t you come over here and give Daddy Z a kiss?” Z flashed a toothy grin at Miller and spread his arms wide.

Miller was more surprised to see Z let go of his cock than anything else. “Just a kiss?” he said a bit cheekily as he crossed the distance between him and Z.

Z pulled Miller in, wrapping his arms around the smaller man’s waist. “And maybe a little sword-fighting,” he said as he grabbed Miller’s ass and pulled their bodies together, their cocks grinding one against the other in the space between them.

Thunderstruck (Reincarnated aș a Dragon Sovereign #1)

Posted on February 7, 2025March 7, 2025 by indieerotica

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.

His dedication has brought him to the precipice of the most prized conquest in all the land: the Dragon Prince of the Kingdom of Legacy. His single-minded dedication to his goal has a price, however, and he might not have as much time to celebrate his achievement as he imagined.

Thunderstruck is a 5,400-word short story and the first in a four-part series.

“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.

Escaped Convict Gangbang

Posted on November 29, 2024 by indieerotica

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. A gang of crooks are looking for a place to hide out until the heat dies down, but none of them expected that their luck would take them to the house belonging to Pembrooke Falls’ best detective. Jeramie will have to use all of his tricks to outwit these horny home invaders and save his father!

Escaped Convict Gangbang is a 17,000-word story.

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.

Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: The Complete Series Bundle

Posted on November 29, 2024 by indieerotica

Welcome to Camp Wannakukka! A special place for fathers and their sons. Camp Wannakukka provides a safe, relaxing environment for men who wish to bond with their young sons in a very unique and permanent way. At Camp Wannakukka, we hope that the bonds forged here will last a lifetime.

When Billy gets sick before going on a special retreat with his dad, he sends his best friend Mark in his place. But things soon get heated between Mark and Billy's dad, and Mark sends teasing videos to Billy—and this all sparks unexpected feelings in Billy, feelings that make him reach for his meat.

Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: The Complete Series Bundle collects all four previously-published parts of the Cucked Son saga.

Mark messaged me again a moment later.

Lol. The resort staff thought I was your dad’s son.

That text came at me like a punch to the gut.

What?

Mark took a whole fucking ten minutes to answer me.

Yup! Lol. They were even commenting on how we look alike.

That had to be the biggest oversight in the history of the world. Mark looked nothing at all like my dad. He was blond and had green eyes. Dad was dark-haired and had blue eyes like mine. Even a child could figure that one out!

Mark’s next message—a whole eight minutes later—pissed me off even more.

Your dad played along.

He’s been calling me “son” this whole time.

My temper flared. I wanted to put my fist through my tablet. Dad was actually claiming that Mark was his son, and in front of other people?

“Not cool, Dad!” I yelled at the empty room.

My voice echoed off the walls. There was no one in the house except for me. Mom was at work and Dad was off in another state with Mark playing father-and-son with my best buddy. The isolation that had been eating away at me really hit home, then.

I was all alone.

I lay there feeling sorry for myself. Mark didn’t take nearly as long to message me back this time. His texts came within a couple of minutes.

Check out your Dad.

Dude, he is fucking hot as hell!

Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 4

Posted on October 18, 2024 by indieerotica

Welcome to Camp Wannakukka! A special place for fathers and their sons. Camp Wannakukka provides a safe, relaxing environment for men who wish to bond with their young sons in a very unique and permanent way. At Camp Wannakukka, we hope that the bonds forged here will last a lifetime.

Billy’s finally been given a clean bill of health. That means he can make his way to the resort and confront his best friend. There is no way that Mark or his father are going to get away with what they have done.

Or will they?

Cucked Son: Part 4 is an 8,800-word story and part four of a four-part series.

I imagined myself coming here with Dad and Mark. Would I have enjoyed myself if I had joined them from the start? Could we have had fun in spite of Mark’s machinations? Would I have been able to keep him away from my dad?

There weren’t any obvious answers and the ride ended before I could come up with some. The car slowed to a stop in front of a nice enough cabin. There were no numbers on it, or on any of the others for that matter.

Regardless, this appeared to be the place. I thanked the driver and got out, remembering to bring my bag with me. The ground crunched underneath my shoes as I approached the front door. The whole time, my heart was pounding.

“You got this,” I told myself softly, glad at least that my voice had come back. “You can do it.”

In spite of this pep talk, my hand shook as I reached up to take hold of the knob. It turned before I could touch it. To my surprise, the door swung inward sharply. I jumped back slightly at the sight of a stern, slightly out-of-shape man in his forties. He had a mustache and wore a polo shirt. The eyes below his receding hairline narrowed at me.

“Can I help you?” he asked severely.

People were asking me that a lot today. At least Navarro had been nice about it.

“I'm looking for my dad,” I explained, feeling nervous for some reason. This guy had a way of making me feel as though I had done something wrong. “This was supposed to be our cabin.”

The stern man shook his head. “’Fraid not,” he replied before looking over my head and past me. “Hey, Phil! You know where…?” He paused and looked at me again. “What’d you say your name was?”

I gave him my dad’s full name instead, which the stern guy in the doorway repeated. When I looked in the direction he was facing, I saw another man in the road. It looked like he had been going for a walk along the road past the cabin.

“Oh yeah!” the man called Phil replied. “He and his son got upgraded to Bunny Burrow a couple days ago, I think.”

Hearing someone mistake Mark for me set my teeth on edge.

Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 3

Posted on October 11, 2024 by indieerotica

Welcome to Camp Wannakukka! A special place for fathers and their sons. Camp Wannakukka provides a safe, relaxing environment for men who wish to bond with their young sons in a very unique and permanent way. At Camp Wannakukka, we hope that the bonds forged here will last a lifetime.

Billy is in for an even bigger surprise. The cookout was only the start of the shenanigans he’s missing out on while his Dad and Mark are at Camp Wannakukka. Mark lets Billy know that he and Billy’s Dad will be going to a wild party. Once again, jealousy roars inside of Billy’s chest.

But the party is just the beginning, because Mark has a special treat in store for Billy later that night.

Cucked Son: Part 3 is a 4,200-word short story and part three in a four-part series.

“What the hell, Dad?” I wondered aloud in the quiet of my empty bedroom.

I had refrained from opening the window. The lights were off as well. It gave the impression that I was squatting inside of a cave. That felt appropriate given my current mood.

For the dozenth time, my hands went for my phone. I brought up the video Mark sent and scrolled through to the point where Mark set his phone down. The scene played out exactly as I recalled.

In the beginning, I told myself that I had been imagining things. The phone was pretty far from the picnic table. It would be easy for me to misread the situation.

I had told myself that several times. And each time, I would go back to the video. All it took to remind me was watching this same scene over again. It took me several tries, but my denial receded at long last.

I kept right on replaying, though. Try as hard as I might, I couldn’t stop jerking off to it. The look on Dad’s face in particular fascinated me.

It should have been me sitting on Dad’s lap. I should be the one feeding him those fries. He should be feeling my ass grind against his massive cudgel of a cock. The fact that some other punk was doing it instead sent rage pumping through my blood and I had to fight to keep from throwing my phone against the wall.

Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 2

Posted on October 6, 2024 by indieerotica

Welcome to Camp Wannakukka! A special place for fathers and their sons. Camp Wannakukka provides a safe, relaxing environment for men who wish to bond with their young sons in a very unique and permanent way. At Camp Wannakukka, we hope that the bonds forged here will last a lifetime.

Try as he might, Billy cannot escape the lust that has bloomed in his heart for his father. The images Mark sends to him of his dad at Camp Wannakukka are tantalizing to say the least. Poor Billy can only stare at his screen impotently while his best friend and father have the time of their lives.

Things take a turn when Mark sends Billy a video of a barbecue cookout. The friendly fathers over at Bunny Burrow invited Mark and Dad along. Things seem to run a little differently over on this side of Camp Wannakukka, however. Billy is in for the surprise of his life.

Can he hold it in, or will he make another mess?

Cucking Daddy III: Cucked Son: Part 2 is a 3,000-word short story and part two of a four-part series.

My bed sheets were a mess!

It was the very next day. I lay in bed wearing nothing but the jockstrap I had fallen asleep in. The window was cracked slightly so my room could air out. This meant summer pollen could seep in, but I was already having a coughing fit.

The runny nose I had yesterday had given way to me hacking up a lung. Worse, my body had begun to ache all over. There was still no sign of a fever. That was a relief. Mom had gone to work already, but told me to call her if I felt even the slightest increase in my temperature.

I sure as shit felt feverish all right, but it wasn’t from COVID.

My phone was lying on the pillow next to me. The screen showed a picture of Dad standing beside Mark, holding up a trophy. There was a three-legged race that morning. Dad and Mark participated and won first place.

The picture after that was the one I had been fixated on all morning. I told myself that this was normal. There was nothing to do while I was sick but lie in bed and jerk off, after all.

None of that explained my sudden obsession with Dad’s body, though.

I had been scrolling through the pictures Mark sent since yesterday. They never failed to make my cock harden. It didn’t matter how many times I jerked off either. Inevitably, my balls would reload and I was ready for another stroke session.