Dominic N. Ashen

Dom's Little Black Book - Weekend With Jay, Part 3

After our impromptu threeway, Jay and I got up to get our day started properly. We had lots of fun plans to get to! I grabbed a quick shower before Jay so that he would be able to assess the damage to his well-used hole and give himself another cleaning afterwards. I am ever the gentleman.

The first thing on our docket was the beach! Not too far from my home is a nice little public beach that law enforcement has been kind enough to “look the other way” when it comes to public nudity laws, at least on some of the piers further from the entrance.

We were headed to a nude beach for the afternoon.

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Before we went to the beach proper though, we had a couple of stops to make. The first was just for food - fucking three times in 12 hours makes you build up an appetite! After we grabbed a quick bite, our second stop became apparent when some cute boy started chatting up Jay online. He wanted a piece, and I’m a very generous daddy, so I told Jay to let him know we would be stopping by.

This boy, we can call him Pete, lived not far from where we were headed, so it only took us a few minutes to get there after having lunch. After knocking on the door, he let us in and led us straight to the bedroom. Pete was verse, and he was looking to get both of his itches scratched that afternoon; first I would top him, and then he would top Jay.

Despite having had a crazy amount of sex already, my dick took no time in rising to the challenge. Pete showed me where the lube was and got into position on all fours on his bed, while I took my place behind him.

Pete was a bigger guy, and as such had a very nice, juicy ass. I gave it a few smacks and manhandled it a bit before grabbing the lube and slicking up my cock, dripping a little down his crack and smearing it onto his hole. Then, without any further delay, I entered him.

Pete was tight and obviously not as experienced as Jay, so it took a little bit of effort to get all the way in without hurting him. But once I popped through that first ring of muscle, Pete let out a long, loud moan. Clearly it had been a while since his last dick-down.

Eager for the rest of our visit here and for the beach, I began fucking Pete earnestly. Much like the night before, this was a no-frills fuck. I was here to pound some ass, shoot my load, and then watch my boy have the same done to him. I smacked Pete’s ass as I pumped, wanting to instill an idea of how rough he can get when he fucks Jay next.

Unwatched by me, Jay sat on the corner of the bed, engrossed in the scene before him. When I looked over to see how he was doing, I saw his eyes were locked on my cock as it drove in and out of Pete’s hole. My boy does have a tendency to get dick-drunk, and this is the first time he’d ever seen me fucking someone else in person. Must have been strange to see things from the other side.

Enjoying my second audience that day, I grabbed Pete by the hips and sped up my thrusts. He squealed into the mattress but made no attempt to move away, so I don’t think he minded. After just a few more minutes of this, I was shooting my load as I was buried deep in his hole. Honestly, I was a little surprised that I had any cum left at that point.

I stepped into the bathroom to clean myself up a little, and by the time I returned Jay was already ass up on the bed with Pete lining up behind him. I leaned against the wall, content to let the scene play out in front of me. Jay was still opened up from all his previous use, so Pete didn’t have to struggle to get inside, and was soon steadily fucking into his ass.

I walked around the room behind them, enjoying the action from a few different angles. At one point, I pulled out my phone and took a few minutes of video. I could see some leftover lube dripping out of Pete’s ass as it rose and fell, and before long Pete was shooting his own load.

I gave the two of them a few minutes to enjoy the afterglow before giving Jay a light smack on the butt. We had places to be. With a “yes, daddy,” he cleaned himself up and got dressed. Pete walked the two of us to the door and we said our goodbyes. Not a bad pitstop.

After that, we headed to the beach. I’d love to regale you with some tale of public debauchery here, but part of the reason the beach is even allowed to exist is that it’s not really like that. Sexual stuff does happen, but people are usually pretty stealthy about it. Or at least pretend to be.

Still, it was a very enjoyable afternoon. I’ll have fun doing just about anything if it involves public nudity, and even more if I get to gawk at other hot half-naked dudes. I saw way more cock rings than I expected, metal ones. Doesn’t that get hot?

We enjoyed our beers and the view, got in the water a little, and overall just relaxed. It was a good visit. Once we decided we had had enough of the dicks, ass, and sand in and around both, we packed up and headed home for the night.

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Of course, the weekend didn’t end there. We had already made plans with yet another guy - Teach, from a previous Little Black book chapter. He and I still saw each other from time to time, though our dynamic had changed entirely. He was the one calling me sir now, and he was excited to use a boy with me.

When he arrived I already had Jay on the bed and in position. He was bent over a foam pillow, his ass raised to hip level. I used my bondage straps to tie both his legs to the bottom two corners of the bed, and his two hands tied together to the headboard above him. It was quite the scene.

I had been teasing Jay’s well-lubed hole, him having cleaned out again after we got home. Better safe than sorry. Teach quickly got to work stripping down to just his jock, pulling his cock out of the side as he kneeled on the bed. After lubing up, he took a whiff of poppers and drove in. Jay moaned but remained still and in position, ever the dedicated bottom.

For the second time that day I sat back and watched as another man used my boy. Giving his ass the occasional smack, Teach eagerly pounded away at Jay’s hole. I could just make out the dirty talk he was muttering to the boy below, utterances of “take that dick” and “slut.”

I was going to do more than just watch this time, though. I stepped behind Teach and teased his ass and chest with my hands. I snaked my fingers towards his hole, a hole I had opened up and bred many times by now. His pacing slowed, but he continued to fuck as I inched a finger further into his hole ever so slowly, waiting for the itch to trigger.

As I felt the ass in front of me push back onto my finger, I grabbed the lube with my free hand to wet my cock. I pushed Teach forward, all the way into Jay, and took position behind both of them. I ground my lubed cock against Teach’s ass, pushing him further into Jay’s ass and making the both of them moan. IThen  aimed my cock at his hole and pushed forward once again.

Teach took a huge inhale after I slipped past the rim of his hole. I went slow, knowing that despite having been here before, Teach was hardly a bottom on par with someone like Jay. I can be a gentle daddy when needed. After I felt my groin meet Teach’s ass, I ground my hips forward, eliciting more moans from both of my prone boys. I pulled back after that and allowed Teach to pull back a little himself. When he drove his hips back into Jay, I followed suit and bottomed out in him once again, this time giving a few thrusts before Teach had a chance to move again.

We continued like that for a few minutes before I decided to let Teach do most of the work. As I stood still, he moved backward and forward at a steady pace, fucking himself onto my cock while fucking into Jay on the next stroke. I reached around to again play with his nipples as he sped up, occasionally losing the rhythm, but who could blame him? I’m pretty sure this was a first for everyone involved.

Eventually I started to move again, doing my best to time my thrusts with his. I was essentially fucking him into Jay, using one of my boys to fuck another. Teach must have found this as hot as I did, because the next thing I knew he was shooting his load into Jay’s ass, the boy’s first load since cleaning out again. I could feel the contractions of his ass clamping down on my cock and I continued to give a few more thrusts, working him through the orgasm. Once the moaning stopped, I gently extracted myself, giving him a chance to catch his breath and clean up.

He moved off the bed and I immediately took his place. I still had another load to shoot. I spread Jay’s ass, took aim, and railed him like there was no tomorrow. Teach watched as I long-dicked the ass in front of me, each time reentering with a loud slap of skin on skin. I covered Jay’s back with my own and fucked down into his hole, frantically, losing any sense of rhythm. I growled into his ear as I added my own load to Teach’s, with him moaning after feeling the first warm shot.

By the time I’d caught my breath, Teach had been in and out of the bathroom and was already dressed. I gave Jay a playful spank as I walked Teach out, thanking him for being a good boy and breeding my other boy. After I got back in the room, I fed my wet cock to the still tied Jay, releasing him once I was cleaned. Exhausted from our very busy day, we did not stay up much later, happy to let sleep claim us.

I fucked Jay once more that night, much like the previous. And just like he did then, he took my cock and load without complaint. I think both of us were a little disappointed when we awoke the following afternoon, and it was time for him to go. He had a long drive ahead of him. After packing everything into his car, I pulled him into a bear hug.

“You were a very good boy this weekend. Thank you for everything,” I punctuated my thanks with a kiss.

“Thank you, Daddy, for letting me stay with you and for the amazing weekend,” he returned.

With another kiss and a very forceful ass grab, I sent my boy off, with the instruction to let me know when he got home. I headed up to my room with a smile on my face. This was a great visit.

Is this how most dad’s feel after a weekend with the kids?

Magical Sex Toys

Haven’t you ever wished you could use a little magic in the bedroom? Maybe you’d like a spell that could help with cleaning up, or a costume that changed the way you looked. Those things might not be available here on Earth, but in a world like Terra, anything is possible.

If you’ve read my stories, then you should already be familiar with the cleansing charm, a small round stone that is enchanted with a spell that, ahem, cleans out your backdoor when you’re expecting to have a little fun in that area. “Upgraded” charms can even leave the user lubricated and stretched. Similar charms also exist for the purpose of contraception, casting a spell that leaves the user with a 6-hour window in which they cannot become pregnant. Lambskin condoms are still the other go-to choice when it comes to protection, enchanted to increase their durability and offer additional protection from sexual transmitted disease. Of course, the availability of these charms varies wildly depending on location, with more conservative countries outlawing them entirely.

As far as lubrication is concerned, oil is what is primarily used, with olive oil in particular favored because of its long-lasting qualities. Other types of plant oils are also popular, with some even being mixed with other ingredients to deliver special qualities. For example, when shockvine is added, users are said to experience a tingling around the area it has been applied, and the fluid extracted from a salamander’s throat sack is known to cause a warming sensation.

A nurse friend of mine used to love telling me about how much people loved sticking things they shouldn’t inside of themselves. That’s what they make toys for, people! They might not have our level of technology, but with magic, the people of Terra can make all their plugs and dildos just as inventive. Of course you have your standards, toys that can vibrate and even grow and shrink in size. Then you have your more specific options. Toys that change their temperature, dildos that feel like they’re squirting real cum, plugs with animal tails that respond to your emotions. Horny terran wizards are inventing new things every day!

Working in conjunction with those toys are magical harnesses. These harnesses, when paired with the correct false phallus, are enchanted to provide the wearer with all the sensations of having a working penis. Though not yet widespread, they are particularly popular with dominant woman (and the men they love to peg), lesbians, and transgender men. Similar objects on the opposite end of the spectrum are also in development, sheathes made from certain plant leathers that can provide the “wearer” all the feelings that come with having a flesh-and-blood vagina.

Terran bondage enthusiasts are also in luck, using magic to enhance your standard leather, metal, and rope restraints. Magical locking cuffs are very popular, made with a magnetic lodestone that allows them to easily lock together with ease. Some of these cuffs can be enchanted to only release when the dominant partner allows them to, and some people go so far as to design entire frames with the components so that they can easily lock their partners in any number of positions. Rope can also be bewitched to cause all sorts of sensations on the skin, both pleasurable and painful. It can be tightened or loosened with just a thought of a user's mind, or even release them entirely after a certain amount of time.

Finally, just like in our world, roleplaying is a very popular bedroom pastime in Terra. While spellcasters are already known to use their own magic for various sexual purposes, including altering their appearance, magical costumes exist to provide non-casters the same thing. Perhaps you’d like to strap on a pair of dragon wings that covers your body in scales, or a set of cat ears and tail that you can feel the sensations of when stroked. Some of these outfits can even be enchanted to alter the perception of the wearer, putting them more in the mindset of the creature or person they are supposed to be imitating, though these items can also be dangerous when used improperly. Remember everyone, magic or not, consent is always key!

The Journal of Khazak Uzi'lag, Chapter 3

Solisday,  Leus 20th, 4623

I apologize for not writing for some time, but the past few days have been stressful to say the least.

Things started simply enough. The morning after the day of the hunt, I awoke with Vakesh to begin our usual morning routine. He seemed a bit sluggish, but I chalked that up to him not having slept well the night before. Then Vakesh informed me that he was not feeling well as we completed our morning calisthenics, but I again brushed him off and assumed he was just trying to get out of work.

I wish now that I had listened to him.

That afternoon, just as we were sitting down for lunch, it became apparent that Vakesh was not faking anything. As I sat down, I noticed how pale his skin seemed, right before he shot up from his seat. At first I thought this might be some bizarre escape attempt, but as he threw up the contents of his stomach onto the forest floor, I realized he was simply trying to avoid making a mess.

As soon as he was able to stand, I brought him to the infirmary so my mother and the other healers could assist him. I was worried that this may be the first signs of an illness running through the camp, fears that were later founded as more people in camp became sick in the same way. However, as the fifth person was brought in, I noticed that everyone sick was one of our recent captives from the Rageblood clan. What if this was something they brought with them - a plan to get us all ill, and then attack when we are at the weakest?

“Food poisoning.” My mother allayed my fears as soon as I walked into her tent to report my suspicions. “All of them. Probably from whatever they ate last night.”

“But, we all ate the same thing last night...” My hand covers my stomach. That means it is only a matter of time before the rest of the tribe becomes sick.

Except...no one else did. I checked in with just about everyone in camp all throughout the day, but the only cases of anyone getting sick were the Ragebloods. I could not understand how that could happen, and neither could my mother.

And with all of our magical healers gone, my mother and her subordinates were stretched thin. Without the benefit of any healing magic, there was little for them to do but watch over their patients, keeping them hydrated and monitoring their temperatures. I really have to commend them. Regardless of their feelings for who these prisoners were, they were treated the same as any other patient.

As long as those who are sick are kept isolated, my mother said we should be fine with some basic hygiene, but I need everyone to be aware of what to do as more people become sick. Still unsure as to what happened, I called a meeting of my captains: Riktal, Tress, Yurga, and Hrogun. I informed them of the current situation, and of my concerns for it spreading to the rest of the tribe. Most of them react to my news looking somber and equally concerned, but I could not help but notice the smirk Riktal was wearing.

“Why are you smiling?” I had to ask. “Is there something funny about this?”

“A little,” he answered between chuckles. “I do not think you need to worry about this spreading to the rest of the tribe.”

“Why not?” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

“Remember yesterday, when your new bitch told us there was something wrong with one of the kills we brought back?” Riktal starts.

“Yes. Why would that matter?” I could already feel my blood pressure rising. “I told you to get rid of it.”

“You also told me to feed those dog Ragebloods,” he said with a smirk. “I guess the little shit was right.”

“Riktal... Tell me you didn’t...” A wave of nausea passed through me.

“Do not worry, I made sure no one from the tribe ate any.” He waves off my concern. Around us, the other captains can sense my growing unease and begin to slowly back away from the two of us.

“Why would you do that!?” I tried to keep my volume steady, my anger reaching a boiling point.

“Because I thought it would be funny?” He looked taken aback by my tone. “Why are you so angry about this?”

“Because you poisoned five people!” I shouted, no longer able to hold it back.

“Not people, Ragebloods.” He rolled his eyes.

“Are you serious?” I grit my teeth and stomped toward him. “They are our prisoners. They were no threat to you!”

“The only good Rageblood is a dead Rageblood.” He spit on the ground to his side. “I was doing the honorable thing for our tribe.”

“Oh please, enlighten me as to what honor there is to be found in poisoning a captive!” I took another angry stomp forward. “How does this benefit the tribe?”

“Are you hearing yourself?” Riktal narrowed his eyes. “Is that new pet of yours starting to make you go soft?”

“Are you challenging me, Riktal?” We were now standing almost chest to chest. “If you have a problem with the way I am leading the tribe, by all means, say so,” I dared him.

Riktal glared at me, ready to say something, but finally seemed to notice the silence around us. Looking to the others, he could sense that none of them had his back and deflated. When he finally turned back to me, he looked recalcitrant.

“No, Khazak,” he answered with a small sigh, not meeting my eyes. “I apologize. I...let my anger over the attack get the better of me. I should not have fed them rotten meat.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” I took a step back, my tone less angry but no less serious. “With all of our healers gone to help our other camps, the ones that remain are already stretched thin.”

“I...did not consider that, Khazak.” Though I bet he was also wondering why our healers were bothering at all. “I am sorry.”

I do not share his feelings. Even if they are our enemies, deceiving them into eating poisoned food is barbaric. He had better hope they survive, and I had the perfect punishment in mind for him in the interim.

“You can apologize to my mother personally while you spend the next several days helping her and the other healers care for their new patients.” His eyes went wide as I told him his penance. “For however long it takes for them to all recover.”

“You cannot be serious!” He seemed offended that he might have to stoop to actually care for any of them.

“Entirely serious,” I told him with crossed arms. “Otherwise, you can spend that same amount of time in a cage being treated like a prisoner yourself. Let us hope no one decides to feed you any rotten meat.”

His face pulled tight at that, clenching his hands into fists before he spoke again. “Yes, chief.”

“Good.” I turn to the other three captains. “I will take over running our combat drills for the time being. The three of you can divide up his other responsibilities until he is able to return to his regular duties.”

“Yes, chief,” they all responded.

If you had told me when I woke up that morning that I would get into such a fight with my best friend, I would not have believed you. I also would not have believed that he would have been behind a poisoning plot, but I suppose people surprise you. Still, I already knew he and I were going to have to have words about this, not as chief and tribesman, but as friends.

I brought Riktal over to the healers tent myself and explained the situation to my mother. She was of course less-than pleased to discover that he was behind the food poisoning, but was grateful for the help nonetheless. Still, as she and the other healers did not feel Riktal could be trusted to care for the patients themselves, he was relegated to more basic and frankly demeaning duties -  washing soiled linens, cleaning bedpans, and emptying vomit-filled buckets. A fitting punishment, given he was the cause of the issues.

With nothing left to do but wait for their recovery, I assumed that would be the end of it. I went about the rest of my day, picking up some of the extra slack caused by Riktal’s absence but my mind kept coming back to the sick Ragebloods, and more specifically, Vakesh. I wish I had listened to him that morning when he told me he did not feel well. Perhaps that would have helped with some of the guilt I was feeling.

Unable to get them out of my mind, I made a number of visits to the infirmary throughout the day, checking with my mother as to everyone's conditions. After a while I could tell that I was starting to annoy some of the other healers with my presence, doing little more than getting in their way. Still, no one, not even my mother, ever told me to leave.

Eventually, she found some work to keep me busy, fetching them fresh buckets of water from the river. It was not much, but it kept my mind occupied. But that only helped sometimes.

That first day, Vakesh was unwell, but still coherent. While I kept my distance at first, it eventually became too difficult to avoid him seeing me. And of course seeing him only made the guilt stronger, until I felt as though I had to tell him the truth. So I took a seat and sat next to his bed.

“How are you feeling?” I asked the stupid question.

“Like shit,” he answered honestly. “I must look even worse if you are in here helping.”

“It is not that, I just...” I started searching my mind for a reason.

“Felt guilty that your friend poisoned us?” he finished without making eye contact.

“How... How did you know?” I was still trying to figure out how I would tell him.

“It was not hard to figure out,” he answered flatly. “It was only my brothers and I who got sick, and it explained why that prick has been cleaning up my vomit all morning.”

“Yes, that is part of his punishment.” I admitted guiltily. “I swear to you, I didn’t not ask for this. He acted alone.”

“I thought not,” he croaked. “It did not seem like your style.”

“It is not,” I could not help the small laugh that escaped my lips.

“You better hope that I survive this,” he told me with a small smile. “Or else I am going to haunt you for the rest of your life.”

Journal...that was the last time we spoke. When I returned to check on him and the others the next day, he was incoherent, and when I checked this morning, he was practically delirious. His fever had only gotten worse, and he could not even recognize me when I approached. The same had happened to all of the Ragebloods. It was not looking good.

I found myself angry and irritable all day, nearly biting Tress' head off when he asked when Riktal would be off duty. I told him it would be soon, as the Ragebloods would either get better or die in the next day or so, and stomped off. I know he did not mean anything by it... I am not sure why I got so upset.

Towards the end of the evening, my mother came to get me. Two of the Ragebloods fever had broken, and it was looking good for two of the others, but Vakesh was only doing worse. She wanted me to see him.

“What... What do you want me to do, mother?” I asked, unsure of why she brought me there.

“Sit with him, son.” She guided me to the seat next to his bed. “I have heard your name from his lips more than once, whether he knows it or not. Just let him know you are here.”

Dumbfounded, I took the seat, looking over the sick man in bed next to me. His skin was pale, his cheeks sallow and sunken. He was sweating and shivering at the same time, despite being covered in a blanket of furs, and he never made a sound other than the occasional groan.

“I am so sorry, Vakesh,” I started talking, as my mother asked. “I never meant for something like this to happen. You did not deserve this.”

I would like to believe that I saw his body relax when he heard my voice, but that was likely just wishful thinking. Still, I sat there and continued to talk, telling him about things that had happened in camp the last few days. The weather. Camp gossip. Anything I could think of.

My mother would visit, periodically changing out the cool rag laid over his forehead and checking his temperature. But still he did not improve. As the night dragged on and more of his compatriots began to recover, he only seemed to get worse. With all of my other options exhausted, I did the only thing I could think of: I prayed. I begged for the Earth-Mother to heal him, for the River-Guardian to soothe him, for the Sky-Father not to take his spirit. I sat there and I prayed to the Three until I was exhausted.

At some point, I began to nod off. I tried to fight it, but once my mother noticed, she sent me off to my tent to get some sleep. She said I would be useless the next day without it. That was almost an hour ago, and try as I might, every time I close my eyes, I still see him, and find myself starting to pray again.

Lunaday,  Leus 21st, 4623

His fever broke! He is awake! The first thing I did after waking up was rush to the infirmary, where my mother happily informed me that Vakesh’s fever broke overnight. I cannot describe the relief I felt at the news.

He was still sleeping, and I had no intention of waking him, but I went through the rest of my morning with my steps feeling much lighter. I visited again just before lunch, happy to see he was awake this time. He and the others were being fed some soup and bread, their first solid food in days.

My mother told me they should be cleared for release the next day, but they were not to engage in any heavy labor for at least two days after. I had no problem with that, though Vakesh did his best to get her to agree to three. I was so happy he was alive that I could not even bring myself to reprimand him.

I let Riktal know he could go back to his regular duties the following day, and could tell he was equally relieved. I did not stay very long after that, satisfied that everyone would make a full recovery. In fact, after eating my lunch, I came right back here to write this entry.

The truth is, I am feeling very unsure of myself. The emotions I experienced the past few days have been unexpected to say the least. It would be simple to chalk it all up to guilt over Ritkal’s treachery, but something about this feels different.

The anger at the poisoning, the worry over Vakesh’s condition, the fear of his demise... I have not prayed like that since I was a child. Perhaps not even then. This feels like more than guilt. But then what is it? And why with him?

Arenas & Monsters Preview Chapters

Something, something, sleigh bells ringing... Welcome to December! Now I know you all have already been able to read the first two chapters of Arenas & Monsters, but if you were to decide to go back and read them again, you will find that they have been updated! After going through many rounds of edits, each of these chapters is now the final version that will be included in the published book. They are also available to read on my website, where you can also find information about Arenas & Monsters and all of my other books! I expect preorders to be up in January, and as soon as they are online, you can be sure I will let you know.

In other news, I’ve begun work on my fifth novel! No details yet, other than to say that I’ve finished writing the first three chapters, and so far it’s coming along well. I’ll have a lot more info to share in the new year, but for now I want you to put all that book energy towards Arenas & Monsters - I know you’re gonna love it!

Alright, well I gotta get back to slaving away in the word mines. Stay warm, and have a great start to your winter!

This Month on Patreon

December’s Patreon offerings:

• 12/12: The third chapter of The Journal of Khazak Uzi’lag - Just as things start to warm up between Khazak and Vakesh, Vakesh is stricken by an illness...
• 12/19: Sex Magic - More than just cleansing stones and magic plugs, discover even more of the ways magic is used to supplement sex in Terra.
• 12/26: Weekend With Jay, Part 3 - The final part of our weekend together is a day at the beach! With a few fun guest appearances. 😉

Dom's Little Black Book: Daddy D, Chapter 5

The holidays were over, but Daddy D and I still found ourselves unable to meet up regularly at either of our homes. A combination of our roommates and busy work schedules forced us to make do with what we could, which meant texting each other a lot of dirty pics. I became particularly fond of expanding my jockstrap collection and showing off each new piece for him. All the while, we kept looking for any openings in our schedules for us to finally get together again.

It took some time, but eventually, we lucked out and we found a good night for the both of us. Unfortunately, both of our places were still unavailable, so it looked like we were going to have another fun night in a park together. Daddy sent me an address of a place I was somewhat familiar with: a park near the airport.

That night, I hopped in my car and drove out to meet him. As I pulled into the parking lot, I could see all the usual trappings of a park: some pavilions, a baseball field, and a playground. Then, further back, was a forest with a number of walking trails. Not exactly like the trails from some of my camping adventures, but I’m sure they’ve seen their fair share of action.

I sat in my car for a few minutes until I saw Daddy pull in and park his own. I walked over and jumped in the passenger seat. We weren’t going anywhere just yet, and I wanted to make out a little. I hummed happily to myself when he kissed me, the familiar taste of tobacco on his tongue. Once we’d had our fill, we stepped out and made our way over towards the park proper.

We spent a few minutes just walking together, catching up since the last time we were able to see each other. Pretty boring stuff. But eventually, we started wandering towards the walking trails. The one Daddy chose led us to a wooden dock leading out towards a lake, ending in a nice covered area where we could get some one-on-one time.

The lights had long since turned off and as far as we could tell, we were alone. I leaned against the wooden railing and looked out over the lake. The moon was nearly full, hanging high in the air, its white reflection bouncing off the water. It was a quiet night; peaceful but not eerie. After taking everything in, I turned to look at Daddy.

He had brought a small backpack with him and was leaning back while he rummaged through it. Pulling out a couple of beers, he cracked one open before offering it to me. Smiling, I accepted the offered bottle and took a swig.

“Thank you, daddy.” I clinked my bottle against his.

He winked in response as he took a drink of his own. I moved to lean next to him and we stood there together, drinking and enjoying the comfortable silence as we looked across the lake. After finishing his beer, Daddy set his bottle down and pulled me in for another kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as we made out in the moonlight. I could taste the beer on his breath and hear the cicadas chirping in the forest. Fuck, I loved kissing him. I moved my tongue against his as I started to grind my crotch forward, seeking friction of its own.

I could feel the hard cock in his jeans pressing against mine. I moved my hands from his neck to down his sides, stroking his back and ass with one while I grabbed his cock with the other. As he growled into my mouth, I felt his cock flex in my hand. Wordlessly, I dropped to my knees and started to undo his belt and zipper. He grabbed the railing behind him with both hands, giving me more room to work, his cock springing free from its confines.

I nuzzled my face into his crotch, his cock rubbing against my lips and beard. I took a big, long whiff of his, once again intoxicated by his scent. I kissed my way gently up his shaft, engulfing and suckling at the head to lap up any precum. Then, I slowly swallowed my way down his shaft until I could feel his pubic hair scratching against my nose, my throat stretched wide.

I felt one of Daddy’s hands move to my head, pushing me back down to the base after letting me pull off about halfway. I relaxed and let Daddy control how he wanted to use my mouth, gently but firmly fucking my face onto his cock. I held onto his thighs to steady myself, focusing on pushing through my gag reflex each time Daddy forced my head down to his pubes.

As Daddy continued to fuck my face for a few more minutes, I felt spit starting to drip down my chin. I moaned happily around the cock in my mouth, letting my saliva assist in keeping the cock plundering my throat well lubricated. Once he had had enough, Daddy released my head, letting me pull off completely.

I remained on my knees a few more moments, leaning against his legs and catching my breath. I wiped my face with my shirt as Daddy helped me up. Not like anyone could see me out here anyway.

“Good job, cubby,” Daddy praised as he pulled me in for a sloppy kiss.

After throwing our empties in his bag, we decided to go explore more of the park. The night was still young. We walked the trails, venturing deeper into the woods, the only light available to guide us coming from our phones. I won’t lie, it was definitely creepy, and not something I would have thought I’d ever be doing. But I knew that if something happened, Daddy was here to protect me. Or at least slow down the killer until I could get away.

But nothing like that was going to happen; we were totally alone. We continued to walk and talked, Daddy cracking open a second beer. He was looking for a particular location, as this was an old cruising spot he used to make use of. In the dark it wasn’t as easy to make out the specifics of where we were, but eventually, Daddy managed to recognize some of our surroundings and found the right place.

It was a small clearing deep inside the park. The walking path had seemingly ended not far back, but there was nothing really stopping us from continuing forward, nothing but the trees. I looked around with my phone as Daddy pointed out a couple of “landmarks'' to me - the main focus being a fallen tree that was just the right height to bend someone over. I imagined Daddy fucking a past boy of his here, or even getting fucked himself.

I didn’t have to imagine much longer, as Daddy pulled me in for another kiss. After a little more kissing and a lot of playing with my cock, Daddy undid my zipper and pulled it out of my pants. I ground against his hand as my tongue played with his, ready for some action of my own.

Daddy once again opened his bag, this time pulling out a bottle of lube. After a few more minutes of making out he undid his own pants, pulling them down past his thighs. He opened the lube and applied it to my cock, and then his hole, before turning around and bending over the fallen tree.

It was a little difficult to see in the dark ,but I felt around Daddy’s ass until I found his hole, teasing it with my fingers before pushing my cock in. Daddy groaned aloud as I bottomed out, practically hugging the tree in front of him. I held myself in place and kissed the back of his neck, giving him some time to get used to the stretch. Neither of us attempted to stifle our noises, content that we were alone out here.

I pulled back and thrusted into Daddy’s ass, getting a groan of approval in return. I gripped his hips gently as I fucked my cock in and out of his hole. With the lack of lighting, the only sensory information I could get was coming from my ears, hands, and dick. I stroked one hand up and down Daddy’s bent back as I continued to steadily pound him. I had my eyes closed, as the lack of light meant leaving them open was next to useless.

I heard the steady slapping rhythm of skin on skin as Daddy had reached underneath himself to jerk off. There is something seriously sexy about a Dom who isn’t ashamed to enjoy getting fucked. At this point, I was hoping one day he’d just tie me down and ride my cock to his heart's content.

I started to fuck him faster and harder after that - I wasn’t entirely sure that I was going to be able to get off out here, but I knew I could at least help get my daddy over the edge. I squeezed his ass with both hands, increasing the pressure on my cock, and felt his ass flex as I did. After a few more minutes, Daddy suddenly clamped down on me like a vice.

With a loud moan, he shot his load directly onto the forest floor. I slowed down but continued thrusting for a few more minutes, working him through the aftershocks. Once I felt his hole stop spasming, I rested, leaning my chest against his now-upright back. Then, with a kiss to the back of his neck, I gently pulled out.

Daddy kissed me again, thanking me for the fuck I just threw him, as I tucked myself back into my pants. After a few more kisses, we checked the surrounding area to make sure we weren’t leaving anything behind. Even whores care about littering!

Satisfied, Daddy zipped up his bag and led us out of the woods, walking me back to my own car. The parking lot was empty, the other visitors having long since gone. I leaned back against my car as he kissed me goodnight. With a smile and a goodbye, we both left for home for the evening.

Where I immediately jerked off, of course.

Holidays in Terra: The Hunter's Moon

The end of Autumn signals the end of harvest season, an event so big that many cultures dedicate an entire holiday to it. Terra is no different, with some of these practices and rituals resembling some of our own. Today, we are going to focus on one celebrated in V’rok’sh Tah’lj: he Hunter’s Moon

Though they have become a more agricultural society in recent years, for the orcs of Tah’lj, the end of fall signals the end of the hunting season. Long outdoor excursions are made more difficult by the dropping temperatures, as well as the potential for snow and ice. Additionally, much of the usual choice of game will  have gone to ground, becoming much less active or even hibernating through the entire season.

Like many orc communities, hunting is very much an essential part of the culture in V’rok’sh Tah’lj, even if not all orc families still hunt. The Tahlijan orcs feel it is important to use every part of their kills - meat, fur, and bones - as a sign of respect to the animal you have hunted. And that is what ties back to the Hunter’s Moon.

Held on the last full moon of the season, the Hunter’s Moon is a night of celebrating and paying respects to the spirits of all the animals killed during hunts in the past year. At one time, it was traditional for the heads of each clan to venture out on the day of the full moon for one last hunt, but as the city’s population has grown, this has become less feasible. These days, a group of citizens is “elected” to participate in the final hunt, with one of them being named King of the Hunt.

In the weeks leading up to the day, the orcs of V’rok’sh Tah’lj will often take time to craft elaborate costumes using furs and other objects acquired over the year to craft elaborate costumes. These are often stylized impersonations of the beasts the materials came from, but others choose to base theirs on creatures or heroes of legend. Children in particular are encouraged to participate, crafting small trinkets and toys from the bones and feathers of their own hunts.

On the night of the full moon, the elected hunters will carry the results of the day’s hunt through the city, lead by the King of the Hunt. As is tradition, they are dressed in the garb of the Spirit of the Hunt, who leads the ghosts of prey and those killed while hunting to their final destinations. The costume consists of a large bear skull, adorned with two antlered horns of a buck, and the long, sharp beak of a stork. The procession moves through town, ending at an altar dedicated to the Spirit of the Hunt, where the hunt’s bounty is displayed.

What follows is a feast, with the citizens gathering together to revel and show off their own costumes. There drinking, dancing, and many, many sugary treats. During the feast, children are encouraged to exchange their creations with ttheir friends, or present them as offerings to the Spirit on the altar, in the hopes of having many successful hunts when the seasons change once again. In truth, these objects are collected and donated to families in need, and the same is done with the yield from the hunt’s bounty.

The day that follows is often one filled with many hangovers and a lot of cleaning up.  Costumes are put away until next year, or more likely disassembled, the materials recycled for other purposes. As the coming winter months will need to be prepared for, this holiday also signals the final food-centered celebration until the new year. Let’s all hope the Spirit of the Hunt will be pleased for the coming spring...

The Journal of Khazak Uzi'lag, Chapter 2

Aerisday, Leus 17th, 4623

It has been a long and tiring day, and I for one am glad it is over. And after being put through his paces on his first full day as my slave, I am sure that Vakesh feels the same. But his training had to begin somewhere.

I awoke at sunrise, as I always do, eager to greet the day. Vakesh, however, took some rousing. I did try to be gentle at first, only nudging him with the side of my foot, but all he did was grumble something unintelligible and swat at my ankle before turning onto his side. It was almost cute - almost.

Finished with being nice, I gave him a swift and strong kick to the rear. I watched his face as he finally awoke, shifting from annoyance as his eyes first opened, to shock as he looked around the tent, and then back to annoyed as his eyes finally landed on me. I think he had forgotten where he was for a moment, before reality came crashing down.

I spend twenty minutes every morning exercising by running through a quick calisthenics routine. Today’s routine took about twice as long as usual as I had to run a second person through everything. He actually has great form and balance, which he would have realized if he had not complained every step of the way. By the time we were finally finished and headed back to camp, I was not sure if I was more frustrated or hungry.

I brought Vakesh to the camp’s cooking tent next. The camp’s cooking team is very talented, made up of the wives and husbands of some of our greatest warriors. He seemed confused when I introduced him to them, until he noticed some of the other new “recruits” having the same done. As I grabbed bowls of the morning's venison stew for the both of us I explained to Vakesh that this would be one of the few places he may be assigned to work - once he can be trusted of course. I am not sure his feelings on working in a kitchen or if he possesses any skills, but he did not seem overly thrilled by that.

After we finished breakfast, it was time to start on the chores for the day. Or for Vakesh to start on them, at least. After returning our bowls to the kitchen, we returned to my tent, where I instructed Vakesh to retrieve all of my soiled clothing. After managing to gather everything together, I brought us to the laundry tent and retrieved a washboard and some soap, made from animal fat and lye, before leading him to the nearby river, the same one we bathed in last night.

I told him that one of his responsibilities would be laundering both of our clothing at least once a week, and possibly more often if needed. He again, did not look thrilled, but did not voice any complaints. I waded into the river after him, showing how I prefer my things to be washed, before instructing him to hang them on the low branches of a nearby tree to dry. Afterwards, I took a seat beneath that same tree and watched him work. Closely, at first, until I see that he is not slacking off, then I let my mind wander.

It is not easy being chief of an entire tribe, as I am sure my father could attest. Even when not actively at war with another tribe, there is still much that needs to get done to ensure our safety and defenses. Though the Rageblood attack was only three days ago, it will be time to send out scouts once more, as there could be another attack any day. I briefly consider asking Vakesh to tell me any of their other plans, but quickly stamp out that thought. There is nothing we could trust about his answer.

After that, I needed to make sure that the repairs to our defenses and equipment were completed, or at least actively being worked on, and after that I should visit the healer’s tent and check on anyone still injured. The political aspects of the job are my least favorite, but my father taught me well the importance of meeting with every member of the tribe and ensuring their concerns are heard.

Vakesh finished hanging the laundry, and I allowed him a short while to rest before bringing him to his next task - tending to my weapons and armor. Every good warrior knows the importance of maintaining your equipment, and given Vakesh’s skill with a weapon, I expect no less out of him.

I retrieved my sword, armor, a whetstone, and some oil, and brought Vakesh to the camp bonfire to work. It is a very public spot, a regular gathering area for the tribe for all sorts of reasons. Naturally, he was not exactly thrilled, but nonetheless got to work with minimal complaints. After verifying that he knew what he was doing, I let him work in peace (though not unwatched) while I met with other tribe members.

I asked Riktal to gather together our best scouts, to be briefed before sending them off on another mission. I want to know what the Ragebloods next moves will be, and the question of their next attack is not an “if'' but a “when.” In addition to tracking the Ragebloods, the scouts will also make visits to some of our ally tribes and see what, if anything, they have learned.

Once the scouts had been given their assignments, I moved on to discussing our defenses with Riktal. As my second-in-command, I have delegated to him the responsibility of our tribe’s combat training. Seeing as we grew up together, I know firsthand that he is one of our finest warriors, and I make it a point to attend all of his training sessions. Not only does it keep me in well-oiled shape, but it is a good way to keep up morale with the rest of the tribe, and show that Riktal’s authority is to be respected.

Unfortunately, while discussing plans for his upcoming drills, we received some troubling news - we were not the only Proudhunter camp to be attacked. We received messengers from two of our other camps, revealing that they were attacked on the same days, and had not fared nearly as well as we had. They each had lost several of their healers, and the ones who remained were overwhelmed with the remaining injured.

Leaving the messengers with Riktal at the bonfire, I visit the healer’s tent to meet with our head healer - my mother, Ayla. She has been our head healer since I was a child, even before my father was chief. She may not be gifted with magic, but I have yet to meet someone more gifted in creating healing potions and poultices. Sometimes I think she may hold more of the tribe’s respect than I do.

I explained the situation and asked after our own people. Thankfully, most of those injured in the attack are already healed, with only two of the more seriously injured warriors under observation to ensure things are healing properly. We count four magical healers among our ranks, and knowing that and with the amount of injuries the other camps were dealing with, my mother and I came to the decision to send them to where they are needed.

Not having our healers will make us vulnerable, but my mother’s assurances helped my feelings of unease about the situation. We have a duty to our fellow tribesmen. While one of the two camps is almost a three day journey, the other is much closer, so I expect at least half of them to return in a few days' time. We will need to be especially cautious and vigilant until then.

After gathering the four healers and explaining the situation, they and my mother followed me back to the bonfire. When we arrived, I noticed that Riktal standing near Vakesh and some of the other Ragebloods who had been put to work doing the same thing. There was a tension there, Vakesh and his brethren glaring up at Riktal, while the messengers looked on awkwardly. Seeing me return, Riktal rejoined us, but Vakesh’s glare only moved from him to me.

After determining who had the greatest need, we split the healers between the two messengers. By the time they left, it was late, and I was only alerted to the hour by my stomach: lunch had long since passed. And if I was hungry, I knew Vakesh had to be as well, and seeing as I have no desire to be unnecessarily cruel, I attempted to feed him.

Which was apparently a mistake.

“Have you finished with everything?” I asked as I looked over his work.

“Hours ago,” he replied, now refusing to meet my gaze.

“These look good,” I continued, kneeling down to pick up my sword, which shone brightly in light of the fire.

Vakesh said nothing, only continued to stare at the ground. I know that we are enemies, but I was still surprised that his mood is so different from earlier. I would not say we were friends or even getting along, but seemed to be at peace with our situation. Is he that upset over missing a meal? Perhaps an afternoon with his fellow Ragebloods relit the fire of his hatred for me.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, for some reason.

“As though you suddenly care?” He finally looked at me, only to roll his eyes.

“You are right, I do not need to care,” I spit back angrily.

“And I do not need anything from you!” The rage I saw earlier was back in full force.

“Then you can enjoy skipping dinner as well!” I shouted back before angrily stomping away.

I returned later with a heaping portion of roasted fish, and my now-dried laundry over my shoulder. I made him sit and watch as the rest of us ate while he folded my clothing, before sending him to bed hungry. I am honestly not even sure why I care! That is what I get for trying to be nice.

Terraday,  Leus 17th, 4623

Another day, which of course means more training.

The morning started much the same as yesterday, with my usual early morning exercise routine. His stomach was growling loudly throughout, and I could see the relief on his face when I finally brought him to the kitchen tents and got our breakfasts. However, instead of doing laundry after we were finished, it was time for one of the tribe’s training drills.

Despite being fed, Vakesh was still not speaking to me after the words we shared yesterday, at least not directly. That was fine, it was not as though I had any intention of letting him join us in training. Instead, I had him kneeling off to the side of the training yard, where I could see him while I joined the other Proudhunter warriors in the line up.

For the next hour, Riktal put us through our paces, running us through form after form. The lot of us were a sweaty, exhausted mess by the end. It was marvelous. After a small break and a quick dip in the river to rinse off, it was time to get right back to work. The tribe’s venison stores were low, so it was time to do some hunting to restock them, something I still like to see to personally if I can.

“I want to go with you,” Vakesh finally spoke to me, after seeing me, Riktal, and our friends Lodik and Tress who would be joining us.

“You think we would trust you to hold a weapon, let alone hunt for us?” I asked incredulously.

“You should, I am a good hunter,” he responded without missing a beat.

“You hear that? The Rageblood wants to hunt for us,” Riktal mocked loudly to the others. “Already so tame? You must have a magical cock, Khazak.”

All three of my friends began to laugh at Vakesh, and even I could not help but smirk. Vakesh said nothing however, still looking at me as if he expected an actual answer. Truthfully, as someone who has been on the other side of his weapons, I had no doubt that Vakesh is a skilled hunter. However, I also had no intention of letting him know that.

“I think not,” I say as the other’s laughter dies down. “Come with me.”

Following me away from the others, I brought Vakesh to the healers tent, and my mother. Even though we are (thankfully) not facing any sort of crisis at the moment, I was sure she would be able to find some work for Vakesh. After looking him over, she agreed, keeping him busy while I am out hunting.

With that taken care of, I rejoined the others. Four of us hunting at once is hardly an effective use of our skills, so we split into groups of two, myself with Lodik and Riktal with Tress. We headed off in different directions from camp, each group looking to cover different ground.

The hunt took several hours, a bit longer than I initially expected, but it was nonetheless successful. Lodik and I managed to take down both buck and a dor, and I see Riktal and Tress brought in their own large buck when we returned to camp. We congratulated each other before bringing the meat to the kitchen tents for cleaning and butchering. Then I retrieved Vakesh from my mother.

“I like this one,” she commended when handing him back over. “He is clever. Showed me a way to dilute sleeping weed without losing any of its potency.”

“Really?” I asked her, surprised. We use sleeping weed as an anesthetic, used whenever dealing with more serious injuries, so keeping it on hand is important.

Thinking on that, I brought Vakesh with me back to the kitchen tent. For some reason, perhaps because of my mother’s words, I decided to give Vakesh a chance to prove himself. Not with hunting or anything that would involve a weapon - with cooking.

“You say you are a good hunter, but how skilled are you at cleaning your kills?” I asked, gesturing to the three deer hanging from the branches above as they were drained of their blood.

“What kind of hunter cannot clean his kills?” he replied, offended.

“Let’s see how you do then.” I nod towards the camp's chefs, already stoking the fires for dinner. “Help them prepare dinner.”

I sat back, watching as Vakesh began working next to the cooks. After they were finished being drained, each of the deer were cut down and brought to a set of long wooden tables, where they are skinned. As I thought, Vakesh seemed to know exactly what to do with his knife, quickly and confidently slicing into the carcass. I was torn between being impressed and concerned for my own safety.

No loose knives in the tent, that is for certain.

“There is something wrong with his one,” Vakesh announced loudly after cutting into the buck Riktal downed.

“Are you saying there is something wrong with my kill?” Riktal challenged.

“Yes,” Vakesh answered, looking him straight in the eye.

Shoving Vakesh to the side, Riktal brought his face close to the carcass and made a  big show of inhaling through his nose. “It smells fine.”

“It is not the smell.” Vakesh moved around Riktal and gestured to the buck’s hind leg. “Here, see? The animal was likely sick.”

Ignoring Riktal’s eyeroll, I pushed myself between the two of them to see for myself. Looking at the area Vakesh pointed to, I could indeed see that the muscle was full of small, dark spots. Blood clots, most likely, and while they could just be the result of a simple injury, it is not worth the risk.

“He is right,” I somewhat reluctantly said to the people assembled.

“You are taking his word over mine?” Riktal asked, as if I had personally slandered him.

“It is not worth risking the tribe’s health,” I answered calmly before turning to Ermac, the camp’s head cook. “We will have to destroy it.”

“I will take care of it,” Riktal told us with an unhappy sigh, motioning for Tress to to help.

“You have a good eye,” I commend Vakesh as the two drag away the unusable carcass. “I must admit, I am surprised you said anything, instead of just letting us eat the spoiled meat.”

“You are already insufferable,” Vakesh responded with crossed arms. “I have no desire to see what you are like when you are sick.”

“Of course.” I did not bother hiding my amusement at the reasoning.

Thankfully, the remaining kills are still more than enough for dinner tonight. Ermac has already decided on a venison stew, a simple and very common choice for the camp. We will simply need to do more hunting tomorrow. Pleased with the day’s efforts, I made sure Vakesh and the other Ragebloods ate well tonight. Surprised yet again, Riktal approached me himself to ensure they were all fed. See? I can be kind!

Finished with dinner, I returned to my tent with Vakesh. After all of the tension that built up yesterday, things felt calmer between us. I even felt the urge to ask him about how his day was - not that I did. We stood there, silently staring at each other, before his eyes drifted to my cot, and then back to me. Was he trying to...?

“Strip” I ordered, testing the waters.

He looked at me again, a blank expression on his face, and for a moment I thought I was wrong, and he was going to challenge me. And if he had, I would have left it at that. As fun as it might be here and there, I have no desire to wrestle my partner into submission everytime I want to have sex.

But then he began to pull off his clothing, and I followed suit.

Still watching him, I laid back on my bed cot and spread my naked legs. When he was done, I motioned for him to come toward me, his eyes moving from my face to my cock. Perhaps subconsciously, he licked his lips as he kneeled between my thighs.

I cannot say that oral service was what I expected him to provide, but I did not stop him. I certainly would not have trusted him earlier not to bite my cock off. But as he knelt there and took me in his mouth, I could not hold back the moan I let out.

He got to work fast, quickly swallowing more than half my length, and I realized then that there was absolutely no chance that this was his first time doing this. Rather than getting rough and taking control of the situation, I decided to lay back and allow him to show me just how skilled he was. Between his talent, his feelings towards me, and the apparent (if not reluctant to show) love of the act, it might have been the best blowjob I have ever received.

He managed to take me entirely to the base on his next attempt, before pulling off and repeating the motion over and over, never missing a beat. His mouth felt hot, and tight, and it was all I could do not to hump up against him and chase his lips. He looked up then and we locked eyes, a hint of cockyness behind his gaze, one that I cannot claim is undeserved.

I realized very quickly that I would not be doing much more tonight than this - which was perhaps Vakesh’s intention, now that I am writing it out. One of his hands came up to cup my sack as he drove his lips up and down my shaft, lightly stroking my testicles with his thumb and fingers. I do not think we had been at it for more than five minutes when I felt them draw up tightly, right before I came.

I did try and blurt out a cut off warning when my cumshot was imminent, and Vakesh surprised me yet again by not pulling away. He pulled back just enough for me to spill into his mouth without choking him. After he was sure I was finished, he pulled back, swallowing it all before finally releasing me.

“Was there anything else?” he questioned gruffly as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

His tone, so different from the small amount of enjoyment I saw behind his eyes, confused me. I looked at the obvious half-hard erection in his pants, and then back to his face before answering. “I...no. That was good.”

“Wonderful. Good night,” was all he said, already climbing onto his own cot and turning away.

I felt unsettled, unsure what to say or how to respond. Instead, as I stared at the back of Vakesh’s head, I could not help but wonder what else I was feeling. Which is why I am writing in you now, I suppose. Goodnight.

End of Fall & Shameless Con Aftermath

Hello all you wonderful readers! I’m sad to see Orctober in the rearview mirror, but I am looking forward to the oncoming turkey-fests. It’s been a busy month! I got back the Arenas & Monsters manuscript from my editor, and have been going through to put the final touches on everything. I am so pleased with all the positive feedback I’ve gotten, and so, so happy with the way this book turned out. I cannot wait for you to read it! The first two chapters will be available for everyone come December, and preorders not long after that!

If you’ve been following me on social media, then you’ll have seen some of the pictures of me at Shameless Book Con this past weekend. It was a lot of fun getting to meet all the other authors, and I signed so many books (and other things) for people! If you didn’t make it out to this one, stay tuned, because I’m hoping to visit a whole lot more conventions in the coming year. You might also have noticed that in the pictures I was wearing a shirt featuring art of Khazak and David! That’s right - we’ve got merch! I’m still doing a few “test runs,” but I’d love to hear what other kinds of stuff you all would be interested in seeing. Stickers, bookmarks, specific shirt designs - Let me know!

Finally, if you remember a few months back, I made an appearance on the Drinking With Authors podcast. Well, it turns out that now there is video of the whole thing! So if you wanna see what I look like when getting drunk and talking about book shit, go check it out on their YouTube channel! And you can expect to hear me on even more podcasts in the coming year! Hell, if you have one yourself, book me! I’d love to make an appearance.

I’ve got lots of hard work to get through before release date, and work on my next novel has already begun - I will see you all in the wintertime!

This Month on Patreon

November’s Patreon offerings:

• 11/14: The second chapter of The Journal of Khazak Uzi’lag - now that Khazak has captured his new pet, it’s time to start breaking him in 😈
• 11/21: Holidays in Terra: The Hunter's Moon - Learn about the spooky way the orcs in V'rok'sh Tah'lj celebrate the end of autumn.
• 11/28: Daddy D, Part 5 - The holidays are over, but we still need a place to screw! Lucky, there’s this nice dark park in between both our places...

Worldbuilding Articles for November and December

Only one poll this week, as I've got some plans/changes coming to the Little Black Book posts in the coming months - something I think you will all be really happy with.

I am always intersted in finding out what you all want to hear mroe about, so if you've got any questions or ideas for future worldbuilding articles, leave them in the comments below!

Dom's Little Black Book - Trash Panda

It was six in the morning on a Saturday, and I was lying awake in bed with my stables bare. And by that I mean that none of my regular boys were available. The list had gotten shorter recently, some falling into relationships and others just proving to be unreliable enough that I did not keep in touch. So I found myself as I often did when I couldn’t sleep, laying in bed with a hard-on, searching for a boy to take care of it.

Given the hour, ,the efforts of my searches are usually fruitless, leaving me to take care of myself before moving on with my day. But it would seem luck was with me today - a cute boy on Scruff sent me a woof. He was local, awake, and into all the right things - namely being a cumdump sub bottom. We started chatting, quickly exchanged pics, and before I knew it I was out the door and on my way to his place.

You can tell how horned up I was seeing as I was willing to go to him instead of making him come to me. It had been a few weeks since my last really good fuck. I don’t just mean decent sex, I mean the kind that goes on for at least an hour and leaves you a sweaty and sore mess by the time you’re done. The kind where you spend the rest of the day feeling really really good, just fucked out and totally sated. That’s what I wanted.

I arrived at his place just after 6:30. The sky was still dark and the roads were mostly empty. After texting him that I was there, he had me meet him at the back door to the house, around the garage. After he let me in, he beckoned me immediately into his bedroom, which was right next to the door. I would learn later that he lived with a number of straight roommates. Gotta love a slutty boy who sneaks his dick appointments in and out of the house.

We didn’t get too deep into the small talk before I started stripping myself down. He followed suit, only wearing a pair of shorts over a bright red jock. I very quickly grabbed him and pulled him into me, going for a kiss while my hand snaked around to grab and smack his ass. He was a good kisser, and moaned into my mouth when my fingers began seeking out his hole.

He was a cute bear cub, really more of an otter, fuzzy all over, with a good sized brown beard with a hint of ginger in it. There was a punk feel to him, pierced and covered in tattoos, and he had these dark circles around his eyes, though in the lack-of-light, I couldn’t tell if it was leftover makeup or just tiredness. His personality had that little tinge of femme to it, and you could tell from his attitude that he didn't care how bad something might be for him - if he wanted to do it, he was going to fucking do it. Band posters lined his walls, and I remembered his reason for being awake at this hour - he had never gone to bed. He was at a concert the previous night and was still too wired to sleep. He needed some dick.

I moved us to the bed, pulling one of his legs over my thigh. My hand returned my hand to his hole, rubbing and teasing him while I continued to kiss him long and deep. Good boy that he was, he took everything I gave him, which only pushed me to get rougher. I started biting at his lips and forcing my tongue into his mouth. I gave his ass a few heavy smacks, reveling in the way he shuddered against me after each blow.

After I’d had my fill of his lips, I was ready to move mine elsewhere - his ass. I pulled away and grabbed his thigh, rolling him onto his stomach. I spanked and squeezed his ass as I slid down his back, lowering myself off the edge of the bed until his butt was at eye level.

I lowered my face, biting into a cheek and worrying the flesh with my teeth. I released it from my mouth only to grab and knead it with my hands, spreading him wide. I was pleased to see that his furry ass has an equally furry hole. Tight looking, but far from virginal; a trashy hole on a trashy boy. I licked a long stripe up from his taint to the top of his ass, making sure he felt every movement over his hole.

He started moaning above me, his head turned to the side as he clutched onto his bedsheets. I grabbed my bottle of poppers - I love using them when I eat ass - and took a hit. Licking my lips, I dove face first into his ass as the low thump of the music he had playing poured out of the speakers, drowning out any of our noise before it could leave the room. My Trash Panda, as I’ve come to name him, continued to moan and groan as my tongue worked its way deeper.

I kept my hands on his ass, holding him open, as I drove my tongue in and out of his hole. I got his hole as wet as I could before pulling back and blowing air over it, making him shudder. I nibbled, licked, and spat on it. I was making it my duty to give him the tongue fucking of his life.

I could feel his hole relax around my tongue and knew I was ready to move on. I - very reluctantly - tore myself away from his ass. Flipping him over once more, I lifted and pushed back his legs as I leaned over for a kiss. Briefly grabbing the lube from his nightstand and squeezing out some for my dick, I slicked up and rested my cockhead against his hole.

I kissed him deeply as I pushed my hips forward and my cockhead breached the first ring of muscle in his ass. He moaned into my mouth, and in response I drove my tongue deeper into his. His body was nearly bent in half, covered by my own, with inch after inch of my cock pushing deeper into his ass. I wanted this boy to feel possessed.

As I felt my crotch resting against his ass, I could hear him whimpering as my full girth stretched him out. I continued kissing him as I pulled my hips back, taking a few inches of my cock with it. The boy could only groan as my cock was resheathed.

I started to steadily snap my hips against him, all while still devouring his mouth. Our beards scratched against each other as I came up for air. Looking down, I watched the expressions on my boy’s face as my dick pounds in and out of him. Then I noticed that he was grinding his teeth.

“Are you rolling right now?” I asked, familiar with the signs of MDMA.

“Uh...yeah….sorry. Is that a problem?” he asked sheepishly.

“Only because you didn’t tell me so we could have done it together,” I practically growled before capturing his mouth again. Fucking hell, knowing he was fucked up on ecstasy, after a night of partying...like I said, I love a trashy boy.

I continued to fuck and kiss the boy for just a little longer, before I pulled out and set his legs down. I only let him catch his breath for a moment before flipping him back onto his stomach. I quickly pulled up his hips and lined my cock back up with his hole and dove back in.

The boy went back to clutching onto his bed, the only way he could hold himself steady as I furiously pounded into him from behind. I couldn’t hear the music over the sounds coming from his throat and the slap of my skin on his. I gripped his hips tightly as I fucked in and out, the bright red jockstrap matching the flush of skin on his back. I could feel as my orgasm approached and I started to lose my rhythm, almost knocking him over as I tried to slam my cock even deeper than before.

I practically climbed over the boy as I began to unload, the only thing preventing me was my cock lodged firmly within him. I ground against him with each blast of cum, my cock pulsing and stretching him more. I finally collapsed on his back, the two of us laying in a puddle of our own sweat. I rolled us onto our sides, and held him close as we caught our breath.

After extracting myself, I used his bathroom to clean up. As I sat down and began to get redressed, the boy and I chatted, making some of the small talk we skipped out on earlier. We made plans to get together again, and with a kiss and a grope, I made my way outside and back to my car.

I had no idea I’d be seeing him again only twelve hours later.

It was later that night, just after leaving dinner with my sister, that I started to feel a familiar stirring in my groin. The words the Trash Panda shared about getting together again stuck with me, and I shot him a text. As luck would have it, his roommates - all straight (tragic, I know) - were throwing a party that night, and he was still too tired to really enjoy himself. He would much rather spend the evening in his room taking more of my cock.

I headed straight to his place before he even had a chance to tell me more. My cock was already half-hard in my shorts by the time I pulled up. This time, there were a number of cars parked outside his place, and I could see small groups of people entering through the front door. I parked and headed for the back door, where he met me to once again usher me in quickly to his bedroom.

The party was in full swing, the music barely drowning out the sounds of people talking and drinking. The boy walked over to his stereo to turn the volume up, though I wasn’t terribly concerned that people might be able to hear us. Honestly, I kind of wanted them to.

We wasted no time stripping down and getting on the bed together, kissing. I immediately sought out his hole with my fingers, his jock once again providing easy access. I pressed against it firmly, rubbing gently, and was rewarded with a familiar moan. I continued to tease and work my fingers against his hole as the party roared around us.

Hungry for more than just his mouth, I tore myself away from him and, bottle of poppers in hand, moved my way down the bed to his ass. Finding a good position, I took a hit of poppers and spread his cheeks, once again locking eyes with his tight, furry hole. I moved in for the kill, steadily inserting my tongue into his hole as deep as it could go.

He’d been fucked and bred by someone else since then, so I appreciated that he showered to give me a clean canvas to work with. But knowing that he had still needed more dick and cum after I bred him deeply this morning? I growled as I fucked his ass with my tongue, squeezing and kneading his ass in my hands. I could only just make out his moans over the sounds of the party. I lazily dragged my tongue over his hole, licking up and down his crack. I pulled back for a moment, wanting to tak-

Suddenly, the door handle jiggled. Thankfully it was locked, but still! I lifted my head up fully and gave the door an offended look, before turning to look at my boy questioningly.

“Go away,” he growled at the door, annoyed that he even had to lift his head from the pillow.

“Oh, sorry. I was wondering why-”

“Nope!” he cut the voice on the other side of the door off. “GO AWAY.”

That seemed to do the trick, and we were once again (relatively) alone. After a quick laugh, his head hit the pillow with a flop, I took another hit of poppers, and we picked up where we had left off. I pistoned my tongue in and out of his hole, increasing the speed as I went. A prelude to what I was about to do to his ass.

Pulling back and kneeling up, I flipped the boy onto his back. I wiped the spit from my face and beard and used it to slick my cock, running my hand up and down the length. Then I gripped both of his legs and lifted, moving to kneel between them. Eyeing his body hungrily,I aimed my cock towards his wet and open hole, and pushed forward.

As my head slipped past his entrance, I let my body weight carry me down, taking his legs with me. I bent him in two, pushing my cock further into his ass, and captured his mouth with my own. As I probed his mouth, his tongue gave way to mine. I held my hips against his, flexing my cock while it was rooted to the hilt.

He moaned into my mouth, and I continued to kiss him deeply as I pulled back. I slowly rotated my hips, smoothly sliding my cock in and out of his hole. I held him close as we fucked, never letting his mouth leave mine for long. The music and the party around us began to slowly bleed into the background.

After enough of this, the boy asked me if we could switch positions - his legs were getting a little sore from being bent the way they were. I was happy to oblige. I eased myself out of his ass, allowing my Trash Panda to flip onto his stomach. I quickly found his hole and resumed pounding.

We continued on like that for a while, our fucking getting faster and faster. We had worked ourselves into quite a sweat and the sheets around us were soaked, so we decided to take a break. I pulled out and sprawled on the bed next to him as I caught my breath.

“Wanna watch some porn?” he suggested with a horny look.

“Sure. I love porn.” Because duh. Hell, I should be filming this.

He reached over to his laptop and put on a video he had downloaded, and I laughed at the ridiculously complicated method he used to hide his porn folder. We cuddled a bit as we watched, with me slowly grinding my crotch against his ass. After a few minutes I grabbed his head and directed him downward. He flipped himself over as he took my cock into his mouth, swallowing it to the base without hesitation.

I kept my hand in his hair as he bobbed up and down on my dick. My attention was split between the porn on the screen next to me and the sight of my dick disappearing down his throat. Every so often I would thrust my hips upward, meeting him halfway as my cock got to know his tonsils. Naturally, with my body rested and my cock once again rock hard, I was once again ready to fuck.

“Doggy,” I told him with a tug on his hair, making him cease his oral ministrations.

I slid off the bed to allow him to position himself, climbing up behind him a moment later. My cock still wet from his mouth and his hole still sloppy, I dove back in, dick first. I didn’t start furiously flailing my hips right away, opting to take my time and let things build. I listened as each pass of my length over his prostate caused another moan to erupt from my boy. I spanked his ass, watching the flesh jig-

*knock knock knock*

“Hey! What are you doing in there?!” some dumb bitch asked loudly.

I swear to god if another drunk chucklefuck interrupts me one more goddamn time I-

“I’M GETTING FUCKED,” my Trash Panda roared at the door.

Fuck. I think that just made my dick twitch.

“...Oh…” was the response. I didn’t wait for the interloper to move from the door, I just got back to fucking.

I was incensed. I gripped him by the hips firmly and began to steadily fuck half my length in and out of his hole. Each time my thighs met his, his furry ass would ripple. I drove my hips faster and harder, mesmerized. Before long I was towering over him, the strength of my thrusts forcing him downward, his hips spreading even wider as I pushed him further into the mattress.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I announced to him as much as I did to the rest of the room. I fucking hope someone was listening.

I instinctually continued to fuck into my boy’s hole as I shot, each successive thrust more erratic than the last. I finally could no longer balance myself and collapsed on top of him, instincts still driving me to grind into his ass. When I was finally done breeding him, I held myself there for a few moments longer, savoring the warmth.

With a final nuzzle to the neck, I reluctantly released my raccoon boy to clean myself again in his bathroom. When I emerged, he was already getting dressed. He would walk me to the door, quickly letting me out, and then join the festivities. I’m not sure if he was hoping everyone was still none the wiser, nor did I care. I kissed him before we left the bedroom, saying goodbye to him, and smirking at the two college boys chatting in the garage on my way out.

I guess I should go to more straight parties.

Deep Dive: Arcane Magic

Spellcasters in long flowing robes, mages blasting fireballs from their fingertips, and sorcerers weaving elaborate illusions; these are just a few of the images the mind conjures when you think of magic and spellcasting. They are also perfect examples of arcane magic in action.

Arcane magic is often thought of as the “traditional” form of spellcasting. While this is far from accurate, the ability to wield arcane magic does occur more frequently than other types of magic, with experts estimating the existence of three times as many arcane casters than the other types combined - natural, divine, and creative. It is also the type with the single largest body of magical research, with many schools and universities dedicated to its study.

The precise origins of this type of spellcasting are a mystery, though there does seem to be a genetic component; the children of arcane spellcasters are more likely to be arcane spellcasters themselves. Like other types of magic, young arcane casters will often be given some form of basic training in order to control their powers. Because of the frequency in which this ability occurs, many primary or secondary schools have begun to include a basic spellcasting course in the curricula for their magically-inclined students.

Arcane spellcasters have the ability to perceive and interact with the energies of the astral plane. Similar to other types of magic, controlling and manipulating this energy is what forms the basis of their spellcasting. Many describe it as being similar to solving a physics or chemistry equation in their heads. While other types of magic are more limited in scope, such as being limited to nature or the human body, arcane casting allows for more versatility.

Common features of arcane spells involve illusions, invisible forces, and the elements. That means that regardless of title, most arcane casters are capable of things like glamouring the face and body, creating fire or electricity, and basic displays of telekinesis. A common spell used by combat-casters is the arcane bolt, also known as a magic missile - a concentration of pure magical energy that can cause devastating damage to its targets. That is not to say that arcane casters are jacks-of-all-trades; healing magic, in particular, falls far outside the range of their capabilities.

The most common moniker used to refer to an untrained arcane spellcaster is magician. This is often shortened to simply mage, but that term is more commonly used to refer to spellcasters as a whole. The title chosen by most of the casters who do seek out formal training is wizard, though some of the more eccentric casters are not above inventing new things to call themselves. In addition to wizards, there are several other types of arcane casters, with titles based on a chosen specialization or innate natural talents.

Sorcerers are spellcasters with a more innate connection to magic and the astral plane than your average spellcaster. Their magical abilities will often present very early in life, and it becomes almost second nature for them to sense when the presence of magic is nearby. Some make the claim that they find certain aspects of spellcasting to be easier as well, though this seems to apply primarily to things like altering a spell’s attributes and modifiers - things like color, size, and other flourishes.

The word enchanter could be applied to any arcane caster that makes a career out of casting enchantment spells, but is most often used to refer to individuals gifted with an innate enchanting ability. Most enchantment spells have a given shelf life, one that can be very short without a battery or other external energy source. Naturally gifted enchanters, however, are able to connect their spells directly to the energies of the astral plane, with some able to remove any time limits whatsoever. Truly powerful enchanters are rumored to be able to imbue objects with the living spirits of the astral plane itself.

Finally, summoners, as the name would suggest, are spellcasters that specialize in summoning and controlling magical creatures. These are not your average magical beast, but are instead beings that call dimensions other than our corporeal plane home. The most common type of creature to be summoned are elementals, entities of raw primordial power based on one of the classical elements, but more powerful summoners can conjure demons, celestials, and even fey. While this is once again an ability that all arcane casters are technically capable of, there are some that possess a natural gift for it, for whom communicating across the astral plane is second nature.

The Journal of Khazak Uzi'lag, Chapter 1

Solisday,  Leus 14th, 4623

I always feel as though I am supposed to write something profound when I start writing in a new journal, but I have never been very skilled with pretty words. It has been a long day, one that began with the loss of my previous journal. It happened earlier today, during a hunt with Riktal, my best friend and second-in-command.

We had tracked a buck through the forest in the early morning, eager to bring it back to the camp in time for breakfast. Its trail wound in and out of the trees until it led us across a small river. Riktal jumped across, and when I attempted to follow, the toe of my boot caught on a large tree root and instead I fell in. I lost about half the contents of my pack to the waters, including my old journal.

Calbrath has told me that losing it and having to start a new one is a sign, one that says that change is on the horizon. I am not sure how much I believe the shaman’s words, but he has not steered us wrong yet, so it may be something to think about. I am largely just annoyed to lose all the writing I had filled the previous journal with.

Still, a new journal often feels like a new friend, so forgive me if my explanations seem long-winded. I like to record my thoughts, write them out so I can read them back later with fresh eyes. When you are charged with leading an entire tribe of orcs, you take your wisdom everywhere you can get it - including from yourself.

It has been three years since my father’s passing, when the mantle of Tribal Chief was pissed down to me. The man was a great leader, the Proudhunter Clan thriving under his rule, and I have done my best to continue that legacy. For almost ten years now, our hunts have been plentiful, our territory has expanded, and new babies are born every month.

Not content to simply follow in my father’s footsteps, I have sought to broker long-lasting peace between us and the other orc tribes living in the Durgash Forest. For the past two years, we have maintained trading relations with the Swiftrunner tribe, and just last year members of the Firesoul tribe began reaching out to our shaman’s for medical assistance when a number of their women began to experience difficult childbirths. Next week, I am due to meet with a representative from the Woodspirit tribe to discuss

Of course, not everyone is as eager to work together for the betterment of our people. The Ragebloods in particular have been a thorn in my side for some time now. Every time our borders have expanded, they have been on the other side, gnashing their teeth in anger. They have shot down every attempt at a peaceful discussion between our tribes. At least once a month, a battle will break out between two hunting parties that just happened to cross paths.

No longer content with these minor skirmishes in the forest, the Ragebloods have begun to attack our camps directly. At first we were taken by surprise, but have begun to anticipate them via information gathered by either our spies or allies. Even now, we are expecting an attack any day--

Lunaday,  Leus 15th, 4623

I apologize for the abrupt end to my previous entry. It would seem I am something of a psychic - just as I was detailing the anticipated attack, the Ragebloods struck. There were over a dozen of them, dressed in their familiar black armor. With the element of surprise, they managed to slay a few of my men before the alarm was raised. But as soon as the call for help was heard, the Proudhunters grabbed their weapons and began to fight back.

What followed was quick and bloody. Even with their numbers, they were vastly outmanned, and it did not take long to turn the battle in our favor. At first I was not even sure what they were hoping to accomplish with the attack, at least until two of the attackers locked eyes with me - and then dropped everything to charge at me. It was me - I was their target.

Though they stood no chance against the full might of our tribe, taking me out would cause enough instability for the Ragebloods to launch an even larger attack - or at least that is what I surmised, our attackers not exactly forthcoming during our fight. While I was able to deflect the blows of my two initial attackers, the others began to turn on me as well, dropping everything to target me.

Thankfully my tribe was there to defend me. With the Ragebloods distracted by my appearance, my own men were able to put each of them down, slaying about half of them while capturing the rest. I took the last one down myself, his frame more slight than his companions, his dark brown eyes glaring up at me in anger as I pressed him to the dirt with my boot. The damage done to our camp was minimal, but we still lost a few members of the tribe.

I would later learn that this orc was the leader of this small warband, though not much else. He only glared in response to any of our questions. It was only after we placed him and his companions in irons that he finally spoke - to challenge us to a glorcha for their freedom. Riktal laughed right in his face, but our tribe follows the same traditions regarding prisoners of war as the others. If they want to risk facing the consequences that come with losing that battle, I am more than happy to grant his request, and as the one who personally captured the small spitfire, I will be the opponent he faces - and the one to reap the rewards of his choice once he fails. I am already looking forward to tomorrow's fights.

Ignisday,  Leus 16th, 4623

Good evening, journal. It has been a long, exhausting, and overall satisfying day. Though I cannot help but have some mixed feelings regarding how it ended.

There was no breakfast this morning. As is tradition, the tribe fasted through the meal as a sign of respect to the Proudhutners who fell yesterday. Instead, a small funeral was held, Shaman Calbrath performing their last rights as their graves were covered. I prayed to the Sky-Father for his guidance into the afterlife, where they will be blessed with many hunts in the Eternal Forest.

Following the gloomy morning affair, we worked to make repairs to the camp after yesterday’s attack. There was not much damage, mainly a few snapped tent poles and some torn leather panels, which were easy enough to replace. But it was still enough to  raise my hackles and have me grumbling to myself as the evening’s glorcha battles drew closer.

Glorcha is a tradition that dates back further than any of the six tribes can remember, steeped in strength and subjugation. As our prisoners, the Ragebloods would have been used for hard labor, but otherwise fed, given shelter, and left alone. But by challenging us, their captors, to a glorcha, they risk not only all of that, but their pride and honor as well.

If they were to win, they would be free to leave, without any fear of reprisal as they return to their own tribe. But if they should lose? Then they would become ours, to use and do with however we pleased. And after that happens, these battles all tend to end the same way.

So let me tell you how mine went.

We waited until the evening, after dark, so that the tribe’s children could be put to bed and those with gentler dispositions would not be forced to witness the proceedings. Those of us participating moved to our camp’s fighting ring, including our prisoners. Those of us fighting had not yet had dinner, though there would be plenty for us to eat after the battles ended. In more ways than one.

There were no weapons to be used, as is tradition for a glorcha, only fists and your own strength. I knew it would not be much of a challenge. We already had an advantage: we may have skipped dinner, but the Ragebloods had not eaten since before their capture, and I doubt they were well-rested either.

And so the battles began. As Chief, I would be going last, and so one by one, I watched as the captured Ragebloods fought their Proudhunter captors. And one by one, the Ragebloods fell. Some lasted longer than others, but once my tribesmen were able to pin them to the ground, it was over. Immediately after their defeat, the losers are removed from the battlefield by their new owners, who are no doubt eager to begin some of the after-battle activities.

From across the ring, I watched my future opponent as he witnessed each of his companions fail. When he met my eyes, I could not help but smirk, but I will say this: if he was at all feeling nervous, he did not show it. So steeled my gaze and bided my time.

Finally, it was our turn. After his irons were removed, we both entered the ring. All around us, my men start to cheer me, and jeer him. With all of his men currently occupied and humiliated, I finally saw his confidence falter for the first time.

We slowly circled, our focus drowning out everything but one another. He struck first, aiming for a blow to my stomach, but I managed to dodge back in time. However, I did not see the second punch coming right at my jaw, pain blossoming across my face. Shaking it off, I grabbed him by the arm and threw him across our small arena.

He was back up quickly and charged at me again, this time with his shoulder. He connected with my chest and succeeded in knocking me back, but not over. He appeared to weigh maybe two-thirds of my own weight, and he would need much more leverage than that to topple me over.

Seeing as he was so intent on grappling me, I grappled him next in return. Struggling in my grip, I threw him to the ground before quickly pouncing onto his prone body. We wrestled like that until I was able to flip him onto his stomach. Then, after climbing over him, I twisted one of his arms behind his back. Grabbing him roughly by the hair with my free hand, I slammed his face down into the ground before pulling it back up.

“Do you yield?” I asked him angrily.

“Fuck you,” he spit back.

So I slammed his face into the dirt again.

“Do you yield?” I ask again, my grip on his hair getting even tighter.

The response I received that time was silence. For a moment, I expected him to continue fighting me, to try and buck me off his back, but instead I felt his body sag beneath me. As if the fight had physically drained out of him.

Taking advantage of his surrender, I quickly flipped him onto his back. When he bares his neck in submission instead of kicking up at me, I was surprised again. The hatred in his eyes was evident, but there was something else there, too.

Suddenly, a whistle on my right distracted me: Riktal. He held up a small knife with a devilish grin, throwing it blade first into the dirt at my side. From the look he and the others were giving me, it seemed like they were expecting a show. One I was happy to provide.

Pulling the knife from the ground, I started to cut off my captive’s clothing, all while he glared up at me in silent rage. It was at this point that I realized I had not yet learned my soon-to-be slave’s name, something I would have to remember to ask for later. At the moment, I had other things on my mind.

Once he was naked (or at least as naked as I needed to be), I kneeled up over him.

“On all fours,” I ordered. “I am sure you know the position.”

Forcing him to move into place on his own was yet another humiliation tactic, but rather than show any embarrassment, he started to move with a surprising amount of grace. The only indication of his true feelings was the glare he still wore, making sure to throw at me over his shoulder. We locked eyes, and again I get the feeling that there is something else there, beyond his anger, some sort of connection, but I am not sure what it means.

Something lightly struck my left thigh, pulling me back to the task at hand. I looked down to see a small and familiar looking leather pouch, one I knew to be filled with a slick, white-colroed cream that we frequently use as lubricant. Opening the ties on top, I scoop some out onto my fingers, grinning at Riktal knowingly.

I used some of the cream to slick up my cock, and then applied the rest to his hole. He seemed surprised by the preparation, no doubt expecting something much rougher and larger than my fingers entering him. Truth be told, I was not trying to be gentle, even attempting to be a little rougher than necessary with my hands to give my men a show, but I am not a complete monster. This would not be enjoyable even for me if I was to take him dry.

Satisfied with my preparation, I shuffled forwards, taking the thick green rump before me in my hands and squeezing the flesh. I pried his cheeks apart to see the dark layer of hair that lined his crack, his hole slick, dark, and furled at the center.

As the head of my cock pressed against his hole, he was finally forced to look away as a blush crawling up his cheeks. He steeled himself as I pushed my inside, staring forward into the dark forest and ignoring the catcalls of my tribesmen. I groaned, enjoying the tight heat of his ass squeezing me as I bottomed out. Not even giving him a moment to adjust, I pulled back almost entirely before slamming back in and making him gasp.

I started to roughly pound away at him, enjoying the way this seemed to throw him off balance. Feeling a surge of cockiness, I smacked his ass roughly, making him cry out in surprise. He immediately tried to return to his silent stoicism, but the damage is done, my men all whooping at the sounds I’ve forced from his mouth

Having power like this can lead to a vicious cycle. The harder I fucked my captive, the less he was able to disguise his humilaition over the act, which only pushed me to want to fuck him even harder. He was soon unable to prevent further noises of pleasure falling from his mouth, and more than that, I could feel that he had begun to enjoy his subjugation, no doubt to his chagrin. Perhaps it was subconscious, but his hips began moving back to meet any thrusts, and I could feel a familiar fluttering start in his hole.

Just to make sure, I reached under him to feel his cock, finding it half hard and leaking. Letting out a bellow of victory, I continued my steady pace of thrusting, continuing to build pressure in my partner’s lower half. When the dry orgasm finally washes over him, his arms were no longer able to support his weight and his chest hit the ground, his head lolling to the side.

There were more cheers as my bitch finally seemed to accept his new lot in life, openly rutting back to take more of my cock. I am not sure for exactly how long I fucked him, but we kept at it for some time. As I felt my own rogasm start to build, I adjusted my angle, climbing over his body to flatten him beneath me as I fucked him into the dirt. As I finally crossed the threshold, I growled low before biting rough into his shoulder, hard enough to break the skin.

When I was finished unloading, I released the hold my jaw had on his shoulder, pulling back to see the bloodied bite left by my teeth and tusks. Something goes through me at the site, and I found myself licking my lips free of his blood, my lust already starting to return. However, it was getting late..

I stood, my captive continuing to lay still in the dirt, catching his breath. With no further fights to come, we were finished for the evening, which meant it was time for dinner and then bed. After congratulating me, the gathered Proudhunters split up to their own meals and tents, but before I could join them, I needed to take care of my new charge.

I helped him to stand, giving him a moment to adjust to his unsteady feet before leading him towards the river and our camp’s bathing area. We boh enter the water to clean ourselves of the aftermath of the glorcha. Though I am sure he was considering a possible escape, the ginger way he walked had me confident he would not be going very far tonight.

Here, away from the rest of the tribe, the energy between us once again felt different. Calmer, obviously, but there was something else, something I could not put a word to. I still cannot. My captive was unable to meet my eyes, not looking at anything but the water as we bathed. Back on the shore, I redressed, but as his clothing was all torn off after our fight, he can only shiver in the cold night air.

“Here.” I do not know what came over me, but rather than pull my shirt back on, I handed it to him to dry with.

“...Thank you.” He begrudgingly accepted the offering and began to dry his cold skin.

“What is your name?” I finally asked, now that I had the chance.

He was reluctant to tell me, and at first I thought I might not get an answer, but after a pause, he responded. “Vakesh.”

“I am Khazak,” I offered freely.

“I know who you are.” With those five words, he was back to glaring at me with daggers in his eyes.

Laughing at his impudence, I led him back into camp, and my tent. After re-securing his irons, I retrieved dinner for the both of us, which he once again accepts with trepidation. After dinner, he moves to my bedroll, no doubt expecting a second round as my new bed warmer, and he is surprised when I give him his own bedroll and point to the opposite side of my large tent. That is where he is right now as I write this, falling asleep after giving me one last pointed glare.

Good. I would have hated to put out that fire. It will make him that much more fun to train.

Arenas & Monsters & Shameless Book Con

Happy Orctober everybody! Let’s cut right to the chase: Steel & Thunder Book 4, officially titled Arenas & Monsters, will be out February 20th, 2023! As with my previous sequels, the book picks up not long after Khazak & David’s last adventure in Secrets & Spires, still on the road with their friends and team. Will they make it to their destination? Will their questions finally be answered? Will Khazak and David continue sneaking around while having kinky sex? There’s only one way to find out: reading it for yourselves!

It's a big book (I know you all like 'em big) at 109k words, and I should probably send my editor some cookies or something as a thank you for parsing through all of my horny nonsense. I will let you all know as soon as preorders become available, so please subscribe to my newsletter and make sure to follow me on social media if you want to be first to know!

I would also like to announce that from November 4th-6th, I will be attending Shameless Book Con in Orlando, Florida! Come out and see me and some of the other 4 Horsemen authors, pick up a new book and maybe get something signed! I’m also trying to come up with some good merch for you guys, and would love to hear some ideas from my readers.

See you in November, maybe even in person!

This Month on Patreon

October’s Patreon offerings:

• 10/10: The first chapter from The Journal of Khazak Uzi’lag - see how the tale of the first Khazak and his avakesh begins!
• 10/17: Deep Dive - Arcane Magic: The most common and destructive type of magic there is.
• 10/24: Trash Panda: You ever looked at a boy and new he was trash, but also that you were going to fuck him?
• 10/31: Spooooooky polls to pick out your next few stories! (Polls may not actually be spooky)

Dom's Little Black Book: Weekend With Jay, Part 2

It wasn’t hard falling asleep after a night of sweaty and exhausting sex. And I’ve learned over the years that there are many, many benefits to keeping a boy in your bed overnight. For example, if you happen to wake up in the middle of the night - as frequently as I do - you have a nice, warm, still-wet-with-your-cum hole to use right next to you. And nothing helps you fall asleep faster than draining your balls.

So naturally, when I woke up around 4 a.m. and was unable to get back to sleep, I decided to make the best of the situation. Jay was still fast asleep, the little spoon to my big one. My cock was already hard and pressed against his ass, and I ground my hips forward firmly, but still gentle enough not to wake Jay.

Spitting into my hand, I slicked my cock up quickly and inched closer to Jay. My cock still in hand, I pushed his ass aside with my knuckles, aimed at his hole, and pushed in. I find very little resistance, which is what I expected. As I bottomed out, Jay began to stir, and I wrapped an arm around his belly to hold him in place. I buried myself inside of him to the hilt and held it there, flexing my cock a few times and feeling Jay wake up more and more each time he felt my cock expand inside him.

As I thrust into his hole, I could hear Jay’s moans being muffled into the bedding. This was far from the first time I’d used him like this. I wasn’t even sure he was fully awake yet. Not that it would matter to him. I pulled him tightly to my body as I continued to fuck his hole. I wasn’t going for anything fancy or too involved, just a good old-fashioned breeding and then hopefully back to sleep.

“Daddyyyy…” Jay whined, still half asleep but wanting more.

I continued with the pace I set, using the hand on his belly to reach up and play with his nipples, gently tweaking and squeezing. My cock felt warm and wet, and not only do I hear the sounds of my previous load squelching in his hole, I can smell it. Jay always makes sure to be very aware of his diet when he’s expecting to see me, so I wasn’t worried about a mess. I know very well what a sloppy, cum-filled hole feels like.

I bit into Jay’s shoulder, worrying the flesh with my teeth as I neared my orgasm. The knowledge that I was going to be loading up this boy again and again this weekend was what finally set me off. I squeezed Jay’s body with my arm, not allowing him even an inch of movement as I shot volley after volley of cum deep into his ass. I continued thrusting as my balls were drained into the wonderful feeling of tightness wrapped around my cock.

Afterwards, we lay there, the catching of our breaths the only sound in the dark room. My cock was still buried inside of Jay, softening slowly as the last of my cum eked out. I stroked Jay’s chest and belly and felt his hand cover mine in response. Pulling him to my chest one more time, I wordlessly drifted off to sleep before my cock even had the chance to slip out of his hole.

Thanks to my blackout curtains, the scene in the morning was much the same as the night before. I snuggled into Jay’s back as I weighed getting out of bed to pee. It was still pretty early, but I could hear one of my roommates tinkering around the house downstairs. Eventually the urge to pee won out, and I extracted myself from Jay and the bed to head to the bathroom.

It took a little longer to get my morning wood to comply with my request. While aiming down, I was pleased to confirm a lack of a mess on my cock from the previous night’ activities. After shaking off the last few drops of piss, I exited the bathroom and climbed back into bed. I wasn’t going to go back to sleep, but I was certainly gonna put my cock to work.

I once again slicked my cock up with spit and pushed back into Jay’s hole for a third time in twelve hours. The poor boy was going to be so sore after this weekend. More awake than I was last night, I quickly got to work pounding Jay’s hole. Not one to complain about being woken up this way, Jay was soon pressing his ass back in time with my thrusts.

On my way back into the room, I purposefully neglected to shut my bedroom door. Of my roommates, the one who was home now was something of a voyeur. With my frequent and loud sexual escapades happening under the same roof, he has enjoyed living vicariously through me and my sexual encounters. So, knowing how vocal Jay could get during a fuck, I wanted to let him know he was free to come up and watch what was going on.

It was just after fucking Jay’s through first anal orgasm that I heard the tell-tale sounds of feet coming up the stairs. Looking at the doorway, I saw my roommate, Hank, poke his head around the corner. Smiling at him, I gave Jay’s ass a nice slap as I continued to pound it, not missing a beat. Returning my smile, Hank leaned against the doorframe, reaching down to grope himself through his shorts.

I fucked Jay through another orgasm as he groaned loudly. I continued to fuck him with the same steady pace I had been all night, happy to put on a show. I love having an audience, and with vocal boys like Jay, I really feel like I get to show off some of my skills. I looked over and smirked at the still silent Hank as he played with himself, eyes glued to Jay as we fucked. I knew that look. I jerked my head, motioning for him to come in. The more the merrier, I always say.

Jay must have had his eyes closed, because it wasn’t until he felt the weight of someone sitting on my bed that he realized Hank was in the room. Wordlessly, Hank leaned over and swallowed Jay’s cock to the hilt as I fucked his sloppy ass for the third time this weekend. All Jay could do was moan and cry out as we both used his body for our own purposes.

Hank rolled onto his side without letting the cock escape his mouth. Pulling his own cock out, he jerked himself off as he continued to swallow Jay’s dick. Wanting to drive up Jay’s sensory overload, I gave his ass a few spanks, all while continuing to relentlessly drive into his ass. I could feel his hole tighten its grip as he came dry once again.

Hank blew his load before I did, coating his hand and belly while still sucking on Jay’s cock. I followed him a few minutes later, shooting my third load into Jay’s well-used hole. Jay finished himself not long after that, Hank swallowing down his cumshot. After laying together for a moment to catch our breaths, Hank was the first to get up.

“Man, I really needed that. That’s a good boy you got there,” he thanked me as he left to clean himself up.

I think we all needed that. And the weekend was still just getting started.

More Species of Terra

Unlike Earth, there are many intelligent, sentient species living in Terra beyond just humans. The six mentioned in the previous article - Humans, Elves, Gnomes, Halflings, Orcs, and Dwarfs - are the most populous, controlling a vast majority of the planet’s land. This can sometimes leave other species feeling like second class citizens, even though they also call Terra home.

Goblins are small humanoid creatures, often with green-colored skin. It was originally theorized that they may be related to orcs, but study has shown them to have more in common with reptiles or amphibians than mammals, with cold-blooded circulation. Some subspecies, such as the Kobold, lack ears and are even covered in scales. Sadly, this also leads to a lot of discrimination, insinuating the species’ is less intelligent, due to them being more like an animal than a person. For much of Terran history, goblin cultures have shunned the outside world to insulate themselves from those who would do them harm, but in the past century have begun making themselves known and interacting with other cultures. In addition to kobolds, some other subspecies of goblin are the brownies, the dokkaebi, and the gudrobongai.

One of the most mysterious, enigmatic species is the fae - also called fairies or faeries. They are most known for their extremely powerful and very unique magical powers, and their open hostility to anyone not a fairy. Fairy magic works in strange ways still not fully understood by non-fae, following odd rules and customs that can prove dangerous to those not anticipating them. Interacting with the fae runs the risk of falling into a trap laid by those rules and customs, granting the fairy magical power over their prey. Typically a physically diminutive species, they often use their magic to transform their appearances in an effort to deceive non-fae. Most fae do not live in our realm, instead living in small pocket-dimensions they have created on the Astral Plane. The dryads, jogah, and yosei are just some of the different fae tribes.

The word giant immediately makes people think of massive, immensely tall beings, but the truth is that most rarely ever grow more than ten feet tall. With many of their societies still in the development phase, they are commonly stereotyped as brutish and unintelligent. With their immense strength and durability, it is common for members of this species to become mercenaries and bodyguards, though it is also becoming more and more common to find them in construction and demolition. However, their larger size also translates to shorter life spans when compared to other Terran species. Ogres, trolls, and jotunn are just a few of the known giant clans.

Beneath the waves of Terra’s oceans are the homes of the merpeople. For a long time, this aquatic species was thought to be a myth, nothing more than the tales of lonely pirates and fishermen. Then one day, an underwater city was discovered, and merpeople entered the world stage. There is an extremely high level of physical variation among them, with some groups sharing the physical characteristics of specific aquatic animals. While some members of this species are able to breathe on land, the majority require water - some even specifically fresh or saltwater. The haffrue are one known species of merpeople, along with the ningyo, and the pincoy. Because of their similarities to aquatic animals, some wonder if merpeople are related to the final species of our list.

The name beastkin is one that can be applied to many species of humanoids with animal-like features, but is primarily associated with a species that originated on the island continent known as Dreamland. This species itself can be divided into several subspecies, each sharing qualities of a specific biological family of animals. Canine, feline, bovine, ursine, avian, reptilian - there are many, many subspecies, and those can be divided even further. However, the term “beastkin” has also been used to refer to any sentient being with both animal and human-like qualities. The hyena hybrids known as gnolls, the part-horse centaurs, the musically inclined avians called the kinnara, and the cat-eared nekomata of Taiyohito. Species like this can be found all over the world, having seemingly evolved independently of one another, despite their similarities.

There may be even more species that have yet to be discovered, hiding in some of the darkest corners of Terra. Rumors abound of an angelic species living high in the mountains, or a demonic species in caverns that lead deep into the planet's crust. Only time, or a daring group of adventurers, may be able to determine the truth.

Arenas & Monsters, Chapter 2

“...and then we were grabbed by a bunch of tentacles?”

“Tendrils.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I think tentacles are specifically the body part of an animal.” David and I pause our discussion, and even Sona looks at Liss, who shrugs. “Nate talks about that kind of stuff a lot when we’re alone.”

“Regardless, yes, we were both grabbed,” I continue recounting last night’s nightmare. “Then we were lifted into the air—”

“And I was stabbed again,” David finishes for me.

“Yes,” I respond with a sigh. “You were stabbed again.”

It is late afternoon, Solisday (it is important to keep track of the days when out in the wilderness), and the four of us are hunting for dinner, or at least attempting to. After waking several people last night with my nightmare-induced scream, I managed to fall back asleep with some unease. Thinking on the nightmare only briefly after waking in the morning, my attention was immediately drawn to other matters, namely trying to find something for breakfast.

That hunt was not successful, leading to a breakfast of trail rations. We then had a fairly quiet and uneventful day of travel, especially when compared to yesterday. David somehow managed to not bring up my nightmare at all until right now, which for some reason he has decided is the best time to talk about it. It is not that I am trying to avoid it, but the timing is very inconvenient.

I have no problem talking about my nightmares, though I would like to point out that he still feels shy enough to want privacy when discussing his own. Since getting him to open up about them, he has gone out of his way to ensure neither of us is keeping anything bottled up. Which is honestly fantastic, and I will have no problem talking about it afterwe are finished hunting. Truthfully, I am not giving the bad dream that much weight to begin with. I am unclear as to where some of the imagery came from, but I am self-aware enough to know that the base cause is my mind reliving David’s violent death.

“So what do we do?” David asks as if there were a simple solution.

“Maybe talk about it when we’re not trying to sneak up on dinner?” It would seem Liss is having the same issue I am.

David huffs in response, but the point seems to be made and we finally have silence. As our group has grown in size, hunting has become less and less convenient. You cannot feed ten people on just a few rabbits. I have been considering hunting something larger, like a deer, but that comes with its own issues, the main one being storage. My spacious satchel can fit a lot, but even that has its limits. There is also the matter of waste—in my culture, it is considered disrespectful to not use every part of your kill. Beyond the meat to be butchered, inedible organs and ligaments can be used for fertilizer, fur and bones used for clothing or decoration—everything has a use.

It might work if we found a deer small enough, but there is no telling when or where we might run into one. In the interim, I expect us to lean more heavily on fishing to feed ourselves on the road. There’s not much in the way of game that falls into a size category between the two. Nothing except maybe feral livestock and a few large birds—

As if on cue, Sona growls, right before I hear a gobbling sound in the distance—the call of a lum’tik’bra, or as David and Liss call it, a turkey. I could easily make a meal for ten with a bird that size, two if I stretched it out with a stew, and the feathers could be sold to a fletcher or used as spell components. With a plea for continued silence and a signal to follow, Sona and I lead the others toward our target.

One successful hunt later, the four of us begin the walk back to camp with our dead fowl in tow. I stop with David and Sona in a small clearing along the way to butcher and clean the bird while Liss continues on, as this is not a three-person job. David has been somewhat squeamish in the past, but seeing as hunting will be an almost daily part of our lives for the time being, he has been trying to push past it.

We finish a short while later (there were so many damn feathers to deal with), and after washing up, return to the camp proper so I can get started on dinner. I will have to make sure to refill my water canteens as it takes most of what I have to fill the pot I place over the fire. I add the meat and other spices while David slices vegetables and other ingredients to add as the water comes to a boil. Sona lounges in the grass next to Riley, who happily pets through her fur, and while we work, I can hear some of the others discussing what sounds like magic.

“The spell functions very similarly to featherfall,” Michael explains to Tsula, the two looking through Michael’s spellbook.

“I see that.” Tsula nods her head. “It looks like you increased the weight-reduction portion of the spell exponentially.”

“Right,” Michael agrees. “I couldn’t make it completely weightless because—”

“Because then whatever you cast it on would just float away,” Tsula finishes for him.

“Exactly.” He gives her a bright smile. “But by making them near-weightless, and adding a little bit of force underneath—”

“—you can suspend the target in mid-air.” Tsula summarizes, sounding fascinated. “It would be forced to hover there, like an aerial snare.”

“I haven’t used it in a fight yet, but that’s the idea.” Michael is clearly pleased that the girl he is infatuated with is finishing his sentences. “So far, all I’ve really done with it is use it to move things from one dorm to another when I was given a new room at the institute.”

“That still sounds like an ingenious way to use a spell like that,” Tsula assures him.

“Thanks.” Michael smiles, suddenly bashful.

Overhearing some of the mages discussing their magical prowess has been a common occurrence over the past week and a half. It makes sense, seeing as the mages in our group outnumber the non-mages six to four. Seven if you count myself, though my abilities are nothing spectacular. We have only seen combat a handful of times since the majority of them joined, but they have been invaluable team members each time.

Michael, Tsula, Piper, and Nathaniel are arcane casters, all of them wizards (though Nathaniel and Tsula are untrained) with the exception of Piper, who is a sorcerer. That means their magical abilities fall under what most people would think of as “traditional” magic—creating lights, detecting magic, and conjuring bolts of arcane energy. Michael and Nathaniel both carry walking sticks as weapons, though I know at least Michael’s doubles as a spell focus. I have seen Piper wielding a wand on occasion, though she seems to prefer using her sorcerer magic to summon arcane weapons like a whip, and as previously mentioned, Tsula does not currently have one. Ideally, none of them will ever have to use their weapons in a fight, but you can never be too careful. Especially with our track record of bandits, giant snakes, and ghosts.

Corrine is a divine caster, while Riley is a natural caster, like myself. That makes the two of them the team’s healers, with Corrine edging out the redhead in raw healing power, as well as having some manner of power against the undead. As its name would suggest, Riley’s magic lends itself more to the natural world, things like animals, the weather, and the elements. My own magical talents are nowhere near as strong as his. Both of them wield wooden walking staves, though again when it comes to combat, they have mostly relied on their magic.

The rest of us are all wielding a sword of some sort (two, in David’s case) and have also had fairly extensive combat training. Given the dangers we have faced on the road so far, we have tried to impart some of our skills onto the others with the occasional sparring session, to middling results. Physical combat is not for everyone. The mages are known to engage in some training of their own, practicing spells and using trees or rocks as “target practice.”

“Would you like to try it out?” Michael asks, looking from Tsula to a small pile of rocks.

“Absolutely,” she agrees, standing and offering him a hand to do the same.

Still standing by the fire, I stir our dinner stew as I watch the two wizards approach the rocks. Each of them selects a larger rock, separating it from the others and taking several steps back. Nodding to Tsula, Michael goes first.

“Pendere!” Michael lifts his hand in front of him, palm face-up, and a moment later, the stone is hovering in the air.

“Very nice,” Tsula compliments. “Leriana!” After doing the same hand movement, her own target floats up just like Michael’s.

“There’s something I don’t get,” David starts, directing his incoming question to his brother as he dumps his chopped potatoes into the pot. “Why can two people say different things but still cast the same spell?”

“Because the words themselves aren’t what’s important,” Michael starts to explain. “It’s about the intent behind them.”

“Michael and I tend to use Elutian incantations,” Piper adds, having exited her tent just a few minutes ago. “But that is only because that’s the way they are taught to us at the institute. It’s a dead language that is the root of many others, so it’s easy to pick up while still sounding different enough from regular speech.”

“Aye, and I use Old Eirish, cause that’s what they taught at my druid circle,” Riley says from across the fire.

Explaining the inner workings of magic, particularly Michael to David, has also become a common occurrence. Though he has a tendency to brag, there is genuine interest on Michael’s part to impart this knowledge to his twin brother. David once told me that Michael used to help him with a lot of his schoolwork, and he would in turn sometimes allow his brother to “experiment” on him with new spells or potions.

“Now, there are some really high-level spells that require you to be precise with what you say, and how you say it,” Michael continues, lowering his stone back to the ground. “You have to watch for things like your rhythm or inflection or even the time of day or star position. But for most spells, what you say is more like a trigger word than anything else.”

“So the words don’t actually matter?” David oversimplifies.

“Not exactly.” Michael pauses to consider the next part of his explanation. “It’s hard to explain, but you can sort of...feel the energy around you. Casting spells is done by making that energy do what you want.”

“The first few times you cast a spell, it’s a bit like solving a math, physics, and chemistry equation in your head, all at once.” Piper takes a seat by the fire, waiting for dinner to be served. “You have to know the science behind whatever it is that you are trying to do, so that you can use your magic to make it happen. I can only really speak for arcane spellcasters, though.”

“It is similar for natural spellcasters as well,” I jump into the conversation to add my own information. “Perhaps not quite as scientific, but you must still know the basics behind how something works in the natural world for your spell to work.”

“Aye, at the druid circle I had to study things like weather patterns and how water is formed, or what happens when the temperature changes rapidly,” Riley lists some examples for me. “Even my shapeshiftin’ has stipulations. I can only change into animals I’ve actually spent some time with. All their muscles, bones, organs—the more different they are from a human, the more difficult it can be.”

“Divine spellcasting is basically the same as well,” Corrine, as the only divine caster in our group, adds. “Especially when it comes to healing. The more you know about how the body works, the better you can direct your healing energy to the parts that need it most.”

“Aren’t you also kind of asking someone else for help when you cast a spell?” Liss asks from her seat next to Piper.

“There is a ‘prayer’ aspect to my spells, yes.” Corrine nods confidently. “Some people say that gives you some wiggle room when you cast because even if you don’t know all the specifics, God does. But I don’t really like to assume things will just work out like that before I start casting.”

“Did they teach you about biology at your church school?” I ask Corrine, curious about her schooling as she does not speak on it much.

“Some, but I had to seek out a lot on my own, too,” she admits, and I am not surprised. Corrine is a follower of the God of the Albionian Church, also known as Yahweh or the God of Abram, and from what I have learned and witnessed myself, they do not consider science and the divine to mix well.

“So what if it’s a spell you’ve cast a bunch of times?” David continues with his inquiry. “What changes?”

“It’s like muscle memory,” Piper answers. “Once you know how to do something, it’s just a matter of repeating it. Like Michael said, the ‘incantation’ is really more of a trigger—a way to help your mind quickly recall all of those specifics.”

“Really powerful casters don’t need to use them at all; they can cast everything silently,” Michael adds. “But even when you do use them, the actual specifics of the word being said are kind of irrelevant. I can literally just say ‘fire’ and cast a fire spell.” As he says this, he holds a hand in the air, a flame bursting from his palm when he says the word “fire.”

“I think I get it,” David says while biting lip, likely fibbing at least a little.

“Don’t worry. I’ll explain it again later,” Michael knowingly tells his brother.

Finishing up dinner, I think more about my own magic. It is not something I make use of very often, typically only in emergencies or when it is something that only I can do, and with Riley here, that is very unlikely. The most I have used it lately is with Sona, first when using it to calm her so we could free her from the bear trap she was caught in, and then again when I realized the two of us had formed a magical bond, which was out of either of our hands. Now we “talk” with magic every day.

Once the cooking is finished, David helps me pass out the bowls. I pour the remaining stew into a large soup canteen my father Rurig gifted me, and thanks to the way my satchel works, it should be just as hot when I retrieve in a day or two for leftovers. After everyone has finished their meal, we settle in for the evening, some people reading books by the fire while others tend to their weapons or armor.

I might pull out a book a little later myself, but there are other things I think I would rather do first. Like David. I glance over at him, pleased when he returns my knowing look with a sly smile, before glancing off into the forest. We wait about fifteen minutes for our food to settle before David stands, exiting camp as nonchalantly as possible. I give it another minute before I follow, as aware as ever that we are likely fooling no one.

I walk until the fire is just a small light in the distance when something leaps at me from behind a tree. Something with black hair, green eyes, and a hungry mouth. David smashes our lips together in a kiss, pushing me back against the tree’s trunk. I allow myself to be manhandled, bringing my hands to his waist and pulling us together.

As silly as it is to me that we have to sneak off for this sort of thing at all, I keep that opinion to myself. David was already nervous about having sex in camp before his brother teleported halfway around the world and joined us. His feelings on the topic can vary from day to day (namely based on how horny he is versus whether or not he is willing to put on clothes and leave our tent), so it is something I am gently getting him to grow more comfortable with.

And, if I am being honest, I do not exactly mind having sex in the middle of the forest. It is a little thrilling.

I deepen our kiss as I lean back against the tree, my hands wandering from his sides to his rear. I growl into his mouth when he bites at my lips, squeezing his ass roughly and grinding our crotches together. I press my face tightly against his, the threat of sharpness from my tusks making him whine.

David’s own hands roam over my chest and down my stomach, coming to a stop on my crotch, where he squeezes me through the fabric of my pants. After gently stroking a few times along my length, his fingers move up to untie my belt. Then he unbuttons my pants, sinking to his knees on the grass.

Once my cock has been freed from its confines, he leans forward, nuzzling and placing wet, open-mouthed kisses against my skin. He slides his lips along my shaft until he reaches the top, using his hand to pull back my foreskin and lick over the head. I groan softly at the warm tongue swiping over the sensitive skin.

I growl, fisting one hand in his hair as he starts to take more of me into his mouth. Looking down, I watch David’s hand start to wander to the growing pouch of his crotch, stopping before it reaches its target. Good boy. I close my eyes, leaning my head back as the warm heat envelops me, David letting out a muffled moan around me.

“I swear that’s hot every time I see it.” Adam’s voice surprises me enough to almost slam my head back against the tree.

“Dude.” David sounds exasperated, sitting back on his heels after almost choking himself on my cock. “You cannot sneak up on us like that!”

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt,” Adam sheepishly apologizes.

“Gotta put a fuckin’ bell on your or something...” David grumbles before turning back to my prick.

“Yeah, you seem really upset,” Adam jokes at his friend’s eagerness.

“You wanna get your dick sucked or not?” David challenges after pulling off a second time. “We’ve got a time limit.”

I laugh softly into the air, shaking my head at their antics. “If you both are quite done.” I replace my hand on David’s head, guiding his mouth back to my shaft.

If I do not seem more put off by Adam’s sudden appearance, it is because this is not the first time this has happened. That was almost two weeks ago during the Summer Solstice celebrations on our final night in Pákannon. After a night of dancing, I surprised David by inviting Adam back to our room, where the three of us enjoyed quite the nice evening together. Since then, we have gotten together a few more times, mostly quick dalliances in the woods like this one.

I realized David’s attraction to his friend not long after I joined them. It was actually rather adorable, almost like a schoolyard crush, and it was something he did not even seem to be fully aware of. He thought at first that I might be jealous or upset by this information, but he really did not need to worry. I mean, I find the man plenty attractive myself but feel no reason to be threatened by him. Especially as, once the two of them moved past the awkward beginning stages, their friendly camaraderie started coming through during sex. Adam is obviously interested, but I can still sense some hesitation when he seeks us out. Whether that is because of a lack of experience or because he is hesitant to “use” his best friend like both of them actually want, I am not sure. Either way, I am in for a good show.

Following my minor admonishment, Adam comes to stand next to me, unbuttoning his fly and pulling out his cock. David’s eyes wander to the peach-colored prick as it comes into view, twitching lightly in the air. He reaches up to wrap a hand around it, stroking lightly but keeping his focus on me in his mouth.

After a few more moments of sucking, he pulls off of me and switches over to Adam, swallowing most of his length down in one stroke. My still-wet appendage hangs in the air only centimeters away, and I cannot help myself and lightly slap it against David’s cheek. He looks up at me with playful eyes before he starts stroking me as well.

We switch David back and forth like this, something he has done a few times before. He keeps his hand on whomever is not currently occupying his mouth, though his attention is still firmly on who is. I feel my cock give an involuntary lurch at the sight of David’s nose buried in the golden forest of hair surrounding Adam’s base, eager to have him buried in my own.

“Sir,” David starts, catching his breath after pulling off of my cock for a moment. “Can I touch myself?”

“Yes, you may. Good boy.” I smile at the request, glad that he remembered before groping himself without permission.

David lets out a happy groan of approval as I re-enter his mouth, taking his hand off of Adam to undo the front of his own pants. He quickly pulls the pouch of his underwear to the side, his cock springing into the air, already fully hard. It has been several days since he was last allowed to masturbate. It is not a new rule, but one that has become more prominent since starting our journey.

I am not particularly upset by the thought of David pleasuring himself. It is just one of the ways I like to exert my control over him—and one of the few still available to me while we are in mixed company. David enjoys it just as much as I do, which is why we make such a good pair. The terms for a relationship like ours where I come from are avakesh, which is the submissive and owned partner, and kavan, which is the dominant and owner.

That is why David calls me Sir and defers to me, while also being paranoid about the others (namely Michael) finding out. I have already explained that our relationship did not begin on the best terms, but that does not mean I do not still treasure his submission each time he offers it to me. I also do not mind telling you that the boy looks damn good in a collar, cuffs, and little else.

Now happily working his own cock, David continues to bob up and down on both of ours. With his attention divided, his technique does start to get a little sloppy, though that is not necessarily a bad thing when it comes to oral sex. Each time he switches between us, he also switches hands, trying to stroke both himself and the person not in his mouth at the same time. It is rather amusing watching him attempt to keep up with three different rhythms, and eventually he just gives up and leaves us to take ourselves in hand.

I am happy to take over some of the work for him. The next time he moves from Adam to me, I grip him lightly by the hair. Holding him in place, I start to snap my hips forward, fucking my cock into his mouth with short, shallow thrusts while he remains stationary on his knees. David’s cock gives a lurch as soon as I grab his hair, and his hand speeds up once I start to thrust.

Taking a cue from me, Adam does the same when David is passed back over, holding his head firmly in place while Adam fucks his cock in and out of his mouth. David’s lips are swollen and red, and a small amount of drool escapes from the corners of his mouth. I can hear little else over the cut off moans and gurgles each time Adam’s cock pushes all the way in his throat. Fuck, I think I am almost ready to cum.

“I am getting close,” I announce, rapidly fisting my own cock.

At my warning, Adam releases David, who turns back towards me. I quickly grab the back of his head, plunging my cock back into his oral depths, humping into David’s face fast and hard. It takes less than a half-a-dozen strokes to push me over the edge, pulling David all the way down on my cock and cumming with a cut off growl.

David does his best to swallow, trying to keep up with the load I am pumping directly into his throat. It has been a few days, so I know it is a large one, and I am unsurprised when I hear a choking noise from below as it becomes too much. When I am done and finally pull back, a trickle of white rolls down his spit-slick chin, whatever remains of my load that he was unable to swallow.

I lean back against the tree to catch my breath as David does the same on his knees. His beard may be a mess, but the hand on his cock has not slowed down once. He does not even need to be told what to do next, turning to Adam, who is also working his own prick. David kneels up and opens his mouth, ready for whatever the blonde may need it for.

“Work my nuts,” Adam orders, pulling David toward his crotch.

Adam continues to swiftly fist his cock while David worships the man’s testicles as requested. My pup drags his tongue over the fuzzy peach-colored orbs, sucking each one into his mouth. Adam keeps a tight grip on the back of his head, holding him against the base, David’s nose pressed against the man’s skin. All the while, both men continue to pump their cocks, each chasing their own orgasm.

“Gonna cum.” Adam is the first to cross the finish line.

He pulls David away from his balls, holding him in place only inches from his prick and still-moving hand. Adam’s eyes are closed, his face screwed up in concentration as David kneels with his mouth open. Then his hand slows down and I see his cock pulse, just before shoving the head into David’s mouth. He continues working his hand up and down the shaft as he unloads.

David manages to swallow everything, though he still has my seed drying on his chin. His eyes are shut as he kneels on the forest floor, hand still moving in a blur over his cock. Knowing he is so very close to the edge himself, I reach a hand out and stroke it through his hair—before grabbing a fistful and tugging sharply. The sudden pain makes David gasp, and a second later, he unleashes his own cum all over the forest floor.

I pet through his hair gently as he comes down from his orgasmic high, leaning against me with a worn-out smile. Once he is no longer floating, I help him to stand, watching as he brushes the grass and dirt from his knees. He grimaces as he stretches his legs, sore from having spent so long in one position. Still, when he opens his eyes, they are filled with the sleepy warmth that only comes after good sex.

“Fuck,” Adam breathes out as he tucks himself away. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“I think we all did,” I agree with the sentiment, rebuttoning my pants.

“Yeah, that was good,” David adds a little goofily.

“Uh...” Adam grimaces slightly as he takes in David’s face. “You’re gonna want to clean up before we get back to camp.”

“You think?” David rolls his eyes, lifting the front of his shirt up and cleaning his face as best he can with the back of it. It leaves a small wet spot on his stomach, but other than that and his red eyes, there is no other immediate evidence of our activities. He should be okay to make it back into camp without anyone noticing. As long as they do not look too closely. Cleaned up as best we can, we start to walk in the direction of camp.

“Uh-uh.” David stops, pointing at Adam. “You gotta wait back here for a few minutes. It’ll look weird if we all come back into camp together.”

“Seriously?” Adam is nonplussed by the demand.

“Yes, seriously.” David crosses his arms in front of him. “In fact, walk that way some. I don’t even want it to look like we came from the same direction.”

“Fine.” Adam rolls his eyes, turning to the right to put some distance between us.

“Do you really think your brother might notice a detail like that?” I question my pup, wondering if he is not being a little overly careful.

“I don’t know, and I don’t really care. I can deal with my brother pretending to not know that I’m going out into the forest to fuck you.” David points at me while calling out the ridiculous motions we are all going through for some reason. “But I can’t also deal with him pretending to not think that I’m fucking Adam, too.”

Book 4 Finished, Reviews Needed!

Hellooooooo September. While it has been a quiet few months, that does not mean it has not been without its stresses. First and foremost, I’ve been putting the finishing touches on Steel & Thunder Book 4, and by the end of next week, it will finally be completed! I won’t know the final word count until after it's been edited, but let me just say that I was really expecting this one to be shorter than the last three...

In more personal news, I just finished moving, which as you can imagine is its own brand of hell-like stress. I’m happy to say I am fully settled in my new place, and am getting back into my normal writing routine. I know I keep talking about them, but with Book 4 finished, I can finally devote focus to some of the other things I’ve been working on. I’ll be able to talk about them a little more fully in just a few months, so make sure you stay subscribed!

I also just wanted to take a moment to put out a small request for some reviews. I wouldn’t say any of my books are lacking them, but I always need more. Reviews are important, they tell potential readers what they might be able to expect from the book, and can often be the deciding factor in them deciding to pick up a copy of their own. So please, if you’ve ever read and enjoyed any of my books, head on over to Amazon, or Goodreads, or wherever else you can and leave me a nice review. Preferably one for each book! They don't have to be long or even well written, and you would be doing me an unbelievable favor.

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This Month on Patreon

September’s offerings:

• 9/12: The second chapter of Steel & Thunder Book 4 - if you’ve read my books, you know the second chapter is when things really start steaming up. 😈
• 9/19: More Species of Terra: Learn about more of the intelligent and often magical species that populate the world of Steel & Thunder.
• 9/26: Weekend With Jay, Part 2: The second part of this weekend gets started with back-to-back fucks before we even leave the house!

Last Month on Patreon

• The first chapter of Steel & Thunder Book 4! - you gotta be a patron to see the title and cover art before anyone else!
• Terran Holidays - the Summer Solstice: Learn about how the peoples of Terra celebrate bringing in the summer!
• Married Cub Part 2 - My second encounter with Dan, the married cub, and his cuck husband

Little Black Book Story for September & October

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Dom's Little Black Book: Married Cub, Part 2

It had been a couple of months since first meeting Rick & Dan at their pool party over the summer. During those months, I met up with Dan a few more times, making good use of his mouth and ass. Once, I was able to make it over during the day, when he was home alone, and fucked and bred him right there in his marital bed, with much less of a time limit. Another evening, I brought over a friend and made Rick watch as the two of us took turns on his husband’s holes.

Overall, a lot of fun, but I was still feeling like I hadn’t really been able to show Dan exactly how capable I am in the bedroom. I wanted to get him over to my place to do that - use that home team advantage. So, once we figured out a good night for it, I told Rick to send Dan over to service his daddy.

There was no need for introductions or pleasantries when he arrived. I let him in the door and led him straight up to my room. I stood him in the center of the room as I sat down on the bed and looked him over.

“Strip,” I told him, eyeing him hungrily.

“Yes sir,” was his response and he immediately started to remove his clothing, until he was standing before me in only a pair of jock briefs. I let the silence hang in the air as I leered at him and his exposed ass.

“Let’s take care of that punishment first boy. Over my lap,” I ordered with a pat to my lap.

You see, Dan and I had sort-of been playing a game together. The rules were simple: every day, he had to send me a picture of his ass in a jockstrap. I wouldn’t request or remind him, and for every day he missed, I would add five spanks to a tally that I would “cash in” the next time we got together. Over the last two weeks, Dan had missed six days, meaning I owed him thirty spanks on his deliciously furry ass.

Dan looked at me a little nervously and subconsciously rubbed his ass for a moment. “Yes daddy,” he responded before climbing onto the bed and over my legs.

As mentioned in my previous story, Dan has an adorable fuzzy bubble of a butt. The kind you just wanna give a nice, sharp smack to when you’re pounding into it. He squirmed in my lap as I grabbed a thick handful of his cheek and squeezed. Then…

*spank* I gave no warning before the first strike, taking advantage of his inability to look behind him. He gasped and jumped in response, but otherwise made no attempt to move from his position.

“Good boy,” I said in a low voice, soothing his reddening cheek with my hands.

*spank* Another gasp.

*spank spank spank spank* I peppered his ass quickly with the next four smacks, alternating cheeks and giving him a moment between each to recover. I wasn’t striking him hard, but he was certainly going to be feeling them tomorrow.

*spank spank spank spank* I changed my tactics next, this time applying two spanks to each cheek instead of alternating. Dan actually let out a small scream the first time, the second catching him off guard. I continued until I’d spanked each side of his ass another seven times.

Finished, I took a moment to check on Dan. His breathing had gotten a little heavier, but that was to be expected. This was his first “real” spanking. He actually did amazingly well. I would have to make sure to show him that later.

But first, six more to go.

*spank spank* I’d gone back to alternating, landing two in rapid succession.

*spank*  And then I landed a third right in the center of his ass, catching both cheeks with one hand, and eliciting a yelp from Dan.

“Only three more boy. Let’s just get this over with, eh?” I ask, not expecting an answer.

*spank spank spank* Slowly and steadily, I finished my boy’s punishment, his whines and squirms getting worse with each strike.

I gave Dan a moment to catch his breath, before moving him off my lap and closer to me.

“You took that very well, boy,” I told him as I stroked his back.

“Th-thank you, daddy,” he responded shakily.

I held him a few more minutes until I felt he had calmed down enough - aftercare is important you guys, don’t forget that. Once he was settled, I moved to prepare the next event of the evening. Standing from the bed, I had Dan stand up as well. Then, I pulled out the bondage straps from under my mattress (Thank you, Fort Troff!), and grabbed the large foam wedge I kept in my closet.

I put the wedge on the center of the bed and had Dan lie over it on his stomach, exposing his ass to the air. I attached cuffs to his wrists and ankles, and then attached those to the straps at the corners and sides of my bed. His legs were spread, but his wrists were locked together and over his head. The chain there was loose enough that he could touch his face, but not much else.

I paused for a moment, admiring the sight of my boy, bound and spread before me. Then, I climbed onto the bed behind him and took his ass in both my hands, squeezing and kneading it gently. I leaned over him, draping myself across his back, and pressed something into his confined hands.

“Those are poppers, baby boy. Now, daddy’s gonna spend the next twenty minutes eating you out. All you need to do is lay here and get nice and poppered up while that happens,” I purred into his ear.

I knelt back up and moved backwards, my own bottle of poppers in hand. I unscrewed the cap with one hand while teasing his ass with the other. I took a hit, and heard Dan doing the same, and as the head rush came over me, I knelt down and dove face-first into his ass.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I fucking love rimming. I used my tongue to lick big swaths across his hole, and then digging it in as far as it could go. I heard a muffled moan from Dan, which drove me to tongue fuck him even deeper. I had both of his cheeks in my hands, squeezing and spanking it with every tongue stroke.

I spread him wide, pulling back to look at the wet, furry hole on display. I took another hit of my poppers and got right back to work, practically making love to his ass with my tongue. I would thrust fast and deep, and then just teasingly swipe it over his rim. I’d pull back and blow some air on it before trying to see if I could reach his tonsils with my tongue. All the while Dan moaned and squirmed above me, trying to push his ass back as much as his bonds would allow.

Exactly as I said, I kept this up for the next twenty minutes. Dan wasn’t even coherent by the time I was done with him, the combination of the poppers and my oral ministrations making his mind fly. I gave a few last teasing licks before extracting myself from him briefly. I knelt up behind the boy, my cock now pointing at the same place my mouth just was.

“You ready for this dick, boy?” I asked, tapping my cock against his ass to punctuate.

With a moan, Dan threw himself backwards, “Yessssss daddy, please.”

Well, no need to make the poor boy wait! I pushed my cock into his warm and wet ass easily, watching it vanish to the base inside of him. Nice and tight, just like I remembered.

After a few moments of enjoying the tightness wrapped around my cock, I pulled back and thrust back in, the first of many for the evening. With each thrust Dan moaned, his occasional speechlessness peppered with a “yes” and “sir” and “daddy.” I tried to keep changing the angle of my thrusts, preferring for him to not to anticipate what’s coming next. Planting my feet next to his and draping over him, my cock still in his ass. I thrusted straight down, nailing his prostate head on, while I bit and chewed on his neck and ears.

“Daddy’s gonna breed this ass boy, you want that? You want daddy’s load inside you?” I taunted as I continued riding his ass.

“Fuck, yes. Please daddy, breed me, cum in me, please I need it,” he whined in response.

When I’d had my fill of this position, I moved back onto my knees. Roughly grabbing his ass with both my hands, I start to fuck him almost savagely, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, as fast as I possibly could. We’d been fucking for almost a half an hour by then, and that was after the rimming I gave him. I was ready to get my nut, and Dan was ready to take it.

When it finally washed over me, I gripped Dan by the hips tight enough to leave a bruise. I could feel as each pulse of cum shot out of my cock and landed deep inside Dan's ass. It was all he could do to lay there and take it, his poor ass worn out after being stretched wide for so long.

As I caught my breath, I could feel the sweat from my face and chest dripping down onto his back. “Squeeze your hole boy, I’m pulling out,” I ordered with a spank.

“Yes sir,” was the response, followed by a tight squeeze around my cock.

After pulling out, I made sure to push any escaped cum right back in.

Waste not, want not.

Terran Holidays - The Summer Solstice

Summer is something that everyone experiences worldwide, the days getting longer and the temperatures warmer. It’s only natural that the start of summer is something people want to celebrate worldwide. The celebrations themselves vary, depending on date, location, and even religion.

The orc city of V’rok’sh Tah’lj has long fostered a very sex positive community, and as such, have a number of annual fesitval celebrating relationships and fertility, and the summer solstice is no exception. Celebrations actually begin on the day before the solstice, the 30th of Geminus. Groups of friends and family will spend the day hunting in the forest together, and the game they bring back is prepared for a feast the next day. After finishing their meals, adults will leave their homes to revel in the streets together, partying until the early hours of the morning.

In the past, the country of Albion would celebrate the start of summer with a night of singing, dancing, and drinking. Bonfires would often be set on hills and in fields where citienes would gather and share in the revelry, and there are even ancient stone monuments that align with the sun’s position. However, as the Holy Church of Albion has expanded its influence across the country, they sought to put a stop to what they viewed as the more debaucherous aspects of the holiday. It is not a holy night of worship and devotion, in which people remain awake and fast for the evening.

In Northern Alkebulan, particularly around the large arid deserts of Kemet, the beginning of summer is celebrated as the start of the new year. This day marks when the rivers begin to rise, flooding the plains and feeding their crops. As it is also the longest day of the year, much of the ceremony and worship of the day is devoted to Ra, the patron god of the sun and the head of the Kemtian pantheon.

The country of Huaxia is one that uses an alternate calendar, meaning holidays like the solstices and equinoxes fall on different days than the rest of the year. On the Huaxian calendar, the day celebrated as the summer solstice falls on the middle of the fifth month, and is known as the Holy Day of the Vermillion Bird. In Huaxian culture, the number five is associated with bad luck, and the day was originally devoted to warding off and protecting against it. As time has gone on, the celebrations have expanded to include more fanciful and fun things, such as creating paper effigies of insects and other creatures that represent bad luck or misfortune, making and eating food numbered in fives, and even boat races.

Due to the axis of Terra being tilted, much like Earth’s, the seasons of the Northern and Southern hemispheres are flipped. That means while people in the north are celebrating the start of summer, those in the south are actually celebrating the start of winter. On the continent of Abyala, the Empire of Tawantinsuyu hosts the sun festival, a week-long ceremony of dancing, processions, and animal sacrifice. As the winter solstice is the shortest day of the year, this festival marks the day that the sun returns, the hours of light during the day beginning to lengthen, with many people staying up late into the night to pray for a good harvest come the new year.

Arenas & Monsters: Chapter 1

“Have you gotten used to the bad jokes yet?”

“Can you really get ‘used’ to bad jokes? I have learned to tolerate them,” I jokingly reply. “I take it he has always been like that?”

“Oh yeah, since we were kids.” Michael nods his head next to me as we walk. “And then he always makes that stupid face of his.”

“Oh, I am quite familiar,” I tell the man, just before we both break into our best impressions of David’s trademark wide, toothy, I-just-told-a-terrible-joke-and-am-so-very-proud-of-it grin.

“Alright, that’s enough,” the man we are mocking says from his spot ahead of us, turning around and continuing to walk backward. “You stop encouraging him,” he says, pointing at me before aiming his finger at his brother. “And you’re just jealous cause I’m the funny twin.”

“I thought you were the hot twin?” Michael asks flatly.

“It’s a heavy burden, but I’m both,” David answers solemnly, before turning his face back and grinning, making me snort a laugh.

“That’s not even a joke!” his brother groans.

We are only three members of a group of ten (eleven, if you count my wolf companion, Sona) that have been traveling north together for the past nine days. We are an eclectic bunch, though most of them are human, the three exceptions being an orc (me), an elf, and the aforementioned wolf. We have passed through a few small settlements on our way to the village of Rakatune, which we should reach the day after tomorrow, but our ultimate goal is Manamequohi, a city that lies much, much farther north.

Michael is David’s non-identical twin brother. He is just a hair’s breadth shorter than David; I would estimate at somewhere around 1 ¾ meters in height. He is also a little stockier, with medium-length curly brown hair, compared to David’s which is short, straight, and black. He has a mustache, along with a good amount of stubble, as he has not quite gathered the courage to attempt shaving without a mirror yet. They share the same bright green eyes, along with many other facial features, which makes it easy to tell that they are related.

Since leaving Pákannon ten days ago, the two of us have been making it a point to talk and get to know each other. Before that, he and I were having a bit of trouble seeing eye-to-eye on some things, namely his brother’s homosexuality and relationship with me. Though to be fair, David says that he was not exactly aware of it himself until I awakened something in him. Of course, all of the issues between me and Michael could have been solved if David had simply toldhis brother what was going on, but that is not how my pup works.

For all of his complaining, I know the smile he wears under that grin is genuine. It is important to him that Michael and I are getting along. He spent those first few days stressing over his brother discovering his secret, all while watching the two of us continue to antagonize each other. Though I maintain that most of the antagonizing was on Michael’s part. In any event, we have become fast friends since, largely through telling stories about David.

The area we are walking through at the moment is lightly forested on our left and right, several dozen meters from our path. Off in the distance to our left are the Emerald Hill Mountains, a tree-covered mountain range that extends north to south almost the entire length of the eastern coast of Avural Ug’dol.

“I think we might need to take a break soon,” Adam, the team’s leader, comments from the front of the group.

“It’s too damn hot,” Elisabeth, who prefers to be called Liss, complains from her place next to him.

She is not the first person to complain, and I do not blame her. Though the first day of summer was only weeks ago, we are already feeling the effects. With the sun high in the sky, it is hot, and with no nearby trees to offer any shade, finding an area with enough shade to wait until the midday sun passes would be a worthwhile endeavor.

“Maybe we can find a place in the trees to have lunch and wait out the heat.” Adam looks to our left, already thinking of the same idea.

“Yeah.” Liss nods her head. “Let’s see what’s around the next bend.”

Adam is a good man, and someone I have gotten to know well in the time since meeting him. A natural and charismatic leader, he attended the Northlake Academy of Knighthood alongside David and Liss. The three of them left together, each for their own reasons, though all were at least somewhat related to a general distaste for how the academy was run. He has blue eyes, short blonde hair, and I do not mind telling you, a very nice body. His height falls somewhere between mine and David’s, and I’d say the same is true for our muscles—though my pup is doing his best to catch up. Though at one time they evidently had very similar builds, these days David’s body is more suited for speed than outright strength.

I hold an equally high opinion of Elisabeth. She is only slightly shorter than Adam, and from what I have gathered during sparring sessions, her physical prowess is an equal match for his. She has brown eyes and short, red hair, a style she chose more out of practicality than anything else. She is a stoic woman who takes her work seriously, and I have come to appreciate her perceptiveness and attention to detail. She is also the only person to have taken an active interest in hunting with me—though I usually make David come with us as well.

As we near the bend and pass over a small hill, I can hear good news in the distance before we see it: a river. A refreshingly cool one from the looks of it, though that may be the temperature and humidity talking. It flows eastward down the mountain before turning and bending to the north. Its sight gives everyone a small burst of energy, everyone walking just a little faster.

“You wanna...?” Liss asks the unneeded question.

“Oh yeah, that’s where we’re going,” Adam says with a nod of his head, leading us toward the watery banks.

We set up camp a short distance from the river’s edge, behind a rocky outcropping that, while it may not provide complete cover from the road, should at least work for our belongings. It is more a collection of bags and backpacks than a camp, but it suits our current purposes. I grilled our extra fish when making breakfast this morning and stored them in my magical satchel, so they should still be warm when I retrieve them from the knapsack once we are finished swimming.

“Will our stuff be safe here?” Liss gestures to our collection of things.

“I don’t see why not, but just in case,” Piper, Michael’s fellow student at the Elven Institute for Arcane Studies, says with her hand extended toward the items. Her eyes and hand glow purple before a similarly colored pulse of energy extends out from where she has aimed, bathing our items and then us in the light. I have seen this before—an alarm spell. “There. Now if anyone comes near here who isn’t us, we’ll know about it.”

“I’ll do ya one better,” Riley, a druid and Michael’s other friend (though not a fellow student), says while making the same gesture, a similar effect taking place with green-colored energy. “That’ll keep away any unwanted animal visitors as well.” He crouches down, looking at Sona. “Except o’ course you, little lady.” He tips her an invisible hat.

“You have been doing that every night to keep bugs away from camp like I asked, right?” Piper asks the druid, finished with spellcasting.

Riley looks at her for a beat of silence, then looks like he is lost in thought for another. “Yes,” he finally says, flatly.

Piper narrows her eyes at the obvious lie. With her black hair and dark complexion, I initially thought she might be from the same region the institute is located, Alkebulan, but her accent is distinctly from Albion. The woman is a sorcerer compared to Michael’s wizard, which means she has naturally gifted abilities allowing her to detect and analyze the presence of magic. She can also alter aspects of her own spellcasting, making spells larger, last longer, or as she is more want to do, adding small flourishes like changing their color. She has been extremely polite and a capable teammate, but I would be lying if I said her personality was not a bit...haughty. I once overheard Elisabeth refer to her as “high-maintenance.”

Riley is unruffled by his friend’s glare. He has red hair and fair, freckled skin, and an accent that originates from the Eire, which if I’m not mistaken is a nation located on the same island as David and Michael’s home country of Lutheria. The man has been extremely friendly and jocular—and I’m not positive, but I think he may also have flirted with me a number of times. He is also a spellcaster, though not a student at the institute as he is a druid, meaning his magic falls under the natural category rather than the arcane. He met Michael and Piper while passing through the institute on his druidic pilgrimage and was working with them on a secret project that led to all three of them joining us two weeks ago.

The “secret project” is one that they had been working on for over a year and sounds far-fetched even to me—and I witnessed it happen: teleportation. Together, these three were able to utilize ancient elven monuments, a special type of crystal, and some incredibly complicated spellwork to discover a way to teleport between monuments across the globe. The attempt that led them to us was actually their first—and also something of a mistake. They had intended to only travel a short distance from their school, but they somehow traveled halfway around the world instead, to the monument we just happened to be visiting at the same time.

We are still unclear as to how that happened, as the only thing that links our groups are David and Michael. By traveling so far, Michael’s group burned through all of the “fuel” needed for the teleportation spell: reponiam, a dark, smoke-colored crystal that can be used to store spells and other forms of magical energy. On top of that, as they were conducting this “experiment” under the cover of night, they arrived with only the items and clothing they had on them at the time. Manamequohi may be one of the only places we will be able to acquire the amount of reponiam needed to cast the spell that will take them home.

With our makeshift camp set up, most of us start to strip down. Given the weather and seeing as some of our group were stuck here with quite literally only the clothes on their back, most of us have been dressing as lightly as possible while still keeping defense in mind should something unexpected happen. We have already faced a group of bandits on the road once, which is the same reason we want to keep our possessions out of sight. For the more physical fighters, this means leather armor over some clothing and underbreeches, while the spellcasters are wearing robes over lighter armor, if they wear any at all.

Most of us strip down to our underclothes, with a few electing to leave on an additional layer. The men go shirtless, while Liss leaves her top half wrapped, and Piper has no qualms about displaying her brassiere. The two more modest members of our group, Corrine and Tsula, only remove their outer robes, happy to dip their legs into the cool waters, while Riley does the exact opposite, jumping into the river completely naked. Not to be outdone, David follows suit, the two skinny dipping while the rest of us either shake our heads or blush and look away.

Corrine is one of the original members of the group, meaning I met her at the same time I did David, Liss, Corine, Nate, and Adam—when I arrested them for trespassing and assault. Looking at her, you would never suspect she spent two months behind bars, but I am sure she did not expect to end up there herself. She is the shortest member of the group at around 1.6 meters in height with blonde hair somewhere between medium and long tied into twin ponytails on either side of her head. She is fairly soft-spoken and reserved, and refers to herself as a missionary but is also a cleric or priestess—a divine spellcaster. While her magical talents mostly lie in healing, she has also proven herself to be capable in matters pertaining to the undead, and I suspect there may be more to her story than she has let on.

Tsula is technically the newest official member of our group, though she initially joined us only hours before Michael, Riley, and Piper’s sudden appearance. She is a young elf woman from Pákannon with naturally tan skin and long black hair tied in a single braid that is often thrown over her left shoulder. “Young” is a relative term as she is technically older than me at the age of forty. However, because of the way aging works for those with elven ancestry, she ages much slower than most other species, both mentally and physically. This puts her closer to our other teammates, who are all in their early twenties, while I am thirty. She is the cousin of my good friend Nylan Adcaryn and a fledgling wizard in her own right, though I have only seen her in combat a handful of times now. She does not even carry a weapon, something I have implored her to remedy at the next village with a weapons shop. She is also very shy, especially when she is made the focus of attention, but as she has spent more time with us, she has grown more outgoing.

With two of our number already floating in the center of the river, the rest of us wade in slowly as we adjust to the cool temperature. The summer sun does little to heat the running water. Shady trees line the banks, and farther downstream I can see a lodge built by a colony of beavers. It is a peaceful setting, and soon enough, those of us who wish to are enjoying our time in the water, relaxing, talking, even attempting a few short swimming races. It is a nice way to spend the afternoon together. Sona even joins in, jumping into the river and splashing about, though she leaves before long, shaking her wet fur dry before laying in a sunny patch of grass.

“Hey.” David swims up to me excitedly after besting Adam in a race. “Didja see me win?”

“I did.” I chuckle at his eagerness for approval. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yep.” He nods happily. “How about you?”

“Very much so.” I lean forward, lowering my voice so only David hears. “Any recent nightmares?”

“No, Sir.” David shakes his head. “Not since a few nights ago.”

David is the original reason we are headed for Manamequohi, and my main reason for being a part of this group at all. When I first met him, he was a loud, impulsive, overly dramatic troublemaker who seemed to actively enjoy causing me undue stress. He is still most of those things, but the main difference is that now, we are a couple, and all his flaws only seem to make me love him more.

He is mine, and I mean that in every sense of the word, though not everyone in our group is aware of that detail. After their arrest, David attempted to earn his and his friends’ freedom by challenging me to what he thought was a fight to the death. Instead, when he lost, he became my possession, literally. Though I have many regrets regarding this event and the way I treated David in those early days, meeting and having him in my life is not one of them.

The nightmares I am asking about are the result of a series of terrible acts that occurred...  Spirits, it was not even a full month ago, though it feels like it has been much longer. That night, three and a half weeks ago, there was a mutiny among the V’rok’sh Tah’lj rangers. A cult of fanatics seeking some unknown power captured myself and David and a few others, brutalizing us for information. Finally, in an act of brave stupidity (my words), David threw himself into harm’s way to save our friend, Nylan.

And then he was killed.

But, as David has joked to his brother, “it didn’t stick.” Before the cult members had a chance to regroup, David was alive, awake, and looked very, very angry. He saved many lives that night, including my own, but the memories he was left with are fuzzy at best and traumatic at worst. Hence the nightmares. We still do not understand how he was brought back to life, but we are starting to uncover answers, and Manamequohi should hold more. We know that the sword used in the ritual and the temple it took place in are connected to Olympian myths of old, and so may David’s rebirth.

“That is good to hear.” I offer him a small smile. “I hope that continues.”

“Me too, Sir.” David nods before his eyes lock onto the riverbank behind me, going wide. “Is that a frog?” he whispers.

I turn my head to look. “I think so?” I am confused by the question, but before I can get an answer, David has leapt toward the bank, capturing the creature in his hands before it can leap away.

“Yes!” David hisses in a low voice, holding his captured prey in front of him.

“What are you going to do with that?” I eye the amphibian warily.

“Do you remember when I said I wouldn’t make fun of your fear of heights because it’s not funny when it’s something that really bothers you?” He looks over at me slyly.

“Yes?” I do not like where this is going.

“That rule doesn’t apply to siblings.” He grins evilly, then scans across the river for his brother. “Hey Mikey!”

“What’s up?” Michael turns around toward his brother, who is already headed in his direction. “What are you...” His eyes fall on David’s clasped hands. “What’s in your hand?”

“Nothing,” David replies innocently, still walking closer. “A new friend.”

“David...” Michael takes a step backward, then another. “This isn’t funny, David.”

“Aww, c’mon. He just wants to say hi!” David holds his hands out in front of him. “I bet he could jump from here to—”

“GLACIO!” the brown hair wizard calls out, pointing the index and middle fingers on his right hand at his brother and firing a beam of frost-blue light. The water surrounding David begins to freeze, crackling as it hardens. Before he can react, David is stuck in a small glacier, an iceberg in the middle of the river. I immediately hear a cackle that is distinctly Liss-sounding come from behind us.

“S-so...c-cold...” David’s hands are shivering, the frog held within leaping to freedom and causing Michael to flail backward, his eyes darting through the water to catch where it has gone.

“Not to say that wasn’t deserved,” I start, quickly crossing to reach David, “but could you please defrost him before hypothermia or frostbite start to set in?”

“Right, sorry.” My words shake Michael from his frog search. “Calefacto.” He waves one hand toward his brother, the ice quickly melting.

As soon as he is “free,” David leaps onto me, wrapping his legs around my waist.

“COLD!” I shout in surprise as his ice-cold groin meets my stomach. “Nargol’s Tusks, David, warn me!”

“Help, need warm,” David mumbles incoherently into my neck, still shivering. Somehow, this boy has the ability to be both infuriating and endearing at the same time. Or  “infuradearing” as he or his brother might say.

Oh dear. I appear to be losing my mind.

“If you’re gonna fuck in the river, at least go farther downstream!” Elisabeth jokes as David siphons off my heat, displaying his shivering middle finger.

“Do that again and I’m leaving you as a David-sicle,” Michael warns.

I spend the next few minutes helping David’s lower half warm up, rubbing my hands along his legs, thighs, and rear. His front is still firmly lodged against my own, warming up as well. Once he stops shivering, he allows me to lower him from my waist and stands, still close enough to leech heat. I am just about to ask Corrine to ensure he didn’t incur any frost-related injuries when Sona begins to growl.

“Well, aren’t you two cute?” A voice has all of us turning and looking toward the riverbank holding our belongings, seeing what looks like a young man, no older than a teenager, standing in front of them. He turns and looks at the growling wolf, smiling arrogantly. “Oh, calm down, I’m not hurting anyone.”

“Who are you?” Adam is the first to act, already walking toward him.

“Just a traveler, like you.” He looks between us all with a feigned innocence in his eyes.

“What do you want?” I ask next, not trusting him. More than the obvious, there is something about him that is off.

“I suppose that depends on what you all have here.” He begins to look down at the objects around him. “Ooooo! A spacious satchel.” His hands move to grab my bag by the straps.

“Hey!” David shouts, already rushing to exit the river. “Put that down!”

“Or what?” the boy taunts, just before turning and running into the forest with an almost supernatural quickness. Sona quickly takes off after him, barking loudly.

“Get back here!” David shouts as he rushes off to pursue him as well—completely nude.

“David, Sona, wait!” I call after both my pups as I start to give chase as well in nothing but a wet loincloth.

I am not nearly as fast, but I am no slouch—I was Ranger Captain, after all. I manage to keep the three in my sight, Sona and David slowly gaining ground on the thief. Sona is closer, but just when I expect her to start nipping at his heels, the boy turns around and blows a white powder from his hand into the air behind him. Sona has no choice but to run right through it, no doubt inhaling as she does. Her movements start to slow, until she comes to a stop, her body swaying and then falling to the ground. Some sort of sleeping powder.

Before I have a chance to warn David, the thief does it again, aiming for him on his other side. I curse myself as the cloud hits him the way it did Sona, expecting him to react the same way. Instead, I hear what sounds like an angry growl, right before David starts to run even faster. The boy hears the same growl and turns, looking back in surprise before desperately attempting to escape his pursuer.

It is a pointless exercise, David tackling him into the ground a few moments later and sending my bag flying to the side. The two bodies tumble on the ground, the attempted burglar fighting to break free of David’s hold. Coming to a stop, I hear another growl as David slams him into the ground on his back, pinning him by the shoulders. He struggles in his grip, looking up at him irate as I finally catch up.

“What are you?” He looks at David closely, right before I see one of his pinned hands turning, opening palm face up to release a bright flash.

I barely have time to close my eyes and shield myself from the worst of the light attack, but David takes the full brunt to his face.

“Aaahhh!” he cries out as he falls to the ground on his back, hands moving to rub at his blinded eyes.

“David, it is alright. I am right here.” I press one hand to his chest, my eyes busy looking through the forest for any sign of our would-be bandit.

“What happened? Who was that and why can’t I see?” David’s eyes look around at the trees and sky above us, unfocused.

“Not who—what. He was omi’kan. Fay.” At least, that is what I believe, given what we witnessed.

“He’s a fairy?” David confirms.

“A jogah. A type of forest nymph,” I explain as I help him to stand. “He used his fae-magic to put Sona to sleep and blind you before turning invisible and running off like a coward!” I shout the last part into the open forest, hoping he can still hear me.

“Where’s your bag?” David attempts to look around. “Why can I still not see?!”

“It is only temporary, but Corrine or Riley can assist if it does not wear off soon.” I look around, spotting my bag lying against a tree. “My bag is here.”

“Phew.” He relaxes slightly as I help him to walk over to it. “Are you sure he didn’t take anything?”

“It would be extremely unlikely,” I tell him as I throw it over one shoulder while he hangs onto the other. “Without knowing what is inside, the only way to retrieve anything without wild guessing would be to turn the bag inside out. That would cause all of its contents to spill out.”

“Then I stopped him!” David smiles proudly to himself.

“Yes, you did,” I say with a chuckle. “Now come. We need to help Sona.”

I aim us at where Sona lays sleeping, people already walking toward us in the distance. Elisabeth and Nathaniel, from the looks of it, both clothed but still visibly wet. Liss has something bundled in her hands, and the two meet us at Sona’s unconscious body.

“Here.” Liss tosses the bundle to David, which turns out to be a pair of pants.

Unable to see, David feels the clothing hit his side, his hands flailing as he manages to grab one pant leg before it hits the ground. “Thanks.”

“What happened to them?” She points between David and Sona.

“I believe our assailant is a member of the fair folk,” I tell them as I kneel next to Sona.

“Shit, really?” Nathaniel comments, trying to look anywhere except David’s naked form.

“Yeah, he blinded me with a magic flash,” David starts as he struggles to pull on the pants blindly, hopping on one leg, “right after he knocked Sona out with some fairy dust.”

“Fairy magic is the worst,” Nathaniel complains. “‘Fairy dust isn’t even real! It’s just ground up potion ingredients.”

“Looked pretty real.” David sounds skeptical.

“Woodland fay have the ability to ‘activate’ the properties of magical plants,” Nathaniel starts to explain. “When you make a potion, you have to activate the ingredients, usually with magic or some other kind of magical ingredient. Fairies can do that all on their own, so they just dry out and crumble up some hypnograss and then boom, sleepy-time fairy dust. It’s like making a potion without the actual potion.”

“And because of that, it is little more than a magical poison.” And seeing as I am a low-level nature-aligned spellcaster myself, I should be able to wake Sona up on my own. I place both hands on the sleeping wolf’s side. “Ikma’lota.” As I cast my spell, my hands start to glow a dim forest-green before Sona’s body does the same, processing the sleeping weed much faster than it would on its own. She starts to stir, and I move back as she stands on unsteady legs.

<Thief!? Where?!> She growls as she looks around, offering a weak bark to the trees around us.

“Gone. But we stopped him,” I attempt to soothe the confused canine. “Thank you for your help.”

She sniffs the air, looking around warily as she regains her senses. She offers a few more barks of warning to the forest but otherwise accepts my explanation. With one pup healed, it is time to fix the other. Ready to help David back to camp, I stand, and when I do so, both Liss and Nathaniel’s eyes move to my waist, Nathaniel’s going wide as he quickly looks away, blushing, while Liss has no trouble meeting my eyes, looking very amused.

“Guess I should’ve brought you something to cover up with too,” she jokes, and I look down to see that the thin, white fabric of my underwear is doing very little to hide the green contents within, especially when wet. Shit.“You two can walk behind us.”

We make our way back to camp to find the rest of the group gathered around our belongings. Some people are still drying off or getting dressed while others are inspecting their things to ensure nothing else was taken. Adam sees us approaching as he finishes pulling his shirt over his head and walks to meet us.

“Did he get away?” He looks at us, disappointed.

“Yeah, but we got our stuff back,” David responds in his general direction.

“That’s good, at least.” Adam steps closer, inspecting David’s unfocused vision. “What’s with your eyes?”

“He blinded me with magic,” David answers flatly. “Can someone point me at Cory?”

“Over here, David,” the priestess answers cheerfully. With David handed off, I retrieve my own clothing.

“Hey! Get away from there!” In the middle of pulling on my pants, I stop to see Nathaniel shooing Sona away from his bag, which she had been sniffing at quite intently. She scampers away, offering an annoyed huff in the mage’s general direction before laying down in the grass once more.

Nathaniel is the final “original” member of David’s group that traveled together across the ocean from Lutheria, landing on our shores only a month before our first meeting. He is just about as tall as David, though much lankier, with messy brown hair and perpetual stubble. He is something of a polarizing figure; while an adequate spellcaster and team member, his personality can be somewhat lacking. He is similar to David: perpetually snarky but lacking the charm that allows my pup’s humor to land better. While he seems to lack much formal training, he has proven to be exceptionally knowledgeable when it comes to magical creatures. He and Liss are also in a relationship, though it seems to run hot and cold at any given moment.

That makes Sona the eleventh and final member of our group and a somewhat unofficial one. She is a young female wolf with a beautiful black coat. We met purely by chance, just before we arrived in Pákannon. We had stopped on the road for a brief lunch and were in the middle of some sparring when we heard a yelp of pain coming from the forest. Tracking it to the source, we found poor Sona with her paw caught in a bear trap. Corrine and I were able to work together to calm, free, and then heal her, and I assumed that would be the end of it. Then a few days later, when the ten of us were facing down the threat of an uktena—a giant, deadly snake—she reappeared, attacking and distracting the serpent to give us time to regroup and slay it. After that, I realized that we had bonded—a magical connection formed between a natural spellcaster and an animal. The bond connects us, allowing us to communicate and understand one another with more than just words. So far, it has been a wonderful partnership.

“I don’t get it. How’d he get through our alarms?” Adam asks once everyone seems to have settled.

“He was a fairy,” Nathaniel answers him.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Piper grouses.

“What’s the big deal about fairies?” David asks the mages.

“The way fairies use magic... See magic, is different from us,” Tsula answers next. “It’s almost like a different type of magic altogether with its own set of rules.”

“And they’re not exactly the most forthcoming bunch, so there is very little we actually know about it,” Nathaniel adds, normally the one to have more information on a topic like this one.

“They love their damned loopholes,” Piper complains, crossing her arms. “I’ll just have to make sure my next alarm spell doesn’t have any.”

Our time swimming may have been ruined, but we still need to eat lunch. Once our bellies are full of fish, we pack up and return to the road. Though we are on guard after our riverside encounter, the rest of the afternoon is thankfully uneventful, and when the sun begins to set, we find a nice place along the road to set up camp.

With the tents stood up and the campfire roaring, we settle in for the night. Several alarm spells are cast, ones that the casters insist will cover creatures of fay origin as well. Dinner is a simple one of trail rations, but I will do some hunting in the morning. That should hopefully keep us fed until we reach Rakatune. After a little more talking and relaxing, everyone begins making their way to their tents to turn in.

David and I lucked out tonight, pulling the first and second watch shifts respectively, and while we would normally take advantage of the time alone, our thief from earlier in the day has us on edge. Or at least it has David on edge as he spends most of the first twenty minutes pacing in a circle around camp, eyes locked on the perimeter. After I point this out to him, he finally takes a seat next to me, rolling his eyes. An hour later, nothing has happened, and my shift is over. Corrine is already exiting her tent to replace me, and David has another half-hour before Riley replaces him.

“See you in a bit,” I mumble against his lips as I kiss him goodnight.

“I don’t get how you can sleep when that guy is probably still out there, waiting to steal our stuff again,” he grumbles back.

“I have you to keep me safe.” I ruffle his hair, amused at the paranoia. “Goodnight, David.”

“G’night.” He gives me a less-grumbly kiss before I leave him.

I enter my tent, undressing before crawling into my bedroll. It has been a long day, several of them in fact, but if the worst I have to worry about tonight is another attempted theft, I will take it. Closing my eyes in the darkness of the tent, I lay my head back and drift off into unconsciousness.

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David and I are running in a forest. Running from...something. Wait, what are we running from? How did we get here? I look over to David on my right, who looks panicked as he dodges between trees. With my eyes no longer watching where I am going, my body slams into a tree ahead of me, and I bounce off, falling to the ground.

“No!” David rushes to help me stand, pulling me to follow him. “Come on, we have to hurry! He’s almost here.”

“Who? Who is almost here?” I resist his tugging, needing an answer.

Before I get one, a different sound fills the air, the sky turning dark as David looks around in fear. Music, like chimes, or bells, or maybe a music box of some kind. But the notes sound wrong, the pitch off or distorted. And it seems to be coming from all around us with no clear source.

“It’s too late,” David whispers. “He’s here.”

“I don’t understand, who—”

Black tendrils erupt from the ground around us, breaking through the earth and wrapping around our limbs and torsos. Before we have the chance to fight back, we are lifted into the air. As I hang there, I see another tendril reaching for the sword on David’s back, pulling it from its scabbard as it raises David even higher. As they hold his limbs away from his body, I realize in horror what is about to happen, unable to do anything but scream as the sword is plunged into David’s chest.

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I wake with a shout, one loud enough to wake David who was asleep next to me, and possibly the rest of camp. After looking around in a panic, I realize in frustration that I was having a nightmare, and pound the ground with a fist. Dammit. That is what I get for tempting fate right before bed.

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Dom's Little Black Book: Hotel Breeding

This story begins like many others: I was horny.

It was a Friday, and work was going particularly slow. Already eager to get out of there, I hopped on my phone to hunt for some after-work booty. All my regular boys were tied up - and not in the good way - so I was stuck searching for someone new.

I didn’t have to look long before a cute cub - I’m calling him SlutCub for now - hit me up on Scruff. He had short brown hair, a fuzzy body, and was very submissive. And it just so happened that he was in town for work and was staying at a hotel near my office. We talked for a bit, telling each other about what we were into and going over some specific kinks, just making sure we were compatible. After swapping a few pictures, we decided I would meet him at the hotel after work, and once I was done at the office, I drove right over.

I walked through the lobby and made my way to the elevator. This wasn’t my first hotel hookup, but I always wonder if the front desk employees know why I’m there when I walk past them and head straight for the elevators. Not that it would stop me if they did. I punched in the floor number and waited for the doors to open. I was already starting to get hard in my pants as I thought about what was waiting for me.

Of course, once I was out of the elevator, I willed myself soft so I wasn’t navigating the halls with an obvious erection. Good thing, too, because as I made my way to SlutCub’s room, I passed a group of older teens. They were probably there for some sort of sports conference or to visit the local college. Either way, they have no idea what’s going on in any of these other rooms.

When I reached my boy’s room, I checked the door, finding it unlocked and letting myself inside. As I closed it behind me, over on the bed I was greeted with the site of SlutCub bent over and ass up, naked from the waist down. I kicked off my shoes as I approached him, grabbing his ass with one of my hands and giving it a firm smack. He moaned in response, lifting his ass even higher, and I spent a few moments squeezing and groping his cheeks before dropping to my knees.

I spread his ass with both my hands and took a good look at the furry hole in front of me. I gently blew some air over it, watching it twitch in response. I roughly kneaded the flesh of his cheeks again before spreading them wide and lowering my mouth to his hole. I licked a long swath across it, hearing a moan, muffled by a pillow, ahead of me. Not wasting any more time, I licked Cub’s hole again, and again, and then started to slowly drive my tongue inside, as deep as I could reach. All Cub could do in response was let out another muffled moan.

I squeezed his ass once more and  then settled in for a feast. I reached down with one hand and freed my cock from my pants, which hardened rapidly as I ate out my prey. I fisted myself a few times before returning both hands to SlutCub’s ass, spreading him wide and licking lines up and down the length of his ass. I felt him shiver every time my beard scraped over his hole, and so I made a point of rubbing my beard over and around his hole every few seconds. The boy could only keep moaning and writhing on the bed in response.

I continued to occasionally grope myself, working my length until it reached full hardness, and then stood up. I didn’t bother to fully strip, just pulled the front of my shirt up over my head and let my cock spring out of the singlet I had on under my clothes all day - it was a Friday after all. My rimming had gotten his ass very wet, and I spat in my hand to slick up my own cock. A boy like this doesn’t wait with his hotel room unlocked, ass up on the bed, without having enough experience to take dick with nothing but spit. After rubbing the head of my cock over his furry hole a few times, I grabbed my shaft and pushed inside.

I could hear the sound of poppers being inhaled as I made my entrance. SlutCub lived up to his name, his hole more than relaxed enough to allow for an easy entry. I don’t say that disparagingly, I’m a slut myself; he’s not loose, he’s practiced. Once I was planted all the way inside, I could feel him massaging my cock with the walls of his ass. I gave it a few appreciative spanks before pulling out and starting to  thrust.

I took my time at first, watching the glide of my spit-slicked cock moving in and out of his ass. He was very furry - something I love - and I was mesmerized as I watched the fur around his hole move back and forth with each pull of my cock. I watched the way the flesh of his ass squeezed against my groin when I bottomed out, and gave his ass a slap of appreciation in return. Time to pick up the pace.

I started moving faster, stroking but not quite slamming my cock in and out of his hole. I heard him take another hit of poppers, which relaxed his hole even further around me, and pushed me to pick up the pace as a result. His ass rippled like a pond with each slap of skin as I pounded into the hole before me. I heard myself let out an unconscious growl as I gripped his hips tighter, pounding even harder.

The two of us had still not spoken a word to each other. If it weren’t for his Scruff profile, I wouldn’t even know what his face looked like. And I loved that. I slammed away at his ass, loving the way he gripped and milked me from the inside. I put both my hands on the small of his back, pushing down as he arched his back and letting gravity do most of the work as I pounded his slutty hole out.

About fifteen minutes, after I had worked up a bit of a sweat, I was ready for a break. Relatively, because as soon as I pulled my cock from his hole. I dropped back down behind his bent over ass and went back to eating him out. His hole puffy and pink, I licked over his hole slowly, soothing the abused flesh with my tongue. I could feel it twitch against me, hungry for more.

Not content to be the only one using their mouth, once I was done with eating ass, I stood up and walked around to the other side of the hotel bed. Slutcub barely had time to look up before I plugged my cock into his mouth. Like the good boy he was, he immediately began sucking without needing to be told.

“Good boy,” I praised with a pat to his head.

I started to slowly fuck his face, stretching his throat with my cock. Holding his head in place, I pushed my cock past his lips all the way to the base, feeling his nose buried in my pubes. I held him there for a few moments until he started to gag, then pulled out to let him catch his breath. A few seconds later I repeated myself, using my cock to train his mouth and throat a while longer before pulling out. After a couple of cockslaps to the face, I walked back around the bed to his ass and pushed back inside.

Slutcub groaned into his pillow as he was filled once more. With his hips in my hands, I wasted no time in thrusting hard and fast. I could hear the bed squeaking underneath us, mixing with the rhythmic slapping noises of our skin. We’d both worked up a sweat, mine dripping down my chest and onto his back, and I was almost envious of this boy for getting to roll around in the musky sheets after I was gone.

I kept my thrusts steady, feeling things slowly starting to build up. I reveled in the way his hole would grip my cock on its way out, and relaxed on the way back in. Cub had a pillow clutched tightly to his face, moaning into it almost continuously, and making me wish I could hear him at full volume. Next time, I might have to make sure I hear every groan and squeak I force out of him. Hell, next time I’ll just have him in my own bed so I can have all of my toys and tools at my disposal.

I pulled out of his ass again, wanting to sample his mouth one last time before breeding him. I stroked his head gently as he swallowed down my dick. He was a very cute cub, with very sweet looking eyes. I pulled my cock from his mouth and leaned down to kiss him, and was pleased to find out he was good at that, too. I replugged his mouth with my cock as I contemplated how I might be able to see this slutty cub again. I hoped he visited often.

When I was ready four our grand finale, I moved back around to his ass. Ready to change things up, I climbed onto the bed and over his body, pushed my cock into his wet, open hole, and laid myself across his back. I wasted no time in starting to pound away, jackhammering my cock down into him over and over. My chest and his back are both slick with sweat, and I shut my eyes in concentration as I felt my orgasm building. When I was just about to spill over the edge, I slammed my cock down with as much force as I could muster, letting loose my first volley of cum deep within his ass. I thrusted uncontrollably with each subsequent volley, until eventually I collapsed, laying all my weight on top of my boy’s body.

After catching my breath, I nuzzled against the back of his neck before slowly lifting my hips and pulling out. Before I can even say anything, he’s turning around to clean me off with his mouth, because as I said before, he was a very good boy. We chatted as I got dressed and I learned he isn’t actually that far from home, and was a fairly regular visit to the city. I smiled and kissed him again, making sure to swap numbers since we both wanted a repeat. With one final grope of his butt and a kiss, I took my leave, the door closing behind me.

As I strode out of the hotel to my car with a fair bit of swagger in my step, I wondered again if the people at the front desk were any the wiser.

Lutherian Settlements & Colonies

After the founding of Lutheria, the Kingdom of Albion continued to expand its territory. Between the might of its military and religious influence, many other countries found themselves with little choice but to ally themselves with the hostile nation. And as they did, many of their citizens found themselves faced with the choice of living under an oppressive rule, or leaving their homes. Many attempted to flee to Lutheria, following their example of self-made freedom, but Inisfalia, the island it was founded on, was only so large. So they were forced to look further west.

Journeying across the ocean, this alliance that consisted almost entirely of humans landed on the shores of a land they knew as Nova Mundus. With a long stretch of the eastern coast open and free, the newly immigrated people began to build settlements. The first four of these were Bridgeport, Goldbury, Pinewater, and Holbrooke. While the four townships maintain business and trade relations with one another, they all operate independently.

There were some clashes with the native population as they broke ground, largely based around access to the waterfront. Most of these have been resolved by the current day, though relations remain icy. Pakannon is the only city to establish formal ties with the four settlements, and it has been working with some of the other local cities to encourage them to follow suit.

Goldbury is the northernmost settlement, named so in a fit of wishful thinking. Being the closest settlement to the mountains, its founders had big dreams of striking it rich by starting up a mine. However, several months of searching for precious metals and stones ended without a single deposit being found. As a result, the town was forced to switch its focuses elsewhere. These days, Goldbury features a thriving textile-based economy, providing clothing and other fabrics to the other settlements.

South of Goldbury is Holbrooke, known for its agriculture and livestock. The township’s defining feature is the large windmill that sits on a hill near the shore, visible for miles in the distance. Using the strong ocean winds to their advantage, this and other mills grind flour for breads and other baked goods that are shipped up and down the coastline. Curiously, while most of the settlements are by and large secular, Holbrooke contains a significant religious population. An offshoot of the Albion Orthodox Church having been established, though with no formal ties to the larger and more oppressive religious body.

The third settlement, south of Holbrooke is Bridgeport, which is also the most populated of the four settlements. Built next to the mouth of a wide river, the town was named after the large bridge that was built to connect both sides. With nearby access to bodies of water containing both fresh and saltwater, Bridgeports main industry is fishing, which also contributes to a major part of the local diet.

The final and southernmost settlement is Pinewater. Located next to some of the thickest parts of the forest, logging and carpentry are what form the basis of this town’s economy. This also led to some of the worst confrontations with the local orc population, who felt their territory was being encroached on. With the counseling of a delegation from Pakanon, formal boundaries were established defining where the settlers were allowed to gather their lumber.

In the hundred or so years since their founding, these four settlements have managed to each find their niche and grow with each other’s corporation, but that growth is limited. There are many more cultures all across Nova Mundus, most of whom have never even heard of Lutheria or these colonies. If they want to continue to thrive on these foreign shores, reaching out to their non-human neighbors may be the only way forward.

Service Duty, Chapter 4: David's Revenge, Part 2

After filling a mug with beer from the kitchen, I walk it down the hallway to my and Ragnar’s bedroom where I find David lounging in the center of the bed, looking smug. He sits up when he sees me come in, eagerly reaching for the mug and sitting back against the headboard as he sips from it. I stand by the side of the bed, trying not to roll my eyes.

“You know, if you spill any of that on the bed, Ragnar’s gonna kill you,” I tell him flatly.

“Well, I’ll just have to make sure I don’t spill then, huh?” he responds, taking another sip, cocky as can be. Dammit, why do I think that’s hot?

“So, what can I do for you next, sir?” My eyes glance over his cock, which was shooting a load down my throat only minutes ago.

“Well, I’m gonna need a little longer before Little David wakes back up, buuuuuut…” He sets the mug of beer down on the nightstand and flips over onto his stomach. “Get it? Butt.”

I bite back a groan, glad he can’t see me rolling my eyes. “Heh, yeah, I get it.”

“Great.” He spreads his legs and props his ass up. “Now why don’t you get your tongue in there?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer with a chuckle and crawl onto the bed. David has a very nice ass, and I am more than willing to spend some time rimming it.

I kneel over his upturned ass, rubbing my hands over his cheeks and the backs of his thighs. I’m pretty hairless, but David has this soft layer of fuzz all over his body that I love. Taking a hold of his butt, I spread him open, revealing more of the fur that goes all the way down his crack and over his hole. Grinning to myself, I move my face toward his ass and swipe my tongue over his hole.

David lets out a small moan of pleasure at the contact, relaxing into the bed. I lower myself to lay on my stomach, settling in as I continue to lick over his entrance. His ass still in my hands, I squeeze as I spread him even wider, pushing my tongue into his hole. He groans as the wet muscle breaches him, trying to move his legs farther apart automatically.

Still moaning, David pushes back against my tongue as I tongue-fuck him. I start slowly, pressing my tongue in as deeply as it will go inside of his furry hole and licking over it each time I pull back out. As I pick up the pace, I stop pulling all of the way back until eventually I am steadily pumping my tongue in and out of his wet and now relaxed ring of muscle. Pretty soon, David starts to shift on the bed, trying to get up on his knees and gain more leverage to ride against my face.

“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, falling forward and turning onto his back. “Okay, I can’t take any more of that. Time for you to fuck me.”

“Uh, not that I don’t want to, but…” I kneel and point at my caged cock. “Did you forget about the cage?”

“Nope!” he answers cheerily as he rolls off the bed. He bends over, reaching for the small bag Khazak gave him earlier, tossing it to me. “Put that on.”

I open the leather bag’s flap, peering inside to try and figure out what it is. Is that a dildo? I dump the contents onto the bed to take a closer look. It is indeed a dildo, a large one made of dark polished wood. It’s also attached to something made of leather straps. What I’m looking at suddenly clicks in my head: a harness. It actually reminds me a little of the one our friend Arik uses—though I bet this one isn’t magically enchanted to let the wearer feel the sensations.

I slide off the bed, David watching me as I bend over to step into the harness and pull it up over my legs. I adjust the straps around my thighs and waist so that it fits snuggly but not tight enough to cut off any circulation. I look down at the wooden cock resting on my groin just above my caged one and can’t help but feel a little pathetic.

“Looks great,” David comments after taking a sip of beer. “Now, lie on your back.”

I get back on the bed as requested, my fake cock pointing straight up as I lay flat. David follows me back onto the bed, bottle of oil already in hand. He straddles my thighs and takes the wooden cock in his hand, inspecting its details before popping the cork on the oil.

“I think this might actually be modeled after Khazak’s cock,” he tells me while lubing the object up.

“The size is right,” I add, noting the similarity myself.

“So does that mean Khazak had to stay hard and still for however long it took Brull or whoever to make this?” David asks, half-joking.

“They probably used magic, but yeah.” I nod. “At least for a little bit.”

After sharing a silent laugh, he finishes making sure my stand-in cock is sufficiently lubricated. David lifts up as he comes toward me, allowing it to pass between his legs. Now straddling my thighs, he reaches behind himself to hold the dick steady. He shifts backward, lifting his hips slightly as he finds the correct angle to push the toy in.

At least I assume because from my position I can’t see much beyond his torso. So instead, I look up and watch his face: the way he bites his lip as he presses down enough to let it pop in, the gasp he makes when it finally does, the full body shudder he has as he sinks back onto it. My own cock throbs in vain inside of its cage.

David rocks his hips backward as he rides the toy, his half-hard cock splayed across my stomach. He moans low as he bounces on the fake-cock, the bottoms of his thighs slapping against the top of mine. Despite not being able to feel or see anything, I’m still driven by the urge to thrust upward and meet him partway. Sometimes, when he lifts up enough, I can just make out the toy disappearing between his cheeks.

Sensing my problem with not being able to see (or maybe just because I keep squinting at my crotch), David pulls all the way off with a smirk. Flipping around to face away from me, he restraddles my legs. Reaching behind himself to aim the wooden cock at his hole for the second time, he backs up toward my chest. I watch as the dark head of Khazak’s copy presses against his already wet hole, forcing it wide when it finally presses in.

“Fuck,” David comments as he takes more. “It might be the same size, but this thing’s a lot stiffer than a regular dick.”

As he sinks to the bottom, I notice the light sheen of sweat building on his back and reach out to wipe my hand over the warm skin. I feel his hands gripping my legs for leverage as he starts to ride me again, my hands moving to his hips automatically. From this angle, I can watch clearly as the dark cock is swallowed by his hole before being released, again and again. Locked away, my cock futilely fights against his metal prison, wishing he could take his rightful place.

I start to hump upward again, meeting his butt halfway as it bounces up and down. I can hear David starting to breathe harder, and I watch as his hole starts to pulse and flutter around the toy. His hands are tight on my thighs, just above my knees, squeezing me tight as he lets out a long moan as he has his first anal orgasm of the night. After pushing himself all the way down to ride it out, he lifts off and falls forward onto his hands and knees.

“Fuck me,” he orders over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir!” I happily scramble up behind him on my knees.

I take aim at his now slightly-distended hole, gripping the tool attached to my harness tightly. David moans as he is stretched open again, arching his back eagerly as he takes it all the way to the base. I give his ass a squeeze with both hands before pulling my hips back, only to snap them forward just as quickly.

I fuck David with long, smooth strokes, pulling out about three quarters of the way before pushing back in. It doesn’t take long before I start to notice the telltale signs of another impending orgasm, David’s legs shaking when he crests over the edge. I keep up that pace for a solid fifteen minutes, giving David at least another ten dry orgasms, his chest falling to the mattress somewhere in the middle. As much as I wish I was using my real cock right now, I wouldn’t be able to last even half as long.

Finally, after cumming for what is probably the dozenth time, he jerks forward with a full body shudder, pulling all the way off the dildo and flopping onto the bed on his stomach. His half-hard cock is splayed beneath him, pointed backward toward me, a thick string of precum leaking from the tip. I can see a damp puddle just ahead of me, underneath the spot where I had him bent over.

“Fuck, that was…” He seems to be at a loss for words, panting as he turns on his side to face me. “I’m gonna need a minute.”

“Should I keep this on?” I ask with a little wiggle of my hips, the wet toy swaying back and forth.

“You can take it off. For now,” he adds with a smirk.

After we both stretch our legs, we sit on the bed against the headboard. David sips on his remaining beer as we take a well-earned breather. This has already been quite the night, and it’s not over yet.

“So, I gotta ask,” he starts after putting the now-empty mug on the nightstand. “Why did you seem so nervous about tonight? I mean, I knew you were already being punished, but I still figured tonight was mostly supposed to be about fun.”

“Well, I wasn’t actually sure how angry you were,” I admit. “I also didn’t really know what you had planned for tonight. Even though I’ve been doing this stuff a lot longer than you, you’re still able to take more of the rough stuff than I am.” I try not to let any jealousy bleed into my voice.

“I mean I wasn’t exactly happy about it, but it’s not like you forced me to agree to pull the prank that got me in trouble,” he tells me with a nudge to the shoulder. “Besides, if I’m being totally honest, the punishment really wasn’t that bad. Kinda seems like something you’d normally have to work hard to set up. Willing to bet some people are actually jealous of me.”

“You’re not wrong.” I can think of a few friends who would kill for a rough ranger gangbang.

“Alright then.” He puts an arm around my shoulder with a grin. “Ready to have some more fun then?”

“Yeah.” I nod, smiling confidently.

“Great!” he answers cheerfully, then pats his thigh. “Get over my lap.”

I roll my eyes at the lack of a segue but move as requested, sliding across David’s legs on my stomach. I’m spread just about across the full length of the bed, my head at the edge. David’s hands roam from my back to my thighs, paying particular attention to his soon to be target. I get impatient waiting for the first smack to come and wiggle my butt to entice him.

“What, you want to get spanked now?” he asks before finally giving me the first one.

“Mmmf. Just wanting to get it over with, sir,” I taunt, clearly not having learned my lesson yet.

He responds by giving me another two smacks in quick succession. After pausing to squeeze my ass to make sure I feel the sting, he continues to spank me on alternating cheeks. I’m not trying to keep count, but it’s kind of the only thing I can focus on. Well, that and how much my dick would like to be out of this cage.

My ass starts to feel warm around ten, but things don’t really start to hurt until around twenty. It’s nothing unbearable, but it’s enough that I have to start actively trying to not let out any noises of pain. Then around thirty I realize he might actually be trying to get me to make noise, and I stop holding back. He stops somewhere around forty, leaving me panting with a sore butt and a slightly more flaccid cock. David’s, however, is hard against my thigh.

That really wasn’t that painful, not even half as bad as the ones Ragnar has been giving me after I confessed. Still, when I feel David’s hand on my sweaty back, I just breathe and relax. My ass is throbbing, and I’m in no rush to check the damage for myself yet.

“That’ll teach you to get me in trouble,” he jokes. “Now, turn a little and roll on your side for me.”

With a stretch, I climb off of David’s lap and turn diagonally on the bed. I’m still feeling a little warm and fuzzy, so I just plop down once I’m free of his legs. I can feel David shuffling around behind me, but it’s not until he has me hike one leg up while straddling the other that I realize he’s about to fuck me. The cock poking at my ass is a pretty good clue.

“Not too sore, are ya?” he challenges while slapping his hard dick against my ass.

“Not even close.” I pull my leg up even farther.

“Good.” I look back to see him spreading oil over his cock.

The wet head pokes between my ass just before David grabs me by the cheek to spread me farther. I whine at the contact with my sore skin but only try to arch my back when I feel him start to push in. I bite my lip as I’m stretched and filled, and when I feel his groin pressing against my ass, I drop my head to the bed with a happy sigh.

David gives me a couple of teasing smacks before I feel his weight shift, lifting his hips up to pull back before sliding back in. He’s moving slowly, taking his time and really using every last bit of his dick. Ragnar fucked me this morning, and I’m still nicely opened up, so really it just feels nice.

When David starts to pick up speed, I can feel his balls slapping against my ass on every thrust while he rides me. Both his hands are on my butt, squeezing while also using me as leverage, his body weight pushing me into the mattress. From the angle I’m lying in, I really can’t do anything else but take it and just focus on keeping my hole relaxed and open.

He’s still using practically the full length of his dick, and every time it slides over my prostate, my own cock makes a futile attempt at growth in its cage. Soon, a familiar pleasurable pressure starts to build, and my hands fist into the sheets in preparation of what’s to come. As the orgasm rolls through me, my body shakes, a bitten-off moan escaping my lips.

“Fucking finally,” David says, exasperated. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

I keep my smart-ass comments to myself when David’s rhythm suddenly changes to quick, shorts thrusts. A quick look back reveals his face is all business, and his balls slap against me steadily as he chases his own orgasm. The hands gripping my ass squeeze me even tighter when it finally hits, slamming his hips forward. His cock pulses inside of me as he unloads, the sticky warmth flooding my hole. After holding himself in place long enough to make sure he’s expelled every drop, he dramatically collapses on top of me.

“Phew.” He sighs into my ear. “Alright, give me like fifteen minutes, and we’ll go for round four.”

My ass is going to be really sore in the morning, isn’t it?

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“So?” I ask Ragnar as he puts down my story journal.

“I liked it,” Ragnar tells me honestly. “Kinda curious why you included all the stuff about being nervous, though.”

“Every good story needs drama!” I defend. “Otherwise it would just be page after page of sex.”

“That’s a bad thing?” he half-jokes. “Isn’t this like the third story you’ve written about fucking David?”

“Yeah, I guess. Why?” I look him over, curious at the line of questioning. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” He rolls his eyes. “But it might be nice to read about you and your actual partner in one of these, once.”

“At least you made an appearance in this one!” I point out. “The only reason I seem to have David on the brain is because of the last letter he sent me. It was filled with all sorts of details about all the kinky things he and Khazak have been doing on the road.”

“Yes, and I’m sure reading about that has been very difficult for you.” His tone is flat, but he’s got a teasing look on his face. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom so you can tell me all about it? Maye we can do some research for your next story?”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, sir.” I grin. “Lead the way.”

Secrets & Spires Audiobook Now Available

Hello everyone! Hope you are all managing to stay cool in the head (at least if you’re in the Northern Hemisphere). Surprising even myself, the Secrets & Spires audiobook is out now! Here is your link to the online bookstore of your choice so you can grab a copy! I’m really impressed that this came out less than a month after the text versions were released. It was actually out a few weeks everywhere except Audible, because they take forever. My Three Orc Dads is also finally available on Audible, if you’ve been holding out on picking it up.

So, before any non-patrons get to see, I wanted to let you all know about some changes coming to the Patreon. I’m getting rid of the lowest $1 tier option, because it doesn’t really provide anything and I think might just be confusing when people are trying to sign up. The second and much bigger change is to the highest $10 tier. Subscribing to the now-renamed “Daddy’s Lil Jockstrap” tier now means you get to be one of my beta readers! You’ll get to read chapters from my next book months in advance, and - if you want to - leave me comments and ask me questions. Of course there’s no obligation if all you want to do is read.

Keep in mind that a lot can change between early drafts and what gets published, so you’ll still be plenty entertained by reading the full book once it’s out. Also, by signing up for this tier, you agree to this totally legally binding statement not to go around spoiling the next book for anyone else! I have opened up three additional slots for this, so upgrade now if it's something that interests you.

I also want to clarify the publishing status of current and future Patreon stories. As of right now, only “My Three Orc Dads” has been published as an actual novella. Other stories you’ve read here will also be published in the future, but only a year after the final chapter is posted. That means all my stories here will remain Patreon-exclusive for one full year, and they will continue to be available afterwards. After a year has passed, you can expect to see some new ebooks and paperbacks.

See you in August!

This Month on Patreon

Here are July’s offerings:

• 7/11: The second chapter of David’s Revenge, where Nylan (and you!) finally get to see the gift Khazak gave David for the night.
• 7/18: A brief history of Holbrooke and the other Lutherian Colonies in Nova Mundus.
• 7/25: Hotel Breeding - a quick and short story about using a cumdump on a Friday after work.

Dom's Little Black Book: Daddy D, Chapter 4

Warning: There is some pretty heavy watersports/piss-play in this Little Black Book chapter, so if that's not your thing, you may just want to skip this one!

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After catching our breaths, our cuddle break turns into a groping and kissing break. Everything was still feeling so good, and I was perfectly content to let Daddy guide me through whatever he wanted to do next. Once he was ready, Daddy extracted himself from our cuddle puddle and slid off the bed.

First, he grabbed a couple of water bottles to make  sure we were both still well hydrated. Then it was time to return to the duffle bag of goodies. He wasn’t looking for much - just something to fasten the cuffs on my wrists together. Returning to me on the bed, he bound my arms and then flipped me onto my stomach.

First, Daddy covered my body with his own, taking the opportunity to continue to bite me on my neck and shoulders. I wanted to wear his marks forever. Then he started to work his way down my back, reaching my ass first with his hands, and then his mouth. Roughly kneading and squeezing my cheeks, he spread me to tease my hole, gently blowing air over it. Then he dove in, tongue first.

I love getting rimmed. Contrary to popular belief, a lot of tops enjoy having their asses played with. I just don’t like it when someone tries to stick something other than a tongue in there. Tease and rub the outside of my hole to your heart's content - it feels great - but any boy who tries for more is gonna get some sense spanked into him, real quick.

Daddy was no slouch when it came to rimming. I moaned aloud as his tongue pressed inside of me, shuddering when I felt his beard scraping against my crack. I fisted the sheets as best as I could with my hands cuffed together, scrabbling for leverage so I could prop my ass higher and make it easier to eat. I pushed back against Daddy’s face over and over, meeting his tongue every time he thrust it forward.

Of course, all good things must eventually come to an end, and once he was finished, Daddy extracted his face from my ass before rolling me over onto my back. My wrists were still cuffed together, and I could move them easily enough, just not separate them. I looked up at Daddy to see him staring down at me hungrily.

Must be time to take some Daddy dick.

He moved onto the bed between my legs, grabbing and lifting them onto his shoulders. I looked up at him, a little afraid, but immensely turned on. He reached down and gently rubbed my belly, trailing his hand lower until I could feel his fingers behind my balls. After teasing my spit-slick hole for a minute, he reached over me to the nightstand. He sets the lube to the side before taking the rag in one hand, he empties the comments of the bottle onto it with the other.

“This will help you relax, cubby,” Daddy reasoned, putting the rag in my hands and then moving my hands to my face. I got the idea.

Lubing his cock up, he shuffled forward on his knees, my legs bending as he reached down to guide himself to my hole. Ooof. It burned going in. I took a hit of poppers from my rag and felt my hole relax. I could feel Daddy rub at my chest and I looked up, meeting his concerned eyes. I felt a surge of warmth, and not just from the poppers.

I focused on breathing and trying to stay relaxed. I could feel Daddy’s hands moving over my body and his thighs rubbing against mine. It had been years since I last bottomed. And even longer than that since I last enjoyed it. But I wanted this. Once he was all the way inside, the pressure was so great it was all I could do not to push him out. Daddy leaned down to kiss me, nearly folding me in two, but I happily wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back.

Once he could feel that I was relaxed enough, he pulled back and started to fuck me with slow, gentle thrusts. The pain went away quickly, thanks to the molly. With the popper-rag in one hand, I used the other to rub at Daddy’s chest and play with his nipples. He was making steady thrusts into me, only pulling about halfway out each time. Between the warmth of the room and the thump of the bass, I started to lose myself in our movements. The poppers probably helped too.

We changed positions, Daddy pulling me towards the corner of the bed so he could stand. Still on my back, he re-entered my ass and began to fuck with more force and speed. Any pain I’d felt so far has been completely overridden by these intense bursts of pleasure each time my prostate is nailed. I had felt things similar to this before, but never this strong - I’d never actually wanted to bottom before. My breath started to get shorter the more forceful his thrusts became, and I could hear high pitched whines and moans coming out of my mouth every time he pushed back in.

Soon though, I started feeling something strange, some sort of tension building inside me. It felt like I had to pee, but only when Daddy was in me - when he pulled out, it went away. Not wanting to ask him to stop, I said nothing and just focused on holding in my piss. We had been making sure to stay hydrated, so I figured it was probably that he was just pressing down on my full bladder, but the pressure kept increasing. Eventually, I knew I had to warn Daddy before I ruined his sheets.

“Daddy…” I half groaned, half whined. “Daddy, hold on, something weird is happening,” I was squeezing the rag from earlier tightly in my fist.

Daddy looked down at me quizzically, pausing his thrusting for a moment.

“What’s wrong, cub?” he inquired.

“It feels like I’m gonna piss myself if you keep going. Can I run to the bathroom real quick?” I offered.

Still looking at me questioningly, he followed up. “You like watersports don’t you, boy?”

I did. “Yes, sir...but I don’t want to mess up your bed.”

With a cocky smirk, Daddy bottomed out in my ass again. “Just let go, cubby.” And he started to fuck me again, with fervor.

Oh god. I white-knuckled the rag again, the sudden pounding catching me off guard. The look on Daddy’s face was one of hunger and determination, but for what, I wasn’t sure. Not only was the pressure in my bladder continuing to build, but I could feel all of my muscles tightening up, too much. Something was happening…

As Daddy continued to pound me, the tension finally snapped, and all of my muscles seized up at once. I started spraying piss all over the both of us, like a dam had burst and all the water was rushing through. My jock did nothing to stem the flow, showering both of our stomachs and chests. To this day, it remains one of the most intense feelings I have ever experienced in my life.

And then it happened again. And again. And again. I lost count after the first five. Daddy just kept wringing orgasm after orgasm out of me, and every time he did, I would soak us both in a fresh stream of piss. Or at least piss-adjacent. It was mostly clear, like water, but with some viscosity to it. Almost like a combination of water, cum and pee. I have no idea how scientifically accurate that is, I just know what I felt being rubbed into my chest as Daddy fucked another one out of me.

I don’t know how long Daddy kept it up or how many times I came. I’m surprised I wasn’t completely catatonic by the time he was finished. I felt him drying me briefly with a towel before pulling me in for a cuddle on the bed, my head draped over his chest. We let ourselves rest, cooling down and catching our breaths. Physically, I could tell my body would love nothing more than laying down for some sleep right now. But mentally, I was nowhere near done for the night.

After we rested, we were ready for another round. Puttering around the room briefly, I saw Daddy looking between the door and a large empty glass on his nightstand.

“What’s up, Daddy?” I asked.

“I gotta piss, but I really don’t wanna leave the room, so I’m thinking of just doing it in this.” He gestured to the glass.

As he grabbed the glass and aimed his cock at it, I wordlessly slid to my knees in front of him. We already engaged in this kink a little tonight, so fuck it, let’s go balls to the wall.

“You don’t have to use the glass, Daddy,” I informed him from my spot on the floor.

He looked down at me, confused for a second, before the lightbulb went on. Putting the glass back down, he grabbed his cock and pushed it into my mouth.

“Swallow.”

I didn’t let a single drop spill. Pretty good for my first time, right? I swallowed down everything Daddy gave me until he was empty. When I looked up at him, the cocky smile on his face was practically beaming.

Goddamn that was hot. I would happily be this man’s urinal.

Daddy helps pull me up before pushing me back on the bed. This time on all fours. I don’t know exactly how long we went for, but it wasn’t until early the next morning when we decided we were finally finished. We fucked each other in every way we could think of. He’s had me doggy, missionary, on my side - and every time I got to experience my fun new pissgasms. I got my turns topping him again as well, on his back and bent over the side of the bed.

When we started to notice dawn’s light peeking in through the window, we took stock of ourselves and the room. It was warm and muggy, smelling like the muskiest of locker rooms. The bed had sweat stains and spots from where all my piss sprayed out, or leaked over my chest and stomach. I was soaked in sweat, and my neck and shoulders were covered in red and purple bite marks and hickeys. Daddy, however, was mark free, though looking dead ass tired, and who could blame him.

We needed to get some sleep. We also should probably get cleaned up first, at least a little.

We didn’t though. Fuck it. Daddy climbed into bed and laid me next to him, pulling the slightly damp sheets over both of us. We snuggled up close, as much body contact as possible, and just reveled in our raunch. As I laid there, covered with my Daddy’s scent and marks, I drifted off to a happy and restful sleep.

Eastern Avural Ug'dol/Nova Mundus

Here it is, a full-color, high-quality map of part of the east coast of Avural Ug'dol/Nova Mundus! You've got V'rok'sh Tah'lj in the center, and all of its surrounding lands. This map will also appear in the Storms & Sacrifice hardcover, so keep your eyes peeled for news on that!

Service Duty, Chapter 3: David's Revenge

“Where are they?”

“They’ll be here soon. Calm down.”

“They said they’d be here ten minutes ago!” I almost-snap at Ragnar.

“So they’re running late.” He shrugs and rolls his eyes. “What are you so nervous about? Wasn’t this your idea?”

I’ve been pacing back and forth in our living room for the past fifteen minutes, trying not to stare at the clock. It’s been a week since David spent the day on “service duty” for the rangers, a punishment he received as a result of a prank that I put him up to. He was just supposed to swap out Ragnar’s usual pot of ink for one that turns invisible… but then it turned out Ragnar’s boss, Chief Grandtooth, was borrowing his office that day. Needless to say, David ended up with a sore ass—in more ways than one—and to help make it up to him, I agreed to … tonight.

“Says the guy who isn’t about—” A knock on the door cuts me off.

“That must be them.” Ragnar gives me an amused look as he walks to the front door.

“Hello, Ragnar,” Khazak greets his friend with a smile on the other side of the door.

“Khazak, David, come on in.” He steps to the side and lets both men enter our home. “We’ve been expecting you.”

“Can I get anyone anything to drink?” I ask as the two of them take a seat on one of our couches. “Water? Beer?”

“I’m good.” David eyes me with a smirk as he practically prowls to his seat.

“I am alright as well.” Khazak looks amused at David’s obvious eagerness, setting his bag to his side.

“Khazak and I are going to visit a bar after this anyhow, so…” Ragnar pats the spot next to him.

“Great,” I say, going high-pitched for a second. Why am I so nervous?

“So, you already know that as part of his punishment for his prank-attempt, I’ve agreed to let David ‘borrow’ Nylan for the evening,” Ragnar starts to explain once I’ve taken my seat next to him. “But before things get started, I want to go over some ground rules.”

“I’m all ears,” David replies as Khazak sits next to him wearing a knowing smile.

“I’m giving you control of Ny, but I’m still the one in charge.” My own sir points his thumb at himself.

“And I am still in charge of you.” Khazak nudges his avakesh in the side.

“Which is why the two of us will be staying for the first hour and giving the orders,” Ragnar continues.

“What? Don’t trust me to know what I’m doing?” David challenges, his tone all teasing.

“My boy is a delicate flower, and I just need to make sure you treat him properly,” Ragnar replies with a grin, pulling me into his side as I roll my eyes. “First, and this should go without saying, but you’re not allowed to hurt him in a way that would seriously harm him or leave a permanent mark.” He squeezes my shoulder, though I wasn’t actually worried.

“What? I wouldn’t do something like that.” David is surprised at Ragnar’s words.

“Good. Second, after we leave, no one else is allowed over here.” Ragnar points to the front door. “I know you might be sore after having to take care of most of the rangers at the station, but that’s not an option for revenge.”

“Of course not. What exactly do you guys think I’m gonna do to him?” He looks between us and then to Khazak. “I don’t even know that many people here.”

 “Look, it’s just stuff I gotta say,” Ragnar clarifies. “So that there’s absolutely no confusion.”

“Alright, understood, sir.” David gives a silly little salute. “Anything else?”

“Just one.” He reaches into his pocket to pull out a metal contraption he’s only used on me a few times before—a chastity cage. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely going on.” David nods with a wide smile, already off the couch.

“And staying on for a week!” Ragnar informs-slash-surprises me as he stands, handing the cage off to David. “He’s all yours.”

“Thank you, sir.” David accepts the gift with a grin, then faces me. “Alright boy, strip and spread ’em.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I say with a shake of my head as I stand and do as I’m told.

“Like you aren’t,” he scoffs, crossing his arms and watching me strip with intent.

It doesn’t take me long to get naked. We don’t usually wear much around the house, just a shirt and some shorts, maybe some underwear. Which I may have skipped wearing tonight altogether since I knew this was happening. Just to avoid wasting time, of course. I toss what I am wearing to the side and return to my seat, spreading my legs wide as David kneels between them.

“Don’t get used to this,” he tells me as he slips the base ring of the cage down my shaft, which is already getting hard. “This’ll be the only time I’m the one on my knees tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” I taunt as he attaches the rest of the cage.

I shudder when my shaft is encased by the cool metal, making it lose some of its hardness. He quickly attaches the two pieces, clicking the lock closed before standing back to admire his handiwork. I frown at my groin and the attached cage.

“Alright, enough pouting,” Ragnar tells me. “Why don’t you two kiss and make up?”

David grins, wiggling his eyebrows at me once before pulling me into him and kissing me. He wastes no time, his tongue immediately seeking entrance into my mouth. I let out a squeak of surprise when I feel his hands move down to my ass and squeeze me roughly.

“Oh yeah, definitely spanking that later,” he taunts me.

We make out like that in front of our men for a few minutes, David still taking the lead as he plays with my butt. I dare to reach one of my hands down and rub against his crotch, finding him already rock hard. The hands on my ass tighten as he grinds against my palm.

“I think you might be wearing a little too much clothing, David,” Khazak comments as we break our kiss.

“I think you might be right, sir.” David grins at me, already unbuttoning his shirt.

He sits down to pull off his boots, setting them to the side while he pulls off his shirt, pants, and jockstrap. He tosses them all onto a corner of the couch before retaking his seat, locking his hands behind his head. His hard cock points up against his stomach, precum already starting to gather at the tip. It might be smaller than our orcs’, but it’s still a pretty nice dick.

“Get on your knees, boy,” Ragnar orders behind me. “Show him what you can do with that mouth.”

Happy to do as I’m told, I sink to my knees between David’s legs, spreading his knees with my hands. Since I wasn’t given explicit instructions, I start by leaning forward and licking a stripe up the base of his cock. Then I wrap my lips around his head and swallow him down in one smooth stroke.

“Holy shit,” David gasps, hand shooting to the back of my head. 

I smile around the base of his cock, happy to have caused that reaction. I follow up by bobbing up and down on his shaft nice and slow a few times, my cheeks hollowed out from the suction. This is supposed to be part of an apology, so I’m trying to give him some of my very best work.

“He likes when you pull his hair,” Ragnar sells me out from behind. “And he can hold his breath for a surprisingly long time.”

I look up and lock eyes with David as he processes that information, his grip getting even tighter. He starts to guide my head as I move up and down his shaft, not quite trying to fuck my face, just letting me know he can. Each time I reach the base of his cock, he holds me down a little longer, testing Ragnar’s boast about my breathing. He wasn’t lying.

“Since we are talking about things people like,” Khazak starts, “Nylan, pull off and move down to his balls. David: no touching your cock.”

“Yessir,” David replies without a hint of disappointment as I pull off.

I dutifully move my mouth farther south, nuzzling against the furry sack and taking a quick whiff of his musk. I start to slowly take my tongue over each of his balls, David’s body shifting in response. He moans softly, his cock gives a nice twitch as I suck each one into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see his hands twitching at his sides, aching to touch himself.

“Good,” Khazak praises me. “Now, move lower.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” David answers before I’ve even pulled his ball out of my mouth.

He lifts his legs, hooking both arms behind his knees as he bends himself in two to present his hole. He might be more flexible than I am. It’s hard not to laugh at his eagerness, so I cover myself by doing exactly what I’m supposed to and eating his ass. Can’t blame the guy for liking his ass played with. I am well acquainted with how good it feels myself.

I lap over the fuzzy hole, not missing the way he pushes against my tongue. I focus more closely on my target, running my tongue around the rim of his hole in slow circles before pushing all the way in. He moans, hands still around his legs, but I can tell he wants to grab his cock. His legs twitch every now and again as I tongue-fuck his hole, his toes curling.

“Alright, back to his cock” is Ragnar’s next order. “David, let’s see what you can do.”

“You got it, sir,” David replies, setting his legs down when I pull away.

He surprises me by standing up and pulling me toward his cock. At first my hands scrabble for purchase on his thighs, but I find my balance, trusting David to keep me from falling too far back. He thrusts his hip forward in time with the movements of my head, meeting me halfway each time he fills my throat.

“You know what I kept thinking the whole time I was tied up in the ranger station?” David asks me from above. “‘I’m glad I’m the one doing this instead of Ny because there’s no way he could handle it.’”

I look up and glare as best I can while getting my gullet stuffed.

“But I bet you would be fine if we kept it to just your mouth, huh?” he teases with a wink, holding my face against his crotch.

“You’re probably right,” Ragnar agrees. “He’s been telling me about how badly he wants to blow Chief Grandtooth for years.”

“Maybe we could set him up under a desk for a while,” David suggests.

“You know, we’ve actually done that already,” Ragnar reveals. “A few times.”

“No shit?” David responds in disbelief.

“Have you ever noticed the way he sometimes seems to show up for lunch out of nowhere?” Khazak adds, revealing my secret.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” David mutters from above.

I (somewhat stupidly) didn’t realize that Khazak knew that little secret, and I feel my body flush red. David very clearly loved the story, his cock seeming to grow even harder in my mouth. My cock tries to do the same in its cage but is of course just met with stubborn inflexible metal.

At the same time, the grip on my hair gets tighter, David fucking my face with almost the full length of his cock. I haven’t gagged once, but drool is starting to leak out of my mouth and down my jaw. His balls slap against my chin in a steady rhythm, and I can barely see because my eyes are watering, but I can’t lie—I’m loving this.

“You are really fucking good at this,” David tells me, half-growling. “I’m getting close.”

I moan as best I can around the cock in my throat, though I don’t think that announcement was for me.

“What do you think? Should we let him cum?” Ragnar asks Khazak.

“Well, he has listened to all our instructions so far,” Khazak reasons. “And I would like to get to the bar before it gets too late.”

“Alright, you heard him. Feed my boy that load,” Ragnar instructs.

“Yes, sir!” David happily agrees.

It already feels like he’s thrusting as fast as he can, his movements getting more and more shallow until he’s barely pulling even halfway out of my mouth. With his prick perpetually tickling the back of my throat, I have to focus harder on not gagging and timing my breath. It’s a lot of work, but when I feel that cock start to twitch, expand, and then get shoved all the way into my throat so it can explode with a moan, I know it’s all worth it. God, I love sucking dick.

David’s chest heaves above me as he catches breath, his body still twitching as he rides out the last of his orgasm. Cock still hard, I suck out the last few drops of his cum, the rest of it already in my stomach. I know my face is a mess, but I still make sure to give David my best happy cocksucker smile when I pull off him with a soft pop.

“That was awesome.” David sounds a little dazed, and he looks a little sweaty, too.

“I’ll say,” Ragnar agrees.

“Very good show, boys,” Khazak congratulates us.

“Thank you, sir,” David replies before helping me to stand. “You, uh, need a towel?” he asks, looking over my messy face.

“Yes,” Ragnar answers, holding the one he was keeping at the ready just for this. “At least before I say goodbye.”

He turns me toward him, wiping my face gently before leaning down to kiss me slowly. His tongue does not venture very far into my mouth, not eager to taste David’s load, but I can still feel the heat behind it—especially when he reaches down to grab my ass. He likes seeing me used. When we break apart, I can see Khazak doing the same with David.

“David, I got you something special for later,” Khazak tells him, reaching into his bag to pull out a smaller bag.

“Thank you, sir.” David accepts the bag, looking surprised.

“Alright, you boys know the rules,” Ragnar says as they start toward the front door. “We’ll know if you break ’em.”

“We will be back in the morning,” Khazak tells us, throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Be good.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir,” we say in unison as they exit.

“Have fun!” David adds before closing the door. “I know I will.”

“So… what’s in the bag?” I ask, immediately curious.

“Lemme see.” David opens the bag’s flap and looks inside. At first he looks confused, but after reaching in and moving whatever it is around some, he’s back to grinning widely. “This is amazing.”

“What is it?” Now I’m even more curious.

“You’ll find out,” he tells me as he closes the bag, still grinning. “You know, I think I will take that beer now. Meet me in the bedroom.”

Still naked with bag in hand, he walks down the hallway, all swagger. While part of me wants to smirk and roll my eyes at my friend’s cockiness, the other part, the part locked in this damn cock cage, loves it. I sigh contentedly to myself. This is what I asked for.