"This is you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine as he moved inside me. He stilled me, forcing my body to relax, his rhythm now a desperate but forceful deliberate reclaiming. “This, right here.” His hand gripped my pectoral muscle, his fingers outlining my heart. “This is mine. Remember? He cannot touch this."
The Minotaur's member was as long as a spear, and looked as much as dangerous. Theseus had ventured into the depths of the Labyrinth to slay the beast, yet found himself navigating the equally perilous maze of his own soul. What secrets lie at the very heart of the Labyrinth? Will the fated hero be able to conquer the abominable creature?
I stood as tall as I could and lifted my chin upward. "I knelt to him. I gave him my oath. I am his eromenos now, in truth." I kept my voice even. "The training… it is not what you think. It is an agreement. And I have chosen to obey." Theron stared at me as if I were a stranger, someone else standing before him.
On the night of his 18th birthday in 1885, a handsome, blond and blue-eyed Texas ranch hand is brought by his foreman father to the dastardly owner’s grand house; there the youth learns that life ain’t fair, in this raunchy saga.
He began to move, not with the force I was expecting, but with a slow, deliberate calculation, his hands releasing my chest, moving all over my torso in a claiming I didn’t understand. I kept my eyes closed as he used me. This was my duty. I belonged to him. Erastes and erominos. Sparta’s acceptable union.
I fought for a feeling. For the memory of Theron's mouth on mine, his hands in my hair, the look in his eyes that saw me, and not the ghost of a better son. And that feeling, that secret warmth, was the only reason my trembling legs still held me up. It was not my weakness. It was the only strength I had left.
“You will learn discipline,” Brasidas grunted, his breath smelling of metal and wine. “You will learn strength. You will learn that a mind is nothing without the will to enforce it.” He released me, and I stumbled back a step, my skin burning where he had touched me.
I saw Theron approach. He did not charge. He simply stood, his presence a challenge in the still air. I could not hear their words, but I saw the set of Theron’s shoulders, the unyielding line of his spine. I saw Brasidas turn, his laughter a silent, ugly gesture that I felt in the pit of my stomach. My heart was a frantic drum. Don't.
The Royal Affair is not just a story of power and passion. It is the story of the forbidden, of longing pressed too close, of hands brushing where they should not. And once the line is crossed, there is no turning back.
399 BC. 18 year old Lysander is about to be claimed by a teacher, to be taught the ways of the Spartan Soldier, to become a true pupil, an eromenos to an honoured soldier, and to be tethered to the man he has fallen in love with. Only there are other suitors, and Lysander is about to begin a journey that will go against all Sparta stands for.
The first of a two-part story about gladiators in ancient Rome. A bit intense in places, with domination, injury, and some bloodshed. Part 2 will be posted shortly.
The Royal Affair is not just a story of power and passion. It is the story of the forbidden, of longing pressed too close, of hands brushing where they should not. And once the line is crossed, there is no turning back.
Michael's last summer before college was supposed to be ordinary—until his parents rented the carriage house to a handsome older grad student. What starts as stolen glances turns into a summer of lost innocence.
Rural Arkansas. 1960s. Thomas lives with his family on a small plot of land bordering a rugged, infamous swamp. Stuck at home with a tyrannical father, he makes a haven of the wilderness, where he meets an intriguing stranger and begins to discover that the many legends surrounding the swamp might not all be make-believe.
In 1603, a young scholar with secrets of his own is sent to debunk a boy's strange confession of wolfish crimes. But for men who walk forbidden paths, the truth is far more dangerous than any myth. (Inspired by historic events.)
Machiste, the champion of Thebes is challenged by Ursus the giant wrestler of a rival kingdom. The prize for the winner is the city of Thebes. Will Machiste continue to defend his people or will Ursus end the story of Machiste and take over his people and land.
Rural Arkansas. 1960s. Thomas lives with his family on a small plot of land bordering a rugged, infamous swamp. Stuck at home with a tyrannical father, he makes a haven of the wilderness, where he meets an intriguing stranger and begins to discover that the many legends surrounding the swamp might not all be make-believe.
Cato is invited to meet with the powerful Thaddeus Waxon with thoughts of climbing to new social and political withing Roman society, while grappling with his forbidden attraction toward Waxon's enigmatic ward.
The German colonial government in East Africa 1910 wants new gold fields just discovered but have to go through the tribal traditions to get them. That involves beating the tribal wrestling champion. The German bring a young but massive wrestler, Bruno. He will wrestler Konga, the village champion. A battle of the titans is set up.
Jack, a British naval Lieutenant, is drawn into the erotic world of the Samurai by an aristocratic Japanese officer during a royal visit to Japan in 1922.
Cato finds himself in the company of the dangerous Thaddeous Waxon, a former military officer of the Roman empire, and decides to play tricky a game of power and sexual desires to win him over.