Male/Male Archive

Masked Submission by Claire Thompson

“Good evening. Dylan, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Hi.” The stools on either side of Dylan were occupied. He controlled a sudden urge to push one of the occupants off their stool so Tomas might sit down.
Instead Tomas leaned down, saying softly to the man on his right, “Martin, would you mind terribly giving me your seat for […]

Magic and the Pagan by Mychael Black

Farther down the corridor, there was movement. Massive leathery wings the color of cinnamon brushed along the walls on either side of the…creature. Two giant horns protruded from its head, and when it turned to face Evan, a wide grin broke across the creature’s face, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. The creature’s gaze flickered to […]

“What possessed me to do this?”
Seth chuckled and Robbie stared up at him.
“Something about lack of work in Baltimore, I recall.” Seth ruffled his fingers through Robbie’s hair. “Come on. Rise and shine.”
“It’s too damn early.” Robbie grumbled as he tossed back the covers.
“You’ll get used to it.” Seth gave him a grin and a […]

Sam stripped off his shirt and slid out of his pants. Donovan took his wet things for him and hung them next to his own. They stood staring at one another. Sam could feel his heart thudding in his chest. He could feel his cock straining in his bikini underwear, the tip pressing up against […]

Scarred by JM Snyder

I stand undressed before Coby, unashamed, compliant, gone. I’m not here, this is just a hollow shell, my body waiting for him. Waiting.
“Turn around,” he commands.
I obey.
He sits on the bed and studies me, the bruises on my hip where McBane hit me with a bottle when he came by last week, the cigarette burns […]

Dragon’s Stone by Lena Austin

It was a dark and stormy night…
Jack turned away from the window in disgust. Now he was thinking in clichés. Wasn’t his life crazier than any novelist could dream up? Okay, so the thunderstorms had lasted four days already, cooping him in the apartment with his lover, Aneurin. Normally, this would not be a bad […]

Coming Home by L. Picaro

“End of the line.”
Jerry opened his eyes and yawned.  He hadn’t expected to fall asleep, but the cozy, warm interior of the car and the hypnotizing effect of the snow on the road lulled him to slummberland.  “North Platte?”
Robert nodded, a strand of dark brown hair falling into his eyes.  “Every hotel I’ve seen has […]