Month: July 2025

A person wearing a black leather glove rests their hand on a wooden table. They are dressed in a dark suit with a white shirt cuff visible. Sunlight shines through a window onto the table.

Quiet quitter

2025-07-28 / admin bot / 2 Comments

Stephen hadn’t been to the top floor since orientation.

The elevator rose slowly, the numbers ticking upward in silence. No music, no chimes announcing each floor in turn, just the soft hiss of climate-controlled air and the faint smell of disinfectant. Stephen leaned against the brushed steel wall, hands balled in the pockets of his too-worn chinos. On his hip, his laminated ID badge had started peeling away at the corners.

The higher he went, the quieter it got. The HR offices were mostly empty. At least, that’s how it used to be. Except for open enrollment season when an army of temps descended on the office, it was usually just Candace the receptionist, always on her phone; Gloria from Payroll, who still printed everything; and Donna, the department head, whose greatest skill was scheduling meetings that solved nothing.

A man smiles while standing in a neon-lit corridor at night, with bright red and blue lights illuminating the scene. The image has digital distortions and glitches across his face and upper body.

Dad State (Chapter 4)

2025-07-24 / admin bot / 0 Comments

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Return to Trevor

Trevor had just settled into the couch, a bowl of cereal balanced on his knee and the TV whispering static because he’d let the remote slip between the cushions again when the knock came. Two short raps, then a pause, and one final knock, polite and firm.

Trevor froze. No one knocked on doors anymore. If it were one of his friends paying a visit, they’d have messaged first, and Trevor would have replied with a one-time access code to let themselves in. He set his cereal on the coffee table and lumbered over to the door.

Room for Two

2025-07-21 / admin bot / 0 Comments

The Producers’ Meeting

Ryan sat motionless at one end of the long, black conference table, his spine a rod of resistance, his arms folded tightly across his chest. A single droplet of condensation rolled down the untouched pitcher of water in front of him, slow and voyeuristic, as if the room itself were waiting for its occupants to break a sweat.

Luis, by contrast, had begun to wilt. He slouched next to Ryan, loose limbed and leaking energy, one knee bouncing nervously beneath the table like a trapped animal in fight-or-flight paralysis. Unlike Ryan, a sheen of sweat glistened at Luis’ temples. He didn’t touch it.

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Dad State (Chapter 3)

2025-07-17 / admin bot / 3 Comments

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Intercepted

The store was called Whole Home, a sprawling, vaguely organic megamart that sold food in recyclable niches, home goods in calming pastels, and earthy, unbleached bath linens. Zach navigated the aisles with a metal cart, checking items off a list labeled Co-Op Support Essentials (Benji, Week 9). His eyes scanned the shelves with programmed efficiency. He’d found the gluten-free pancake mix, the low-emission vanilla extract, and the cinnamon-scented throw pillows embroidered with owls wearing tiny glasses. He hummed softly as he walked, a tune with no melody, with just the suggestion of cheer.

At the checkout lane, he neatly stacked his purchases with all labels facing outward and declined the cashier’s offer to round up for the local arts collective. “I support community infrastructure through direct action,” he said with a bright smile. Then he bagged his items himself.

A smartphone screen showing app icons. The center icon features a red heart with a yellow lock inside, suggesting a focus on health and security. Other visible icons include App Store, Maps, Settings, Health, and Home.

ChastiDate™

2025-07-14 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Last Night on Poundr

Zane and Micah lay tangled in the rumpled sheets of their Boystown loft, still sweat slicked and buzzing from the night before. The haze of cigarettes and cologne lingered in the air, commingling with the faint trace of poppers. A third body had once been part of the heap, some perfectly forgettable twunk named… Kyle? Keegan? Kian. Definitely Kian. But Kian had stumbled out sometime before dawn, leaving only a cock ring and a half-empty can of IPA on the windowsill.

Zane yawned, stretching his lean, tattooed arms. “Check your phone yet?”

Three men stand in front of modern suburban houses. Two are older and wear glasses and casual shirts, while the third is a younger, muscular man with a beard and bare chest. The sky is clear and blue.

Now available: Husband, Husband, Neighbor on Kindle

2025-07-13 / admin bot / 0 Comments

A gay chastity romance of temptation, denial, and surrender.

Dylan and Paul are thick, fortysomething suburban husbands with a secret spice to their sex life: chastity play. It starts as a fun experiment. A steel cage, a weekend apart, and a playful sense of control. But when a blizzard delays Paul’s return from a business trip, Dylan’s self control begins to unravel. Every touch, every thought, and every hour alone in his cage makes him more desperate.

Enter Mike, Dylan and Paul’s newly jacked neighbor with a smug grin and a home gym full of temptation. What begins as a harmless crush warps into something far more dangerous as Dylan’s sexual frustration distorts his judgment and his sense of loyalty.

What happens when a kink meant to bring two husbands closer invites a third man in? When denial becomes devotion, and submission becomes a way of life?

Equal parts erotic and emotional, Husband, Husband, Neighbor is a slow-burn gay chastity romance that explores what happens when desire gets caged, but obedience gets set free. Read chapter 1 on the site, and buy the whole story on Kindle.

Dad State (Chapter 2)

2025-07-10 / admin bot / 1 Comment

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Rejected but Dutiful

Zach arrived each morning at precisely 6:45 a.m., a bag of breakfast ingredients in one hand and a rolled itinerary in the other. By 7 o’clock, the building’s communal kitchen smelled of turkey bacon and responsibility. Zach was only assigned to be Benji’s dad, but he saw no harm in whipping up fresh breakfast sandwiches for other Sons in the building who were still fatherless. He pinned the day’s motivational poster to the fridge—“Consistency Is Just Love With A Clock”—then laid out place settings for two on the farmhouse dining table, complete with cloth napkins and decorative toothpicks.

Then he waited. 7:30 came and went, and then 8 o’clock.

Benji never came down.

A pair of sleek black leather gloves rests neatly on the dark brown armrest of a leather chair, with soft lighting highlighting their smooth, shiny surface.

The glove and the collar

2025-07-07 / admin bot / 0 Comments

The rectory was still, lit only by the faint golden spill from a desk lamp. Father Brad Whittaker sat at the edge of an old oak armchair, the burner phone hidden in his palm like contraband. The screen glowed in the dark, casting a blue light over his knuckles, which were white from the way he gripped it.

He scrolled an app he swore he’d delete after just one more look. Profiles, a mostly anonymous and faceless parade of torsos and gear, harnesses and collars, whipped past. One profile pinged.

Dad State (Chapter 1)

2025-07-03 / admin bot / 1 Comment

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The Processing Center

The shuttle moved without sound. No engine hum, no road friction, just the faint whir of internal diagnostics running in the dashboard. Zach sat alone in the backseat, hands folded, posture unnaturally upright, as if summoned by instinct rather than intention. Outside, the world slid past in antiseptic slices. Parking lots, empty walkways, and sleek fences topped with soft-beeping security domes all melded into a blur. Zach’s life as he knew it was over.

A sign, “DadNet District Activation Hub—East Quadrant,” flashed by before the vehicle made a seamless ninety-degree turn and glided into a narrow bay. When the doors unlocked, he didn’t move. He waited for the melodic chime and the polite digital voice.

“Welcome, DadNet Unit 70855. Please proceed inside.”