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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?” 

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Now available: Husband, Husband, Neighbor on Kindle

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.

Husband, Husband, Neighbor

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. 

Husband, Husband, Neighbor is a 10,500-word novelette. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+. 

Resolutions

To kick off the new year, Tobias resolves to be more organized. Graham, his ever-devoted husband, promises to be more supportive. Together, they order Max—a state-of-the-art domestic assistant, to help them meet their goals. 

At first, Max is everything they hoped for: efficient, helpful, and discreet. But Max doesn’t just handle chores. He evaluates. He adjusts. He corrects. 

Tobias thrives under the structure, rising in his company with militant precision. Graham, meanwhile, finds himself changed in quieter ways. He’s stripped down, streamlined, and reconditioned into a new ideal. Their home becomes cleaner. Their speech becomes calmer. Their intimacy becomes… programmed. 

As the Shield encasing Graham grows tighter and Max’s influence seeps into every word and gesture, what began as a shared commitment to improvement becomes a descent into beautifully engineered submission. 

Resolutions is a 30,000-word erotic techno-dystopian romance about transformation, hierarchy, and the tender terror of letting go. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+. 

Eurosong Protocol

Thom, a brooding American singer and songwriter, never expected to win Sweden’s national song contest and earn the right to represent them at Eurosong. With a stripped-down love ballad and zero choreography, he defied the odds and became a global glitch in the system. But SwedeTV wasn’t sure Europe would vote for him, so they’re not taking any chances. 

Plunged into the surreal world of Europe’s largest televised music competition, Thom is renamed, re-costumed, and reprogrammed. His emotional song becomes an obscene, hypersexualized pop anthem. His guitar is replaced with flashy dance routines. His name becomes Toomas. His accent is rewritten. His bulge is enhanced. 

What starts as minor “orientation” spirals into full-body reconditioning: vinyl suits, autotuned vocals, sensual compliance training, and eroticized surveillance. As the days count down to the Grand Final, Toomas must decide if he’s still Thom somewhere inside or if he’s just another bulge-suited product engineered for continental affection. 

Darkly funny, disturbingly erotic, and piercingly satirical, Eurosong Protocol is a body-horror pop odyssey that asks: what’s left of you after fame finishes sculpting? 

Eurosong Protocol is a 26,400-word novella. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+. 

Eurosong protocol (chapter 3)

Catch up on chapter 2 of “Eurosong protocol.

The Voice Cage

Thom didn’t know what day it was anymore, but it had been at least a week since the suit. It hadn’t come off. It hadn’t even loosened. 

He’d stopped trying to escape from it after the third day. With the collar locked in place and no zipper, it had been an exercise in futility. He showered in it. Slept in it. Woke up each morning to the same high-necked yellow gloss staring back at him from the bathroom mirror. When he dressed over it—SwedeTV-approved trousers and geometric pullovers—the suit made every layer sit too tight, too high. His skin no longer felt like skin. It felt like packaging. 

And, of course, there was the bulge. Or what was left of it. 

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Eurosong protocol (Chapter 2)

Catch up on chapter 1 of “Eurosong protocol.

The Measurement Room 

The handler didn’t speak. 

Nor had he the night before, when he delivered Thom to his new residence just past 23:00. He handed Thom a keycard without explanation and disappeared into the corridor like a shadow from a forgotten nightmare. This morning was no different. Tall, angular, and dressed in SwedeTV-standard black with white piping, he walked precisely five steps ahead of Thom, maintaining just enough distance to preempt conversation. 

Thom had counted three right turns, one left, and then a ramp with no apparent descent before he gave up. The broadcaster’s headquarters were impossible to navigate—white on white, matte surfaces broken only by the occasional glowing icon pulsing on a wall panel. No signage, no windows. Even the lighting was unnatural. 

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Eurosong protocol (Chapter 1)

The Winner

Tune in over the next several weeks as American folk singer Thom discovers what it really takes to represent Sweden on the biggest stage in Europe. 

The carpet was too soft. Every step Thom took sank just slightly, like walking over memory foam. The corridor walls stretched too long and curved just enough that he couldn’t tell if they were leading him deeper or circling back. The production assistant hadn’t said a word since they’d left reception. The tall, expressionless man in a black polo shirt with the SwedeTV logo embroidered on his chest—no badge, no name—just pressed on. 

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Stored (Chapters 1 and 2)

Chapter 1: Caged Silence 

The silence roared in my ears. The rubber hood amplified my pulse, the hiss of filtered air slipping in and out of the breathing tube, and the subtle, maddening sound of latex creaking as I shifted the barest fraction of an inch. 

I was sealed in, encased from scalp to toe in black rubber, bent at the knees, and arms folded tight to my chest in the smooth, padded hollowness of a hidden chamber. Anyone glancing at it saw nothing more than a piece of designer furniture, a custom walnut bench beneath the living room window. Seamless, elegant, and dead silent. 

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Stored

Charlie once ruled boardrooms in sharp suits and sharper words, a self-assured executive with everything under control. Until Brian. Charismatic, calm, and unshakably dominant, Brian didn’t take Charlie’s control away. Charlie gave it to him. 

What began as flirtation turned into a bond deeper, and darker, than Charlie ever imagined. From whispered rituals to permanent chastity, from obedience to objectification, Charlie’s descent is tender, terrifying, and utterly complete. 

Now, stored beneath a polished wooden bench in the middle of a suburban living room, sealed in rubber and silence, Charlie listens to the man who owns him laugh with guests just inches away. He is no longer a partner, no longer a man. He is furniture, and he has never loved more completely. A devastating, slow-burn tale of erotic surrender and identity erasure, Stored is a haunting journey into submission, devotion, and the beauty of being unmade. 

Stored is a 7,000-word short story. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+. 

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