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Category: Dom/sub (Page 2 of 4)

A dark, high-contrast image of many shell casings, with a reflective surface that catches the light, creating a textured effect.

Spent casings (chapters 1 and 2)

2025-04-14 / / 0 Comments

Chapter 1 

The inside of U-Shoot-It Firing Range and Supply smelled like oil, sweat, and scorched earth, like the air after a lightning storm, but heavier. Will Reed hesitated outside the doorway, one hand resting awkwardly on his hip like he didn’t know what to do with it. The front desk guy had given him a clipboard and a set of eye and hearing protection without looking up. Standing outside the range’s heavy double doors, he realized he had no idea what came next. The rules were pinned bold, red, and unapologetic to the wall: No rapid fire. Always point downrange. Cross-lane shooting is explicitly forbidden. 

The flannel shirt he’d pulled from the rack at the discount store itched against his skin. It still smelled of sizing spray and had the price tag on the inside of the left armpit. He owned the shirt since he paid for it, but it was still just a costume for him. Instead of wearing it, the shirt wore him. He stretched the hearing protection over his head and settled the pads over his ears, then adjusted the baseball cap he’d bought on a whim last week. The brim was too stiff, and the logo too clean. 

He looked wrong in this place, and he knew it. 

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A glossy black shoe box with a thin white stripe across the middle, placed on a textured beige surface.

Bound in black and blue

2025-04-07 / / 1 Comment

Donovan hadn’t been expecting mail. The knock at the door startled him out of his whiskey-hazed stupor, where he’d been curled on the couch, nursing the ache of something old but still sharp. Patrick was out running laps around the neighborhood, steady and consistent as ever, which left Donovan alone as usual, with his thoughts for company. 

He shuffled to the door, opened it, and stopped. 

A large, sleek black box sat on the welcome mat. The return label rubbed away into smudged illegibility, but he knew what it was. His stomach tightened as he bent to pick it up. 

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Numbered assets

2025-03-31 / / 3 Comments

Drake always told himself he wasn’t like the others. 

He knew all about his boyfriend Michael’s specialist kink—the serial numbers, the leather gloves, the obedience conditioning. He’d watched the transformations, the way Michael smoothed men over, reprogrammed them and paired them off like dolls. He’d seen the glassy eyes and the scripted lines. Hell, he’d even helped pick outfits and personalities for their new lives as retired assets after Michael lost interest in them. 

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A glitchy, sepia-toned image of a bedroom with two twin beds. The ornate, dark headboards and patterned bedspreads are partially distorted by digital effects. A small nightstand with a book or papers is placed between the beds.

Pleasanton hospitality

2025-03-24 / / 0 Comments

Frank’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as they pulled into town, knuckles pale beneath his sun-darkened skin. The truck groaned a little under the weight of Brendan’s belongings—a life packed up in boxes after a messy breakup Frank had no interest in hearing about. 

Brendan sat hunched in the passenger seat, arms folded, jaw tight. His thick-rimmed glasses slid a little down his nose every time they hit a bump. He pushed them back up with a tired flick of his finger. He wore a gray hoodie, threadbare from too many washes, and skinny jeans cuffed above worn sneakers. His dark hair was shaggy, grown long at the sides—messy in a way Frank suspected was intentional. 

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Confession

2025-03-17 / / 0 Comments

The confessional was dark, save for the flickering candlelight casting broken patterns against the wooden partition. The air, thick with ghostly wisps of incense, felt even heavier with something deeper—unspoken desires pressing against the walls, waiting to be exposed, waiting to be exorcised. 

Nathan knelt on the worn leather cushion, his hands folded tightly on the tabletop. His belly, straining the buttons of his shirt, pressed against the prayer kneeler with each shallow breath. The act of kneeling itself sent a strange thrill down his spine. He closed his eyes and exhaled, slow and unsteady. 

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A grayscale digital illustration of a person sitting at a table with an open laptop and a coffee cup. The focus is on the cup and laptop, with the background softly blurred, depicting a casual and relaxed atmosphere.

Sidelined

2025-03-03 / / 0 Comments

Journal entry: March 3rd

Location: The goddamn coffee shop. Across the street. Where I always am.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe if I get the words out of my head, they’ll stop echoing so loudly. Maybe if I force them onto the page, I’ll finally see how absurd all of this is. How ridiculous. How wrong.

Or maybe—God help me—I just want to remember.

They’re at the restaurant again. Our restaurant. Or at least, it was ours, once. Now it belongs to them. Rod and Jason. The happy couple. The perfect pair. The ones who fit together like puzzle pieces while I sit here alone, watching.

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Protected: Sealed in silicone

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A close-up of a formal clothing ensemble featuring a textured dark blue tie, a black bow tie, and parts of a gray dress shirt. The ties contrast with the smooth fabric of the shirt.

When the bow breaks

2024-10-28 / / 0 Comments

The uniform clung to Gavin like a second skin, too tight in all the wrong places. The white shirt stretched across his chest, revealing the faint outline of his nipples and every twitch of muscle beneath. The polished brass buttons bulged at the seams, threatening to pop if he exhaled too hard. His black polyester pants were no better. Snug to the point of humiliation, the fabric molded to his thighs and pressed into his groin. But the worst part by far was the bow tie. It was a cheap, garish strip of synthetic fabric, fastened tightly at his throat and barely large enough to tie correctly. It perched there like an afterthought, making him look small and silly, a visible marker of his demotion.  

Gavin adjusted it nervously, his gloved fingers fumbling as he tried to make it sit straight. But no effort could stop it from looking ridiculous, especially compared to the sleek silk neckties the other building residents wore. Their ties draped elegantly, knots thick and proud against crisp, starched collars. Neckties were the mark of men who led; men with Interpersonal Dominance Indexes over 65. Men with power. On the other hand, Bow ties were reserved for those who had failed to measure up, those with IDI scores of 65 and lower. Followers. Not men, just overgrown manboys.  

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Keypad couple

2024-10-07 / / 6 Comments

Dave’s thick fingers brushed against something unfamiliar, something rectangular, beneath Ed’s waistband as they cuddled on the sofa. Figuring it must’ve been part of the new gear Marc had brought over during their latest hookup, Dave ignored it and continued gently fondling Ed’s package. The bearish husbands had struck the jackpot when they invited Marc into their newly open relationship. Not only was he handsome, muscular, and perpetually horny, he was totally content to remain Dave and Ed’s side piece; a nonthreatening addition to their rock-solid marriage. 

The gear was just icing on the cake. Dave and Ed were initially suspicious that Marc’s gifts of shiny, skintight fetish gear would come with strings attached, but Marc never asked for anything in return. All he cared about was that Dave and Ed wore them during their hookups. It took the middle-aged bears some getting used to, but before long, they’d incorporated the sleek Lycra bodysuits and rubber jockstraps into their sex life even when Marc wasn’t around. For the past week, they geared up after dinner, exploring each other’s bodies while binge watching bad TV. The Lycra suits clung to their stocky frames and reflected the light with a glossy sheen. It was a bit of sexy fun; something new and different to spice things up for the forty-something couple. 

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The Office Dad

Hal never expected to become the “office dad” when he took a job at a tech startup. But on his first day, with a tight shirt clinging to his belly and the weight of past failures dragging him down, he found unexpected warmth from a group of young, excitable tech bros. Hal’s wisdom, life experience, and, strangely enough, his fatherly presence soon make him a key figure in the team’s success. 

As the team leans on him for guidance—and even belly rubs for good luck—Hal realizes he might have found the sense of belonging he’s been missing for years. But not everyone is just looking for advice. When his dynamic with one young colleague takes an unexpected turn, and the company’s CEO starts asking for more than business mentorship, Hal must navigate new relationships, desires, and a growing role he never anticipated. 

Dive into this heartwarming, humorous, and unexpectedly spicy exploration of second chances, unconventional bonds, and the many forms that fatherhood can take. The Office Dad is a 12,400-word novelette. All content in this story is fictional and describes activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+. 

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