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Now available on Kindle: I Want to Be a Cyborg

2025-08-29 / admin bot / 0 Comments

When Matt’s carefully controlled life begins to crack under the weight of a secret desire, he turns to an obscure online forum in search of something he’s never dared voice aloud: the need to become a machine.

What begins as a fantasy spirals into something far more immersive when he counters Ben, a man offering a full sensory protocol, promising conversion, not cosplay. With his reality overwritten and his identity suspended, Matt submits to a new existence. Sleek, obedient, and inhuman.

A realistic illustration of a man with metallic, robotic facial features and a glowing blue cybernetic eye, blending human and cyborg elements, looking straight ahead against a neutral background.

I Want to Be a Cyborg (Chapter 2)

2025-08-25 / admin bot / 5 Comments

Read Chapter 1 to get caught up before reading on…

The Threshold

Matt drove with the radio off. The rising sun bled over the hills in golden streaks, catching on windshields and bouncing off silos. Mount Horeb thinned out fast, replaced by long stretches of dry fields, baled hay, and distant barns like toy buildings in a sea of beige. About an hour into the drive, Jim texted.

Mornin’ babe. Saw your note. Tell Danny I said hi.

Matt forced a smile and replied.

Will do.

I Want to Be a Cyborg (Chapter 1)

2025-08-18 / admin bot / 4 Comments

Flesh and Chrome

Matt came with his eyes open.

Jim’s back arched slightly atop him, fingers curling into the sheets as he let out a quiet, familiar growl. The ceiling fan spun overhead in lazy circles, evaporating the sweat from their bodies and infusing their shared afterglow with a hint of chill. A floorboard creaked beneath their bed. In the silence that followed, Jim exhaled and rolled back over to his side, letting his body go slack.

But Matt’s body didn’t follow. His mind was still alight with his secret desires. He blinked slowly, and for a long moment, he was able to successfully delay reality’s inevitable return. In his imagination, his skin wasn’t flushed and freckled, but smooth, mirror finished, and free of pores or blemishes. His arms were chrome. His thighs reflected the light. Each breath was a servo-whir, each moan a filtered audio file marked “submissive_pleasure_014.” An output report immediately followed each climax response.

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A magazine spread shows four men standing outdoors, smiling at the camera. They are dressed in casual button-down shirts, with greenery and pink flowers in the background.

Kiss cam

2025-08-04 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Everyone had seen the footage a thousand times already, so no one in the conference room spoke when it played on the screen. Someone’s shaky camera phone had recorded the Jumbotron at a concert over the weekend, and eighteen seconds of wobbly, tinny video had taken the internet by storm. Now, two marriages and a billion-dollar company were put to the test.

The stadium crowd roared in the background, but the audio was turned down. Adam’s body pressed close against Gareth’s. Too close for a CEO and his head of human resources, especially when they were both married to other men. Adam’s chin rested near Gareth’s neck, and their drifting, intertwined hands rested just a little too low on Gareth’s hips. “KISS CAM” flashed beneath their blissfully ignorant faces in bright red block letters.

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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 on Kindle: Husband, Husband, Neighbor

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.

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Eurosong protocol (chapter 3)

2025-06-02 / admin bot / 1 Comment

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.

Eurosong protocol (Chapter 2)

2025-05-26 / admin bot / 2 Comments

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.

Eurosong protocol (Chapter 1)

2025-05-19 / admin bot / 1 Comment

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.