T. M. Chris
A young man looks at the camera while a larger man stands behind him so that only his chest is visible

His Brother’s Brat epilogue

Kael danced like he’d taken a hit of E, all frenetic passion—alternately grabbing at Simon’s crotch and grinding back into it. He was drunker than Simon, though only on excitement, with his pupils dilated and a light sheen of sweat coating his skin, looking positively edible. If Simon had come to the bar alone, he would be hoping to go home with Kael.

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Text says "you're sewing me?" "I'm lacing you."


He caught Dalin’s eye and grinned, putting enough menace into his smile to have Dalin looking apprehensive. Good. Dalin ought to be apprehensive. Tonight was going to be fun. As soon as Atalanta got rid of these straight-laced ass-lickers, the real party could begin.

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Text says: Behave or I won't even let you watch

Watch Me Watch You

What Kevin got right now was a view of Petey’s ass, the cheeks cupped by a taut stretch of white lace peeking out beneath the red satin of his robe. Beyond Petey was Marcus and his covetous eyes, eating up the beauty that was Kevin’s boyfriend, anticipating what he was about to do to it.

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A ping pong paddle resting on a surface

Pledging Allegiance

Last year the paddling would’ve been administered by his very own boyfriend, Vadim. But then last year he wouldn’t have had to act out to get what he needed. Vadim had happily administered punishments in his room nearly every single night—intimate over-the-knee spankings, sharp swats with a ruler, an occasional session with the belt or whatever other implement Vadim happened to come across.

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A man with his shirt off looking at a mirror image of himself

Same Sex

I meet myself at a keg party. Leaning against a counter in an over-bright frat house kitchen, a red Solo cup of the usual half-warm, half-flat, thoroughly-awful beer in hand, listening to my bestie Lydia babble about all the babes in the room as I scan it in pursuit of[…]

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Nipple with ring seen through a woman's fingers


Content warning: this story includes instances of dubious consent I first realized my wife enjoyed a bit of nipple pain early in our courtship when my teeth grazed her nipple and she moaned. I’m not slow to jump on anything that turns a woman on, so I made a point[…]

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A fiery scene with a shadowed male figure, a demon in the background, and the text "One Man's Hell"

One Man’s Hell

The Devil surveyed the man in front of him: slim, short, blond, powerlessly naked against the looming bulk he’d assumed for purposes of intimidation, but not intimidated. The man–Gavriel, his paperwork said–stood strong but not defiant with his hands clasped behind his back and his head down, sneaking little peeks[…]

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Bare-chested man on bed holding handcuffs

He fastens the cuffs …

He fastens the cuffs around my wrists, right one first. I’m right handed, so when my right hand is immobilized I feel immediately restricted, then doubly restricted when the left is immobilized too. He always does the right one first, whether we’re standing or lying, in bed or on the[…]

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