Prison Island 22 (Teaser)

“You take care out there, okay?” Francesco pulled Mouse close.

“Will you let me sleep already?” Mouse complained.

Francesco had made sure to tire his boyfriend out. The dawn was still far, and Karl and Mouse were supposed to leave at its break. As soon as he heard Mouse snoring, he moved quietly from their bed and out of the hut.

Karl had taken to sleeping by himself, and as always, he didn’t care about Ty and Anya. Francesco entered his hut and crouched by his side. “Hey,” he whispered, “you asleep?”

Karl moved in his sleep, but soon he appeared to be awake. “Cesco?” he asked groggily.

“Yeah. I want to talk to you.”

“What about?”

“Out there, keep Mouse safe, okay?”

Karl snorted and stretched. Francesco smirked, knowing that the fucker couldn’t see him in the dark. Let him believe he was on top.

“Did you come to me with that kind of stuff? What’s in it for me?”

“Dunno. Respect as a leader?”

“Bullshit.” The asshole sounded so smug.

“Okay, thought so. Let me speak your language. You’ll get a blowjob.”

“For real? A bj? What the fuck? I can get thousands of blowjobs every day.”

“Not from me, you can’t,” Francesco pointed out. “I’ll lick the head the way you like it,” he added.

Karl stirred. “You here to pull my leg, Cesco? I can tell you think I’m dumb.”

“No, idiot. If you keep Mouse safe, I’ll blow you.”

“No way. Too little.”

“Okay, should I throw in two blowjobs?”

Karl moved so fast Francesco had no time to react. Soon, the blond was on top of him, and the memory of those times from before rushed to him. His entire body stiffened, but Karl did nothing but keep him there. He was naked and Francesco could feel his tool, pulsing and alive against his own crotch. “I’m not your pity fuck,” Karl said through his teeth.

Francesco knew how to pay attention now. There was the same desperation in Karl’s voice, as he had noticed before. “You’re not. It would be payment for services rendered.” He struggled against himself to relax.

Karl hesitated. He was starting to consider it. “I want your ass, too.”

Francesco sighed as if it pained him to acquiesce to such demands. “Fine, whatever. Just bring him back in one piece.”

“I want it now.”

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Different Kinds of Mouthful - (The Used Boy - Part Two)

Andy is in dire need of cash but doesn't want to go back to Mr. Torelli. He tries to sell his mouth on the streets, and things don't go well, as he ends up having to suck off a gang of thugs for free. After he's let go, Mr. Torelli appears, and Andy learns that the man has many ideas when it comes to punishment.

This work contains various kinks and fetishes, such as pissing, piss swallowing, oral gangbang, cum play, and others.

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Two months passed since Andy had been in Mr. Torelli’s office and made to swallow the man’s cum like a whore. The money had lasted for a while, but Andy hadn’t managed to find a job that paid a livable wage. It crossed his mind often to pay a visit to Mr. Torelli again, but he didn’t dare to. That time, he had been hard while humiliated and forced to gobble down the man’s spit and lick his shoes. He couldn’t see how he would live through something like that again.

Only the thought made his skin go all goosebumps. But no, he couldn’t admit to being a cocksucker.

Still, he had no money. However, he had a skill, sort of. Without going back to Mr. Torelli and let the guy humiliate him only because he was poor, he could do something. The thought was enough to put a spring in his step.

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The weather was getting a bit chilly, and his jacket was a joke. He pulled it close to his body and searched for cars with his eyes. He had seen that kind of thing in that area. Guys in cars with hardons pulled to the curb and offered whores money in exchange for a suck. He could do that.

A beat up car stopped near him. Andy dragged his feet to approach the window being rolled down. Whoever drove that clunker couldn’t pay much.

A man in his late sixties stared at him from the driver’s seat when he leaned over. Andy grimaced. The guy looked greasy and had shifty eyes.

“Looking for some fun?” Andy asked with half the mouth.

The man grinned. “I’ll give you ten bucks for that mouth on my dick. Fifteen if you swallow.”

Andy pulled back. “Piss off,” he said and went back to the sidewalk.

The man waited until Andy flipped the bird at him. The driver threw an insult and drove off.

That sucked. Maybe the hour was wrong, or there weren’t many guys interested in getting head from dudes.

“Hey,” someone shouted from his right.

He turned to see a group of five street thugs walking toward him. Fuck, that was bad. Without saying a word, he turned on his heels and started walking, faster and faster. He broke into a sprint as the sound of hurried steps followed him.

It was too late. Someone grabbed him from behind and pushed him to the ground. Then there was a bag pushed over his head, and he saw nothing. Even his shouts were muffled, and terror struck him.

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He was pushed into a chair and felt his hands pulled back and tied up. Then the bag was taken of, and he came face to face with a guy not much older than him with an ugly smirk on his face. He had a chiseled chin and dark eyes, and his hair was styled in cornrows.

“So, you thought you could start selling on my turf, bitch?”

Andy could feel the blood draining from his face. “I wasn’t doing anything,” he protested.

“No shit. My boys saw you shaking your tail around. Nobody does that on my turf, get it?”

Andy nodded eagerly. “Got it. Sure. I’ll know better next time. I won’t come here no more.”

“You bet your ass you won’t. Now tell me and don’t lie. What were you doing out there?”

Andy looked around. The other guys were just as young, and they were all looking at him with smirks on their faces. They wore expensive tracksuits and looked like gym rats.

“Hey, I’m here,” the first guy said.

Andy looked at him. If he said the truth, the guy would wreck him. If he lied, he would do the same, or maybe worse. “I was trying to make some money,” he mumbled. “You know how it is.” He looked away, but the guy caught his chin and forced their eyes to meet.

“How?”

“How what?”

“Don’t play dumb. And you won’t get out of here the way you walked in, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Then just beat me up already and let me be,” Andy said, finding some courage to push those words through his mouth.

The other guys laughed. Their leader only smiled. “I’m asking you one last time. How did you want to make money?”

“By sucking cock,” Andy said with bravado while staring back.

Hooting and laughter followed.

The guy leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms. “Guys, we have a cocksucker right here. Man, it sure brings back memories.” He shook his head.

Andy didn’t care to find out more. He just wanted to get a beating and be allowed to leave. That kind of pressure was making him break into a cold sweat.

“Should we do him like we did that guy when we were in the slammer?” he asked.

Slammer? These guys had done time? Andy began to tremble slightly. There was a chance he wouldn’t get out alive.

“Yeah,” the other encouraged their leader. “Let’s make him choke!”

Andy began to thrash, trying to get his hands free. The gang leader stood and grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Easy,” he said with a broad grin. “You were out there, looking for a cock to suck. Now, you get five.”

Andy stopped and looked at the guy, not believing his ears. “I’m not a cocksucker,” he mumbled. “I was just trying to make some cash.”

“Well,” the guy stood and unbuckled his baggy pants, “tough luck. You’re going to suck our cocks like the good little bitch you are.”

Andy wanted to protest some more, but the guy shoved his cock in his face. He had no other choice but to open his mouth and let it get filled with manmeat. The thing was thick and uncut, and Andy gagged at first.

“Oh, yeah,” the thug said while grabbing his head with both hands and starting to slam his cock down Andy’s throat.

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 Prison Island 21 (Teaser)

“Suck my cock, Cesco,” Karl pleaded as he pushed the head against Francesco’s cheek.

“No way.” Francesco looked the other way.

“I’ll give it to your slutty boyfriend, then.”

Before he had time to say anything, Karl had planted his cock over Mouse’s face, and the redhead, like he was conditioned or something, grabbed it and began licking it.

It should have made him mad, but instead, his cock twitched so hard that Mouse gasped and lifted his legs higher to let him penetrate him deeper. The sight of that fat cock on his boyfriend’s lips was enough to make his head spin.

Karl’s cock was leaking precum like crazy. Mouse lapped gently at it from one side, and looking at that rosy tongue wrapping around the glistening head made his mouth go dry. He leaned in, with the intention of biting Karl’s cock, not hard, but enough to send him running.

The smell of the other’s crotch hit him. It aroused him even more. He planted his lips on Karl’s cock from the upper side, and the blond grunted in disbelief. He could always do it; he could sink his teeth in that meaty member and teach Karl a lesson or two about getting between other people.

But that wasn’t what he wanted. His and Mouse’s lips met round and round as they both began to lick and suck the hard cock between them.

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 Prison Island 20 (Teaser)

They were supposed to be asleep by now, but it looked like Mouse couldn’t sleep. Francesco moved slowly and knelt by the other boy. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He was saying that, but it was easy to tell that he had been crying. “I just thought I lost you forever.”

Francesco chuckled and caressed Mouse’s hair. Day after day, they were all starting to look like savages, their hair growing too long and matted. Karl had taken to cutting his close to the head with that knife, but others no longer cared. “You didn’t. I’m here.”

He sat beside Mouse and rested his back against the wall. “Why are you in here for, Mouse?” There was no better moment to ask.

Mouse tensed. “Why do you ask?”

“I want to know. I’d like to know the guy I’m in love with.”

“I didn’t think you truly meant it,” Mouse said.

Francesco hooked an arm around the other’s shoulders. “You’re the first guy I’ve truly been with. The others forced themselves on me.”

“And the last?” Mouse teased.

Francesco’s thoughts wandered at Morgan and his firm hands holding him while giving it to him hard, yet gently. “Stop changing the subject, you sneaky. Come on, it’s not fair that you know everything and I don’t.”

“You’ll think differently of me.”

“I don’t care if you killed someone.”

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 About all my series and how I write...

I'm not usually the kind to make a big mess of things, and I like to believe that I'm organized as a general rule. Yet, when it comes to writing these erotic stories, I find myself in the position of having too many ideas fighting for dominance in my head. There are a lot of type of men I like, and even more types of sex I want them to have between themselves, so I believe I'll have to work on keeping them - and my imagination - in line.

One way to deal with the bouts of new ideas, I noticed, is to give in the temptation once in a while and write a short story. However, I tend to feel quite attracted to my characters - or else, I wouldn't write about them - so most of the time I don't want them to star in a single story. I guess that's my way of saying that my shorts are not one-shots, but parts of other series... 

Which brings me to the necessity of creating some sort of structure for my stories:

Prison Island

This is the long-form series I'm working on, and I'll be sticking with it for as long as needed to bring it to a conclusion. Actually, Prison Island will even have a sequel, and together will form a larger series. Since I'm planning the boys to have a life beyond their sentence on the island, and the plan I have for that part is quite long, I saw no sense in just making it part of a work called Prison Island.

The title of the large series is We Were Not Angels, while the second part with Francesco, Karl, and Mouse beyond Prison Island will be named In It For Life.

I believe, at this point, that the series will have accompanying stories, with the other boys, Leon, Ollie, Ty, and Anya. 

In a nutshell, this is the short plan for Prison Island and the rest of the content related to it that I will create.

Schedule: 1-2 chapters per week, around 6 per month, to be as exact as I can be.

The Human Bearer

This work in special in a way that deals with very particular kinks. First of all, it's Xeno love and lust, and it's a story with snakemen and male humans who can carry their eggs. It's not the easiest stuff to write, but it does excites me a lot, and I kinda have a soft spot for the main character, Riordan, who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut, and that's why he gets punished for it in ways only an alien could administer. 

Since there is a second character there who drew the readers' attention, Tasha, I figure that he will also get a story for himself. Unlike Riordan, he's caught in a strange love triangle, with a powerful alien and the alien's son who gets hard for him at the drop of a dime. 

Schedule: On this story, I only work when I have time and inspiration, so it's pretty irregular.

The Used Boy

I envision The Used Boy as a collection of shorts that are linked between them, but I wouldn't call them chapters, or parts, because they don't have the same flow as the series described above. So far, I only have the first installment - The BJ Boy - published (you can get it if you subscribe to my SubscribeStar at any tier).

This series is about Andy, an 18-year old punk who gets hired as a cocksucker by a 40-something ruthless businessman. The BJ Boy is about his initiation in sucking cock, although he's a straight boy who thinks he'd never take dick in his mouth ever. You can read a fragment from this short story here, on my blog, only that I think you will have to check the older posts to find it.

The second installment is in the pipeline right now and I'll have it ready sometimes this month. I will publish a short fragment here, but it will only be available on SubscribeStar. It will also focus on more oral initiation, and it will contain more kinks, like bukkake, pissing, piss swallowing, and other oral stuff.

In the long run, Andy will go through many more other initiations, and I do have a plan for at least 5-6 installments in the series.

Schedule: highly irregular. If I get more subscribers, I'll be able to free up more time to write on this story. 

Danny Boy

Unlike Andy, Danny, the hero of this series, is not a clueless 18yo. He's 25 and he drinks a lot because his father is very demanding. He has secret gay fantasies but never acted on them. The Hostage - also available on my SubscribeStar for tiers Bronze and up - is about how he gets kidnapped by a dangerous stranger and turned into the guy's bitch all night long. 

This part is all about hot noncon sex, kinks like the use of beer for enema, and other crazy stuff. Danny just likes it a bit too much, too.

As far as my plans go, this series will also have some 5-6 installments.

Schedule: highly irregular.

 Prison Island 19 (Teaser)

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“I don’t usually fuck boys like you,” Morgan whispered, teasing his ear. “But there’s something about you, in your eyes, that just says ‘fuck me’.”

Francesco shivered as Morgan kissed his neck. He was bucking his hips back, enjoying every thrust. 

“Are you happy with yourself?” Morgan teased him in a husky voice. “Making any man or boy with a working cock want to fuck you silly?”

“How do I do that?” Francesco moaned.

“Too bad that you don’t know. You’d make much more powerful men than me lose their heads over you. You’re sex on a stick, baby, yeah, that’s what you are.”

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Prison Island - Why are there chapters without sex?

I write smut, and it's what motivates me, so I realized that some readers might end up disappointed that there are chapters without sex. While I like reading stories with a lot of sex, I want the sex to have sense. The sexless chapters are the links that connect all the smutty scenes so that they make sense in a way that I find it logical.

 Prison Island 18 (Teaser)

“Morgan,” he asked after a while, as the warmth of the tea began spreading from his belly to the rest of his body, “who are you, really?”

“Are you Karl’s spy?” The dark eyes glinted with amusement.

Francesco shook his head.

“Then forgive me if I won’t tell you.”

“Did Karl’s dad send you?” Francesco asked abruptly. He stared into his tea cup, holding it with both hands.

Morgan tipped his chin gently. “Clever boy. Pretty, too.”

He blushed and looked away. He hated himself for being such a whore, and under Morgan’s gaze, he could feel his blood rushing to his cheeks. It was enough for a man like that to pay him any mind, and he couldn’t help thinking of –

Morgan took his cup and put it down. Then, he took Francesco’s face into his hands and began caressing it with his thumbs. Francesco couldn’t help but stare into those black eyes who now seemed lit up with hidden fire.

“You are scared, aren’t you?” Morgan asked softly.

Francesco nodded.

“Abandoned kids grow up scared of the world,” Morgan added.

“I wasn’t abandoned,” Francesco protested, but he didn’t struggle. He enjoyed Morgan’s hands on him, caressing him so tenderly.

“Daddy not much home, though, right?” Morgan asked.

“I don’t really know my real dad,” Francesco said matter-of-factly.

“Let me take care of you,” Morgan said and when they kissed, it felt like dying a little on the inside.

 Prison Island 17 (Teaser)

“Anya, stand up,” he said through his teeth.

Anya obeyed. He was shaken and he was holding one hand over his ribs where that asshole must have hit him. 

“You almost killed us all today,” Karl continued. 

“I know, I’m sorry --”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Francesco expected Karl to slap Anya as he had done with Ty, but nothing like that happened. 

“I don’t give a fuck about sorry! We,” Karl gestured around at the entire group, “don’t give a fuck about sorry!”

“What is he going on about?” Francesco muttered.

“He’s right,” Mouse said.

“What?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

Mouse had his mouth set in a hard line. “We’re in this together, Kekko. One of us makes a mistake, we all pay for it.”

Francesco wanted to argue, but Karl began talking again. He was circling Anya and bored his eyes into him like he was vermin and needed to be put out. “You,” he said and pushed one finger hard against Anya’s shoulder making him lose his balance for a moment, “have to make up for it.”

Anya just shivered and nodded, his eyes cast down. 

“The fuck you’re waiting for? Strip and go over there. Ass in the air,” Karl ordered.

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 Will Karl, Mouse, and Francesco be a thruple?

I have imagine Karl, Mouse, and Francesco having a hot threesome, and it happened on page already, but the more I write and add to the story, the question of whether they could become involved in a polyamorous relationship and not just for sex is taking shape in my mind.

I have yet to find a satisfying answer to this, especially since the story keeps getting more and more complex, with Francesco being the moving force that stands behind the others' actions more often than not. I'd like to go there, but I'm not sure if it's going to happen in this story.

By the way, Prison Island will surely have a sequel, and that's when the more complicated relationship issues will be addressed.

 Prison Island 16 (Teaser)

This is a small fragment of ch. 16

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Now and then, he felt an urge to get on his feet, walk over to Karl, and ask him something stupid, like whether they would be okay and when they could return to their lives. But he had stopped each time because it would have felt like a kid running to his parent for assurance and protection. He didn’t need stuff like that from Karl, and it wasn’t like the asshole could give it anyway. He was thankful for having Mouse and Leon’s and Ollie’s friendship. Anya and Ty were good people, too.

So why the fuck it stirred him so much whenever he looked at Karl? It was like a worm inside his heart, fighting for a way out. He needed to stay the fuck away, that was what he needed to do. That fucker was bad news, he tried to convince himself over and over.

He noticed Ty running toward Leon and, even before the boy opened his mouth, his stomach sank. A strong sense of premonition overwhelmed him. He dropped what he was holding and rushed toward them.

Ty’s face was in tears. A few leaves were hanging in his hair, and there was a small cut on his right cheek, under his eye. He was sobbing and trembling, and little sense could be made out of his words.

Leon grabbed him by the shoulders. “Ty, what is it?” he asked sternly.

“Anya, he… he just went a little farther… I told him… And Karl said --”

“What did I say?” Karl interrupted him.

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AN: Yeap, shit's about to get a little bit real.

 Are there other people on the island?

I kept thinking about when and how to introduce the other prisoners that have been sent to the island. Since the story is 15 chapters in, ch. 16 equals: it's about time. The baddies will make an appearance, and the boys will face another challenge.