Homosexual (7)

He couldn't refuse--it was the king's request. Taken from his home, Jord was made part of the king's harem, and that was that. Learning to adjust to life in the harem proves both educational and satisfying in many, many ways.

Intense sex--and lots of it. Lovers of male sex will enjoy this tale.

"That evening, as the twin moons of Tansa followed each other into a sky burnt copper by the setting sun, the small group of travellers made camp under the broad, leafy branches of a Banton tree. Jord was lifted down from the cart and stripped, and his hands were tethered to the wheel of the cart. One of the Troopers bound his feet as an extra precaution against escape. They had only ever lost one of the King’s harem boys and were loath to make the same mistake again, so even if Jord were to slip the ropes, he wouldn’t get far naked.
    Apart from restricting Jord with those bindings, the Troopers treated Jord well. He dined on forest fowl, fruit and nuts and was given sweet wine to drink. Even the gruff-looking Sergeant made sure he was comfortable by supplying him with a small pillow, and although he was not permitted a blanket he had the warmth of a Trooper on either side of him to keep the cool night at bay. Still wary of these beasts, however, he kept one eye open until he was certain that every last Trooper had fallen asleep.
    It seemed almost immediately after he had closed his eyes that he was awakened..."

~7,400 words

The Freezer cleans up the scum from the street. Scum like him: Taipan. He couldn't wait to turn him in--but the tables were turned when he learned about Taipan's secret weapon--the hard way.

Gay superhero erotica! We continue to love it.

"When the ice melted from around Taipan he found himself in concrete bunker that had been reinforced with metal and locked with a combination, time-delay lock. The bunker was also sumptuously decorated and outfitted with every modern convenience. The second thing he saw was The Freezer, naked and stepping out of a small indoor swimming pool.
     “Well it’s good to see that not all your muscles are over-developed,” Taipan sneered. 
     The Freezer looked over at the villain whose wrists he had chained to a titanium hook in the ceiling.
    “You’re one to talk,” he retorted. “I’ve seen larger pythons slithering out of eggs.”
    Taipan smiled, his yellow eyes sparkling. “Well, it’s more of a grower than a show-er.”

~4,200 words

More from Wayne Mansfield can be found here and here.

In the sequel to "Moonkissed," Jacob adjusts to his new life as a vampyre--heightened senses, new physical abilities, and parties.

Yes, parties. The finest kind, thrown by the best people. His new acquaintances become fast friends, in this lush, romantic tale of vampyre life in modern times.

"They stepped out into a lobby crowded with vampyres. Naked underlings weaved their way through the hordes of guests with trays of green absinthe and angel’s breath – a special wine made with the blood of virgins. By the pillar on the top step a shirtless couple writhed together, their hands all over each other, their kisses hot and passionate. Below in the main ballroom, vampyres danced to the music being played by a live orchestra. The sound they produced was exotic, played on instruments from the old countries. The dances were foreign to Jacob. Some vampyres danced in pairs, others in quartets, creating a spectacular twirling, whirling, kicking and skipping mass.

On the far side of the room under a blood red canopy trimmed with gold fringing sat the Emperor. Beneath the potted palms that flanked him stood naked guards, their muscular bodies still amidst the vitality of the party, their massive cocks on show for everyone to see. The Emperor himself seemed amused, watching his guests enjoy themselves while various individuals approached him and paid tribute, either by kissing his boots or the ruby ring on his finger.

Jacob lost sight of him though as they walked down the steps and into the ballroom."

~8900 words

"Lightworker and The Shadow" tells of the erotic misadventures of a gay superhero who has the power to generate and manipulate light.  He finds himself increasingly unable to control his own darker side as it begins to manifest in the form of an adversary with the power to expose the hero's shadier impulses. Who will prevail?

Gay, superhero erotica? Hells, yes! Not only is the genre very specific, but the story is HOT.

~5,000 words

"Elliot couldn’t help touching himself as he thought again of the burglar he’d temporarily blinded earlier that evening when he spotted the thief tampering with the lock on the front door of a mansion in the well-to-do neighborhood just a few blocks away.  He only got a brief look at the perpetrator after he’d stopped him cold.  He was younger, probably late twenties or maybe early thirties . . . trim, tight build . . . dark hair and dangerous eyes . . . just the type who always turned Elliot’s head and fired the synapses leading straight to his groin.

The superhero caressed his well-defined chest and let his strong hands meander sensuously down past his flat belly to..."

A futuristic setting with the richest description and explosive detail. This is the first installment of "Rites of Spring," a tale of a runner, competing against her peers in the most physically challenging event of her life.

~7,000 words

Jacob doesn't know exactly what he wants, but staying where he is doesn't work. He gets some help deciding when he's attacked in the night. His saviors, equipped with the power to heal him, ask him to join their family in a most enjoyable way.

Magickal and full of desire, this tale of gay love will enthrall you, from the very first bite to the last.

"“Are you still there?” asked Jacob.
“Yes, I am here,” replied Sebastian, whispering into Jacob’s ear. 
Jacob let a nervous giggle slip from his throat.
“And I am here also,’ said Gianfranco into his other ear, his voice low and sweet, the vampyre’s breath cool against the exposed flesh of his neck.
Gianfranco’s words reverberated inside his ear and set his spine tingling. There was also..."

~7,100 words

When Nurse tells me what to do, I must do it. I must not talk, I must remain silent during the entire examination. I will do this, no matter what she does to me.

A suspenseful, orgasmic tale of lesbian submission and bliss.

"Nurse instructs me to sit back up so that she can check my heart rate. She draws a stethoscope from around her neck, places its buds in her ears and holds the circular end in her hand. With her other hand she separates my legs and steps toward the opening of my body. Nurse’s hand remains on my outer thigh and our smooth legs touch. Her upper body arches toward me in order to place the stethoscope at my heart. With this movement, more of Nurse’s cleavage becomes exposed;..."

~2200 words