THE NIGHT OF THE FRIGGING PIGTAILS



Jim tested the ropes. They held tight. In fact, they hurt his wrists. He'd used all his tricks, puffed out his body when they bound him, but these idiots were smarter than your average idiots. They'd tied him good. He was stuck until rescue came. He didn't mind that so much but his nose itched. His balls did too. Maybe he shouldn't wear his pants so tight—

No, never mind; scratch that.

The door swung open; he whistled. Things were looking up. He couldn't say he approved of a sleeveless bustier before evening, but Artemus did look cute in pigtails.




THE NIGHT OF THE ONE RING CIRCUS



Jim squeezed the control and felt the never-to-be-patented prostate massager spring from the special cockring that he wore and slide along his shaft. He rumbled hips against ass until Artemus gave one final, senseless cry and collapsed, spurting semen clear across the desk.

Jim helped him up and kissed him. "That was nice."

"You're telling me!" Artemus grinned. "That's a keeper!" He took the device back from Jim.

"Could use a few more tests."

Artemus grinned harder. "Jim, I think you're right!"




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