Bull Breaker
Master/slave erotica where the body confesses what the mouth never would.
Hardcore gay erotica: slave training, breaking, indentured servitude. You read it in private. The sentences don't stay private.
More than War and Peace. Less war.
Why I Write Master/Slave Erotica
Subs have always found me. The pattern took years to read: what they wanted wasn't the sex. It was someone who decides for them.
This genre learned to apologize. The auction stops to ask if he's all right. The collar comes off before the last page. Mine doesn't. A slave stays a slave, and a man finds himself fastest in the place he was put.
I write what I'd never do: slave auctions, a training floor, a boxer who won't kneel. The page is the one place where "too far" is exactly far enough.
A hand on his head. "Good boy." Men write to tell me where those two words landed, and it is never the head.
I don't write underage content. Everything else is on the table.
Sir
A reader told me how he'd have handled the slaves in one of my stories: a sound whipping for wasting their energy, then a week at the plough.
I asked him why. A loyal animal that works doesn't get the lash for no reason. That's how you spoil good stock. Discipline is a tool, not a temper.
He wrote back that he was totally wrong, and thanked me for correcting him.
Good boy, I told him. That's the right instinct.
His next message was two words. The second one was Sir.
The Last Line
Most of what I write starts from a reader. One book began as a stray line in a man's message about his own life. He moved on to the next paragraph. I didn't.
What you confess ends up in the work. Nobody will find you in it. You will.
It's past midnight. You've written six hundred words on how you would have run the kennel better. The last line isn't about the kennel. You delete it. You type it again. You send it before you can take it back.
That's the line I read first.
Write to me. Bring the six hundred words if you need them. I'll find the line.
Where to Start
Four entry points by what you came here for. Each one stands alone; the worlds connect if you go deeper.
The Master Archive
You are currently reading on the master archive. This site is the only place to find every single story I've ever written.I cross-post to the big platforms, but some stories are too extreme or niche for them and live only here. However you like to read, follow, or reach me, the links are below.
