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Bull Breaker

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.

29stories
113chapters
45hours to read
529collars
0safewords

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.

A master observing young captives at a ranch facility

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.

A kneeling man looking up at his master in awe

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.

A lone figure leading a line of collared boys across a twilight field

Where to Start

Four entry points by what you came here for. Each one stands alone; the worlds connect if you go deeper.

Cover for Good Faith
Good FaithModern indentured servitude. Five years contracted to a corporate processing center. The breaking is paperwork-clean.
Cover for My Father's Ranch
My Father's RanchThe narrator inherits a ranch where the stock is well-kept and the work is the world. Dawn grooming, the mill, the stalls — husbandry as worldbuilding, slaves who keep their feet.
Cover for Chosen Last
Chosen LastJesse watches his friends get claimed by their Masters one by one, and waits the longest. The one built to go first, passed over until he is the last left.
Cover for Piss & Pride
Piss & PrideA boxer sold to a breeding ranch refuses to kneel. His owner has all winter, and no interest in his pride except watching it go.

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