Stand a little closer.
One room. Two ways to stand in it.
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One room. Two ways to stand in it.
Vote the next story forward. Name what breaks him. The bench below is full of men waiting for someone to decide their order. Your call gets counted, and I build to it.
Give me your name and read it collared into the pages. Hand me your line and hear it said over you. Patrons get close enough to be used.
Hand me a single line. A command, a plea, a rule read aloud, the sentence you'd want said over someone, or over you. If it fires, it goes into a story, and you'll know exactly which mouth I gave it to.
Hand it over →What's on my mind: stories I could pull forward, half-built, or still just a sentence. This is what patrons vote on, what we can talk through, and what a commission jumps to the front of the queue.
Finished or nearly finished, next in line. Catch them free when they drop, or vote one further up the queue.

A literary memoir of sex tourism, love, and self-deception in Bangkok's gogo bars. Reconstructed from real American expat accounts and blog entries. An unnamed narrator, a silver dealer from the American South, falls for a Thai bar boy and discovers that the line between transaction and tenderness is not where he thought it was.

Three companion vignettes inside one Roman-aesthetic villa — a single long night of patrician appetite, seen from three sides of the collar. A golden slave who has learned to find beauty in the machinery of his own use; a young master who watches the baths through a carved screen, hunting the one body that wants before the mind permits; a barbarian who guards his master's bed and the boy who threatens his place in it. Dark romantic voyeurism — the eye that constructs the body before the hand ever touches it.

Brutal bisexual domination across generations. A patriarch trains his heir the same way he trains his livestock, and the heir discovers he prefers the livestock's role.

Told in the voice of the slave he became: a devoted, unreliable old man looking back across twenty years, who reports every fact exactly and draws every conclusion wrong. He prices his own body in the appraising language his masters taught him, recounts what was done to him without a tremor, and calls it, by the end, the best thing that was ever done to a man. The pull is the voice. You go on believing him a little past the point you meant to.
Actual prose on the page. Vote one forward on Patreon, talk to me about it, or commission it to your specs.
11,100 words · 3 drafted (unfinished)
An adaptation of Pete Brown's classic, retold with deeper POV and denser prose. A free man volunteers for slavery and discovers that willingness doesn't make the collar lighter.
Institutionalized slavery world
12,500 words · 2 drafted (unfinished)
A psychological bred-slave reveal set in an alternate world with legalized slavery. The line between consensual submission and institutional ownership dissolves — and neither character notices when it does.
Alternate world with legal slavery
34,500 words · 5 (complete, needs edit)
A corporate auditor is sent to evaluate a luxury slave-processing hotel. Over five nights, the hotel's confessor draws out the darkest truths from the merchandise — and the auditor discovers he is being assessed, too.
Corporate luxury hotel / slave-processing facility
10,200 words · 1 (drafted, in edit)
A professional slave-breaker is enslaved by debt-forfeiture and installed under the steward he himself broke three years earlier. The drill he perfected on other men is administered to him by the body he made. The expert in submitting other men submits to his own protocol.
Alt-world dystopia, breaking yard
46,600 words · 4 of ~6
An urban psychological M/s thriller. A slave dealer in the financial district acquires, conditions, and sells men the way his colleagues flip derivatives. Four chapters drafted at 46,600 words. The prose is already written — it needs finishing.
Modern city, financial district
29,300 words · 1 (draft)
A tour through the Meridian Hotel on opening night — from the marble lobby to the basement processing line. Luxury above, cages below. The contrast is the architecture.
The Meridian Hotel, opening night
Concepts at every stage, waiting for a vote, a conversation, or a commission to jump the queue.
A deposed master is returned to slavery inside his own former house — processed, shaved, caned by the senior slave who once served him. That same slave, in his turn, will be hauled out in chains, and the protagonist will watch. The connoisseur's eye does not switch off when the collar goes on; it sorts the chain gang, and keeps sorting himself.
A father and son, captured together and enslaved in a palace, are reunited years later — in a cage. The son has been reshaped by servitude: new morality, new values, master at the center of his universe. The father still remembers what a father is. What follows is a slow, devastating seduction — the son teaching the father what slavery has taught him.
A 27-year-old heir inherits his dead father's slave estate and boards a luxury slave-buying cruise. By the final port he has become the man he swore he'd never be — his father.
Luxury cruise ship, five ports across Cuba, Brazil, West Africa, Mediterranean, and Bulgaria
A free blacksmith is enslaved, given the forge, and used for fifteen years. He thinks he understands the system. He never does. The circle closes when the ritual that made him is performed on him.
Roman's ranch, full 15-year timeline
A Roman Master tours his vast botanical slave estate with a disgraced legionary who doesn't know he's already been purchased. The garden absorbs another body. The garden absorbs everything.
Roman Empire, rural latifundium — a living sexual biome
A psychological horror that dissects the breaking of a human spirit through twisted pastoral care. The violence is a liturgy, and the abuse is presented as holy salvation.
Isolated gothic abbey in frozen wilderness
Two enslaved athletes — a 35-year-old boxer and a 20-year-old swimmer — undergo an 8-week hole training program that escalates to fisting. The older protects the younger. Then the younger's body outperforms his.
Roman's ranch, training barracks
A veteran trainer demonstrates how to break a father-son pair — using the father's love as the primary tool. The father guides his own son onto the bull mount. Consciousness is not freedom.
Ridgemont Training Facility
A Special Forces operator is captured and systematically broken. The pleasure isn't the degradation — it's the height from which he falls. His entire identity was built around being unbreakable.
Modern military theater
Six wealthy men on a luxury yacht heading to a private slave auction. Over three evenings at sea, they trade stories about slaves they've broken, sold, and lost — while the youngest among them listens and reveals he may have always belonged among them.
Luxury yacht, Mediterranean Sea
An ex-Marine sentenced under the Federal Servitude Act is bought by a retired Colonel who runs his estate like a military installation. The slave's body recognizes the structure before his mind does.
Rural American estate, near-future legal slavery
A single day on the ranch through a fresh field slave's eyes. Dawn yoke, afternoon fuck, cold wash, and then the night — when a veteran bull named Navek explains, in the dark, why the Master's silence is deeper than any word and why the floor is the only honest place left.
Roman's ranch, field barracks and night barn
First-person narrative of a breeding stud born and raised on the ranch. No trauma to process, no identity to mourn. His self-acceptance is total — the reader supplies the horror.
Roman's ranch, before the Cody/Jax era
A small-town wrestler enlists in the Army to become someone — and is quietly harvested from the training pipeline into a private underground fighting circuit where his body, skills, and competitive instinct are displayed for wealthy men.
Modern-day, military base to underground circuit
A ruthless scout for an illegal trafficking ring masquerades as a talent agent for cam sites. He targets young men, builds trust through money and sex, and delivers premium stock to wealthy clients.
Modern world — online platforms to hotel rooms
An 18-year-old in a military town approaches a soldier at the local gay club and discovers the unexpected: the soldier wants to serve him. A dom's coming-of-age.
Small military base town, modern day
Dark fantasy. A dream-world where tribal boys are biologically compelled to seek masters. The master watches, selects, and reads bodies with the eye of a connoisseur — the trembling jaw that means pride, the too-quick kneel that means rehearsal.
Invented pre-industrial world — forests that shift, distances that contract at night
A sheltered intellectual is invited to an elite island estate to catalog a Master's library. He indulges in the slaves. Then his debts are purchased. The transition from guest to livestock is instantaneous.
Isolated island estate, alt-world
Two ex-scout trainees who used to whip, price, and break slaves are themselves enslaved. Their professional knowledge makes everything worse: they self-price, self-assess, and break themselves faster than Roman ever could.
Roman's ranch, Alexander era
Magical realism in the ancient Mediterranean. An old slave assessor on the dying island of Delos — once the largest slave market in the world — processes the miserable dregs of a trade that has passed him by.
Delos, sacred island of Apollo, post-peak slave trade
A 19-year-old buys his former high school alpha — the jock who dominated their friend group — after the jock's drunk driving lands him in the slavery system. The beta becomes the master. The master philosophy: slavery is not punishment but relief for those who cannot manage freedom.
Modern alt-world with legal institutionalized slavery
Abandoned prototypes and structural failures. When a structure fails, I demolish it, salvage the mechanics, and document why it collapsed.
An experiment in pheromone-controlled societies and chemical compliance. Abandoned at 30k words. The world-building became too elaborate and overshadowed the core dynamic. The project was killed, but the core mechanics (chemical drift, the Farm-Bull stack) were salvaged and integrated into the main continuity.
Want the work aimed at you? Tell me the fantasy and I'll build it to spec, start to finish. Here's how it goes.
Describe your fantasy. Tropes, characters, dynamics, the scenes you can't stop thinking about. Scattered ideas are fine, that's what I'm here to organize.
I consolidate your ideas into a structured story brief and ask targeted questions. You'll see your chaos turned into architecture.
You see the full chapter structure before I write a word. One round of structural notes included. Nothing gets written until you approve.
Dense, literary erotica at the level you've read in my published work. Your story, your specs. One revision round included.
Don't want a whole novel? A single scene is a commission too. Just ask.
Power exchange. Psychological control. The machinery of breaking a man — and the prose to make it feel real.
Don't see yours? Ask anyway.
From a single scene to a multi-chapter novel. Here's what a commission looks like when it's done.

Surgical blackmail strips a celebrated athlete of his freedom, delivering him into an industrial harvesting pipeline. Locked in steel and exhausted by male handlers, his physical autonomy is replaced by absolute conditioning.
Read the full story →
An elite pony boy is subjected to public inspection and driven through city streets in heavy leather harness. Returned to the industrial stables as broken goods, he faces psychological terror to ensure tomorrow's compliance.
Read the full story →You don't need a finished idea or a budget. Tell me the fantasy — whether I can write it is a free conversation.
Talk it through →No brief required. The worst I'll say is no.I don't write underage content. Everything else is on the table.
If you're not sure whether your idea works for me, ask. The worst I'll say is no.
I retain the right to publish commissioned stories on my platforms (Nifty, GayDemon, this site). You get the story written to your specs, first read, and credit as the commissioner.
Exclusive rights are a different conversation.
Tell me what you want. I'll tell you if I can write it.
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