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Fit for Purpose
A captured soldier, sold lawfully with his company, is inspected across one afternoon by the two owners of a pleasure house deciding whether to buy him. It ends with a rod in him, no hand on his cock, and the discovery that he is good at this.
The Opening
A cherished pleasure-boy is carried up toward his Master's bed on the morning of his Opening, and set down instead among the breeding stock.
The Good Months
Second winter owned. A slave boy in his Master's bed with the girl he was ordered to breed, under a house law about the one thing that never goes inside anything.
The Third Self
Freed at twenty-four with a body that only knows how to be owned. The group is meant to help him find the man he was. There is no such man to find.
Abu Faisal's Niggers and One Whitey
A Ranger sergeant is sold into a Gulf household, graded lowest of the eleven men he arrives chained to, and handed the shade for it.
Good Match
A northern captive on an Italian estate keeps one last chosen thing, his pick of the women in the slave quarters. Then the estate breeds him to a fair-haired girl of his own blood under his owner's eye, he performs beautifully, and the fiction that any of it was appetite comes apart.
Prepared for Use
A wealthy finance man buys a freshly-enslaved ex-Marine at a bargain and has no idea what to do with him. Greg won't break, only complies, and when a slick dealer arrives to finish the job, Miles discovers he was addicted to the friction, never the obedience.
Years Left
A dealer buys the slaves nobody bid on at four in the afternoon, feeds them nine months, strips every fitting off them and puts new steel back in. What he sells is the gratitude that makes. Told from inside a man who arrives worth eleven pounds to a knacker and leaves at a hundred and twenty-six, wanting it.
In Development
Stories the archive has nothing like. Vote one forward on Patreon, talk to me about it, or commission it to your specs.
Meat Scout
~9,800 words · 2 drafted (unfinished)
A scout for a trafficking ring works the cam sites as a talent agent: money first, then sex, then the van. The boys trust him because the interest is real. That's exactly what he's paid for.
Modern world — online platforms to hotel rooms
Lawful Use
~9,400 words · 1 drafted (unfinished)
A soldier of a beaten army accepts his enslavement as lawful and refuses only the bed, arguing in a flat voice that a captive is taken to be worked, not fucked. His master agrees, corrects a single word, and walks him through the clause until the soldier reads his own body into it aloud.
A conquered people under an iron-age empire's law of the Taking
Greenmeat
~2,300 words · 2 stations drafted
Off the road where the asphalt goes soft, a man drinks the water the forest offers and steps into a green country of laughing brown boys who hang in the branches and want to be chased. Every boy he catches once walked in off a road, and the way out has quietly stopped existing.
A hallucinatory forest off a dead-end road that grows and keeps boys
Open Wide
Roman Wolfe~3,800 words · 1 drafted (unfinished)
Two enslaved athletes, a boxer of thirty-five and a swimmer of twenty, are put through eight weeks of hole training that ends at the fist. The older protects the younger. Then the younger's body outperforms his.
Roman's ranch, training barracks
Proud Flesh
~2,600 words · 1 scene drafted
A wealthy connoisseur of surrender buys an eighteen-year-old Black hustler for a night in his own house, a boy whose whole pride is being the proof that a man comes apart at his hands. The client keeps his clothes on and his reactions off, and the withholding is the precise cruelty that hunts the true thing under the boy's practised scripts.
A rich man's old private house, one room, one night
The Hypnotic Axis
A travelling scout works the poor towns where legal slavery is only a rumor, demonstrating his craft at a local club with a boy already at his feet. A naive young mechanic in the audience is marked as the fit for a standing order, every kindness a step in a hypnotic induction he mistakes for connection, until the contract feels like his own idea.
A poor town where legal slavery is a rumor, and a scout's demonstration
Stated Preference
A young man applies for enslavement in the one country that takes only those who ask, made to state on the record exactly what he wants done to him. He rounds himself up in front of a bored clinician, because naming a want to a stranger is easier when you sound braver than you are, and the system reads fields, not tone.
A voluntary-only slaveholding country reached through an application and an interview
The Hollow
A steppe warrior built for the freezing plains is kept in the holding pens beneath a Roman garrison, used by the soldiers and left days between visits in the cold and dark. His mind still hates them, but his body has rewired the brutal intrusion into the only warmth it gets, so the waiting starves him worse than the act.
The holding pens beneath a Roman garrison
The Graveyard
Abandoned prototypes and structural failures. When a structure fails, I demolish it, salvage the mechanics, and document why it collapsed.
Chem Yield
GraveyardAn 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.