Stories

Cody grew up in a golden cage as a useful tool for someone else's ambitions.

Billy grew up in desperate circumstances, but strived to open the gates to Cody's golden cage.

Will Billy succeed in freeing Cody from his golden cage, or will they both become prisoners?

This is a story filled with crime and inhumanity.

This is a story filled with comfort and healing.

(Abandoned, but will post first chapter just so folks know what I was working on in the Summer of 2025)

I wrote and posted this to tklfrat, back in 2008, it was the first tickle fetish story I ever wrote. I ran my original post through Google Gemini to polish the plot and fix the grammar.

A story of two boyfriends, both with sorority girlfriends, discovering curiosities about themselves and even each other.

This is the story of Douglas and Leo, two young men and there friendship.

Every goober's got a story, and sometimes they ain't even purely ugly.

When a cocky moment of teasing at the mall goes too far, nineteen-year-old Claus discovers that "Santa"—actually his massive campus gym crush, Julian—has a very different tradition for those on the Naughty List.

This high-heat, authoritarian erotic tale follows the transformation of a "naughty boy" into a bound and bridled replacement for a spooked Rudolph. Once Claus is alone with Santa in his dorm, the jolly mall persona vanishes, replaced by a dominant, leather-clad Saint Nick with a burlap sack full of toys that are definitely not for kids.

These are not your usual reindeer games.

This is the story of Matt and how he started out as a troublesome teenager, and how he was forced to change his ways.

A survivor of the Great War is captured by aliens, along with his family. Does he have what it takes to protect the ones he loves, no matter the cost?

Dean had spent most of his life pretending not to feel. It was easier that way, easier to fight, to fix, to fuck, than to face what was underneath. His father taught him early that softness got you hurt. So he built a life of noise and distraction: engines louder than his thoughts, nights that ended before morning could ask questions.

Kris had spent his life quietly holding things together. After his father died, it was just him and his mother, small home, smaller dreams, and the fear that one more break would undo them.

Neither expected love to expose what they’d buried, loneliness, guilt, and the need to be seen.