14-year-old English cabin boy Nathan is shipwrecked off the coast of Aden in 1881 and makes his way to the city. His choices are to starve and be taken in the streets of the city and done to death as handsome European boys are roughly used in Aden or to at least use his body to make money for passage home. He consigns himself to a male brothel, hoping that Arab clients will not use him up before he can return home. It's an Englishman who uses him the most cruelly, though.
Comely and perfectly formed Cotta Antullius, third son of an armaments fabricator for the Roman gladiator school in the hedonist reign of Emperor Caligula, is in training in various possible careers of serving men when a visit to the gladiator waiting cells under the colosseum stands accelerates his experience and family misfortune forces him to be sold into slavery to an old general using him for his own ambitions.
Tony's and my adventures as young men in the seventies. Posting may be sporadic, but I'm trying for weekly.
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Conspiracies have always been around and always will be. This story is about a person who who was determined to debunk a popular contemporary conspiracy.
Annie wasn't naïve when she followed Tom to Serbia, but perhaps a little innocent. It was 1997, Communism had collapsed, and the Balkan Wars appeared over. It seemed the perfect time for a young couple to make their fortune, explore the world, and leave past disappointments behind. But Belgrade could be cruel to foreigners, and in the end, Annie's innocence would fall as its victim. Yet, she learned, the city had gifts had to offer too - gifts that could prove just as intense as its dangers...
I remember my mother telling me that Grandma Coit (no NOT Coitus!) had once said that the Bible was the dirtiest book she had ever read. At the time, when I was in high school, I took that to mean that my maternal grandmother had been conservative in her choice of literature. But later, as I studied the Good Book professionally, I came to realize my Grandma must have known her Bible well!
Game of Thrones/Mary Sue one shot... Winterfell lay in ruins while Ramsay Bolton holds the key to the North. Jon Snow needs allies, but they are fleeing to the superior enemy. There is one hope left though, an alliance with Queen Daenerys. She recently landed at Dragonstone and it is decided that instead of sending Jon to meet her, his brother James Stark will go in his stead. They have nothing left to lose and James always did want to fuck the Queen...