Lance went to his nightstand and retrieved a spider gag. He’d accumulated quite a bit of stuff over the years to make things spicy for the four-man orgies. Many of the things he owned and operated he often tried on himself first. This gag was one of them.

“Open your mouth,” Lance said. The green eyes enlarged. So did the mouth. That was all he needed to slip the O-ring metal into place. “Since your place of origin is still questionable at the moment, I need to keep your mouth open in case you bite.”

He grinned, then secured the head harness under the chin and over and around the head. He could barely slip a finger under each strap. “Not too tight?”

The man shook his head and regarded him with steady watchful eyes. With gag in place, the man swallowed. Barely.

Lance hardened at the erotic sight. Never had Lance felt this much of a thrill in anticipation of fucking someone’s mouth.

“So fucking sexy,” Lance murmured. “You taking whatever I dish out, however I dish it, that’s hot.”

Lance unleashed his belt and eased out of his pants. His happy prick bounced out, ready to shoot.

​“See this?” He fisted his erection. Standing by the bed, his prick was at the man’s eye level. “It’s for you.”

The above excerpt is from Vaughn 1, the first episode in the Man X Chronicles series, when negotiations have just been set between captain and captive.

Vaughn 1 is a kinky gay/trans sci-fi romance that occurs far in the future.

If you enjoy stories about gay men, you may also enjoy Skid (Black Storm Pack prequel), a complimentary read at most retail site

When the car doors opened, Kaylee stepped inside and pressed the key for the fifth floor. Right before the doors shut, an attractive woman (almost thirty?) in a Speedo top and sweatpants entered. She had a strip of spiky brown hair, kind of like a short mohawk, that was dyed blond at the tips. The rest of her hair, which was the same length as the spikes, hung naturally with that soft butch look.

Was she a dyke?

One look at those luscious lips had Kaylee down for the count, thinking of their sensuous pucker at her nether region. Just looking at the woman made Kaylee weak in the knees. But those eyes? Those dark blue eyes looked like midnight and made Kaylee think of sinful things that people only did in the cover of dark.

The woman gave her a wolfish grin with a glimpse of perfect pearly white teeth.

Kaylee blinked.

Oh, shit.

Kaylee had been blatantly gawking at the woman. Wolfish grin? Yeah, right. She wished. Kaylee stiffened and looked away, noting the floor indicator blink from four to five before the car doors opened.

Thank goodness that they had arrived to the fifth floor. The air was getting stuffy in there, and her light head needed to be screwed on tight.

Drat. She shouldn’t be thinking of screwing anything right now.

Then again, maybe she should take a trip to the restroom and get all this sexual energy out. Wouldn’t help anything if she went into that interview hot and horny as fuck.

Checking the time on her wristwatch, Kaylee noted that she still had ten minutes. A five-minute fuck in the restroom should be enough time. If she did that, then she would still have five minutes left before the interview.

Better do it now rather than later.

Before she could change her mind, Kaylee followed the signs to the public restroom and locked herself into a stall. After hanging her briefcase on the metal hook behind the stall door, she closed her eyes and called up the image of Sporty Spiky Soft Butch. ​