Here you'll find his (currently rather limited selection of) erotic short stories/erotica. Most feature some type of power exchange -bondage, bdsm, s&m, fedmom or male dominance- set against, and reflecting, a complex modern world. 50 shades of gray? Try 5000. These stories are available in several different formats suitable for a variety of devices, including computers, eBooks, PDAs, and smart phones. You will need the appropriate software/app for your device, listed below. Please consider all these stories adults only reading.
Valentine's Gift- A woman sets up her former master with her virgin niece on Valentine’s Day. He takes her to the town’s finest hotel where he takes his time deflowering her in every way imaginable, body and soul, before leaving her with an important decision.


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Snippet- The instant the door closes I pull the belt from its loops. “Let me take your coat,” I say. Bethany stiffens as I slip it from her shoulders, and just like that she’s naked, except for the hinged handcuffs securing her wrists behind her. In her right hand she holds the rose I gave her, gently so as not to drive the multitude of tiny thorns along its stem into her delicate fingers. In her left is Meg’s gift to me, a long flexible riding crop, tipped with a leather slapper in the form of a heart. I take them both, let the rose drop, then spin Bethany to me. She’s drawing long slow breaths, getting a good look at the crop she’s been holding for the last half hour for the first time.
   “Your aunt knows me too well,” I say, running the crop’s business end across Bethany’s breasts, large and relaxed under gravity’s pull. They’re creamy white, with wide light mahogany areolae surrounding prominent nipples hardening rapidly in the cool air...

    I guide her to an empty spot on the carpet and help her to kneel. I stand in front of her, my crotch an inch from her face. There’s one more level of virginity I want from her. “Have you ever given a blow job?” I ask.
    “No.”
    “Do you know how?”
    She nods.
    I unzip my trousers and press an erect tip to Bethany’s lips. She remains motionless, breathing through her nose slowly. I enjoy the sensation of her warm breath on my penis. There’s no need to pressure or punish her. She’s not being willful. I know its more intimidating than lying back and spreading her legs.
    “Close your eyes. Don’t pretend you aren’t excited. I can smell it.”
    Bethany takes the tip tentatively between her lips, but doesn’t open her mouth. 
   “Reach down,” I tell her. “Open yourself with your left hand. Touch yourself with your right. You won’t need them for anything else.”

ASSTR's story codes and keywords- anal, blow job, bondage and discipline, bdsm, b&d, cherry popping, crop, fellatio, fiction, first time, M/f, heterosexual, humiliation, insertion, literature, literary, female-sub, masochism, riding, romance, S&M, sadism, San Francisco Bay Area, straight sex, submission, walnut creek, virgin, virginity
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The Foundry- A man is given the opportunity to become a porn star at one of the internet's kinkiest websites. He jumps at the chance and finds out that adult stars really do earn their money as his first role lands him in bondage under one of the world's premiere dominatrices, in California from England to avoid Big Brother's gaze after the Spanner case. She has a penchant for water sports and puts on an unbelievable 4th of July extravaganza for the former colonists. Readers with a little patience won't be disappointed. Like a symphony this one starts quietly and builds to a crescendo.


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Snippet- Samantha pointed us down a long hallway. She walked next to me for a few steps, making sure the leash in front didn’t go taught. The feeling was electric, and even if the excitement was from nerves it was still excitement, and I was semi-erect just thinking about Samantha’s curves and the way she’d taken charge, mesmerized by the sound of her heels against the concrete floor. I didn’t care that she was marching us towards an internet television studio bound and naked, or that my first encounter with her crop was more than I bargained for.

   We passed widely spaced closed doors as we marched. I learned later they housed other studios, some general, some specialized for specific kinks. I wouldn’t have been quite so eager had I known just how specialized the studio she was leading us to was. Sandra took several shots of our coffle as we were marched down the hall, rushing to get ahead and snapping away as we passed, then repeating the process. When she lowered her camera I glanced at her. Any jealousy that had been there was gone, replaced by a hint of contempt which I couldn’t comprehend. Maybe reality was getting to her, too, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. It actually took a fair amount of concentration to maintain exactly the same amount of slack in the leash. It would only take a half step error for it to go taught or worse, for me to bump into the man ahead of me- penis first.

   And there was more than fear of Samantha's vicious little riding crop at stake, even though its single stripe across my ass was more than enough to make me comply with any order she gave. The truth is we were trying to impress her. We all knew we were in one of the kinkiest porn factories in the world and it was show time. We also knew there was no script and any one of us could have ended up having sex with her at the drop of a hat, and I’m sure each of us hoped we’d be going first. Even if condoms assured that sloppy seconds wouldn’t be truly sloppy, men still have a natural revulsion to going second- or third, and with that riding crop in hand there was no question we’d go in exactly the order she wanted- and come that way, too.


ASSTR's story codes and keywords- anal, bondage, bdsm, b&d, crop, degradation, domme, dominatrix, enema, female, fem dom, femdom, fiction, forced nudity, forced masturbation, F/m, FF/mmm, group, heterosexual, humiliation, insertion, inverted, literature, literary, male-sub, masochism, mistress, multiple submissives, predicament bondage, riding, romance, S&M, sadism, San Francisco Bay Area, straight, submission, suspension, water sports
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Hiking the Ridge- A woman is abducted in the suburbs and taken to the county’s open space naked except for her duct tape binding. Is it a rape, a rape fantasy, or something else entirely? Be warned, this isn’t a love story, and more than one character has unhealthy narcissistic controlling tendencies when it comes to sex. Be further warned, this story is graphic, includes kidnapping, coercion, bondage, forced sex, and electrical play. It will fail virtually every facet of a political correctness test no matter what part of the political spectrum you find yourself in.

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Snippet- It’s all over. She’s too scared to fight and too weak to run. I place the electrodes against her warm back and follow close behind, kicking the purse under her car as we move. For a second or two I’m not sure she’ll make it. Her pretty waxed legs have developed an endearing jelly-like quality. It takes a number of small steps, but soon we’re between the open trunk lid and the freeway’s sound wall, the two providing us a near perfect privacy screen, and since the sound wall doesn’t work, for its designed purpose anyway, the constant road noise makes certain our voices don’t carry.
     It’s time to get the girl properly attired for our date, and I’m going to spend a lot less time doing that than she’s ever done. The duct tape is already pre-torn into appropriate lengths that hang down from inside the trunk. She almost collapses when she sees them, but I steady her, trapping her legs against the bumper while I tape her wrists behind her back with several turns of the silver magic. The next piece, less than six inches long, goes over her mouth.
     “Oh, yeah, this is really happening,” I tell her. The instant I say it, it sounds trite and forced. It would have been nice to come up with something more original, but I’m under some pressure here, too. The girl doesn’t seem to notice the gaffe. Her wide eyes are on the pillowcase which inflates with a snap as I whip it through the air. I quickly twist the excess cloth snug around her neck when it’s over her head. She begins to tremble in earnest, but offers no resistance as I tape it around her neck several times. We’ve been behind the car less than 20 seconds, and though I’ve never done anything like this before I can’t help thinking I’ve discovered a new talent.

ASSTR's story codes and keywords- abduction, bondage and discipline, bdsm, b&d, cinnamon oil, duct tape, electric, electrical play, fiction, forced, M/f, heterosexual, hike, hiking, humiliation, kidnapping, lime ridge, literature, literary, lube, lubrication, nature, nihilism, non-consensual, open space, outdoor, peppermint oil, rape fantasy, S&M, sadism, San Francisco Bay Area, shock, straight sex, stun gun, female-sub, submission, suburb, trunk, walk
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Those with long memories might remember J. Manque. He was an early adopter, publishing ertoic bdsm literature on the internet before it was even called the internet, back when Compuserve and AOL ruled cyberspace. Due to some bad experiences on the old CS HSX200 forum, and other places, he withdrew all his work, but was occasionally still tracked down by fans asking when he'd write more. The truth is he never stopped writing, only changed the venue to more traditional outlets where he's ghost written several works of popular (though not that popular) fiction. He always intended to return to the net when it evolved to offer a bit more freedom and control. Even though the hiatus turned out to be a bit longer than he intended, he's back. As he's matured the original stories became rather naïve to his eyes, so the above stories are brand new, fresh, and he hopes- better. Regardless of whether you're an old fan, or don't remember the days before everyone and their brother had a website, he hopes you'll find the new stories compelling and worth your time to read.

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Ass Rammers of the Kinkydrome- It's probably not what you think, a little satire poking fun at some of the less subtle erotica out there. It's told in film noir style, a story about a down on his luck Ass Rammer who quits his job at the Kinkydrome to follow his dream.




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Snippet- In the only lit dressing room a sweaty Alex ‘The Android’ Rimmen rips at the buckles of his skintight pleated leather costume that covers neither his genitals nor buttocks. His eyes flash every time he glances at his agent, Wilbur Delvecchio, a greasy haired dumpling of a man in an ill fitting pinstriped suit. He’s perched on a worn stool, his head buried in a Racing Form.
   “Did you see? Were you out there? It was dead! The loudest sound of the night was the lid coming off of the lubricant bucket!” Alex screams.
   “I heard a cough,” Wilbur tells him without looking up from his Form.

ASSTR's story codes and keywords- ass, film, funny, humor, joke, kinkydrome, noir, parody, ram, rammer, ramming, San Francisco

Ass Rammers II- Ram to Kill- The sequel to Ass Rammers of the Kinkydrome, another parody of extreme adult fiction. This time unlucky Alex Rimmen, master ass rammer, is suspected of murdering his agent and must clear his name and get revenge the only way he knows how, with ass ramming.




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Snippet- “Right, and you were at the Kinkydrome tonight, weren’t you? You had a loud argument with Mr. Delvecchio, didn’t you? You were overheard.”
     “Same whore,” the sergeant interjects. “I’d do her, but I’m not picky.”
     “But... but... but... you can’t suspect me, can you? I loved Wilbur like my own... Daddy.”
     “Were you having a sexual relationship with Mr. Delvecchio?”
     “No! Never! How could you ask that! Dear Wilbur was straight. He had a wife. He had kids. Just the occasional blow job,” Alex says, lifting the hem of his robe to wipe his tears, causing both cops to avert their eyes. “He was such a gentleman. He never pulled out and shot in my eye. And he always gave me a mint afterward, a peppermint.”
     “Charming,” the detective tells him as his sergeant vomits in his mouth a little, then swallows something far greasier than Alex ever has. “Do you know anyone who might have wished to harm Mr. Delvecchio?”
     “No, nobody... except...”

ASSTR story codes and keywords- ass rammers, detective, film noir, parody, San Francisco
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The Night Before Christmas- A woman surprises her husband with a very private Christmas Eve party. He doesn't realize it until he's bound and blindfolded, but he's the gift.

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   “That could be fun.”
   “There is a dress code, though,” Abbey whispered between kisses.
   “Oh, really?”
   “Uhmm, hmm, gentleman must wear suits.”
   “I am wearing a suit.”
   “Birthday suits,” Abbey corrected.
   “Scandalous,” I scolded. “And will the ladies be similarly attired?”
   “We’ll see. I have to go change. When I get back I expect to see you... dressed.”
   I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she left the room, her little party frock tight enough to reveal every curve of her luscious body...

...She pulled my legs back one at a time, lifting my ankles well off the floor, attaching each to the 4-way chain, putting all my weight on my sore burning ass and making sure the plug was in just as deep as possible. She swung a leg over and straddled me, but my erection glanced off its target and slipped between Abbey and her coat, pressing against her warm taught belly.
   “High and outside,” she teased, rubbing her soft skin against me until I was ready to explode. Then she stopped and asked, “Have you ever heard of Santa’s helpers?”
   I nodded.
   “Want one to fuck you?”
   I managed to utter a desperate but understandable, “Please,” through the ring gag.
   “Are you sure? No backing out.”
   “Yeeesph,” I said.
   “OK,” Abbey said, lifting off me, “your call...”

ASSTR's story codes and keywords- bdsm, blindfolds, butt plug, bondage, cane, christmas, cuffs, dominant, female domination, femdom, FFm, forced sex, gags, gifts, literate, literature, locks, love, nipples, party, parties, presents, semi-consensual, surprise, story, x-mas, xmas
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Gift of the Krampus- A woman is separated from her boyfriend one snowy Christmas Eve. After teasing him by phone she finds out that, "Yes, Kathleen, there is a Krampus," Saint Nicolas' dark devil-like companion who punishes the wicked while the saint is out rewarding the good. She's returned to her man Christmas morning with a freshly birched backside and breasts, and a gift tag tied to her right nipple. She's sore, but wiser, and ready for a passionate reconciliation.


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Snippet- ...the thing standing before me was no man in a holiday costume... its eyes caught mine. They flashed a brilliant red, as if the creature had been sleepwalking and awakened with a start for some dread purpose. In a flash it grabbed both my wrists with one of its huge hands. Its slimy tongue darted out and wrapped around my neck. It felt like an algae covered rope pulled from a hot spring, both rough and slimy at the same time. Then it began to constrict.

   "No... no," I begged as the living noose tightened. It pulled a large darkly stained burlap sack from its back, the filthiest thing I'd ever seen, and threw it on the bed, then yanked me from beneath my warm comforter, all the while steadily increasing the pressure on my neck. With amazing precision for something so large it peeled my nightclothes from me in seconds, slitting them with razor sharp claws without so much as nicking my skin even though I squirmed in its grip.

   "Please," I begged, my nipples hardening in the cool night air, but the muscular ligature around my neck continued to tighten. I felt a horrible pressure behind my eyes like they were about to pop out. I felt like I was about to vomit. "No," I managed to choke out one last time before I couldn't draw another breath and found myself silenced, suffocating. I knew what came next from my grandfather's stories. I was already blacking out as it began to stuff me naked in its sack, and was fully unconscious before it released its tongue and sealed me in...



ASSTR's story codes and keywords- bdsm, bondage, s&m, d&s, rope, shibari, mdom, fsub, fantasy, myth, nc, birch, hook, christmas, xmas, holiday, krampus, nacht, night
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Vishnu in Bluejeans- Lana, a graphic designer who works way too much, teaches her new boyfriend about yoga, motorcycles, bondage, discipline, dildos, and life- in that order, during one long lunch break, though for some reason they don't actually have time for lunch.

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By the time I realized what it was I couldn’t have gotten out of it if I wanted to. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Binding you,” Lana said. “Now keep quiet or you’ll get the gag now.” As she adjusted the straps and tightened them I was forced to sit more upright...

Then she spoke. She said two words, two single syllable words, her mouth less than a foot from my ears, yet I understood neither of them. When she came around in front of me I saw why, and a chill ran down my spine. Lana was clutching the shaft of a riding crop in her mouth. It was as beautiful as it was scary. The shaft, grip, and slapper were black as night and punctuated at every join with glistening silver appointments that gave it the look of something from another, better age. Adding to that feeling was a tiny red ribbon tied neatly just above the grip...

Lana took a deep breath. She withdrew the crop and whispered, “Nirvana.” It whistled then cracked sharply as it hit me at the cleft between my left thigh and cheek. The pain was instant, shocking, and my reaction quite involuntary- jumping against my bonds and letting out a little yelp that was half pain, half shock. A moment later the sounds repeated and the pain was balanced on my right side. Lana worked her way up my buttocks fairly quickly, alternating blows to the left and the right, repeating the pattern of blinding flash of pain followed by dull burning. Eventually I was able to contain most of the yelps, but occasionally I’d falter and some little vocalization would escape on an especially painful hit...

She removed the ring and slid it all the way down the dildo’s shaft until it was resting on its wide base. Then she re-threaded the little straps through the ring, snapping them again to the triangular panel. When secured the ring held the dildo’s base tightly to the panel so it projected from her body just like an erection. Any lingering doubt about the difference between me fucking her and her fucking me vanished as she slid her hands to her hips so I could get a good long look.

ASSTR's story codes and keywords: arm binder, bondage, bdsm, crop, cunnilingus, dildo, dominatrix, femdom, gag, monoglove, oral sex, single sleeve, spanking, strap-on, sub male, supervised masturbation, riding crop
 
 
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Gift of the Krampus III- A man finds the opportunity to cheat on his wife and live out his fantasies at a Christmas Eve party as his wife does the same to him. All goes well until they're interrupted by an angry Krampus.


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Snippet- As she turns I get a look at her bare ass for the first time, round, wonderful, jiggling as she moves- then I see them. I grab her ankles and stop her cold. She looks over her shoulder, and her smile vanishes when she sees the look on my face, the wide eyes, the open mouth. Her milk white skin is marked with the distinctive red stripes of a single tail whip expertly applied in near perfectly spaced parallel stripes, and I should know. I’m an expert on the subject...

     ...“Spread your legs a little,” I tell her. “I don’t want you to clench... There, that’s good.”
I pick the flogger up from the side of the chair. I’m light headed. I have to fight not to tremble. It seems like an unseen door has opened and I’m living a whole new life, the life I always wanted but was too scared to pursue. It was so much easier to get a house, and a guest house, and a pool, and a BMW M for weekdays and a Ferrari for weekends, but Finley got the flogger- and she carries it with her...

... Finley lets out a shocked yelp as she’s emptied. Her face curdles and her hands rise instinctively to cover herself. Eyes wide, mouth open, there’s the briefest moment of silence before her scream fills the room, but this is no act, no sex play- it’s genuine terror, something I’ve never seen before, not in person. I claw impotently at the bed, but I’m still going backwards. My head pivots as I fall to the floor and I see something out of a nightmare, but in mid-struggle I can neither question whether I’m dreaming nor if I’ve gone insane. It’s as real as Finley, my Christmas tree, or my Ferrari, and it is very much a monster, so large it has to stoop to avoid the ceiling. It stands on a pair of hooves beneath legs of rippling muscle that are easily seen even through their covering of filthy matted black fur. Its torso is half human, half animal, with powerful arms ending in dark human-like hands, but larger, and tipped with mottled yellow claws so threatening they’d give a lion chills. Its head is goat-like, but larger, much larger, with black and red eyes that seem to flash with every movement, and giant rippling horns. But the thing’s snout is no grass eating goat’s. It’s long and pointed, that of a carnivore or carrion eater, filled with jagged yellow teeth that look strong enough to cut through bone. None of that is as bad as what it’s pulling me towards it with- not its hands, or teeth, of which I’m still out of reach. No, what it has wrapped securely around my scrotum is its tongue- a green, slimy, fully articulated organ many feet long that looks like a pond rotted rope- green, rough, and covered with slime, but hot, nearly steaming.

ASSTR's story codes and keywords: birch, bondage, bdsm, Christmas, crop, flogging, holiday, krampus, myth, nacht, night, sub-female, sub-male, supernatural, welts, wheals
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