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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.9 - Love's Shadow

“Jimmy? Are you there?”

Jimmy could still hear the voice in his head as he drove down the freeway, heading for the city proper. He had snuck out of his room in the middle of the night, and was on his way to Pigtown--all because a dream that he was somehow certain wasn’t a dre...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.8 - The Hole in the Wall

Samuel pushed his way out onto the street, taking a few deep breaths of the cold night air. He hadn’t even gathered his coat from the studio before he’d abandoned the young man he’d picked up from Depot, but he hoped that the chill might settle him, ground him for a moment. He flexed his ha...

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Suggested Story: A Helping Hand

Folks supporting me over on Sponsus can put suggestions in the hat for little flash fictions they'd like to see me write! Here's the first one this month! If you have an idea, the suggestion box is open over there.

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“I mean, I want to get bigger, but no one tells you how much wor...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.7 - Old Acquaintances

“What do you want pig? You want more smoke?”

The man on his knees in front of Kyle gave a little whimper, but the size of his hard on, and the hunger in his eyes showed that his hesitancy was no longer as powerful as his newfound lust. Kyle took a long drag off the jumbo pipe he was smo...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.6 - The Warden

Precinct 27 had been a normal police precinct, at one point. The neighborhood had been rundown, ripe for gentrification maybe, but no more troubled than any other area of the city. But then, they’d seen an uptick in public indecency, nudity, sex in the alleys, all of it originating at the far e...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.5 - Side Effects

Parker swore that it had been a normal workout--usually a couple of hours from when he started stretching to his cool down cardio. When he looked outside though, he was confused to see that it was night already, and he had been lifting weights for close to five hours straight, cycling through arm...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.4 - Creative Block

After Parker had slapped him around back at their apartment, Samuel had spent a few minutes brooding a bit about it, and then packed a bag so he could stay overnight in his studio. It was over between them, unofficially at this point, but he wasn’t stupid enough to wait for a brute like that to...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.3 - Shadow's Puppet

Marlon was lost, had been lost for a while now. Sometimes, he was there in the cage, feeling his body slowly draining away, too exhausted to move, too exhausted to do much of anything. Other times, he was out of the cage, with Shadow, who for the last week, had been tormenting Marlon’s shade al...

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New Sponsus Page!

Hey all! After last week's nightmare, I've started an account over on Sponsus.org, where I will be dedicating most of my energy as far as crowdfunding goes for the forseeable future. You can check out my profile here! The go...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.2 - Filing a Report at Precinct 27

The week before, after going to see his friend Kyle at the smoke shop and having that strange conversation with Marshall,Jim had strode down the sidewalk and gone straight towards the precinct as Marshall had suggested. Standing outside the building, however, his resolve had wavered. Marshall had...

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The Pigtown Chronicles: Chapter 3.1 - Feeding the Fire

Part 3: The Long Shadows Behind the Light

Chapter 1: Feeding the Flame

The Tuesday after he’d met Rod in the VIP room above Depot, Samuel had given him a call and said he wanted to talk about his offer. He’d intended the meeting to be short--long ...

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Additional News of a Worse Nature

Those of you who follow me on twitter, or are members of my discord, may have seen the news that I got pinged by Patreon support for violating their terms of service. I'd been careful as of late, but that last story of mine got me in trouble, and as a result, I had to do a very substantial purge ...

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News Update (8/25/21)

Hey all! It's been a hell of a summer, and a hell of a week, struggling through a bunch of real life stuff, and it isn't looking like things are going to be lightening up anytime soon. As it is, I've been struggling to find time to write consistently, which I'm sure has been frustrating for reade...

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Interactive: Arctos Dating (Part 1)

Guess who finally cleared their commission queue! This fella, it was me. Sorry the content over here has been a little sporadic for the last while, but while I get back to work on The Pigtown Chronicles, I thought it would be a good time to do another interactive story! I considered picking u...

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The Pigtown Chronicles - The House of Brand

I know I said I'd get back to The Pigtown Chronicles come May, but I'm still wrapping up the last few commissions before I can get back and start posting the third arc. In the meantime, another commissioner requested a story in the Pigtown universe, and gave me a chance to introduce a new par...

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News!

Hey all! So I'm branching out into something I've been wanting to do for a while now, and have decided to start doing some solo, sexy video content--my stories, basically, but as a monologue. I posted one on youtube and linked to it a while back, which 2021-05-01 23:35:09 +0000 UTC View Post

Video Commission - Won't You Join Me For a Pipe?

A few months ago, a patron sent me an email asking if I'd do a video for him, similar to the ones I've shown upper tier patrons in the past. I figured, why not? Here's the result! It's a first for me f...

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TPC: Chapter 2.14 - The Reality Check

Alright, here's the final chapter of part 2! I hope you enjoyed this one. There's going to be a bit of a break between this and part 3, which I will probably start posting in May. As for what's coming in April, I'm planning on another run of captions I think, which I'll be posting on discord ...

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TPC: Chapter 2.13 - The Give and Take

Barry and Dennis didn’t cuddle much. Perhaps it was because Dennis was a bit cold in bed, and guarded his sleep close. You couldn’t do a clean surgery if you were tired in the morning, after all. But this morning, Dennis appreciated it. The little spoon wasn’t his usual position, since he w...

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TPC: Chapter 2.12 - The Hardhat Life

“Rise and shine meatheads, let’s get to fuckin’ work!”

Richard groaned and rolled over on the mattress, and nearly tumbled off--he reached out and found a post and stopped himself, then looked around. He had no idea where he was. In fact, he had no idea where he was supposed to be. ...

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TPC: Chapter 2.11 - Lost in The Hideaway

Dennis quickly discovered that The Hideaway wasn’t so much a bar, as a fucking maze. The hallway made a few turns, and then ended at a junction going left or right. The corridor was narrow, and barely lit. He stood there for a couple moments, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and then went right,...

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TPC: Chapter 2.10 - Emptied Out

Richard found himself dragged down some concrete steps into the basement of the house where Barry had driven them. It was not his house--where in the hell was he? He tried to focus on what was going on around him, but it was difficult. He never drank that much, but Barry had just kept filling his...

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TPC: Chapter 2.9 - Solving the Puzzle

For the rest of the week, Dennis found himself running that odd encounter with Kyle’s father over and over in his head, trying desperately to fit all of his memories of the last week into some sort of order. Some of the pieces now felt like they didn’t fit anywhere...(had he really seen Kyle ...

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TPC: Chapter 2.8 - The Friday Night Party

Thursday evening, after work, Barry was on the corner where Hugh had told him to wait. Depot was down the street, and he watched the nearly unmarked door keep a steady traffic going in, even this early. Barry was surprised that a club would ever be that busy on a weeknight, but he found himself t...

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PTC: Chapter 2.7 - Smoke and Shadow

Upstairs that evening, Marshall had Kyle assist with cooking dinner, and after they’d eaten, he led him into the living room. There, against the wall, was another humidor full of Marshall’s private stash of cigars, and hanging beside it, a rack with his pipes. He pulled out two cigars, handed...

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TPC: Chapter 2.6 - Counteroffers and Missing Pieces

Of all the things that Barry had considered that meeting might be, he was left with a result, afterward, that was so far beyond his expectations that by the time he got home, he was sure that it must have been a dream of some sort. A hallucination, perhaps. He checked his wallet twice, but everyt...

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TPC: Chapter 5 - A New Apprentice

Kyle did think about what Marshall had said. It was all he could really think about for the rest of that afternoon, that evening after he went home, while he tried to sleep, and in the morning when he woke up. He kept thinking about watching that little bit of smoke slide into Dennis’ ear, thou...

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TPC: Chapter 2.4 - The Broker

The phone call on Monday had been cryptic:

“Brokerage,” a rather deep voice had said on the other end of the line, after Barry dialed the number he’d been given.

“Yes, hello. My name is Barry Gersholm. I was given a card with this number to contact a Mr. Ian Miller.”

T...

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TPC: Chapter 2.3 - Getting the Runaround

As soon as Dennis stepped into the lobby at Precinct 27 on Tuesday around noon, he gave a little grimace. This was not the well kept, shiny sort of police station they had out in the suburbs (or at least, it wasn’t the idea of a well kept, shiny police station that he had in mind, since he had ...

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TPC: Chapter 2.2 - Marshall's Cigar and Briar

Kyle woke up on Saturday morning with a throbbing headache and a sore throat, enough that when he went downstairs, his mother asked him if he was catching a cold, while his father just kept reading the paper, uninterested. Kyle waved his mom off, worried he might still smell of alcohol, or worse,...

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