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Hans ran his hand along his lover’s arm. “We’ll deal with them as

they present themselves. No use worrying about things we can’t

control. For the here and now, I’m just happy you’re safe and well.

Besides, you get released today and we’ve got a lot of catching up to

do.”

“You mean you want to keep fucking me until I pass out, right?”

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“Damn straight,” Hans said, adding more chuckles to his words.

“But I can assure you, you won’t end up in here ever again, not if I

can help it.”

“Good. I don’t like hospitals.” Adrian sat up, his smile warm and

welcome. “Now take me to this wonderful brother of yours in the

countryside. I like the fresh air, free from soot and smoke and all the

shit that’s bad for you.”

“Oh, and I went back to the police today… saw that lovely

detective who was so helpful after the apartment fire.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I told them Josh was innocent.”

“How’d you prove that?”

Hans smiled. “Well, what I get rid of, I can call back. Seems a

couple of days out in the frozen tundra of the Arctic cooled off our not

so friendly fire magician. He was happy to be back, and with a little

nudge from me, he told them the truth. That and the lure of a cosy jail

cell, of course.”

“You did good, handsome. I’m proud of you.”

“Why thank you. Oh, I almost forgot. I went shopping, too.”

Adrian’s eyes lit up even more than they already were. “What did

you buy?”

Hans leant down, retrieving a bag he had placed by his feet. He

opened it, pulling out it’s bounty for his lover to catch a glimpse of. “I

got you some new panties, all pretty lace, too.”

“Damn it, that’s it. You’re so going to have to slam your cock into

me real soon. In fact, you’ll have to do it over and over until you pass

out as well. Nothing gets me fired up like a man who buys me pretty

underwear.”

“My evil plan all along.” Hans once more kissed his man, long

and deep and with plenty of tongue as well. This time he didn’t care

about burning his underwear with his pre-cum, he had bought himself

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a fire-proof pad he adapted as a liner. He could actually wear one pair,

and with peace of mind as well. In fact, he could produce all the pre-

ejaculate he wanted, and he was sure as he was getting hard and

horny, that his beautiful hunk of a man would encourage plenty from

him, too. Just what he would want.

“Now, call the doctor. I want to get out of here.”

Hans pressed the call button.

THE END

Author bio:
My name is Mark Alders. I live in a house. This house

has a street in front of it which is a good thing because if it didn’t I

wouldn’t be able to drive down to the shop and purchase the chocolate

I need on a daily basis *giggle* Seriously, I am a mild mannered post

office worker by day and an erotic romance writer (mainly male/male)

at night. Not much else to say other than, like everyone else, I have

bills to pay, a mortgage and family that I love and drive me crazy all

at the same time. Oh, and I have a dog, too! See? Average Joe…

except when I get down and write… then I let my imagination go to

places I never knew existed and my characters invade my mind.

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Rory Auden – BONDS AND BUBBLE RINGS (Shifters/BDSM)

Genre:
paranormal (shape-shifters)

Tags:
shifters, BDSM, paranormal, shifter, men

Dear Author,

with children, Hawaii, Asian, Japanese,

*Feel free to write any plot

swimming, Kinbaku

that whispers in your ear.

Words:
8,814

*Not a fan of historicals, but

i wouldn’t mind a

BONDS AND BUBBLE RINGS

paranormal or contemporary

by Rory Auden

setting.

*This request may be a

Takumi slipped out of the Hawaii Mazu

challenge with that kind of

hotel by the unobtrusive service door at the side

picture, but i would like the

of the building and made his way along the

story to be “kinky”. I would

love you if you gave him a

edge of the private beach. He picked a path over

suit-wearing, tough Dom.

rocks rather than cross the sands where the

No limits on how far to go, i

hotel guests soaked up the sun. When he was

like dark reads.

close to the water line, he slipped around a

*Please don’t leave the child

patch of rushgrass and over a broken fence to a

as an ornament, give him a

place where the high side of a black rock

little personality. The term

family dynamics, comes to

formed a kind of cliff. Next to this, instead of

mind.

shallow water lapping over a wide expanse of

[PHOTO: A beautiful Asian

sand, there was a channel deep enough to swim

man stares solemnly, dark

in.

eyes, fine mouth, and high

cheekbones framed by

His colleagues put up with the minimum

shaggy black hair. In his

wages, substandard staff accommodation and

sweater-clad arms he

bullying management style because of the

cradles a naked infant. But

though his hold on the child

cachet of working at a luxury hotel whose

is competent, and loving,

guests often included Hawaiian or even minor

something in his face says

mainland celebrities. Takumi put up with the

this child alone is not

disadvantages because of this deep, narrow pool

enough.]

that led directly to open sea.

I hope i’m not being too

picky. I just really want

He removed and folded the loose striped

good family dynamic,

shorts that were all he had been wearing, hiding

without it being too sweet,

and some kinks.

them in a dry cleft between two rocks. He took

one last look around to check that nobody was

Sincerely — Rossy

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watching, breathed in deeply, and slipped silently into the sea.

The salt water began to change him as soon as he was two-thirds

immersed. Hair and limbs retracted; the spine lengthened; head

merged into the streamlined black-and-white body. In less than the

time of one human breath, Takumi was dolphin.

With a flick of his tail he slid along the channel, staying

underwater until he was far enough from the beach to be invisible. It

wasn’t difficult to stay clear of the people in the water: the hotel had a

huge pool, and most of the guests preferred to swim there than risk the

effects of salt water on skin and hair. Besides, with echolocation

bouncing sounds back to him, he knew exactly what was where in the

ocean.

He swam out to where the water was cool and deep and then came

up to the surface to breathe. He sensed fish, probably cod, somewhere

below him, but decided to let them go. His yearning was not for food

but for company.

Without other dolphins, he didn’t feel secure. Takumi’s species,

the Pacific white-sider, usually lived in schools or pods of at least

thirty. In other places and other times, the half-human creatures

known as mermen and mermaids had their own pods, but Takumi was

the only one of his kind living on this part of the shore. If he wanted

to swim with others – and he always did – he had to find a pod of

pure-bred dolphins.

They usually accepted him well enough. A merman was not a

threat to the status-conscious male dolphins. They knew that he

wouldn’t be around for long, so he wouldn’t be interested in

challenging anybody’s ranking in the pod. In Takumi’s case, they also

knew that they could thrash him if he did: he was an easy-going kind

of guy, not interested in females and not especially big.

Where was everybody? It felt like there wasn’t another dolphin in

the whole of the Pacific. He headed up the coast a little way and found

a small, mainly-female pod who were wave-jumping in the wake of a

boat. He would have liked to play but not that game. He was too

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aware of the dangers of boats and men. He went just close enough to

greet them, then turned away.

A few minutes later he picked up the clicks of another animal,

closer in to the shore. His first impression was that it was a solitary

bull, but as he drew nearer, he realized there was a little one with him,

a young calf, probably less than a year old in human terms. But where

was their pod? Calves always stayed close to their mothers, or if the

mother was dead, to another female relative. Yet there seemed to be

no other dolphins in range.

Takumi approached this strange situation cautiously. He had never

found a bull alone with a calf before. When he came within calling

distance he gave his signature whistle in greeting.

His signature whistle included his name, ‘sea pioneer’, and the

fact that he was a merman, along with other identifiers. If this bull

knew him, he would recognize him from it; if not, he would at least

understand that Takumi was not an aggressor.

The reply came back: ‘ocean soarer’. And the other dolphin was

also saying ‘merman’.

For a moment Takumi thought he was being teased. Strong males

would do that sometimes, imitating his whistle to mock his half-

human weakness. But the bull was approaching him now and he could

hear the calf eagerly whistling his own identity: ‘land’, merman. The

calf wouldn’t be capable of disguise. Anyway, whoever heard of a

full-blood dolphin called ‘land’?

Merfolk, right near the hotel! Takumi could hardly believe it. Of

course, they were probably tourists, but maybe they would stay a

while. And that explained the bull with a calf thing: a half-human

adult would take his son swimming, just like Takumi’s dad used to do

with him. It wasn’t weird if they were merfolk.

He swam closer until he could see them. The bull was gorgeous.

Bigger than Takumi, probably older, he had beautiful lines to his

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markings. He moved with a casual elegance born of a deep inner

strength.

Instinctively, Takumi ducked his head in submission. The other

bull glided around him. The calf flipped up and down, excited, saying

hello over and over until the bull gave him a gentle slap with the side

of his head.

Then they swam together, all three, racing after shoals of

anchovies or breaching the surface to ride a breaking wave. Takumi

went as close as he dared to the other bull until he was batted off in a

friendly way. This made him happy. It was the right order of things,

that he should be put in his place by this more powerful male.

After they had played together for a while, the calf seemed to

consider Takumi part of the family. Still yelping with excitement from