December 27th, 2010
Scrap Yard Visitor by Dougie fae Glesca.
Steve had completed six years with the Royal Marine Commandos, receiving an honourable discharge (along with two commendations for bravery). He decided to take a four-week holiday before starting his new civvy job as a policeman. Two years ago he had been promoted to corporal and a physical training instructor, so at 24 years of age he was at the peak of fitness with a well developed body. Ten days before his discharge Steve had received a letter from Andy, a friend and former marine PT instructor inviting him to Glasgow…
November 24th, 2010
Punking Mike by Max Hewitt.
“Look, Mike, we live in the same town, we go to the same university. You and I are going to be together a lot in the next three years. So you are going to be my boy.” I guess I was pretty naïve. I still didn’t now what he was getting at. “Your boy?” “Yeah, Mikey, my boy. My bitch. You’re gonna be my cocksucker, my pussyboy, my asslicker — whatever I want…
November 19th, 2010
Demons by Dougie fae Glesca.
The Demons club is a club in Glasgow with 70% of its members wearing denim and the remaining members wearing uniforms, overalls, leather or rubber. The main interests of members are grease, oil mud, piss, bondage and humiliation. The club was formed by several breakaway members of another club called the Nightriders, which was mainly a leather club. To some Nightriders the usual club nights had been too tame and too boring, and there was an attempt led by one member, Frank, to widen the club activities by having a mud, oil and piss sessions once a month. Members would wear old gear and they could wrestle in mud or oil and the winner could rub grease or shit into the loser’s gear and piss over him and finally fuck him…
September 8th, 2010
Climbing Bear by Sequoyah.
I woke up and realized I was not alone in my sleeping bag. I raised up on an elbow and looked into the face of an Indian, an Indian no-one except his mother would call handsome–and I wasn’t sure about her. Hell, I loved the man with all my Indian heart and even I would have difficulty calling him handsome if I were objective, but objective I was not…
