Rings
Toy Box
an cockrings collection edited by M. Rode
Torquere Press
What can one lover give another that means more than a ring?
These
rings are a little more than a simple gold band, but they make for a
scorching hot Toy Box.
In The Ming Ring,
Kiernan Kelly give us Mark, a real player who meets his match in Lan,
who has a special jade ring that he wants Mark to wear. In Syd
McGinley's, Short Leash, Dr. Fell is learning to
live again
after the death of a loved one, and Rory might just be the man to get
him going. Mychael Black's Pirate's Pride has
pirate Ian
worried that he's not enough for his lover, Silas, and searching for
ways to keep himself ready for love. Wrap yourself up in this Toy Box
today!
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Excerpt from "A Pirate's Pride":
In my forty years, I've never worried about growing old. I was always
one step ahead of the hangman's rope; worrying about trivial matters
was not worth my time when my neck was on the line. But now I had the
time, and things I'd not given thought to in the past were beginning to
enter my mind. Things like last night's failed explorations. Well,
perhaps not so much failed, as curtailed.
Shoving back the thoughts, I hefted another timber and balanced it on
my shoulder. The fence was nearing completion, and once done, it would
give us space for small livestock. We hadn't the land for anything
ambitious, but a few smaller varieties would do well. Silas built the
shelter last week and we hoped to get everything settled before the
cold set in.
Almost a year had gone by before we made it back to Espana Pequena. Our
little cottage on the hill was as we'd left it. A healthy sum kept it
in general repair while we chased our fortune. Jean Florin's trove gave
us the means to survive rather comfortably once we returned, and we
remained ever watchful for hints of new quarry.
The rains were heavy now, taking their toll on the land and the dark
mud oozed up over my boots. Yesterday's rain had turned the earth into
a quagmire, making my work more difficult than need be. Still, despite
the lack of purchase my feet had on the ground, I managed to erect the
last fence post. If only other things were that simple.
I scowled and cursed, giving the wooden post a good, strong kick. Last
night weighed heavily on my mind. Was I really so old as to lose my
ability to perform? Though Silas hadn't cared, as my fingers and tongue
finished what my cock could not, I felt less than whole. What manner of
man cannot fill his lover to the point of climax? I kicked the post
again for good measure.
"Unprovoked attacks? Now that's not like you, Captain Bowers." A strong
hand rested on one shoulder, then the other, Silas working the tension
from my muscles. "Are you still concerned about last night?"
"How can a man call himself a man when he can't keep his cock hard
enough to fuck?"