Bend Over, Big Boy
an anthology edited by Kit Zheng
Torquere Press
Ever wonder what happens when the tables are turned on a rough,
tough top, and he ends up on the bottom? Who doesn't? Bend Over, Big Boy
has plenty of butch subs and tough guys in trouble, whether they beg
for it or have to be coerced into taking it like a man. The smoking hot
stories in Bend Over, Big Boy range from rough and raw to wicked and
playful, all the while giving a nod and a wink to setting convention on
its ear.
Veteran authors like Chris Owen and Syd
McGinley know how to bring on the heat, while new authors such as Eider
Gray and CA James play on the themes of pride and delight. These rough
and tumble guys come in all shapes and sizes, so come see what it's
like when a buff guy goes bottoms up! Grab a copy of Bend Over, Big Boy
today!
List of Stories:
Mychael
Black - Release
Noel
Blue - The Ghost
Jamie
Booth - Drive
Anah
Crow - Lessons in Kneeling
Martin
Delacroix - Fuck Me... Please
Eider
Grey - Riders on the Storm
CA
James - Personal Time
Clare
London - Open Up
Syd
McGinley - Unmasked
Chris
Owen - Logan's
Project
CB
Potts - In the Hole
Meredith
Shrike - Like Clockwork
Matt Stedmann - Spike
KC
Warwick - No Man's Servant
GS
Wiley - Crocodile Bird
Autumn
Winterwind - A Game of Empire
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Excerpt from "Release":
The sound of Jared's fist hitting bone made a satisfying crunch and he
smirked as his opponent sank to the ground, bruised and battered. The
crowd roared, the steel cage a flimsy barrier to the ravenous patrons.
Jared flexed, muscles rolling, cock filling, as he drank in the
bloodthirsty praise of his fans. Yet again, his title as the prize
combatant of the city's premiere fight club remained intact. Wolf or
human, he had no equal here. He was king.
The cage door rattled when it opened. Jared walked out amid slaps on
the back and more than his share of gropes. He shrugged it all off,
heading straight for the makeshift bar. Blake, the bartender, who had
more holes in his skinny body than nature intended, set an ice-cold
bottle of some off-brand beer on the bar just as Jared sat on a rickety
stool.
"Good show, ol' man," Blake shouted over the din of heavy music and
calls for more blood as two more fighters--one huge human and one burly
wolf--took the cage.
Jared nodded, lifted the beer in salute, then tossed half the contents
back in one gulp. "Thanks." He finished off the beer and slammed the
bottle down. Thirst sated, he swept the crowd with a hungry gaze. When
he found what he wanted, he licked his lips. Fucking perfect. The wolf
inside him was just as hungry as the man for a hot, tight hole.
With Blake's chuckle in the background, the music pounding in his ears,
and the need to fuck pumping through his veins, Jared stalked across
the room to a table in the corner. His prey for the evening stared up
at him with pale gray eyes, rimmed in black. Equally black hair draped
over slender shoulders, straight and shiny, even in the dim light. If
it weren't for the angular shape of the jaw, Jared would've sworn this
was a chick. Wouldn't have mattered, really--an ass, a pussy, he wasn't
picky.
"Interesting occupation you have." There was the slightest hint of a
Southern drawl buried in those words and long, slender fingers cupped a
dark bottle.
Jared snorted. "Wanna fuck?"
One manicured eyebrow rose and the tempting morsel gave Jared a
once-over that made his prick twitch. "Here? No. Somewhere
more...private? Absolutely."
Well, that was easy. Jared jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Alley's that way."
"I don't fuck in alleys." Long legs swung out and the man stood up,
comically short compared to Jared's own six-foot-five. Jared wondered
for a moment if the man's asshole would even stretch around his prick.