The past is always out to bite us in the ass. Seth was a previous gang member and did things any gang member would do. He made mistakes. Although, did he deserve to be kidnapped and tortured for them? Revenge, it haunts us...

The first time he saw it he was four years old, struggling to pry his mother's clawing fingers from their vice-grip on his wrist. He'd screamed and begged while she roared threats into his tear-streaked face, and then his voice choked in his throat when he saw those glimmering eyes lazily observing him from a shadowed corner. A forked tongue flicked out, the color of freshly-spilled blood. Thousands of staring eyes the same color as his. A dark stirring in his belly that made his mother seem less like a horribly invincible monster and more like foolish prey that had wandered too close. The ghost (demon?) disappeared once he'd blinked the stinging tears from his eyes, cringing at the way his mother's nails dug into already-scarred skin. That feeling the thing had sparked, though, insistently remained, quiet but ever-present, preying on the emotions he'd been forcing himself to swallow down ever since his father died. And it only got worse from there.

After a sexy and exhilarating night with a new slave to his dungeon, the master Sadist Sykes is dead set on courting the young man who'd enchanted him. But the young man has some secrets... and Sykes may just be the one asking for mercy when it's all over with. !! Old--needs serious editing !! #110 in LGBT #304 in bxb #234 in manxboy Copyright © 2017 by Prince Anonymous (Alexander) All rights reserved.

//Discontinued// Gon's trying to find a way to get his Nen back. An all too well known magician grands him assistance,but he still aims for a fight to death. I do not own any characters, they belong to Yoshihiro Togashi! Warning of possible underage! Don't like, don't read! Merry Christmas! This story is a small gift to you! I hope you like it ;)

Caution: strong sexual content, Bondage, boyxboy content. My name is Damon and my guardians and I moved to a little town that seemed never to progress from the 1950's. How wrong was I? Extremely apparently. The first day at my new school I got attacked. After running out of school and finding a nice quiet spot to sit and think, I fell asleep. When I woke up I couldn't speak and was chained to a bed in a tiny room only to discover I was to become a toy - a rag doll as he put it for the rest of my life.