The problem was, of course, that there were simply too many boys and too few girls being born and growing up past their late teens. Still, Ewan told himself, there had to be a better way to cope with the surplus of boys coming of age than the recently instituted mix of a lottery, a physical exam, an intelligence test, and a review of high-school grades that was applied to each teenager when he turned eighteen and a half, and that was about to decide the fate of sturdy, muscular Ewan as he waited

Eaten Alive



© 2004 Felix Lance Falkon


Dane stood within a circle of ancient megaliths -- a miniature Stonehenge, standing not on Salisbury Plain in England, but on a tiny Carribean isle, now lit by the rising moon of All Hallows' Eve. There he saw four stone benches, spaced little more than thirty degrees apart, radiating from an open pit a yard in diameter. Big, blond Olaf, one of Dane's sh

Foodplay and Games



© 2004 Felix Lance Falkon




It isn't that students have been turning up dead and dehydrated, almost as if they'd been

drained,

that's upsetting the Dean so much,

Rocky told himself as he strode through the heavily wooded north end of the college

Treat or Trickery



© 2004 Felix Lance Falkon


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Mickey, proprietor of the Exotics Bar, poured a Bloody Mary (made with real blood, a specialty of the house) for Vlad, who picked it up and followed a centaur and an incubus to a quiet corner. Mickey watched them go, then glanced around the Bar's main parlor. He saw two naked, stiff- pronged men stan

Trick or Treat



© 2004 Felix Lance Falkon


Stony heard his doorbell ring again. He strode to the door, opened it, and said, "Sorry, kid; but I just ran out of -- hey, aren't you a bit old to go trick or treating?"

Facing the big bodybuilder stood a freckle-faced wizard, to judge by his flowing black robe and pointed hat, and who looked to be in his late teens

The Prong Eating Vine



© Felix Lance Falkon


I headed out back of the house, and found Big Bill standing in the pool, naked, with his dick up hard and stuck into the end of some kind of leaf-green hose.

“Whatcha doing?” I asked.

“Oh, hey there, Spike. Check it out. I got me a cock-sucker vine.”

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The Termination Clinic



© 2004 Felix Lance Falkon



Inspired by Chad's book-length work, "Selection Day"


The hearing was quick -- too quick, Peter Fiorito thought as the Judge banged his gavel and pronounced sentence. "Peter Fiorito, I find you to be an incorrigible juvenile delinquent. Therefore, I now sentence you to im