Wired Hard 4 is out at Circlet.com

One of my editing projects, the latest installment of Circlet’s gay speculative fiction anthologies, Wired Hard 4, is now available. Check out the link for purchasing information. There’s a not safe for work excerpt on Circlet. Here’s another!

I was brought before the Emperor in a simple, private ceremony after one of his sumptuous banquets. Led in by the Chamberlain himself I was made to kneel, mouth open, on a silk pillow embroidered with soft gold. I knelt there in complete surrender, much like the entire world the Queen Mother had placed at His Highness’s feet. The only difference being that, given the chance, I would not bite. With His Highness‘s virginity ensured for the arranged marriage, then still some months off, the Royal Catamite was a guaranteed font of pleasure until His Highness wed and was allowed a suitable harem. I nearly quivered at the thought of the luxury and riches awaiting me if I were so chosen. The Emperor circled me the way a reluctant new owner might assay a new horse, wary of being thrown. Eventually he lifted his robes and mounted my face. My jaw went slack, more so than was necessary for my uncles; my Lord was big. His thrust was without experience but he proceeded with willful energy. I had never had a youthful man and liked the newness of his musk. Fermented from an afternoon on horseback, it was of obvious royal vintage. The divine strength barreled in the hard belly pushing against my nose both humbled and excited me. This joy did not show, however. I am a professional. My tongue became his muscle. I knew for his every thrust when to parry, when to suck. He emptied voluptuous milk into my mouth, which I had been coached to immediately spit into the cloth proffered by the Assistant Sub-Chamberlain. This fluid was rushed to the Royal Falconry where it was fed to His Highness’ favored hunting birds, forming a powerful bond between Emperor and Falcon.

It was forbidden to swallow the Royal fluid. It drives Empresses mad and poisons lowly catamites like myself. The Emperor offered me a slight pat on the head. The Chamberlain tugged on the back of my collar and I was removed from the room. The young Emperor had approved. My future was assured.