Toy box out today!
Feb. 20th, 2008 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdThe Piercing Toybox, which gives our readers their first look at Jacob Plum, aka Torturo the Pain King and Nick Harper is out today!
The piece is called "His Wicked Way." Have an excerpt:
Torturo turned him. “Let's have dinner and then I'll sweep you away to our private rail coach and have my wicked way with you." He laughed his great booming laugh, sending it down the nearly-empty Midway, rolling along the ground like thunder. Alice and Dinah, the conjoined twins, paused in their three-legged gait to look back. They jointly blew kisses to Nick and Torturo and continued on to the cook tent. Torturo caught one in each hand, pressed them over the dimples that showed in his cheeks when he smiled, and blew them each one in return.
Nick joined in, the laughter infectious, as it always was. He adored his large lover, not in the least because he was made on a smaller model. Although not the Giant, Torturo stood tall, his large hands and wide smile almost as intimidating as the sharp hazel eyes under his mass of fair hair. His appetites were equally large. Nick had seen him drink a bottle of whiskey as if it were a can of beer, and open a second with scarcely a breath between. He smoked three packs of the fine Turkish cigarettes a day and ate hugely, never seeming to gain an ounce. If it promised new sensation, new pleasure, Torturo had tried it. His laugh matched the rest of him, and Nick loved that the best of anything Torturo did in public.
Nick stroked Torturo's pencil-thin mustache and pretended to faint in his tall lover's arms. “Yes, you dreadful brute for I am wholly overcome by you." He flicked a tongue into Torturo's cleft chin. Torturo held him for a moment and then let him fall on his ass. Nick looked wounded, then grinned. Torturo extended a big hand down and pulled him to his feet. They both laughed all the way to dinner.
The piece is called "His Wicked Way." Have an excerpt:
Torturo turned him. “Let's have dinner and then I'll sweep you away to our private rail coach and have my wicked way with you." He laughed his great booming laugh, sending it down the nearly-empty Midway, rolling along the ground like thunder. Alice and Dinah, the conjoined twins, paused in their three-legged gait to look back. They jointly blew kisses to Nick and Torturo and continued on to the cook tent. Torturo caught one in each hand, pressed them over the dimples that showed in his cheeks when he smiled, and blew them each one in return.
Nick joined in, the laughter infectious, as it always was. He adored his large lover, not in the least because he was made on a smaller model. Although not the Giant, Torturo stood tall, his large hands and wide smile almost as intimidating as the sharp hazel eyes under his mass of fair hair. His appetites were equally large. Nick had seen him drink a bottle of whiskey as if it were a can of beer, and open a second with scarcely a breath between. He smoked three packs of the fine Turkish cigarettes a day and ate hugely, never seeming to gain an ounce. If it promised new sensation, new pleasure, Torturo had tried it. His laugh matched the rest of him, and Nick loved that the best of anything Torturo did in public.
Nick stroked Torturo's pencil-thin mustache and pretended to faint in his tall lover's arms. “Yes, you dreadful brute for I am wholly overcome by you." He flicked a tongue into Torturo's cleft chin. Torturo held him for a moment and then let him fall on his ass. Nick looked wounded, then grinned. Torturo extended a big hand down and pulled him to his feet. They both laughed all the way to dinner.
