Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Siktici.
18 Nov 2013 comments
In a place near San Diego's harbor, among a graveyard of rusted and paint-blotched warehouses, a hold-up appears in progress. Buckles flicker under opaque sun; leather murmurs in cool, marine air; and heavy boots positions and reposition their grips on the asphalt. A leather arm grips a neck. Another holds two smaller, flannelled arms. Keys jangle, chains protest: it is the taking of a valuable commodity.
18 Nov 2013 comments
The second pair of hands that had been working Raymond's nipples joined the third in providing a tongue for his hunger ass, his taint, and his hairy balls. Both tongues licked and slurped with exquisite expertise that sent Raymond into quivers, trembles, and moans of pleasure.
18 Nov 2013 comments
"I told you not to speak," Big Daddy said but not in his usual daddy's-warning-you sort of way. The words squeaked between his clenched teeth, "Do you understand?"
18 Nov 2013 comments
So finally, he's treating me like my other daddy. The thought flashed in my mind, an ad of disappointment, and movement of subliminal distress.
18 Nov 2013 comments
I found my own breathing labored from fear, fear that I would be discovered with Granddaddy's secrets, but when I strained against the sudden burst of light, I noticed that no one moved from their grief. I guessed it was easy to move among adults who didn't suppose children knew of a deathwatch or knew that death waited in the darkest corner.
16 Nov 2013 comments
Big Daddy pulled his Harley (he thought newer cars and SUVs were for, in his words, "Milquetoast panty waste") onto a gravel road and wound around to one of the faded houses with an adjacent red and rusting barn.
15 Nov 2013 comments
A regimented man, economic in thought, common sense reared, a rebel with little patience for whiners, and now a leather daddy with a cause, Sergeant Major Robert Gilmore, Retired, a crusty 26-year veteran, my daddy of eight months.
15 Nov 2013 comments
"I got my whole fist is in there." Jack said. "You're such a fuckin' liar, Jack." My speech slurred severely from the something Jack put in my drink. I told him to surprise me. Whatever it was, it gave me a fuzzy feeling of well being.