About Bend Over, Big Boy

edited by Kit Zheng
182 pages / 78000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-422-9, 1-60370-422-1
Available file types - html. lit, pdf, prc

Ever wonder what happens when the tables are turned on a rough, tough top, and he ends up on the bottom? Who doesn't? Bend Over, Big Boy has plenty of butch subs and tough guys in trouble, whether they beg for it or have to be coerced into taking it like a man. The smoking hot stories in Bend Over, Big Boy range from rough and raw to wicked and playful, all the while giving a nod and a wink to setting convention on its ear.

Veteran authors like Chris Owen and Syd McGinley know how to bring on the heat, while new authors such as Eider Gray and CA James play on the themes of pride and delight. These rough and tumble guys come in all shapes and sizes, so come see what it's like when a buff guy goes bottoms up! Grab a copy of Bend Over, Big Boy today!

Review

Jane Davitt, author of Wild Raspberries, writes:

There's something very intriguing about the idea of power giving way to a less obvious source of strength and this anthology explores that theme from every angle. Sixteen stories, from sixteen talented authors, make sure that there's something for everyone. The range of settings and genres is impressive, as is the different spin the authors bring to the central idea. Short, hot, and intense, these stories make a vivid impression on the reader.

For those stories set in our world, the time line stretches from the past to far into the future. Ancient Rome is the setting for G. S. Wiley's story, 'Crocodile Bird' which gives us a glimpse into a relationship between a Roman soldier and Rahotep, his patient lover, willing to share Cordius with both duty and a wife. From there, we leap forward to England at the time of the Civil War, with Roundhead and Royalist clashing. There's a quieter, more personal battle to be fought in K. C. Warwick's story, 'No Man's Servant' though, when a blacksmith and a soldier meet and Nick and John discover that some wars can have two victors.

Two of the stories are set far in the future and offer intriguing glimpses into a time when humans are spread far across the galaxy. In 'A Game of Empire' by Autumn Winterwind, a revolutionary comes face to face with a former lover, now a high-ranking officer in the Imperial Navy. In the struggle to bring both peace and justice to the colonies, the two men find themselves locked in a conflict with a surprising resolution.

On a more playful note, Meredith Shrike brings us a delightfully tongue in cheek encounter between a talented thief, ably assisted by some hi-tech devices, and the prince he plans to rob. The title is 'Like Clockwork' and that's exactly how this story works.

On the fantasy side, we have one story, 'Lessons in Kneeling' by Anah Crow with a classic fairytale setting but no happy ending in sight, unless the defeated in battle Prince Tiras can learn some important lessons from his advisor, Lian. From there, we go darker, with two creatures of the night, a werewolf and a vampire, struggling for dominance in Mychael Black's 'Release'. Two predators with a common goal, but only one of them is going to end up in control of the night.

Who doesn't love a man in -- and out -- of uniform? In the contemporary stories, we have two featuring men who wear them. Martin Delacroix's 'Fuck Me…Please' is a realistic look at an ex-Marine who looks past the traditional rivalry with the Navy and accepts a bed for the night from Tyler, a submariner. It comes with a price that Forrest struggles to pay, but he discovers his limits aren't drawn where he thought they were.

Who guards the guardians? C. B. Potts shows us in a hot, kinky scene between two prison guards in 'In The Hole', where the fantasy is grounded in a solidly loving relationship.

From prisons to cops and criminals…Noel Blue's story, 'The Ghost' features a frustrated detective hot on the heels of a jewel thief nicknamed The Ghost -- and finding help in his investigation from a most unlikely source. Flipping the viewpoint, Jamie Booth's 'Drive' gives us a gang planning a robbery. When it all goes wrong, the getaway driver, Sam, is about to pay the price of failure, but Jase has other plans for the man he recruited.

Two of the stories are all about keeping fit. In 'Spike' by Matt Stedmann, a volleyball game between two teams, one straight, one gay, heats up with a rivalry on court and off it, and the reveal of an unexpected kink. It's just as hot one-on-one in 'Personal Time' by C. A. James when Andrew, a driven businessman with no time to play, hires a personal trainer with more than fitness on his mind.

Work is important to Logan in Chris Owens' 'Logan's Project'. He's determined to make the renovation of his building go smoothly, but when the whistle blows and he's left alone with a muscled demolition man wearing sweat and dust, they both indulge in a gritty slice of lust-filled overtime.

Another hard worker is the nameless dentist's assistant in Clare London's aptly titled, 'Open Up', a man with an imaginative way of dealing with the last patient of the day.

Coyote, in Elder Grey's 'Riders on the Storm' doesn't work; he's a biker, riding in Poet's gang, tempted by his leader but cautious -- until his desire outweighs his caution and he takes the most direct route possible to get where he wants to be.

And finally, to wrap up the collection of stories, Syd McGinley brings us a Halloween tale, 'Unmasked', centered around hidden fears exposed and conquered -- which really sums up the theme of the anthology.

Definitely a thought-provoking and thrilling read that I enjoyed very much indeed.

Sample

From LOGAN'S PROJECT
Chris Owen

The warehouse didn't look any different from the outside, but it wasn't really supposed to. All the work being done was internal, the rustic look of the warehouse being a prime draw in eventually attracting tenants. Logan's goal was to fill the newly refitted space with an interesting mix of people not unlike himself. He was hoping to turn the neighborhood into a trendy spot for the up and coming to live by reclaiming and refurbishing the buildings. With luck, the area would get an injection of desirable people, and the hookers and drug dealers would move a few more blocks west.

Mostly, though, Logan was hoping he'd actually turn a profit. That was part of the reason why he was at the building after hours, keeping an eye on the renovations, making sure the work was getting done on time and mostly within budget.

That, and to keep an eye on the demolition man.

Though he was no contractor--he had people for that--he could see things were going on schedule. He knew that the upper floor was almost ready for roughing in. But because the lower floor still needed some demolition done, things were mostly on pause until that was complete and the dust could be kept to a minimum.

Logan liked his building. He got hard just walking in and seeing the interior change. It was his dream and it was coming true. He didn't care that it was happening through someone else's sweat and labor; he was doing his part. He'd never really been one for physical work, but he could plan, he could pay bills and he could claim it as his own. Hell, his name was going to be on the sign and that made it his.

The sign wasn't up yet, and the parking lot was almost empty, the deep shadows of the city block weighing down where the street lamps didn't reach. He'd have to get after the city council for better lighting before he started renting space. Logan picked his way to the big doors, pleased to see that whoever was still working had obeyed orders to keep the site locked up and the drive clear for emergency vehicles.

Logan let himself into the warehouse and closed the heavy door behind him, then listened for the scattering of rats. He didn't hear it this time and he smiled. Maybe they'd finally gotten that under control. He sure as hell hoped so.

"Toby?" Logan called, walking down a makeshift corridor toward the back of the first level. He could hear heavy, rhythmic thumping from down there and could see the flood lights shining, a halo of dust making the whole back end look like a shining cloud. The entire interior was still one massive loft space, support beams all over the place and open duct work to the upper floor. He could see enough not to trip, but not who was working. "Toby?" he called for the contractor again, louder.

The thumping stopped and Logan could hear dirt and cinder dust settling on the floor, chunks of the wall clattering down. "Mr. Logan?" a voice called back. "Don't come down here without a mask, sir."

"Right." Logan veered, heading to the left and toward the table where he knew the masks were kept. It wasn't his contractor down there, it was the demolition man. Or, as Logan had taken to thinking about him, Mr. Big.