Veteran ISEEC researcher Sam plumbs the psychic echoes of people from history, reliving their strongest memories. Roman slave gladiator Julius' memories are anything but pleasant, until he finds fellow Colosseum slave Judah. Their playful connection gives them both something to live for... but is their love strong enough to survive the Roman Arena? Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, a sexy Judaean's first gay time, dominance games, and questionable historical accuracy. (5000 words)

Sam continues to explore the memory of Julius the slave gladiator as he and Judah enter the arena for a terribly uneven challenge. But Judah has a plan, and with his insatiable lust for anal sex, they just might escape the arena without bloodshed... if Judah can take on the entire enemy team. Warning: this work of short erotic fiction is intended for adults only and features explicit descriptions of very rough gay mansex, double penetration, rimming, a massive Roman gladiator orgy in front of a screaming crowd, dominance games and some questionable historical accuracy. (8,000 words)

Fresh out of his doctoral program, Elliot's offered a job at the prestigious ISEEC institute, where researchers experience the memories of people from history. But the AI that handles Elliot's lab has a certain predilection for memories involving hot gay sex with powerful men, and he's soon in over his head when he's deposited in the memory of a slave steward in Mehrengarh Fort. How will Elliot deal with captivity in the Maharajah's Palace? (5600 words) Warning: this short erotic story is intended for adults only and contains first time gay sex, a lecherous AI, a gaggingly strong blowjob, a power-bottom Rajasthani ruler, and questionable historical validity, and may lead to one-handed reading. Excerpt: _But his hands weren't leaving Kaspar's body, and the steward's body shuddered hungrily under the touch. The Rajah drifted lower, feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat, brushing under the inner edge of the open vest, gliding across a nipple that stiffened instantly at the contact. "Still... he has brought me something new," he mused. "Something I've not yet tried. Are you slave or servant? Don't tell me you're a princess cursed into a man's shape. Lies are an affront to Allah." "Both, my lord," Kaspar stammered. "I... I am yours, to do with as you... as you please." Deep brown eyes regarded him for a moment, and then fingers closed roughly over his nipple, twisting it until he gasped. "Then let us see how well I love this shape of yours," the Maharajah said. And decisively, like he was claiming a prize, he pulled Kaspar to him. Their lips met like a tide hitting the beach, the Rajah's hard and unyielding at first, softening quickly as he teased at Kaspar's hungry mouth. Teeth scraped against Kaspar's lower lip, pulling him off-balance into the waiting circle of the Maharajah's strong arms, and he could feel the vest being pulled free, exposing his lithe young body. The Rajah leaned back for a moment, taking in the sight with a critical eye, then nodded firmly and cupped one of Kaspar's pecs in his palm. "Yes," he decided. "Yes, I think this will be a gift worthy of me." _