Alarmachus, a son of Zeus and a mortal whom Hera, in a fit of jealousy, ripped from the woman’s womb before she could bear him, was cast into the wilderness, misshapen and weak, but he lived, and burned with anger at the gods who had left him so hideous and deformed, however, he discovered that he did have one talent given to him by the gods.

He happened upon a young, beautiful lad one morning, who had wandered deep into his woods, and Alarmachus was so overcome with lust for the body he could never have, that he took the boy’s virginity, and as he climaxed, Alarmachus stole the young man’s youth and beauty, taking it as his own, but it was not enough—he would need more. Men began disappearing from the villages, only to reappear and decrepit and aged men, until Torious arrived to slay the monster in the woods. 

He lured Alarmachus to him with his own youthful form, but before the man could pounce and rape him, he struck him with a fang from the hair of Medusa, and he was turned to stone. It is rumored that his statue is still there, deep in the woods, and that the touch of beautiful, virgin man might awaken him—but woe to the man who does, for Alarmachus will undoubtedly have his way with him when he is free.

Are you worried that if you sell a book your real name could be revealed?

Most of my friends and family know I write porn for some of my living. One even follows me, and he’s straight–he just thinks it’s interesting. So…not really? Anyone who’s commissioned me can find out my real name easily enough anyway, so at this point, I’m kind of over it. It’s the 21st century. Some people write porn. Some of those people write strange porn. If someone I know can’t deal, so be it.

and what are your impressions about their quality? were most stories you got good or were there any ridiculously bad ones?

Again, the only one I saw was that one, which was good enough to post. I try not to judge too harshly–I’d rather more people wrote than not, and I’ve been on the wrong side of bad criticism, both in tone and quality. So, anyone want exposure? I’ll post your captions, and if people like it, I’ll expand it like I will any of my other ones.

I can’t take it anymore, I don’t—what does he want from me? How can he keep looking at me like that? And he never blinks I don’t…

Fuck, his balls are even bigger tonight, every fucking night, and the voices, I hear them, it’s for me, the seed is for me, he’s been saving it for me and all I have to do it ask, all I have to do is beg and he’ll give it to me, but I don’t want it, do I? Do I not?

Fuck, I should just kill him—I mean, I’ve killed how many people for the gang in my day? Hell, when I saw my white, pudgy cellmate I thought he’d be a pushover, a fucking weakling, but once the sun goes down…I haven’t slept a wink since I started bunking with him, and neither has he, he just lays there, stroking his cock, fondling his growing balls, and the voices…

He told me the devil keeps him safe. He told me about the people he killed, sacrificed—I didn’t believe him. But…but what if it’s true? If…If I taste him, I’ll know. If I taste him, I’ll know if he’s really the master or not. Yes, I have to know, I have to taste. Please, please can I taste your seed? Please, I have to know, give me knowledge, tell me, command me, take me please…please…