QSFers Jean-Paul L. Garnier and Peter Schutes have a new MM sci-fi erotica duology out: Cosmic Cage.
Two erotic SF tales of incarceration will keep you captivated and aroused.
IN EACH OTHER’S ARMS – I’m an Earthling, surrounded by other life forms, presumably male. We all live in a dreary prison with no windows somewhere off-planet. We have no memory of how we got here or why we’re even here. The need for connection is intense; it often results in interspecies couplings that defy the imagination. When will we ever break free from our bondage and see the light of day, any day, somewhere in the universe?
THE ORCHARDMAN – My name is Shepard Boone, and I’m a full-blooded Monachee. Until a plague rendered most of the planet sterile, we were just a bunch of Virginia hill folk who minded their own business. We were a little different, though. See, our menfolk can carry babies, too. When the sickness came, our fertility was harnessed. We were imprisoned and bred for the wealthy. We’re just chickens in a coop, popping out more chickens for the wealthy. Will we ever know freedom again?
Warnings: Some dubious consent and prison themes
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Excerpt
From “In Each Other’s Arms”: Whoever they were they governed by routine, one that was confusing and difficult to make sense of in the short scale, but the longer one resided here the more it would come into focus, hopefully. The structure was insane by human reasoning, but it was structure nonetheless. And one obediently followed it or paid heavy costs: from thrashings, to the hole, or worse yet – some of the labors that would be forced upon us. Cruelty is the same everywhere, but our captors had refined it into an artform. That is not to say that no pleasures were found here, but they certainly weren’t provided by the guards. Those we found in each other’s arms, though it wasn’t always arms, I have to admit.
The food was bad, the water foul, the sleeping arrangements sordid, and the air even worse – but one makes due with what they have, or tries, at least. Some fared better than others, another indication of our differences and similarities. Those least affected we assumed were in some way related to the guards, either their creations, or their creators. Others were so debilitated that they were near catatonic. The latter could only be pitied as they were in such a sorry state as to be unable to convey even the most basic of needs, but some of us tried to comfort them anyway, even though we had no way of knowing if our efforts were even remotely successful. Still, we tried, together in our misery and the possible sharing of our pleasures, mammalian or otherwise.
From “The Orchardman”: Breakfast was the first real home-cooked food we’d had in years. There were eggs, waffles, bacon, sausage and ham. I had cream in my coffee for the first time since I’d been snatched. The room was filled with Monachee from all over Appalachia. You could tell by their looks. West Virginia Monachee look a lot alike, but they look different from Virginians. And the Carolina Monachee sometimes have auburn hair and freckles. There were a couple dozen of us. Apparently, we weren’t the first to arrive. The six of us from the truck were seated at our own table. I extended a friendly hand towards a fellow Virginian Monachee man sitting at the next table. He shook his head and swatted my hand away.
“You’ll get us both killed,” he whispered through his teeth.
Two custodians came running. The one who’d winked at me last night spoke. “What’s going on here?”
The other man remained slouched, picking at his food.
“You, Shepard, what did he say?”
“He told me we wasn’t allowed to talk.”
“He’s right.”
The other custodian went to punch me, but my custodian stopped him.
“Don’t rough ‘em up. They’re heavy with child.”
Author Bio
Jean-Paul L. Garnier is the owner of Space Cowboy Books bookstore and publishing house, producer of Simultaneous Times Podcast (2023 Laureate Award Winner, BSFA, Ignyte, and British Fantasy Award Finalist), and editor of the SFPA’s Star*Line magazine. He is also the deputy editor-in-chief of Worlds of IF & Galaxy magazines. In 2024 he won the Laureate Award for Best Editor. He has written many books of poetry and science fiction.
Peter Schutes is the nom de plume of a prolific and acclaimed novelist. As Peter Schutes, he is the author of Slaves of Rome, Dark as a Dungeon, The Gospel of Priapus, and Panama Heat. He writes and publishes paperbacks in the style of vintage pulps of the 1960s and 1970s. He lives in Los Angeles.