Backdoor Protocol: A gay Orc Cyberpunk Tale
A standalone Claimed Universe novella. No prior knowledge needed.
The District calls it freedom. Truth is, it’s a high-tech cage.
Orcs can’t breed. Wolves are dying. Smells like genocide.
Scuff’s a jaded human detective. Works the alleys, chasing deadbeats and ghosts, never far from sweat and the pull of another man’s touch. He’s been hired to find an orc. A bad one—real bad.
The deeper he digs, the worse it gets.
Seedy clubs cater to every vice.
Illicit Beast Drip extractors drain fluids and lives to sell male vitality and a quick rush.
Backroom mod dens with sticky floors enhance bodies for pleasure.
Neurolinked goon booths drain livelihoods and minds.
The trail leads to Chrometusk. Orc biker. Pleasure mods wired into his hog. Unstoppable. Men whisper his name like a curse. He takes human mates like trophies and leaves ‘em broken.
Then he takes Scuff.
In this cyberpunk noir M/M erotic novella, obsession and lust tangle with memory and lost ritual in a steamy neon glow.
Explicit. Raw. Brutal. Unfiltered. Addictive.