The Hood of Justice is out now! Grab your copy here and find out why having a magical foreskin can be both good and bad... Here is an excerpt to temp you :-)  


Casey holstered his gun. Seconds later, he reached down to unzip his trousers, to free his erection from its cloth prison. He smiled at the man when the cold air struck his erection. The moonlight had bathed his cock in a lovely glow, his long, loose hanging foreskin glistened with pre-cum to reflect his excitement. The light sure did show off his cock in all its glory, set a perfect mood for what he was about to do.

His foreskin tingled even more. Casey never retracted. He was going to need his beautiful foreskin in more ways than one in a few moments, anyway. “You can say that again.”

“What the fuck are you doin’?” The man’s eyes were wide, but Casey couldn’t help but notice he had glanced down many times. There was an interest there. Interesting.

Then, without warning, and while the man was still in a state of shock, pinned to the wall from both surprise and disbelief, Casey reached over and grabbed his pants. With all his might he pulled down so the man’s trousers were at his knees. Seemed the man didn’t burden himself with underwear. Seemed the man was excited, too. His cock sprung up, all hard and magnificent, sprouting from a thick bush of red pubic hair. “Now, in a few moments I am going to ask you some questions.”

“This…is…” The man blinked. “I’m going to report…you. You’re…fucked.”