Once again the queer devil-child Ian Philips leaves no prodigal son unspanked and no udder of any sacred cow untweaked in this pansexual collection of literotica featuring the god Pan.

Take a look inside and behold: Adam and Eve and Steve in a motel room; a hustler with a mad love for Edgar Allan Poe and a mad hate for dot-commers; and two beloved dentists who like to play rough after hours with the tools of their trade. All this and more await within these pages...