The vampire rubbed my cock. I felt bad for him. No one to look after him, no one to tell him what a slayer looked liked and to not go after his dick. Even in the dim light of the alley, I could see a human need in his eyes. I would not enjoy this kill. God, he had to be eighteen when he was turned, and that wasn't long ago. He kissed me. I should have a st...
"It's great to see you." Alec cursed at how stupid he sounded but smiled as he saw Reyhen's grin widen a bit. He shook his brother's hand. "Come on in." Alec stepped to the side to allow him room to pass. "I'll grab your suitcase." "Thanks." Reyhen nodded and stepped inside. His eyes were immediately drawn to Vanessa. "And that would mean you must be Vaness...
"My name is Reinhart von Richter—Captain Reinhart von Richter to you scum—and you are under my command now." Scum indeed, Johann thought, as he stood in formation, hardly able to stand without wobbling, as he'd just come off the ship from the three-week crossing of the Atlantic. He was sure that he and all of his mates—those who had survived the voyage—look...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...
Pete woke up alone, and the apartment smelled amazing--something delicious was cooking. He tottered unsteadily to his feet and looked down at himself. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a furious hard-on. He pulled on a clean pair of boxers, stuffing himself awkwardly into the fabric tent before trudging to the kitchen. Dean was standing at the stove n...
Don Strong wasn't really my uncle, even though my folks had told me long ago that I could call him Uncle Don. What his actual relationship was with my family was unclear to me back in 1969, the time that the events in this story took place, and since everybody that would know all the details is dead now, I guess that's it's a mystery that will remain so fore...
Most people say this, but this is a true story of when I went from "curious" to realizing I was a submissive cock lover.. The door closed behind her, and I swung open my laptop. "Finally," I muttered as I heard my girlfriend's car door open then shut. The screen brightened and the laptop booted up as she pulled down the driveway. Friday nights were mine....
I don't think the movie ever stopped. I drove home with a smirk across my face as I kept rewinding the video going on in my head. When I got home, I poured myself some more of a delicious single malt and my ice water. I put a favorite adult DVD on and relaxed on the couch. It was one of the Voyeur series, #28, I think. There's one particular sequence that's...
Author's Note: Yay! A return to the world of Deviant Spawn! Finally, lol. Due to the length, I've broken this story up into 4 parts, each about 2 to 4 pages in length. Don't despair (I know I'm horrible about posting quick updates), the story is already completed in full and all chapters have been submitted. No long wait for parts 2, 3 & 4! If you guys en...
I was seated at the high table, but just barely. Newly minted Bishop McLeod—Andy to me in moments of privacy—was four seats to my right, at the center of the table. I couldn't have achieved eye contact with him, if I'd wanted to. I wondered if Crandel, seated to the bishop's right, the dean of the college, had arranged that seating that on purpose. Crandel w...