* * * * * * * * * * Captives Of The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * The bare concrete floor was icy cold against Tom's feet as his captors escorted him to the dungeon in their basement. Tom was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut blond hair. He shivered as the cold concrete floor drained his body heat. He felt vulnerable . . ....
I'd known him a little while, a few months at my new work, we got to be quite good friends. I knew Eddie was gay, I was straight, this was just information, I didn't need to persuade myself this was fine, no more than I had to persuade myself it was okay he was black, this was who he was, who I was. I guess I knew he had a slight thing for me, I didn't mind,...
The Apartment Laundry Room I nervously buzzed his apartment. What was I getting myself into? My heart was racing, my hands were clammy, my mouth was dry ... and my dick was starting to stiffen without even touching it. Logic dictated that I back out, but my dick demanded I go through with it. “Yes?” he asked statically through the intercom. I recognized...
This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, blackmail, non-consent, water-sports, even some gunge. ***** There is a certain begrudging camaraderie you reach with your adversaries that you're up against in court every day. As a young attorney just a couple years into my practice, I found some more obnoxious than o...
Ray and Jemma are neighbours of ours and have been friends with my parents for years. Ray and Jemma are in their late 40s. Jemma is good friends with my mother. They keep active by hill walking and are quite sporty. Jemma swims regularly and Ray is the club captain of his cricket team. They are both in good shape for their age. I am 18 and don't see so much...
It was a hot summer's evening in South Kensington and I was sitting in my room in our Catholic student hostel. I'd just broken up with my girlfriend and was feeling alone and depressed. The thumping heartbeat of a disco came from the basement. There was one every week. The music got on my nerves at times like this. There are two things I can do, I thought. I...
Although essentially a true story, I'm a firm believer in safe sex with strangers and condoms were used although for the purpose of fantasy I have omitted this. ***** I'd decided on the Canary Islands to get some winter sun and an all over tan- we'd been before- and I'd carefully chosen an apartment only 20 minutes walk from the beach, supposedly a gay bea...
I never knew his name; our hosts never told us. Neither did I know where they found him. He wasn't the first young man which the posse of imperious dominants had provided for the entertainment and he wouldn't be the last. The submissive character and accommodating nature of the sluts which brightened these parties always entranced me. They loved to serve; t...
This story contains bare butt strapping and may not be acceptable to some readers. * Corporal punishment was a way of life for us. Our strict, preacher father would tolerate nothing short of faultlessness from my older brother Paul and me. Paul, though twenty-years of age, was still a regular victim of father's sadistic thrashings; and would remain suscept...
Here I am in the front seat of my bosses SUV, naked wearing only a pair of pink platform high heels. My feet are spread wide with those heels sitting on the dashboard. I have this plastic cock butt plug nestled in my ass, and I am sporting my fully aroused erections that my boss, David has oiled for me. We are driving to my Ex's place to get my stuff out of...