Gay Black Mail Stories

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Ethan's Wife

by kicky1000 on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Eighteen years ago there had been a daring robbery at Werthen's (Jeweler to the Stars.) Fifty million dollars worth of precious gems had been taken. They were gone. The jewels had totally disappeared. Even though the police were fortunate enough to have captured the culprit. They had captured the burglar's face on a hidden video camera, and they even had hi...

New Life Ch. 03

by 1DurtyMutha on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

My mouth was terribly dry when I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry again and I could hear the rush of oxygen. Another set back I thought until I heard my name being called over and over again. The voice wasn't a familiar one. Not Brion. Not my Dad. None of my other family or friends. Nor was it any of the three nurses that I could recall caring for me ov...

New Horizons

by Pelaam on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

Pelaam October 2007. * Captain Diego Alverez strolled jauntily through the colourful marketplace. Occasionally a stallholder would call out a greeting and the buccaneer would shout his reply or simply doff his red, feathered hat and affect a sweeping bow. He smiled widely. The financial success from his last cargo had been safely salted away, the swashbuck...

Failing Upward Ch. 14

by el_wing on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I woke from a nightmare, finding myself wound up tight in the sheets-- one of those bad dreams where your own cries wake you. Les knocked at my door, asking if I was all right. I kicked the sheets, uncoiling my body, and told him I was fine. "To see the world in a grain of sand," I said to myself. I knew what that meant now. William Blake was right. God a...

Tenderness Ch. 06

by Cruel2BKind on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorr...

Lincoln's Pride Ch. 12

by tarzanacide on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Thank you all for your messages and comments! I know some people are going to be upset with this chapter, but I promise it is important and builds to something better in the next one! -Emri -+-{Lincoln's Pride}-+- -'[Part 12]'- "What the fuck?" I whispered to myself as I watched a strange guy walking up the front driveway. It was two in the morning and t...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 08

by FoodOfLove on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

Chris "Did you like the movie," Julian asked as I locked the door behind us. He had chosen the movie that night - a documentary on waste dumping in some river or other; in any case, not exactly my idea of a thrilling cinematic experience. I spent most of it stuffing popcorn in my face and watching Julian's somehow entranced expression trained on the movie...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 06

by FoodOfLove on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Chris "You're late," I informed my tardy sister as she slid into the booth across me. "I know, sorry. Is that iced tea?" She began to gulp down the drink I'd ordered for her without waiting for my answer, then turned back to me. "Tell me about the guy you're seeing." I was immediately guarded. "What about him?" "Christopher, don't try this shit on m...

As You Are Ch. 06

by LOVENESS20094 on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 06 Everything gets out in the open I stood there starring at the door, my mind racing. The urge to run and force it open was so strong that my fists clenched. I wanted to confront that fucking prick and maybe punch him in the face, but I found myself unable to move. Jacob was such a bastard! And a fucking dick and I couldn't believe I let him get a...

To Serve and Protect

by DWSimon on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

I had just gotten home, trying to unwind from a trying day, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to two men. One was tall, suave and polished. He was dressed to perfection, creased and pressed. Not a hair out of place, not a move that wasn't smooth and efficient. He didn't do a thing for me. He was too perfect, too practiced, and too straight. But the o...