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!...
I could barely sleep, when the day came. I remember waking up about an hour before my alarm clock with a huge hardon in my underwear. Oscar was very explicit about not jerking off unless I get fed so it was really hard for me to just stay in the bed with my thoughts, surrounding Oscar and his crazy hot friend Carlos. So I got out of bed and did some stretche...
Kevin and Todd, best buds through elementary, high school, and their Freshman year of college, were in Orlando for their very first spring break. Everything was going just how they'd imagined. Chicks in skimpy bikinis were everywhere, alcohol was plentiful, everybody was available, DTF, and skin was in the game. They'd hit the gym hard in preparation for sh...
I grew up in a small, southern Illinois town. And I mean small. During my childhood, the town had a population of about 1200 but it had been on a slow decline for the better part of the last 50 years, with a large portion of each subsequent generation moving away and never looking back. Wholly unremarkable, with no stop lights and the only grocery store bein...
Twilight had set over the remote Puntacana resort beach on the Dominican Republic's southern coast, where the boyish, baking body of the young American tourist, Danny, had been staked out on a beach lounge under a palm tree all day. He watched the berry-brown Dominican beach attendant, all hulky muscle and graceful movement tidy up the beach area for the nig...
My tongue reach out and caressed the underside of his large mushroom head. It jump in my mouth as I closed my lips tightly and felt something warm and salty-sweet dribbled over my tongue. Knowing there was no stopping this, I continue to to slide my mouth to his hardening shaft. I could feel the thick soft silky skin of his steel-hard man meat made me ache...
Chapter 7: "Family Jewels" GEORGE: My Sunday at work was off to a decent start but business completely died off by mid-afternoon. I spent the last couple of hours watching porn on the iPad, trying to kill time. Until they walked in. I was surprised and thrilled to see Sven show up to the store. We hadn't seen each other in what, close to a year? Fuck, I w...
O’Brien & Son Auto Body was out behind my brother’s house. Andrew and I grew up in there, learning to fix cars with our dad, who was the best mechanic in a two hundred miles radius. People waited weeks to get their cars back from our dad; cars lined up in our yard like it was a parking lot. I’d been away for a long time, writing instead of working on cars; I...
As I'm sitting here writing this, I'm still trying to process what happened. My wife is sitting on the couch right now, watching television, oblivious to what is going on. But she sort of started the whole mess, even though she has no idea what happened. I'm a normal guy in every way, 47, a professional man, working in my office with normal people all arou...
Sasha Marin sat and stared at the six men around him. Each of them were either laughing, drinking beer, or watching some television. They didn't seem to care much what Sasha was doing, even though he was their prisoner. Then again, the skinny, five foot two brunette was no match for the six muscle bound giants around him. Sasha Marin was the only son of Vl...