I'd spent a wonderful night of bondage, tit play, cock-sucking and piss play with a hot older man named Carlo, but had no way of getting in touch with him for a repeat session. Since arriving in Toronto a few months previously I'd mostly spent my nights with gay guys my own age, drinking and dancing at places that we jokingly called "S and M bars" (i.e. "St...
Eve Winters, known to her slaves and the BDSM community, as "Mistress Eve", was quite pleased with her success in controlling her slaves so far. She was especially satisfied with the power that she had over Adam, her husband. She married him to get legal title to half of his estate, which has considerable. She frequently fucked other men, and only allowed A...
When I got to their house, only Pierre was home. He's the guy who likes to play master. He isn't into 24/7, rather equal day-to-day, but during the sessions he's a dominant top, loves flogging, rigging and pretty much everything BDSM tops would. And loves to see the excitement of the sub. We pretty much just said hi, happy to see each other, then he pushed...
We sat there sipping coffee and chowing down on donuts in an all-night diner, my new partner Hank and me. I was trying to figure him out. Ever since I'd come out in the department, potential street-duty partners had avoided me like the plague. But here I understood that Hank had asked to be partnered with me. As I drank coffee and listened to him complaining...
The old dump of a motel that was here nine months ago has been transformed into something pretty nifty, the young carpenter, Constantine—known by everyone but his mother as Dino—thought as he left the movie studio he'd just put the finishing touches on and strode across the line of refurbished motel rooms toward the men's gym at the other end. The only probl...
I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty—TDY—to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year's holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, "Why not?" My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insis...
It was the spring of 1974 at a lakeside cottage north of Toronto. I was a twenty-four-year old bondage bottom spending the weekend with Robert, an older dominating fellow Englishman and Marco, the hunky straight, but curious, son of the cottage owner eager to try out BDSM. As the evening got late, Robert tied my wrists behind me and held me down while Marco...
He looked at me with a sharp menacing stare and a shiver ran down my spine. I wasn't sure what I was doing or what I'd gotten myself into but I feared that I may have made a terrible mistake. He stepped closer with his intelligent eyes affixed with mine and my stomach started to churn. My eyes traveled down his half naked body on their way to their rightfu...
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...
The man was thin and wiry, a regular beanpole, but he certainly knew what to do with his cock, which was also long, but not thick. It was a surprise, but an arrested surprise. Justin didn't quite know what to make of it, this encounter he originally had thought would be a total bust and then had hopes for and now was completely confused about. Peters was nea...