Nelson loved his job. He loved just about everyone he worked with. The only person who he couldn't stand was CJ, the owner's son. He was an arrogant cocky son of a bitch who charmed the women and smoozed the men they worked with. Nelson, on the other hand, was nothing but a tiny target for CJ's toxic masculinity. The worst part for Nelson was the fact he fo...
Name: Simon Collel Age: 23 Status: Recently Single, submissive Sex: Male Kinks: Biting, spanking, light BDSM STDs: clean Other: shy, newby, needs persuasion sometimes I let out a short exhale as I went over my new slaves very short personnel file he sent to me. He was due any minute....oh, I think I heard him. He walked into my home, and kneeled beside...
Jeffrey positioned me on my knees in front of him. My arms were still cuffed behind me but he did untie the rope that had bound my ankles together. The penis gag was still in place and, of course, I was still wearing all that yellow mohair—the ankle length sweater dress with the turtleneck collar, the mittens and the knee high socks. I watched wide-eyed as h...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
This story involves forced man to man action and gets into humiliation, bondage and discipline. Do not read if this doesn't match your interests. * My name is Steve and just turned 18. I was finally going to have some adventure in my life. This is my first time away from home, a small town in Kansas. I had been accepted at USC in journalism school. I was s...
Moaning. It escaped from Boi's lips like a gentle breeze passing through the tree tops. Groaning. I couldn't tell if the sounds he emitted were of pleasure or despair. His eye's closed, lips parted only enough for the sounds to escape, Boi's facial muscles were contorted in a way difficult to read from my vantage point above, where I stood tied to a tr...
The Sunday session is tradition in Australia. After two days of relaxation the young and the young at heart head for their favourite watering-hole to cap off the weekend before returning to the grind of the working week. I was in town on business for a couple of weeks, I’d come alone leaving Caz, my wife 1 600 Km away. My usual outlet for my excess sexual ur...
It was a quiet afternoon on a Sunday. I was with my friend and occasional lover, Don, at his place relaxing. We enjoyed bondage and often got together, sometimes with just ourselves, sometime with others. It was always a hot time and these gatherings would often last into the following morning. Fun had by all. This afternoon was quiet, after having been up l...
I was going stir-crazy in my little apartment. The overwhelming urge to go out for a couple drinks was winning. I checked my wallet -- again. The ten dollar bill was still there -- it hadn't magically changed into a 20 or more. I thought about it for a few more minutes and remembered my unemployment check would be in the bank the next day. I grabbed my windb...
I am not sure if it is the knowing what is going to happen or the actual act occurring that is more erotic. Having spent the previous evening cleaning my colon and stretching my sphincter I was going return to the man I called "Daddy". Last week was our first time together after a few months of online banter. I had told him over those months some of my most...