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...
Marcus brought entirely too much food to be defined as a "snack". He had piled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, cookies, almonds, even slices of cake. When he attempted to precariously juggle it all on one flimsy paper plate, it didn't end well for him. As he lowered the plate to me his rather large boot tapped the edge of the bedframe an...
She dragged me by the arm through a crowd of people, many of whom were smiling, as I kicked and tried to escape her. Two big men in the lobby looked at me with lust in their eyes, and one said, that's a nice bitch you got there lady, how bout you let us play with him when your done?" She smiled at them and said, "Check back later." After a few minutes of bac...
Note: This is the fist of a series of stories detailing the many erotic aspects of gay male bondage. Subsequent stories may include extreme buttplay, watersports and fantasies of rape. If you find such themes offensive, please do not read the Second, Third and Fourth Cycles which are forthcoming. * * * * * The empty loft was dark and cold. I was kneeling i...
© Sadie-Rose Bermingham 2003 “Easy Money!” Rabid John told Ray in the pub. “Close yer eyes, spread yer legs, easy as fallin’ outta bed!” John was a skinny, bug-eyed Yorkshire exile, who made his money on the mean streets around Mile End. He might have been twenty or fifty, it was hard to say, and Ray did not ask. John had a temper, especially when he hadn...
All participants are over the age of 18. Please note, I do not condone irresponsible barebacking. ***** I couldn't quite believe I wanted to do this. It was something that had been growing in the back of my mind for a while, but I'd never have dreamed of bringing it up with him. I was happy with him, deliriously so. And I didn't want him to ever think he...
So, during my time in California I've made a lot of friends, but Nari is without a doubt my best friend. My mother met Nari when she flew out to Fairhaven to see me dance on stage with the Chandler Theatre Ballet. Nari was charming, approachable and my mother found him to be a delight. She loved him so much that she invited to come to New York with me when...
There was a conference on our campus. One of those two day ordeals put on my some state agency, we all have to endure at times. Thank goodness I wasn't involved in this one, but I had business at the Conference Center shortly after lunch. I entered through the doors on the west side of the building because they were on the other end of the conference and als...
I stood on the observation balcony and watched the people deplaning off the commuter jet at the Roanoke, Virginia, airport. It would take the baggage long enough to make it on the carousel in the arrivals hall that I could play my little game here and have time to get down there before this Metgev guy would be looking for me. That was the name I'd been given...
My name is Michael, and I had just turned 19 years old in the spring of 1985. I was an average height young guy standing slim around 5'8'' tall and tipped the scales at a lean 175 pounds of trim physique. I was frequently told that I was an attractive young man who resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint Black. I guess I was a typica...