The note left for me on the nightstand by Daniel, my mature lover, was sealed in an enveloped addressed to "Paul." I was about to rip it open when something more demanding got my attention. Even before I turned 18, I usually awoke with a "morning wood" hard on. This morning I had more than enough reason to be aroused: The memory of a weekend of sex, anticip...
He laid on the bed face down mewing like a cat in heat, writhing like a junkie in need of a fix. Steven waited what seemed like hours. He was grinding his hard cock into the bed when he heard a voice behind him. "These are my friends, you will please them all night. In effect, they own you for the next 10 hours. They paid for your holes." Steven heard Mas...
As we arrived at Larry and Ann's, I couldn't believe how anxious I was to see Larry again and to meet this man, Mark, who had so dominated their lives that they would both allow him to "mark" them as his personal property. A month ago I was just an average guy with a steady girlfriend with perhaps a much better than average sex life. But all that changed as...
The next day dawned bright and early at 8 AM with my cell phone alarm chiming. I clicked it off and looked at the floor to see Allen, my new slave, lying there in a diaper. His cock was creating a bulge in it from his morning wood, and I salivated at the thought of it. I crawled over to him in my doubled up diaper (which I had soaked again during the night)...
Anything to save her from him Life was good. As police chief of the sweetest little town in the country--we used to say Quiquonia had so many "Qu's" in its spelling because it was the quietest little town in the state--I was in charge of a real-world Mayberry. I was the Andy Griffith--Chief of the Quiquonia PD. The only crime in town was the occasional par...
I walked out of the county jail where I was in a holding cell for two and a half days very slowly and slightly bow legged. I had just turned 18 and made the mistake of mouthing off to a police officer during a traffic stop. It was early Friday evening and I didn't have a court hearing until Monday morning. I was put in a remote holding cell with three older,...
I love summer, sun, the beach, skimpy swimsuits and cock. I'd just received my latest swimsuit order: a shiny sky-blue lycra g-string with a micro pouch that barely contained my cock and balls and lifted them straight up and out. The back tapered from a tanga-style thong to a thin little strap designed to show off most of my brown pucker when I lay face-do...
Written by: Bi.A.Piggy Reposted from other sites Standard Rules and licensing applies. This story comes from the depths of my mind. I am not a professional writer just someone who like to put the dirty ideas in his head online for others to enjoy. I don't care if you don't like my style. If you don't like what you're reading, close the window and read so...
Note 1: This story was written and is dedicated to a true wannabe faggot-cuckold Dave. Note 2: A special thanks goes to Estragon for his copy editing work. 1. THE BEGINNING I blame Literotica. No seriously...if it wasn't for Literotica, none of this would have happened. Now in all fairness, some would argue it is my fault; as it was my own stupidity a...
With additional editing and ideas by The Pecman The fat fuck was all over me, holding me to the bed and running his tongue up and down my torso, his stinking fuckin’ breath choking me every time he came near my face. I tried calling out, but he knew it was coming and slapped a hand over my mouth. “Now you listen good, punk,” he hissed in my ear. “You ma...