BUN-BUN: Zeek and I stood there staring at each other, this boy utterly insane! If we didn't share the same sentiments I'd refuse him but he had one hell of an argument! We both had strong feelings for this matter and things needed to happen sooner rather than later. "Let's do it!" He said once again. A smile came across my face as I walked towards him....
A quiet young man sat in Cabin Three Fourteen of Railway 909 - a famous passenger train that traveled throughout the large war torn country of Espada. After Pazuzu's Meteor had catastrophically smashed into the Earth in 2015, many people took that opportunity to rekindle the flames of war and hate. People rioted and rebelled. Governments collapsed. Senseless...
Cory waddled to the desk, the uncomfortable feeling of Mr. Peterson's fingers up his ass making it a strange walk. He felt very unsure of himself, this whole afternoon had been one of surprises. Although he'd really enjoyed his first blow job, especially with the revenge factor of it being from Sam, nothing had been happening the way he'd expected. Now, he d...
Saturday, 13 September 1902, New York City "I do want to know how you came to this," Hamilton Chamberlain said. He'd laid the small pouch with the money on it on the table in the basement hideaway "gentleman's" club entered off an alley in the Chelsea section of New York City, but he didn't take his fingers off it. The room, with a stage at one end of it, w...
Author's Note: This is part three in the Field Mouse Series. For part one read "Of Sharks and Field Mice" and for part two read "When Field Mice Play". Part two doesn't really need to be read, but part one is recommended. * There was a week left in the one-month deadline extension Bill had gotten on his debt to Venice and the farm wasn't looking any better...
The personal ad was from a tall, African-American man who wanted someone to suck his cock. The ad asked for a submissive who knew how to satisfy daddy with a long slow blowjob. He was, 55, 6'-2" and 220 lbs with an 8" thick, cut cock. He would not reciprocate and there would be no other sex. I was intrigued and replied with an e-mail describing myself as 5-1...
All eyes in the room were on the young man tied up in the chair. He was fidgeting as beads of sweat dripped down his face. No doubt he had to be uncomfortable with his young ass impaled on the probe, but that was not why he was fidgeting. "Andrew," the master spoke in calm, measured tones, "you have something to say?" I looked over at Elias. He, too, was f...
You knew you wanted this. How warm his breath feels, coming in ragged gasps against the back of your neck. How strong his hands are, one twisted up and fisted in your hair, exposing your throat... how sweet his tongue feels against your skin as he's tasting the sweat glimmering in the moonlight. How blissfully forceful he is, giving you exactly what you nee...
Adam looked at the floor as Pastor Julian took a seat at the desk. No doubt his father had told the Pastor about what he had done. 'Look up at me son,' said Pastor Julian sternly. Adam looked up into Pastor Julian's eyes wishing the ground would swallow him up. He could see the disgust in the Pastor's eyes. Feel the judgement for the things he had done....
Author's note: Please bear with my grammar. I only use English as my second language. I am not a writer or anything but I do aspire to be one as I found out I liked writing stories. I don't have an editor only because I'm shy. Please read the prologue of this story, Event Horizon, so you may follow the lead. Please write your comments below as they are appre...