Adam and Charlie sat silently outside the headmasters office, contemplating what was about to happen. Both young men had been caught fighting yet again, leaving Adam with a split lip and ripped shirt, and Charlie with a bruised eye. The sound of the headmaster's door opening signalled for the boys to enter. The Headmaster stood behind his desk looking less...
This chapter contains urine ingestion, and torture. Chapter 5 David didn't seem to respond to me walking into the basement. He was in the half sleep that one can sometimes manage while hanging from your wrists. It was chilly in the basement, especially overnight, but sweat beaded his face. Trying to stay on your tiptoes all night would create cramps, but h...
Edgewick guided my lovely rival, still-sniffling, to the opposite corner. I listened for extra swats but didn't hear any, which I suppose was fair since he was freshly caned, whereas the burn in my bottom had had a chance to dissipate somewhat--while I got to watch a highly enjoyable show. The time in the corner passed slowly, but my cock stubbornly refused...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
Has been edited by Nom de Plume for spelling and grammar. Thank you. ***** The sweet and savory smell of food cooking was all it took to wake up Spot. He stretched out in a big, full body stretch. Flexing his muscular hamstrings and massive shoulders. His brown chest hair covered most of his body like fur. Master made sure Spot kept his public parts clean,...
I am quite into the spanking scene now ever since Thomas initiated me. I thought at first it was gruesome, but because I love Thomas I was willing to concede to his kinky desires. As a male I came out about a month before I met Thomas so being intimate with another guy was also a peak in my life. But I soon realised when we made love for the very first time...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES OLIVER'S FIRST SCHOOL DAYS A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land This is the first of a series of, stand-alone, short stories set in the early part of the twentieth century, concerning the life and times of members of an English upper class family, the Ingram-Lewis's. ***** The cane was tapping gently across a splendid pa...
This is a simple straightforward tale of two guys who meet and enjoy a night together whilst they walk in the hills by day. It's pretty innocent and won't take long to read. It won't be continued. *** I had enjoyed a few days off from my work and as all my mates were working I packed my rucksack and headed for the hills to walk a few stages of the Pennine...
The new boy walked up the driveway, the rain adding to the darkness, and the fog offering a welcome blanket of privacy. Ringing the doorbell, he wondered what in his 19 years of curiosity had brought him here. Was it just curiosity? Was it a search for adventure? Was it just boredom? Or was it that the high school and university bimbettes that he'd already c...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...