Hey all! This story is ridiculously more successful than I thought it would be. Thank you for all your comments and votes. There's still a lot of storyline to go, so make sure you keep up. On to Work and Play Part 7. ***** "Did you hear there's a company basketball game coming up? Basketball and barbeque. We never did that in California," Gabriel muses o...
It was a Thursday night when I saw a post while browsing Facebook. Tom, that cute awkward little guy who was obsessed with me in highschool just became CEO in a real estate company. Back in the day, he would stare at me all day while we were in class, he would go just to the parties I also went. That poor guy did everything I told him to, and he didn't even...
Summary: After seventeen year of a one-sided rivalry between two childhood friends, one man's past mistakes brings him to his knees in a series of calculated events... DISCLAIMER: DO NOT READ if you will be offended by various forms of humiliation, name-calling, etc. this is meant to be a power-fetish fantasy story, with elements of domination/submission....
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * Josh was trying not to cry. At times like this, I almost feel bad about the job I have to do. Then I remember that I am the one in charge and if I don't do it, no one else who will. When you are the head of a large company, the only people who can really und...
All of his friends told Peter Townsend that he was crazy to buy the apartment in Cartagena, Colombia, in the luxury medium-rise building overlooking the ancient harbor, now yacht basin, as his retreat. But it was so convenient for him to sail his boat right up to the building's dock and whisk himself up to his retreat with its heavy security, and Cartagena c...
It was happening. I had been at the conference all week, going through the motions at various workshops and lectures followed by evening drinks and dinners with fellow attendees. The previous night I'd even hooked up with a nice lady on the dance floor at the hotel bar, making out and having her stroke my cock before she announced that she was married and h...
The sensation of sucking the cock, the dark brown cock of the hard-bodied young stranger I just picked up from the roadside, in the middle of back-country Europe, where any passerby might see us... I had no idea how it all happened. Or I did, but I couldn't understand how I had let it happen. All I knew that I was out of my mind in lust. I wanted to get his...
Oh, man. This stuff really hurts. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I'm getting fucked in the ass. My name is Henry Mohammed. A six-foot-four, lean and muscular African man living in the City of Vancouver, Province of British Columbia. I work as a Police Officer in the City and I'm a closet Bisexual. Right now, I'm getting fucked by my boyfri...
Mr. Michaels was a lonely bachelor that was quite wealthy. His job as the CEO for DigiTech, Inc. kept his wallet full but his heart empty. At 30 he had never had a serious relationship. He was too good of judge of character and knew that people just wanted to get close because of his money. Even if people came from other countries they had to know of him bec...
I was sitting at a small table in the corner of the cocktail lounge trying to relax and analyze what I had just heard and figure out what I was going to do for an income now that I was unemployed. I was angry and mystified. I had spent the last 2 days, in a hotel conference room, listening to hostile strangers tell me they had just bought the defense contr...