Synopsis: A 25 year old straight male is lead to believe the he is going on an out of country business trip with his 50 year old male manager who also is the CEO of the company they work at. Little does he know that his manager has different plans for their "business" trip. By the end of this trip this young guy will have been stripped of his clothes, his p...
Author's note~~ read parts 1 and 2 for the back story. ~~Part 3~~ Roughly 2 hours after I had been tied to the toilet the door was opened and the light turned on. I was so excited that I started to gag again on the rubber cock, but by this time I had learned to turn off my gag reflex and control the gagging. It had taken me about a half hour to learn to do...
I'd like to share with you my first experience of being a slut. This story is completely true and took place a few years ago when I was 24 years old. It's also an experience that I have yet to better. In my early twenties I began to be aware that I had a peculiar side to my sexuality. My tastes became kinkier and I began to think about men in a different wa...
Carl came out from behind the camera into the lighted area beside the bed. "That was pretty good for first-timers," he continued, "We need to do some close up shots to insert into that footage, so you will have to run through that same routine again, but this time, we will have a hand held camera moving around and you will have to give him clear shots of lik...
"Come on, let me at least look at it. I have a bet going. I've declared it can't be true." "No," John said. But he was smiling. He knew the British bomber jockeys were a boisterous and randy lot, and most were too good-natured to raise his dander. And there was a heart-wrenching war on. And, mostly, he was too embarrassed that he was chained to a desk and,...
It was snowing in Washington, D.C., and after battling skidding cars on the Beltway for an extra two hours trying to get into work, I suddenly decided that it was time for me to head someplace sunny. It was my lucky day after all, because when I hit the office, everyone was in an uproar about reports from Havana that Cuban dictator Fidel Castro once more was...
James woke with a start. He sleepily opened his eyes to observe his surroundings. The air was salty and moist. Despite any dream he might have had, James was in the building he had spent nearly his whole life in: the king's harem. His hands were shackled to the wall, as they always were in the morning. He was completely nude, and shaven all over his body, s...
This is my first story, be gentle please. As a general rule, I am usually hot. No, I don't mean hot as in attractive, nor hot as in horny. I mean hot as in temperature, as in sweating, as in wanting to walk around in your birthday suit in an attempt to cool off your body in the flaming heat of summer. But that often applied in winter as well. Walking down...
It seemed unbelievable to me that I had only been walking in the woods that morning. Now sitting here in the deepest dungeons of The Hawks castle, with only the memory of light to see by, I was scared and cold and not a little hungry. I wondered if my family had heard that I was here, locked in this black pit. All for want of a few stray pheasant that belong...
Daniel walked slowly across the room to the chest of drawers as Roger had instructed him to. He opened it and looked inside. There were several bondage-style items present, including a couple of lengths of strong-looking rope, what looked like a blindfold and of course a leather strap, curled up around itself. When he saw it his heart sank - even though Rog...