Darius marched with the other prisoners, his chains rattling as he walked. They marched in their grim, solemn line wearing their brown rags to serve their sentences in Raven's Valley, one of the king's many prisons. The prison consisted of an old, small castle with rows of wooden bunkhouses in back surrounded by a palisade. Nearby was a quarry where the pris...
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
The plane was, Conner estimated, four hours out of Frankfurt when it started its descent. He couldn't be precise on the time, because they had taken away his wristwatch. In fact, in a men's room in the Frankfurt airport, they had taken all of his clothes away. He'd also been given an intrusive cavity search in a stall, while one of them, armed with a mop buc...
Quick Author's note: I was going upload Pt3, but it's quite short so I took pity on you and added Pt 4 as well. Sometimes it's a lonely place releasing your work into the wild... so feel free to add comments, good or bad.. either way it's better than tumbleweed... ***** Part 3: Zach stood on the sidewalk next to the baseball field as the van drove away. H...
Donatien started lathering up my asshole with a glob of salve. He gave a command, and I found my legs being flipped up into the air and spread farther apart, my hips suspended slightly above my head. Don walked around to in front of me, holding his gigantic cock in his hand and pulling it in gentle, long strokes. He placed the bulbous head of his member at t...
Most of the time I'm dressed as a girl. I am a crossdresser. I only every wear girls clothes even when I appear to be a guy. A black t-shirt and jeans looks male even if the label says size 14 or has a designer name. I normally like relationships with other girls like me. However, I do like sex with men. I call it 'Afternoon Delight'. No commitment, no strin...
Editor's Note; story contains nonconconsentual situations. I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when read...
It was a new year. I promised myself to keep fit after gorging every last morsel of food during the holidays. I suspended anything remotely related to "working out" for the past two weeks. A few co-workers massaged the idea of participating in a half-marathon in April and spontaneously I offered to join them. I could not back out of it so I quickly pressured...
Rick, stretched out on the double bed nearest the door, heard voices outside—it was the familiar sound of Groton's voice that had awakened him—far earlier than anyone should be stirring. Rick looked over at the clock on the bedside table, saw that it was still 5:30 a.m., and he groaned and turned on his back, legs spread. His channel was sore. The bodyguard...