The imposing shadow loomed over Benji blocking out the lights from the stage. "I asked you a question," a deep voice said. There were no other sounds in the club. The loud dance music had been turned off a while ago. There was only the clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen. 20 year old college student Benji knew someone was speaking to him, but the...
My feeling of gathering isolation wasn't helped as we neared the coastline of the small Cape Verde island of Brava that Klaus Gehler said he owned a big slice of and I saw Gehler's red-tile-roofed native stone villa hovering over the top of a cliff. There seemed to be only a narrow pathway through lush semitropical foliage rising and cutting back here and th...
Brother / Sister/Slave, ("TML") November 1970 "Good loving & Good Scourging" The story of a MASTER and his slave! WOW, "it" finally happened!!! I had had my first sex, and it was with a fellow brother monk in the monastery. It was great. I always imagined having my "first time" with a sexy gal, but nonetheless my first sex was great! I often fantasize and...
Chapter 01: The Journey Begins Archer Mason leaned indolently, in true southern gentlemanly fashion, against a pillar nearest the patio doors of the ballroom, the requisite mint julep in his right hand, and an unlit Cuban dangling from the fingers of his left. Eyes the color of bourbon glittered in expectation as he watched the velvet beauty across the roo...
Author's note: This story was written while I was self-locked in chastity, and the locations are loosely inspired by real locations that I have been to with friends. This is otherwise a work of fiction which involves accounts of some things I haven't done (yet!) so hopefully it mostly rings true. Your comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome...
Chapter Five: David Rapier was an interesting setup. Abilene is much like any other small city of about 100,000 people. The vice is there; it just isn't out in the front room. In the case of Rapier, the club was located in the heart of the red-light district of a few blocks around North and South 1st Streets. But out front was what would ordinarily be taken...
But my son's not invisible; his clothes are [For JonKingBros] Funny it happened when we tried "The Invisible Man." I've always wondered about that. Everybody's tried auto-blow, bending into a pretzel, trying to suck your own cock. Everybody's tried it, especially when younger. A flexible guy like my Chuck-o can lie back, roll his hips up, bring his feet...
Prologue - The Chase The black evil crows carefully clawed onto the cables, and barked their annoyance at me. Even the dark, hideous silver-linings behind the clouds looked petulant as I choked on the thought of Nate putting those uncomfortable handcuffs around my injured wrists. I was running for my life. Better yet, I was sprinting away from a crime scene...
My wife and kids were making the annual pilgrimage to visit the in-laws back in Chicago. Two weeks in mid-July in the sweltering windy city – not my idea of summer vacation. Not even a few nights inside the friendly confines watching the Cubs break the hearts of the city could make up for the torture of spending two weeks with Nanny and Pappy. Lucky for me,...
This story takes place in a country where tenant farming and indentured servitude are common. Although it is about servant and master, it does not involve bondage and discipline. The story will be posted in three parts. The plot unfolds more slowly than in my previous works. Chapter 1- Change of Address Owen had never before been off the farm except for...