You know the drill: over the top, far-fetched smutty work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation and taboo sex between a man and his father-in-law, as well as some non-consensual involvement of the protagonist's actual father and some stuff involving food. Skip it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy. On feedback: I get a lot of anonymous messages...
PART I: BAD BOYS GET PUNISHED "Close the door behind you," he said. He looked like he could have been a fireman in his younger days. That's because he was large with a big body frame. Perhaps he had been in-shape at one point but now he was a decidedly heavyset man. Because firemen, when they reach a certain age and become fire chiefs and sit behind desks i...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
Preston and Casandra chatted cheerfully with one another as they moved to the front door of the combination home and office. Prest's attention was drawn to a sudden movement across the street. He moved quickly, using a broad sweep of his arm to push Cassandra behind him. Mason Hart and one of his sidekicks stood about 25 feet away, their legs in a wide, 'I...
It was suspected by most of the guys in the class, with the exception of Mitchell Hollis, that his roommate, Greg Simmons, was passionately in love with him. Eighteen-year-old Greg's five-eleven, one hundred and ninety-five pound body, along with his notoriously aggressive attitude, prevented others from saying anything negative about Mitch, or from telling...
I had gotten a job in South New Jersey, not bad, right after law school. It took me awhile to clean out my old apartment so I did not get to leave on the road until Saturday morning. I was a little angry at myself for waiting so long, my plan was to get to a hotel on Friday night then check out the bar scene all Saturday and Sunday, pick a new place based...
I first met Jeff some 15 years ago while on an overnight sport-fishing trip out of San Diego. Living and working in Orange County at the time, I had originally planned to drive down that evening with one of my co-workers, but he cancelled out on me at the last minute, so, rather than waste the tickets, I ended up going alone. As I boarded the boat, I saw th...
This is a continuing story, and should probably be read with the other chapters... ***** A couple of weeks later we finish our project and it's rolled out to great fanfare and even greater success. I'm happy about the large bonus check, but even happier about the three days off I'm given before we start the next project. That's one of the great perks about...
The next morning Mr. Castle had a car pick Nicky up at his apartment and drive him to the tanning salon in Beverly Hills. When he arrived, he walked up to the front desk where a very attractive older woman with brunette hair in a ponytail and big tits was sitting. "Hi, my name's Nicky," he said. "Mr. Castle sent me here." "Ah, yes," she said with a sligh...
"This is Claude, Claude Barbier, Neal. He'll be living with us this summer. He's a concert pianist. French." "I've heard interesting things about you, young man," the Frenchman said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." This was how I was greeted coming off the train in Gunzenhausen, an ancient Bavarian town on a large lake, Muhr am See, be...