I was hurting badly. I had gotten the leg muscle pain side effect from my cholesterol medicine. There were days during which walking more than ten steps was out of the question and days in which my limit was closer to a thousand steps. Those days allowed me to go shopping, if I could park close by. However there were times I had to ask a store employee to...
It was a Friday night in southern California. I had been checking the Craigslist.com M4M section recently and found someone to respond too. After a long back and forth conversation, and a nervous wait, we finally met up. All he wanted to do was give me a blow job, but our night ended up going a little different. My name is Alin, and this was the first time I...
Will was once again locked in the cage. He stared blankly at the ceiling, not really thinking about anything. He was pleased that he was at least allowed to have some books to read. Though by now, he'd already read them several times. They had also removed the chastity device only out of necessity...he kept getting sores from where it rubbed against his skin...
Wyatt Cooper spent several minutes figuring out why the young pole dancer on stage at Hershee seemed familiar. The young man being nearly naked and picked out by changing-color strobe lights had captured his attention and "where have I seen him before?" thoughts and put him off the hunt for a young guy among the patrons that had brought him into the bar. The...
"There's someone I want you to meet. Just as soon as he separates from the battle-ax." "The battle-ax?" Kyle Kendricks asked, a bit confused. He was standing with Trent Taylor at the opening of the Rodin exhibit at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond. Trent was the curator of the exhibit. He knew Kyle because both served on the board of the Rainbow...
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This story is heavily inspired by Imperator Mentus' excellent story "Bankrupt." ** I'm not writing this because I want to. I'm writing it because my owner has ordered me to do it. I should warn you this story does not have a happy ending, not for me anyway. It's about how I became the property of another man. And I still am. Maybe I'll be free again, ma...
I gasped, jerking up as my eyes shot open. My hand was clenched in Dav's shirt, and I was still in his arms. Dav's hand rested on my cheek, easing the slight sting from where he'd been hitting me. I vaguely recalled him calling my name. "What?" I looked around and brought one hand up to my mouth to soothe the burning pain. I pulled my fingers away and star...
Fantasia was a wildly popular place. Even on a weeknight, it was busy. On a Friday night though, and with Kickback playing, Fantasia was a madhouse. Somehow, although Dillon had no idea how it could have been done, Carter had managed to reserve them a booth in the best location. It was a central spot, not far from the bar, the dance floor, or the bathrooms....
My pace matched the underground, ethno-brother beat set by the synthesized fusion music from the evening before. It was powerfully evocative even now, as it had been through the recent dark hours after first having experienced it. "Whyyyya'lookin'back, nig...I'ain'gon' kiss y'ass, ya' ge'me out ma'drawers...ya'think y'playin' fas, I migh'be fu-kin' youu,...