Bobby made me his faggot with his legs. My smooth-skinned, skinny-legged 18-year-old high school buddy wrestled me one day, dominating me totally in his brutal scissor holds and "forcing" me to have sex with him. I say it that way because I was just waiting for the chance to be his and in wrestling and squeezing me half to death in his powerful young legs th...
I was sitting on the bleachers of our local college's football field, staring at my phone, bored out of mind, waiting for my older brother to finish up his campus tour. I couldn't listen to him talk about how 'great the physics department was' one more time. So I made up an upset stomach excuse and escaped while I could. It was a hot summer day and I was ho...
I started to come to. Through the grogginess, I could sense that something wasn't quite right: My range of motion seemed too constricted, and I wasn't able to stretch my limbs. Rising panic cleared away the vestiges of any heaviness that plagued my thoughts, and with horror, I took in my situation. I was lying on my back in bed. My hands and legs were up in...
When I awoke, I was startled to see it was dark outside as I laid alone in his bed. My ass, while a pretty sore, didn't really hurt as much as I thought it might. To tell the truth, remembering what he had done to it, it just felt empty and hungry. The clock on the night stand said it was after 7:00 PM, and the first thing that came to my mind was that my gi...
I'm not a writer. This is my first story. It is totally true. Forgive my poor writing style. ***** My name is David and I'm a closet faggot. I'm 32 years old, work a boring office job and live alone. In high school and college I had a few girlfriends. They would blow me on occasion and let me fuck them, but even then I knew I wasn't enough of a man to sat...
I'm a divorced man living in Las Vegas. Recently retired, live alone and live a relatively normal life. I'm in decent shape for my age, 5'8", 180, and stocky build. I have been straight for the majority of my life. For the last few years, I have started to think more about getting together with another man. It goes beyond just this, as I want to be submissiv...
Two hours. That's how long I spent on my knees in the room labeled 'Mouth'. Two hours I spent having my throat fucked raw by rough black cocks. A throat that until two hours ago, had been what I assumed, was straight. But there I sat, in a dark room, listening to the foot steps echo down the dark hallway as the four black studs who had just fed me a total of...
WARNING: This story contains words that may be offensive to some readers. As they are not the author's point of view, such words were used liberally in basic training, especially back in the seventies. And I assure you, oh savvy reader, the story is fictional. All characters are over 18. This is basic military training of a very different kind. * I said n...
Next chapter in my story of my domination by a stranger I met online. * I waited to hear from him again. At first, I didn't know if I really wanted to get together again. The first time we met, at times it was a little more intense than I was looking for. After a few days I couldn't get him out of my mind. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted him to call...
"Look, honey," proclaimed Kamron as he held a mirror in front of his client. "I like it," she declared with a smile. "How much," she asked. "Fifty-five," the five-foot-nine-inch big booty effeminate hairdresser replied. "Alright," she said digging through her purse. "Oh damn. I left my billfold in my other purse. Do you mind if I get Tavares to drop it of...