"No. No." Luke cried, as he woke up. Waking to find his hand on his cock, cream up his belly, and that he was lying on sweat damp sheets. It had been another one of those dreams; no nightmares, he thought. He was having nightmares. This dream/nightmare generally started out the same way each time. He was walking through a park, or anyway through somewher...
So Harold and I fell into a pattern: he would get home from work between 6:00 and 6:30 and within 15 minutes of his arrival, I would be naked in his apartment with his cock in my mouth. Over the next three week, I must have swallowed a gallon of his cum. Harold fucked my ass while I was in every position possible: on my back, on my elbows and knees, riding h...
Virginia had said it wanted the British and Hessian prisoners, but it wasn't fully prepared to receive them. When George Washington, the military commander for the colonialists, decided that Boston was just too close to where there were British troops in strength to be confident the large number of prisoners from the Battle of Saratoga wouldn't just be freed...
I had only ever wrestled Russ a few times. He lived locally and was a nice guy but as far as "wrestling" he was – to put it mildly – a little lame. He was good, don't get me wrong, but we would wrestle and as soon as one of us was pinned or submitted the wrestling was over. No second round, no rematch, no nothing. Our longest "match" went about half an hour...
The Master came home from the slave market carrying a small cage. He carried it with ease, as if it wasn't heavy. He took it into the most secure cell in the house. This cell was completely soundproof. It was solid steel all the way around, protected by three steel doors, each with a different locking mechanism. There were cameras linked to a main room whi...
The cook had fed us with steak and cleaned up and left, leaving the two of us alone. My host put some soft music on and lit the fire. The wine had been excellent and I was feeling it in my head. The white bear-skin rug in front of the fire looked so inviting, and I wanted my head to stop spinning, so I laid down on that on my belly, facing the fire, staring...
The rest of the week went by extremely slow. I could not get him out of my mind. Of coursed Lynn and Rose gave me hell for telling him off. It must have worked because I hadn't heard from him since that night. I am okay with that...... at least that is what I keep trying to myself. It's like he has just crawled into my soul and won't leave. I can't even esca...
My weapon had remained sheathed inside the fine young nobleman while we kissed. He lay back among the cushions of his curtained palanquin, while my muscular barbarian body covered him and my hands roamed all over the full rounded muscles of his chest and his flat hard belly. I was well on the way to being recharged and about ready to begin plowing him deeply...
Walking down the stairs to the basement, the stifled moans and groans of the livestock never failed to bring a smile to the Master's face. Unlocking the heavy wooden doors, The muffled noises soon became a loud constant ambiance as the Master walked past two rows of stainless steel cages. inside each one, a man with his arms and legs lashed to the cages and...
We proudly present the third and final part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- But meanwhile, the reader might well enquire, what of Swift Nick, what has happened to the Dandy H...