Previously on Sugar Match Ch.2 Being disoriented from sleep and still a little brain dead from orgasming to pieces earlier, I answered my phone without looking at who was calling. "Perry, where the hell are you?" On the list of people I didn't want calling me while I was naked in Gordon's bed, my Dad definitely topped it. "Dad, what are you talking a...
The road stretched on behind me, lost in the snowstorm, but I knew it was out there...a wailing beast, gargantuan and hungry, gnashing its way through the winter winds as its red-blue eyes flashed in the white, searching... A curt, heavy knock pulled me out of the dream, the same dream I'd been having for months. I opened my eyes to sunlit walls, cream and...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
The shower water has long since run cold. Those laughing, jeering voices have echoed into nothingness. Still I stand here, shivering and cowering, hoping like hell I am truly alone. Soon I will climb out of this cold, thundering stream and run through to the changing room. Naked. Those bastards have taken my towel and my sweaty cricket gear, even my box, sho...
Every 4th of July, I travel from my downtown loft to my sister's vacation homes on Thomas Hill Reservoir, an expansive lake in north central Missouri. The lake, which is huge and placid, is virtually unknown. On any given 4th, there are a half dozen or fewer boats on the water, in stark contrast to the more bacchanialian and busier Ozarks two hours to the so...
A/N: Hey all! This is a special chapter. You will quickly learn why! It is also pretty darn long, and has some flashback that shouldn't be confusing, but it might be. Enjoy :) --- Gabriel sits across from Yessica in the airport café. She stirs her coffee slowly, creepily. She's added so much sugar and cream and milk that he doesn't know if it qualifies as...
Damien I was already in love with Elijah by the time I saved him from a rapist thug, but I hadn't really admitted it to myself. I first noticed him when I was manning a merchandise stall at No Way Out -- the big venue hired for hardcore punk gigs where both straight-edgers and skins can come, kids from either side of the bridge and the two different scenes...
Note: While the name of the protagonist is the same, this story is not a sequel or prequel to my story Virgin No More. It's much closer to the truth of my actual first time than the other though. I parked my car in the driveway with a slight sense of resignation, not wanting to be here. I was at my former co-worker Donald's place for dinner, agreed to in a...
*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* ***** Four men in expensive suits sat around a conference table, as another man made his presentation. The four men were all at the main office of the new and improved United States Male Slave Organization. They had been invited because of their wealth and influence for the possibility of buy...
KIJUS: "This is intense!" Mercury said. He was sweating quite profusely, breathing hard as he put in every ounce of effort he could muster. The boy was trying hard, pleasing me with his efforts. "I know. That's why I love it! Put your hand," I smiled, grabbing his hand. I pulled his body forward into a rather... cumbersome position, "...Here..." "Oh my go...