Years and then more than a decade went by with nothing much happening in Emile LaCour's rotting plantation house on the Mississippi beyond the dust accumulating and the oaken walls drying out and spitting. Gage Angle still held his mentor and tormentor in his bed chamber on the second floor of the mansion, shackled to his bed, and rejuvenating himself only w...
"He's coming around. Do we have that feeding injection ready?" "Yes, we have it right here. And the expunge tube too. It's too bad that we couldn't get the feeding and defecation refinement perfected for this one, though. Sheath4 is a magnificent specimen. Wherever did you find him, Dr. Wilson?" "You can thank Jack for that. He's a sports buff. Saw this on...
You have stood at the window behind the curtain as I've fucked you, one hand on your belly as you suck on my thumb, stifling your moans and cries . The few diners left below are oblivious of what is happening just above their heads. You are unobserved now but want to be seen, not by the diners perhaps but you are wanton in your need at this moment and I wo...
*Sorry there are such large gaps between the posting of my stories. If you want to remind me to get a move on just drop an email. And a thanks to Cannd for her marvelous editing and beta reading of this.* ***** Zak's P.O.V ***** I stared after Oscar for a moment before quickly putting a shirt on. The urge to chase after him and drag him back here almost...
JUNE 1720 Disoriented, head still groggy from whatever had been in what he drank earlier, in the dark, putting his hand out and feeling a curtain, eighteen-year-old Franz drew the drapery aside and put his feet on the floor. The richness of a carpet under his bare feet told him he wasn't in his parents' residence above the book binding shop. It wasn't just...
It had been two months since I first agreed to be a human urinal at Jon's bar and had undergone a total transformation training session with Uncle Bob. I spent two days a month in full rubber and installed as a urinal at the bar. The sessions were always hot, with lots of piss and cum to keep me well fed. Uncle Bob and Jon had seen to it that every day I "w...
I've always wondered what it would be like to hook up with hot, hung (preferably uncut) men at a rest stop. I've driven by the picnic area on the Turnpike many times, often seeing several cars parked there with guys leaning against theirs. One time, on the way home from seeing family, I could see that there were 3 cars and 2 pickup trucks parked there, all...
Heidelberg, Germany, 1905 "What do you see, Varick? Where are you going?" I put out a restraining hand as the Baron von Richthoven brushed past me and out into the corridor of the first-class carriage of the train. I followed him as he moved toward the steps down to the platform of the Heidelberg rail station. The train had stopped here en route from where...
My mouth is red and sticky with blood. No, not blood. Lipstick, crimson and wet, a moist, warm gash. The illusion vanishes, and I ache. This is why I never wear red lipstick. My mouth in the tiny compact mirror hurts me, plagues me with memories that never happened, makes a phantom flavor burn upon my tongue--a flavor that I am all too familiar with, but t...
I had to travel to Sao Paolo to meet with clients and my company's team there. I stayed at a nice hotel and conference center for 3 nights. Before going to the hotel, my colleagues and I went into the office to confirm the plans for the week. Our contact there was super-hot: dark hair, eyes, eyebrows and eye lashes; dark coffee-colored skin, tall (6"+), ve...