It was the spring of 1974 at a lakeside cottage north of Toronto. I was a twenty-four-year old bondage bottom spending the weekend with Robert, an older dominating fellow Englishman and Marco, the hunky straight, but curious, son of the cottage owner eager to try out BDSM. As the evening got late, Robert tied my wrists behind me and held me down while Marco...
Alex prologue "Alex!" My sister whined. "It's my wedding day. You have to dance with me." I turned my scary glare on her and shook my head. Usually the person receiving said glare would cower and stop bothering me. Anya, of course, just pouted more dramatically. I loved my sister. More than anything in the world. She was the one person that kept me connect...
Jarred was heading home after having spoken with his girlfriend about her helping him to prepare for Darnell. They were to meet tomorrow morning and spend all day turning him out. She would start using toys and strap ons to loosen him up, show him how to deep throat, and tutor him in the art of pleasing superior black men and working on BBC like a proper who...
The Shattered Expectations of New Locations Sometimes, living inside your mind can be far preferable to reality. For most people, that's one of the main purposes of dreams: to live out the things we would never do, or say, or feel, when forced into the real world. We can be anything we want to be, change the parts of ourselves we wish were different, and...
Music heavy and thumping. The bass moving through him like some living thing. The rhythm was a part of him. Jason moved and danced like the air through the trees. He didn't need a partner, he just needed room to move, and move he did like music was invented for him alone. He came here once every weekend. This was his little escape, the gay club in the town...
*9* I'm breaking my own rules. I said it myself: move from one guy to the next. I guess the first time with Paul didn't really count...but I wouldn't go as far as saying the second time did either. It was all over the computer, none of it really was personal. Oh well, "sour grapes" as they would say. Whether or not Paul wants to continue this relationship...
Last weekend my buddy invited me over to watch Montreal play the Leafs. Our wives were out of town; and at our age, we didn't have kids around. The game was pretty good with some great goaltending. The game wasn't in doubt right up until the third period when Price was protecting a shut-out. With about five minutes left in the game, I decided to make it a l...
Last spring during my junior year in college, as a reward for keeping my grades up, my folks sprung for me go down to Mexico with some friends from school for Spring Break. I go to a small Christian college in southern Indiana an hour from where I grew up. It's not the most understanding place. And while is easy to find some fun it's not a place I can be o...
The gray floor of the barracks filled the vision of Private Mark Davis as he crawled down the aisle between the two rows of bunk beds, using a small brush to scrub the tiles. He could feel the pattern of the tiles on his knees and his left forearm as he removed the dirt from the training grounds from the floor of his home for the last six months. This was no...
Note: This story contains BDSM themes. It was edited by Naughty_Penpal; thank you for your work! Comments are always appreciated! * Billy woke up alone the next morning. He slid over to the empty spot beside him and sniffed the duvet, catching a faint trace of his Master's scent. He spent some time idly rolling around, then eventually got up. Master Xen...