Charles had moved into the spacious two story house two months ago. He was still getting settled. He hadn't had a chance to meet his neighbors, or satisfy his urges with anything other than his hand. He knew he could open up an app and scroll through the headless torsos, the flakes, the picture stealers and ghosters in hopes of finding someone to ride his di...
Author's Note: I've been working on another project. This story will be on hiatus for the time being. The monk was shivering. It was a bright summer's day outside the small council room with the heat of mid-July scorching through its wide balcony. Beams of harsh light lit all corners of the room yet still the novice appeared pale and near sickly blue. He sp...
My downfall is almost complete but I get ahead of myself. I had just graduated from high school and would start college in September. I worked at a summer job at a printing company. The other guys were all older, mostly late twenties and thirties. Bill took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. A few days later he invited me over to his place. We had a...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
My buddy Rick had been living up north for several years and had decided to move back to the town where we both grew up. I myself had moved back years earlier and had bought a good-sized house. He had asked me if he could move in with me until he got settled. I was hesitant at first since we really hadn't had much contact until I found him again on social me...
I must have drifted off... I woke up with a start as I felt a swat across my ass. I am not sure how much time had passed. 20 minutes? 2 hours? Who knows. Dom Tom had come back into the bedroom though, and wanted me awake. And apparently had rolled me over onto my stomach. My hands and legs were untied. I must have been sleeping deep. "Who gave you permissio...
It all depends on you in the end. You need to decide if you want to take pride in your submission or do you want to be humiliated by it. Would you like to be treated like a prized possession, to be placed in ways I find pleasing and, in exchange, have all your needs be met at my whims? Or do you want to be treated like a slut, to be taken as many times and b...
"Shower," Marcus pointed to the corner of the blue tiled bathroom. "And face the wall, I love the look of your reddened ass." I complied, setting the water to cold, both to stop my cock from getting hard under Marcus' gaze and to soothe the burn in my ass. He left and then returned with my bag and instructed me to change into gear. "I'll be waiting for you i...
"Honey, while I was upstairs changing, I went into our bathroom and I saw your douche bag hanging there. Are you having any kind of a problem?" Asked Brian. Setting the dinner table, Amy replied, "No I'm not but let's talk about it later. Will you tell the kids that dinner is ready?" "Sure thing", replied Brian. Later that evening after the children were...
*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* With my mouth and tongue occupied with your dripping cock, my mind begins to take in the details of my predicament. Here I am on my knees in front of you, my lips spread into a large O by the ring gag fastened around...