June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...
Part 1: Called to Account I got to read the text shortly after we'd arrived for our first night of the 5 day conference. I was tired and irritable, wondering what the hell I was doing there. This wasn't my usual work function. I was used to the anonimity of the office desk and monitor. But for some reason the boss, Jim, thought I needed to "widen my horizon...
[AN: I wrote this a while back but forgot to post it. This is probably the last part in this series but I welcome anyone to take it over. Any other hot mind control/hypnosis ideas you have I'm all ears for another one-shot or series. I hope you enjoy!] ***** Dylan walked in and shut the door behind him. It was taking every grain of my willpower to not deck...
If you are under 18 years of age, this is not for you. If you are offended by male/male relationships, then do not read this work. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Thank you to my editor, Colandra. Without you, this would be riddled with my bad grammar! This is...
On that summer afternoon back in the late 70's I was supposed to be out in the western part of the state checking out the college that I would be attending in a few short weeks, but instead of spending the day around the campus and staying over to check out the night life in the little city that had a reputation of being quite a party town, I ended up coming...
That was the first thing Diego Medina said to Brett Williams upon meeting him in the arrivals area of the Barcelona-El Prat airport. "Your guess is as good as mine," Brett answered. "I haven't seen him for six months or more. I've been in London. I haven't been in New York for more than a year. You two are business partners, so I probably would be asking yo...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...
All participants are over 18. ***** The seasons changed, my college year ended and I went back home for the summer, having already paid Fritz my deposit on my room for the autumn. Back in my home town, I decided to widen my sexual repertoire and test myself. Since I had stayed with Fritz and Greg, sex had been oral and anal. I had yet to take my first woma...
Chuck Fisher. There he was, drinking a cheap beer under the dim lights of the Groom Ramada's Bay Field Hall. I let the door swish shut behind me and when I looked again his brown eyes were right on mine. I looked back. Let him see me, let me see him. He tilted his face to the floor, sucked in the mouth of his bottle. Then he peeked back up at me. I moved o...
I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...