Chapter 71: Solemn Wish Adam grunts as his wrists are tied in the lavender satin sashes, and bound to the upper corners of the bed. He blushes as he is completely naked, and his legs are spread apart on the bed, tied tightly as he is bound tightly, helpless as Merrick really makes the bonds tight so Adam can hardly move. Merrick prowls onto the bed as Adam...
Setting note: I was in the US Navy before DADT was implemented. Samuel and I weren't paranoid, there was actual imprisonment on the table if one was caught being gay. I subscribe to the belief that it is no crime to break an unjust law, but the military doesn't exactly share that view. I didn't realize my sexuality until after I'd enlisted, and the choice I...
Hey Guys! Here's the final chapter of The Insatiable Boy. It's a bit different from what I usually write, so I enjoyed leaning into that other side of these stories. This chapter contains more fantasy incest, felching, pussy-talk, snowballing and double penetration, apart from the usual raunchy stuff. Let me know what you guys think- I read every single comm...
As sunlight beamed down onto the community pool, the water sparkled like tiny diamonds. Children laughed and played among one another while parents watched close by, either chatting in groups, or lounging on the poolside chairs. The concrete along the edge of the pool was littered with wet paw and hoof prints, evidence of people moving back and forth from sw...
[John Cleveland (1613-1658) was one of the most popular metaphysical poets in the seventeenth century, but later fell into obscurity until his work was rediscovered in the twentieth century. Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) was a contemporary. Both men were on the King's side in the English civil war. Cleveland was put in jail by Cromwell, Cowley went into exile...
"Nice Shirt." "Thanks," Eddie Bocco answered. The man who had swung into position in front of him on the dance floor of Club Hercules was gorgeous. He was massive, muscular, and black—a black black even for Africa. Coal black. In contrast to Eddie, the man wasn't wearing a shirt at all. His torso was god-like and gleaming with a thin veneer of sweat in the...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...
I am thrown, not kindly, into my new prison. My knees take a harsh impact as they strike the soft floor. As I hear a door lock behind me I take in my surroundings. A small room, padded walls. A heavy metal door with a small latched opening for a viewing window. The sound of footsteps receding. I'm not going anywhere. Just to be sure, I scrutinize every cor...
Parts 1-6 of this story should be read first Chapter Thirty-seven: Sandro begins his second year at Camford I am not pleased with the author's portrayal of me, Sandro, during my first year as a student at Saint Boniface's College, Camford. He makes me seem a shy and naïve adolescent. So for the remainder of this story, the chapters about me will be written...
For those who haven't read them or have forgotten, you may have to read the previous stories to know how we got to this point. I hadn't intended for this to be series, but it turned out that way and this will be the last story under this series title. As we left off at the end of Chapter 3, Wayne and I had just fallen asleep after making love at a remote ca...