Jacques, the young comte de la Arbois, nearly fell off his horse, both steed and rider trembling from exhaustion, into the arms of the innkeeper of the small village of Saint-Avold, a hard half-day's ride west of Metz. "A fresh horse," Jacques muttered feverishly through swollen lips. "We have such a horse for you," the innkeeper exclaimed. "But you are in...
I am asleep on my couch only a few hours when I am awoken by the call. "Get up and get over here now, bitch" goes Matthews sweet voice over the phone. He hangs up and I struggle to get myself together. The couple of hours sleep is not enough, but I feel a little less tired as I move around. I dress myself in a new pair of white panties and am on my way. I...
While cutting lengths of flat bar with the guillotine, my mind wandered back to this morning. Waking slowly to the day, my brain registered those wonderful strong arms securing the back of me to the warmth of his front, Alex gently breathing into my neck as he slept. The feeling of every inch of me, that was touching some part of his body was overpowering....
Alphonse, the Comte du Toulouse, nearly knocked Luc down as he clattered down the front steps of the chateau in Villebourbon across the Pont Vieux bridge from the city of Montauban. Luc broke his fall by bracing himself on the ornately framed painting he had just carried out of the chateau to load into one of four wagons pulled up to the front entrance, each...
Editor's Note: this story contains elements of force/sexual violence. **NOTE: this is part of a book I'm writing, which is generally revenge-oriented and only peppered with erotica. I decided to delete the following blow job scene, seeing as it was a bit too gratuitous, but figured I could put it to good use here.** * Dusk fell like a guillotine, and stil...
The nervous young man sat in the corner of his dark cell, waiting to die. His hands trembled as he tried to clasp them in prayer, his full lips quivering as he choked back the tears. He didn't want to die. He was only twenty. His whole life should have been ahead of him. And yet, in a few short hours when the sun rose, he would leave his cell and meet his ex...
siktici © 2017 * Although I had fooled around with boys at an early age, my first encounter with a man didn't happen until I was eighteen. I knew I wanted to be with a very hairy man, a hairy older man. I wanted to rub his hairy pecs and move my hand down his hairy abs to his pubes before stroking his cock until he spewed hot cum over his chest and over my...
When I woke up that Saturday morning, I made a bowl of cereal and opened up Grindr. The moment I did I was yet again bombarded with messages and taps from several different guys who were clearly all soldiers. Half of the guys that messaged me sent dick pics (of course), and the other half acted like they just wanted to chat. Yeah right. Well, I figured I'd...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. "Glenn, why do you want to do this?" Jon Evans asked. We were in his spacious office in the main administration building. After almost three decades at Steelman College, ten years of it as Provost, Jon's hair had turned silver from its original dark brown. His eyes, though, were still that color, bright and sl...
I sat at my desk, working on paperwork in my office at battalion headquarters. I turned pages but couldn't remember a word I had read. A week. I've been a cum-slut for a whole fucking week. I bit my lip. One week ago I was a proud US Army officer, standing tall, bowing to no man. I had come up through the ranks to the silver oak leaves of a lieutenant colon...