Jack Cranford himself picked me up at Denver International Airport in the Hunt's Ranch Range Rover for the nearly four-hour drive up into the Rockies to the northwest to the ranch. He had said it was no trouble because he had to meet the flight of another couple that would be lodging at the ranch. When we'd exchanged e-mails, he hadn't asked me why I was com...
I strode purposefully and confidently through the open plan office. It was a bright sunny day and I whistled with glee as I wound my way through the desks towards my office. Stopping with my hand on the handle to my door I turned as if I had just remembered something and looked towards where Roger sat shuffling papers at his desk. He seemed to visibly cringe...
*Sorry again for the cliff-hanger, here is chapter nine of Poor Simon. All characters are 18+ One of my pet peeves is when characters on Lit stories get into terrible situations but everything is still happy and okay and the situation is light. When it gets dark in my stories, it gets very dark. You've been warned.* * I guess I expected it to be bigger....
There was no question that the handsome young man was Navy. He was standing across the cafeteria table from me decked out in pristine Navy enlisted whites from the circular cap down to his broad chest of white tunic with navy-blue turtleneck underneath and blue string tie to his slim waist wrapped in a thick white web belt and polished brass buckle, and on d...
Robert had come over to my apartment on Saturday night and I'd spent most of the time since being tied up with a butt plug up my ass or sucking his cock or swallowing his piss or being fucked or spanked. Now it was late on Sunday afternoon and just as I was about to get another beating, he stopped to make a long-distance phone call. I was confused and annoy...
I was bitter, I was angry. But I suppose I should be grateful. When I first met Drang I was a confused screwed-up twenty-year-old. You know how it is at that age, socially dysfunctional, messed in the head, moody and petulantly self-centred. But after a year with Drang I knew exactly what it's all about. Infatuated, I even dropped out of college because he w...
Disclaimer: So what if there really is a fraternity named Beta-Kappa-Delta? Grow up, it’s just a damn story. Whoever came up with ‘Hell Week’ should be hogtied and put in front of a firing squad. The things frat boys will make a guy go through in order to join their ranks is positively obscene. There were fifteen of us. It was known right off the bat that...
Arthur had just returned to his Las Vegas hotel room after a night at the blackjack table. His friends had organized the whole trip for his bachelor party as one last hurrah before marriage. He asked his friends for a tame weekend, just some drinks and some cards in Vegas. So far, his friends had cooperated. He loved Jessica and she made him promise that the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy them more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-3 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** The 45-lb. weight dropped on the floor with a loud t...
~~~ * ~~~ Copyright by metajinx. Please do not duplicate or copy without explicit permission. This story is purely fictional. If you don't like violence, stop reading right here - there will be weapons, drugs, manhandling, blood and violent death, and also: no sex. I recommend reading all the other parts first, because this is a continued story. This part i...