That afternoon the slave had been called to the steward's room, was informed of his various offenses against the rules of the house, told to strip, and had his wrists and ankles tied to the horse. He had then received a number – twelve or fifteen, he was too distracted to count – strokes of an instrument he particularly abominated, a sort of dog-whip that le...
I pause to savor the moment. You might say it's part of my ritual. Outside the bathhouse I'm conflicted and shy. Inside, I'm shameless. I strip and wander about naked with my cock hard. House rules permit it. Everyone can see me. I like that. I pass guys with towels around their middle, or naked like me. I walk the hallways and look in open doors. I s...
I was 23, fresh out of college and a great job opportunity opened up for me across the country in Seattle. It was sure going to be a big change from down in South Carolina, but I was ready. I packed my bags, loaded the car my parents bought for me as a graduation/new job gift and promised to pay insurance and payment for me as long as I was working. Le...
Chapter 8 Paul woke the next morning with the sun warm on his face and a mop of golden hair on his chest. He had that unsettling feeling of not knowing where he was. Suddenly, the fog of sleep cleared and he remembered what had brought him to this moment. Ace's slick skin, the irresistible scent of the oil and Ace's body, the impossible heat surrounding h...
Author's Note: This can be read as a stand-alone story, but it's technically a sequel to "Miss Ivy's Boy" so you might consider reading that one first if you wanna fully understand everything that's going on. *** "Roy, darlin'?" Miss Ivy called, motioning for Roy to come to her when he looked up from his phone. She smiled as he pocketed his phone and hurri...
(Authors Note: This is the 7th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03. Teaser alert...Cecil was not one of the three men this story is about. The third generation man, Scott (the best is yet to come!) will be introduced soon...) Winter break came. I stayed in Boston for lack of an...
The first story I submitted to Literotica only drew comments from about 5% of readers; therefore, I am requesting that if you do read this story, please consider leaving a comment, no matter how brief. I only began writing fiction again about six years ago and can use all the constructive criticism I can get. Thanks, the author Colby kept shuttling bac...
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...
---Sorry this has taken me so long, folks!! The fact that this story is still unfinished has never been far from my mind. Just to let you know, there's probably one, possibly two more chapters but I'll try to get them out as soon as I can. Also, this Chpt is dedicated to Jul-ri! Thanks for the help man! Also, I quoted your email a bit so I hope you take it f...
It was the summer after my my final year of high school when my friend Tom invited me to his place for the weekend. There was a concert on at the park down the street from his place, and I didn't have a car to get home afterward, so he suggested that we make a night of it. I wasn't much of a drinker at the time, but we managed to get a case of beer, I think...