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!...
He left the ruins of Georgia in the summer of 1874, another orphan of the War of Rebellion and one step ahead of the lynch mobs and night riders. Headed west into the territories seeking out the promise of fortune on the far frontiers, but he was broke and hungry in the slums of St. Louis Missouri before the month was out. A young man without promise or pro...
Prologue My business card is very discrete. It says quite simply Sebastian - Male Escort By appointment only Telephone xxxxxxxx For those unfamiliar with the term 'Male Escort', let me explain. It is a euphemism for a man who is a professional copulator, selling what is usually known as anal stimulation to his exclusively male clientele. Crudely put, a M...
The clang of the iron gate sounded like a death knell. We had sweated in the prison bus and were now awaiting orders in the unrelenting heat in the induction building. I had landed in this country just three days ago, intending to buy a large camper van to tour for a couple of months. I approached the airport Bureau de change but the shutters were down. "...
Can a demon love? Was love the feeling that he was feeling for Steven? If this is what people have always been talking about he could understand their need for it. It was wonderful. The feel of Steve's hard body against his. The strength behind the gentle exterior. The weight of his chest on his as they kissed passionately. The feel of his rough hands on his...
The Master had Darkie and Blondie bring the two young men to the place where they had fucked and tormented Elias earlier. They were made to stand in the middle of the room facing each other. With Darkie standing behind Andrew and Blondie behind Elias, they slowly pushed the two boys together until their bodies were touching. I watched as their two beautiful...
Pete was due to do a Gig in Frisco but he got the dates wrong, it was not booked until the following month, so with no cash to travel he went for the hitchhike once more, like he did when he came down, he needed to get back home to New York. By coincidence; holding his hand out on the highway this big guy in a big truck to match hooted him and came to a ski...
Brent walked into the boys lockerroom and took a deep breath. Immediately his nose was assaulted with the rank odours of the sweaty college jocks who frequented the lockerroom. Brent found comfort in the smells, as it was an ever present odour on the football field, and it reminded him of the many games he and his buddies had won and lost together. But, Bren...
As I sprawl in my bed my toy huddles in his. His bed is not an afterthought: nothing I do with or to Will is an afterthought. He does not have a pillow, his sheets are woolen and scratchy, his mattress was carefully chosen to be harder than he likes and too short for him to fully stretch out on — a headboard and footboard block him from even trying. All of t...
Note from the author: This story contains depictions of forced sexual activity, punishment and pain. If you're offended by any of these, you might not want to read it. Otherwise, enjoy! ************** As he hung limply in his bonds, Stephen choked back another sob. This was not at all how he had envisaged the evening playing out. He'd had a long day, and...