I strolled down Folsom street heading towards one of the better known gay S&M stores nestled in the heart of San Francisco. Though I had no idea what the weekend held in store for me, I found myself nonetheless excited to be visiting again and yet, just beneath that electric excitement was a sense of nervousness about entering a gay adult shop. I was after...
It wasn't really Scott's fault. They tricked him. You see peer pressure can be a very powerful thing, and what is normal is almost entirely decided by those around you. Looking in from the outside one might say he was an idiot, but how could someone judge properly when they weren't there? Inside the world his "friends" made up for, it all seemed weird of cou...
Here I am, a thirty two year old slave kneeling on the floor next to my Master in the coffee shop. Sure, I used to get strange stares, comments of all sorts, and asked to leave on a few occasions. But those were years ago. I am as common here as I am in the grocery store, the park, the post office, Master's work, and anywhere else really. I am my master's p...
Jeremy stood in the middle of the living room, his stomach tightening in fear until he thought he just might have to make a run for the bathroom. "Ry, man, I'm really sorry. You were drunk, I was drunk, let's just let this one go," Jeremy practically begged as he turned away from the damning evidence on the computer screen. Even on the small screen he coul...
Private investigator Jack Hammer smiled as he looked at the men gathered around the wrestling mat in Steel Steve's big main room. There were at least thirty of them. A couple were totally naked. The others were dressed in Speedos, jeans, or leather gear. Lots of leather gear. That was the main vibe at the converted gym on East Riverside Drive. The jockstrap...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
Victor was athletic and muscular with nice, hot, sexy arms and legs. His complexion was a lovely light brown and his head was clean shaven. I had known him for five years. The first week I met him he had just split with his girlfriend. That was a Sunday afternoon. By Monday night he had unloaded his balls for me four times... or was it five?? Twice I swallow...
The all caps is more to indicate an intensity of speech rather than yelling. * * * * * YOU ARE MINE... AREN'T YOU??? yes, master ... THEN CRAWL TO ME... HOW BADLY DO YOU WANT TO BE MINE??? WHAT WILL YOU DO TO SHOW ME YOU ARE MINE? you are looking only at MY FEET, on your hands and knees in front of ME... anything, master ... I RUN MY FINGERS THRU YOUR...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** For the next couple of days, things went on similarly. When I would do something to upset Daddy, he grab me and toss me over his knee, yanking both my pants AND underwear down and spanking me until I co...
Mitsho stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his midsection and moving to the bathroom sink to prepare for the night. Drops of water drizzled down his corded shoulders, making lines down his chiseled stomach. He was proud of his body; he worked very hard to be the strongest. Strong mind, strong body and strong desires . . . He opened a carve...