Chapter 9 - The Prince & The Stallion We were awakened Tuesday morning to the annoying electronic alarm coming from Tam's chronograph wristwatch. I never understood the allure of the digital watch. Give me an old Timex any day. I use the term 'we' very loosely, because it was actually I who was awakened by the alarm. I also knew Tam had a full day of evalu...
"I must learn to control myself" Thwack! The straps of the flogger cut into my bloodied back through my thin linen shirt. The cutting sting reminded me of her age, true she had just turned eighteen, but still too young . She had played hostess at her father's dinner party. Talking so calmly with everyone, even that prig of banker. She wore a marine blue velv...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. Sitting on the ground with some privacy granted by the picket fence, John seemed to be resting comfortably, snoring lightly, but not loudly enough to attract the attention of anyone passing by. I hadn't seen or heard anything more from Bert and his girl, whom I suspected might ver...
Chapter Five I went to Toby's several times, with no hope that Jason would be there, but just to be in a place where we had been together. Mostly, though, I hung around the barracks and took on extra duty so I could be around to monitor the phone. I was counting the days, and too many had passed. Then one night got a call from an orderly at the hospital. "...
Content/trigger warning: This story contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. 1. JESSE The dead grass is limp and soft under my bare feet, and I hum a little to myself despite the crippling summer heat. Crippling summer humidity, I corr...
To preface: I am straight; not kinda straight, not bi-curious, not attracted to the male physique in even the slightest - I am straight. I have a wonderful, beautiful girlfriend who satiates my every sexual craving; however, I have fantasized for many years lately about being dominated by a man. Being a Marine infantryman and a combat veteran, having worked...
As the afternoon sun beat down on the men, the competition tightened. Gus was up to six fish, but Aaron had added two more, putting him at seven. Gus reeled in his line, and headed back upstream toward the cabin. "Where you headed, Gus Wolfe? You're still losing." Aaron asked from across the stream. "It's siesta time, bud, care to join me?" "Siesta, like t...
I mentioned in my last story with the Blonde Marine that although I'm a true vers, and love topping, I really enjoy bottoming and don't seem to get much chance to do that. So occasionally I change my profile pic to just a shot of my butt. If you read my profile I'm not young or buff, but have been getting some requests from tops, so I'm enjoying it. The oth...
Gus finally had his fly rod set up the way he wanted and made is his way down to the stream. Aaron had continued fishing upstream and was now out of Gus' view, obstructed by the dense forest the stream cut through. It took Gus a few tries before he placed one of his new flies exactly where he wanted it, this was the first time this year he'd rigged up his fl...
It was amazing how time can move so slowly in the heat of danger—or to be more specific, how much fucking Fazil Fikret was able to fit into such a short span of time. It took Chaz and his team longer to bring me back around to consciousness than it had taken Fazil to meet me on the third-floor landing of his Kyrenia harbor building and fuck me both there and...