My name is Scott. I'm twenty-two years old, I'm a professional ballet dancer with the Chandler Theatre. I've had fourteen years of ballet training, I have the coordination, agility and the stage presence that a dancer needs to be a success. I also do nude modeling and sexually explicit videos. At some point during my career at the Chandler Theatre, one of...
Kam could feel Taylor trembling. It was weird, as the sensations came up from his feet on Taylor's back. Kam gave a half smile. He knew what was causing Taylor's nervousness, and his blind obedience. Taylor was worried about the punishment he would receive. Kam had been considering it, not having made his mind up yet. Taylor's fear pushed Kam to make it real...
I'll be the first one to admit that I was nervous as hell when I enrolled in the US military basic training. On one hand, I was looking forward to the discipline in my life and challenging myself. I wasn't scared of the hard work. But on the other hand, I knew that being around other men 24/7 could be exhausting. I was never much of a man for the "guy talk"....
Kam left Taylor out tied to the tree. He got a cup of coffee and sat watching the defeated jock. Taylor finally stirred and looked morose, barely lifting his head except a few longing glances to the cabin. Taylor's shoulders were slumped. Kam watched from a vantage point that prevented Taylor from seeing Kam's observation. Kam kept an eye out through a long...
(Author's note: This is the third installment in the The Brownstone series. The first two installments are The Brownstone: Michael Ch01 and The Brownstone: Michael Ch02. I hope you are enjoying the series!) ************************* I woke up to sounds coming from downstairs. Michael was stretched out across me, his head planted firmly on my chest. I didn...
After my oral submission to you, I'm left quietly in the corner to reflect on everything that's happened so far till now. Mrs. Jones leaves satisfied, having "conquered" yet another sissy boy with her obscene weapon. After ten minutes you call me back to your side and announces that next week will be my final punishment session. I feel both relieved and sad...
Midnight in Chino Hills meant that everyone stayed in their homes and practiced absolute silence. A tranquil nature settled in the suburbs. The heat from the afternoon still lingered, albeit toned down by the darkness. The middle of August had given the residents of Chino Hills (as well as everyone else in Southern California) a good reason to avoid strenuou...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
CHAPTER 1 Hi guys; my name is Jeremy; I'm a Chicagoan and I'm what is euphemistically called a Male Escort. Any guy who does not go around with his head in the sand knows more or less what I do when they hear that I am a Male Escort, but frankly I don't know where that expression comes from, for escorting, which implies accompanying someone somewhere, usual...
This story contains bare butt strapping and may not be acceptable to some readers. * Corporal punishment was a way of life for us. Our strict, preacher father would tolerate nothing short of faultlessness from my older brother Paul and me. Paul, though twenty-years of age, was still a regular victim of father's sadistic thrashings; and would remain suscept...