PATRICK – THE GREAT DISCIPLINARIAN A Homoerotic Story by Jason Land CHAPTER 1 When we last left Patrick Ingram-Lewis, it was just before the Christmas holidays in 1901 and he and his closest friend, Roderick Pennington, were to spend the holidays together at Ingram House in Northumberland. Roderick's parents had gone off on a safari to Africa and he wou...
***This is 'one of them schools' where everyone is 18 years or older.*** I am an 18-year-old boy and I attend a catholic school. It is one of the best schools in the state. Most local political leaders, successful businessmen and other famous people actually attended this school. It is a well-funded school that does tend to focus the most on its sports faci...
Foreword My regular readers will all be well aware of the fact that my stories tend to be rather long, This, my latest offering is no exception and runs in total to some 43,000 + words. Set in the near future in post Brexit Britain, it explores how four different establishments react and adapt themselves to the latest law, which once again allows corporal p...
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...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES – PART 3 PATRICK'S SCHOOL FORTUNES SOAR – BEATING AND SEX GALORE. A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land CHAPTER 1 We left Patrick Ingram-Lewis at the end of his penultimate year at Rigby School, where he had been, much to his surprise, elevated to the level of Senior Prefect. He had revelled in his new role; after a timid...
Greetings to all my voyeuristic readers. My name is Trisha and like you, I have a special appreciation for the well formed male. Most of you, I am sure, also appreciate males who are physically excited by other males. I have come to share that appreciation even though I am female. Let me tell you how I and my bisexual husband arrange encounters with usua...
Small towns are all the same. Racists, cows, and that one weird racist guy who sleeps with the cows. Personally, I just wanted to leave my town. My name is Carter, and this is how I went from promising high school student with a bright future, to a strung out slut, desperate for sex. I'm white, about 6 feet tall, and I'm built like a swimmer. That is, fairly...
CHAPTER 1 The other day, late one afternoon, I was walking along a quiet path in the park, when suddenly I experienced what the French call a Coup de Foudre, which literally translates into English as a Bolt of Lightning. Of course I had not been struck by lightning; otherwise I should not be here to tell this story. Metaphorically, Coup de Foudre also mean...
Hi, my name is Kyle. I'm your typical stereotype prep student in my senior year of high school. I'm slim with some muscle tone, have short blond hair that's spiked, blue eyes, and a light tan. I'm the type that will joke around with my friends about the girls and getting some pussy just like any normal guy would, but I was different than all of my other frie...
The boy stood at the side of the dirt road under the blazing sun, and raised the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, baring his rippling abs. He couldn't believe he was stuck in this shithole. Fine, so he had misbehaved a few times this past school year. So fucking what? What did they expect when they held him back a year? He was eighteen and...