Pelaam October 2007. Christophe felt the tear that trickled slowly down his cheek, but was unable to wipe it away. Nor could he shout to summon help, even if any would hear or heed his cry. He was cold, alone, terrified and helpless. As evening had fallen on the night of All Hallows' his elders, led by the itinerant priest, had marched him to be tied to the...
*Author's note: The two main characters are 18+. This story is the sequel to 'Bait a Hook.' This time the story is told from Rob's point of view. I hope you enjoy it. Please comment and let me know. Thanks and enjoy! * Chapter 1: Moment of Truth (Part II) I squeezed Bobby's smaller frame as tightly to me as I could. My heart broke when I saw his face after...
Chapter 4: Ceremonies and Consummations The tall dark man stood proudly at the side of his soon-to-be Spouse. His hair, as black as a raven's wing was shining, tied neatly in black silk ribbon at the nape of his neck. His deep brown eyes radiated joy. He was certain that on this day, his perpetually slightly stubbled cheeks were smooth enough to rival those...
I leant my hip against the veranda rail and drank my coffee as I gazed out over the green of the mountains and the string of houses nestled in the trees along the shore. All reflected back to me in the silver mirror that was the early-morning lake. When I'd finished my coffee I wandered back inside and into the kitchen. Hank was there, wearing nothing but a...
As we rested together, a stage was being populated to our right. In no time at all, bondage demonstrations of all types began. They ranged from simple decorative collar and harness ties, to dangerously complex suspension work and stress positions. I looked over longingly. It had been a while since I had gotten a nice long lasting rope burn. As if detecting m...
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I get up and walk towards the door, he follows quickly with his leather gloves resting on my hips. "Okay boy. Let's change. I don't want to get the leather covered in cooking stuff. Put on one of your T-shirts' and jeans. Meet me in the kitchen." He leaves the room and I quickly change into the clothes I bought. I put the leather clothes on the table nea...
Chapter 1: The Beginning Pelaam, August 2007. Wyl trudged wearily through the driving rain. The chill he had been suffering had definitely taken a turn for the worse. He stopped as he coughed harshly, tears springing to his eyes in its aftermath. He panted, feeling cold and sore and light-headed. He really couldn't afford to take time off from the evening...
Silver 3: The Monster Inside Pelaam: June 2007. * The twin suns blazed their heat on the figures reclining on soft silvery sand. A cloth canopy had been set up for those whose skins were in danger of burning easily and needed the shade. A powerful male, with eyes as blue as the cloud free sky and hair the colour of both sun-baked and sea-kissed sand, smil...
The final few days before the cruise was hectic. Too many of the little details that come with even a short, four day trip, had been put off until the last minute. But it all gelled together in time. Kyle had been on only two before; once as a high school graduation present that was four days to the Bahamas; and again when his parents had convinced him to...