I write to you of my friend Indio...who became a male slave/master when he turned twenty-one and went to college! Nineteen year old Sipple Knox was what they call a "fourth generation legacy", a rich boy who didn't have a lot of smarts, and just got into Georgetown 'cause all his relatives did. Sip couldn't take his eyes off Indio, though--partially because...
How did I get here? How is it I am kneeling, taking two hard cocks in my mouth simultaneously while I also have 1 in each hand, a man underneath me forcing his cock into my well moistened asshole while yet another pushes me forward to try and push his rampant member up my slutty ass as well? Was I destined, predetermined by some sex god, to end up like this?...
Okay now that that has been cleared up and you oh so disgustingly self righteous blood bags have been brought down a peg or two allow me to continue ripping to shreds your misconstrued conception of Alastair. He brought his little play thing home. Now I would like to take a moment to add this little disclaimer that I do not condone bringing strays off the...
*Hello and welcome to the newest chapter of Poor Simon! The following piece has gay BDSM, serious Master/slave dynamics, emotional turmoil, and an actual plot, so if any of those scare you or turn you off, then scram. I have decided to devise a 1-10 scale on how rough the sex is in each chapter just to give you an idea. 1 is strait-up consensual vanilla se...
Daniel walked slowly across the room to the chest of drawers as Roger had instructed him to. He opened it and looked inside. There were several bondage-style items present, including a couple of lengths of strong-looking rope, what looked like a blindfold and of course a leather strap, curled up around itself. When he saw it his heart sank - even though Rog...
The best part of working from home is being able to cruise sites or actually hook up during the workday. I have my "office" set up in a corner that gives me a full view of my street. One day while I was taking a break and cruising recon, searching in my town, I look at this nice chest. "Beta needing Alpha." Definitely the right track. Good, fit body, sexy sc...
Deng Qiao, owner of all of the cotton mills within sight of Langshan Mountain—Wolf Hill—at the fringe of the Yangtze riverside town of Nantung, sighed as he wiggled his hips into the pillows and held his young consort's silken black-haired head in his lap. Ping, the singer musician, who Qiao had bought from the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia—men's pleasure house—was...
Okay so here's a new story. I'm a little scatter-brained at the moment and have about six different things going on JUST in my writing life. But I'll try to keep posting regularly. I hope you guys like this one and there will be future chapters of this and revolution soon. Also thanks to my editor Gbc5452, I don't thank him enough on here and I should star...
Note 1: This story was written and is dedicated to a true wannabe faggot-cuckold Dave. Note 2: A special thanks goes to Estragon for his copy editing work. 1. THE BEGINNING I blame Literotica. No seriously...if it wasn't for Literotica, none of this would have happened. Now in all fairness, some would argue it is my fault; as it was my own stupidity a...
Thank you to all the feedback from previous Chapters. I hope you are enjoying the exciting world of Wolvren. All disclaimers from prior chapters still stands. *** Chapter 7 The suns early rays streamed through the curtains of the room and slowly made their way up the big bed. When it hit Keean's face, he groaned a little and rubbed his face into a very h...