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Owned

by bttplglvr on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

My name is Mark, until today I lived pretty much an average life. I am happily married for many years with grown up children. I am self-employed and work from home, my wife has a good paying job at an insurance company. We are not rich but what I would consider comfortable. Recently I have been getting I guess you would call it curious about certain male/ma...

Owned:Fantasy Becomes Reality

by silkstockingslover on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

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...

Owned by a Ghetto Bitch Pt. 09

by FantasizeAndRealize on Aug 28, 2017
Gay Male

Tyrone moved into my apartment the next day. With his move in, drastic changes occurred to my life. These changes turned my financial, social and sexual world upside down. I go to work everyday and pay all of the bills on my apartment. Sholanda spends my paychecks to the last cent. I see all of the new things that she buys Tyrone. I barely have enough money...

Owned by The Boss and Her Gay PA Ch. 02

by labrysuk on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

The next evening I rushed round to Andy's as soon as I could. I dressed almost the same as I did the night before, but I left my boxers off. My thinking was two fold. Firstly I wanted Andy to see what a slut I was, but secondly if he couldn't make me wipe his cum up with my boxers, then he'd have to let me taste it! He greeted me at the door topless, weari...

My Own Personal Trainer

by JamesKay on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

It was a hard day at work. I was up till 1 AM the night before putting the finishing touches on a new website I was designing, and today the emails just kept coming in. I like the independence of working for myself, but when there's not a boss above you worrying about cash flow and profitability, getting paid at the end of the month means you have to work ev...

My Own Private Glory Hole

by Ken Nitsua on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Copyright 2006 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: The type of encounter described in this tale is, if not new, certainly a lot more common now. While private glory holes may have existed before the Internet, cyberspace is an ideal way to advertise them. The story is based on incidents related to me by a friend, who insists they really happened. Whether they did...

My Own Porn Site

by faggotloser on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

There's a device that fits around your penis that measures the increase or decrease in penile size. It's been used in several psychological studies to determine, precisely, how aroused people are by various stimuli. The first thing I would do on my website, is prove that I was, in fact, a 100% straight man. I would then undergo a series of homosexual abuses...

Black Owned

by ThurstonMann on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

In the following months, April and I saw less and less of each other. She chose to terminate the pregnancy and though I know it hurt her to do so, I felt destroyed. April and I continued to see Darnell together on occasion, not wanting to take away from his experiences. I so loved watching her suck his cock still and maybe preferred to watch her fuck than to...

Collared & Owned

by DDD1980 on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

I'm a 30 year old man whose lover was murdered by strangers just because he was gay. It will be two years June 1st and I wanted to do something dedicated to his memory. My heart died with him but the memories of our seven years together live on. I still wear his collar. He still owns me. DDD Sam sat back letting his legs fall open, and took a mouthful...

My Own Journey

by nightjack on Feb 25, 2019
Gay Male

It was another damp winter evening when I stepped into the cosy saloon bar, escaping the irritating drizzle. As the frosted glass-paned door swung open my senses were overwhelmed with the smell of cigarette smoke and beer. The usual locals were already in their chosen places. Propping up the bar or sitting huddled around beaten copper tables chatting quietly...