Hey everyone, this is my first real story. I wanted to write a story that is plausible and that does include things like safe words, limits, and the negotiation that the first stages of a new relationship comes with. I hope you'll enjoy it, and let me know what you think in the comments! ***** There I was, standing in front of a closed museum. Waiting for...
Robert had come over to my apartment on Saturday night and I'd spent most of the time since being tied up with a butt plug up my ass or sucking his cock or swallowing his piss or being fucked or spanked. Now it was late on Sunday afternoon and just as I was about to get another beating, he stopped to make a long-distance phone call. I was confused and annoy...
It's been ten days since this teen boy first knocked at my door. I remember when I first looked through the peephole to see proof that he was legal and had shaven his thin eighteen year old body for me. He was such an innocent boy in that first moment, so horny and so inexperienced. How was he to know that what I had been doing to him was anything other than...
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...
He looked at me with a sharp menacing stare and a shiver ran down my spine. I wasn't sure what I was doing or what I'd gotten myself into but I feared that I may have made a terrible mistake. He stepped closer with his intelligent eyes affixed with mine and my stomach started to churn. My eyes traveled down his half naked body on their way to their rightfu...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
My name is Levi. I'm 22 years old and I live alone in a tiny apartment. I keep to myself because it's easier. I've never really been with a guy before and I've definitely never been with a girl. As you can imagine, this has always been a source of frustration for me. Up until a few days ago, I'd been involved with a much older man over the internet. I met...
I have always been turned on by the lash or whip. Even when I was a teenager I wasn't so repelled by the idea of slavery merely because the whip was often used. Of course, slavery is bad. I knew there was an occasions when two or more consenting adults got together and used a whip. I just did not know when. I grew older and became aware of such occasions thr...
Chapter 1: I parked my car four houses down from the house the man I was following had parked in front. I watched the middle-aged man who was about six-two and wearing a brown fleece jacket, jeans and a brown baseball cap get out of his car, throw a backpack over his shoulder and walk up to the front door of the non-descript but rather large house in a newe...
Hello friends. This is part two of a three part story which is nearly complete. Warning: This story contains non-consent/reluctance and bdsm content. The story: Dane identifies as straight, but has dissociative identity disorder, with his alter, Edan, forcing him into servicing men for its amusement. In this episode, Dane discovers Edan's ulterior motive...