This chapter contains urine ingestion, and torture. Chapter 5 David didn't seem to respond to me walking into the basement. He was in the half sleep that one can sometimes manage while hanging from your wrists. It was chilly in the basement, especially overnight, but sweat beaded his face. Trying to stay on your tiptoes all night would create cramps, but h...
"Pretty hot work." "You can say that again, sir. And that's a pretty hot car you got there." "Thanks. I'm addicted to Corvettes." "What year?" "This year. I usually trade up every other year." "Shit, man. That's beyond my imagination. Oh, sorry for the 'shit.' We were told not to curse around the motorists." "No problem. It's a fuckin' good set of whee...
*** Chapter Seven of Pony Boy *** Once again, appologies for the wait. I hope you think it's worth it. As ever, if you're new to this story please don't start here. It won't make much sense and won't be anything like as good if you miss the build up. Meanwhile, despite the title, there's no pony play in this chapter. In fact, it explores Ben's other little...
After getting cleaned up and dressed, Rocco and I took a ride in the police cruisers back to the police station. Once we were fingerprinted, photographed and booked, they moved us to the back into some holding cells. Since it was already early evening on a Friday, it looked like these holding cells would be home for the weekend. Fortunately, although we were...
I'd been talking to various guys on MSN Messenger for a while, and had even met a few for sex, though it was always only ever the one meeting, normally at my own flat but occasionally me traveling to their place. One guy in particular I had started chatting to was an Indian guy called Nav. We'd been chatting for a couple of weeks and the chat had started get...
I am looking at my brothers wedding pictures and still cannot believe what he confided in me last night. We were sitting at a very elegant restaurant with soft music and a very charming waiter named Alexus, he wore a white ruffled long sleeve shirt, black pirate pants with a red sash and black boots, his hair was long and black that was pulled back into a po...
The large oak tree, growing near the curb, shaded the old Chevy pickup truck from the street light. Wally was almost invisible, sitting slumped down in the seat, hidden by the shadows. His eyes were about all that was visible above the bottom edge of the door's window. They were intently watching the area in front of the Hiddy Hole Lounge across the street....
Mark followed his friends out of the pub in inner-city Melbourne. The cold air was a welcome change after four pints in the over-heated front bar. He swept a hand through his tousled brown hair and stretched, yawning. Kimberley turned and took his hands in hers. "Good to see you Mark." "You too Kim." He smiled awkwardly as she hugged him. "Yeah, good catc...
I've been single for a while. A sixty something six foot, hundred and ninety pound gay man with salt and pepper hair, a good job, and a modest paid for suburban home in a small Southern Ontario city. I'm too old for the bar scene. The music is too loud. The pretty boys aren't interested in an old fart, and I'm not interested in an unshaven, pot belly leathe...
* * * * * * * * * * Revenge Of The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * Tom shivered as he watched Clint open the heavy steel door. It was on the opposite wall of the laundry room from the cell's door. The last time, Tom had been naked and the laundry room's bare concrete floor had been icy cold against his feet. Donny had unlocked the door and Caleb had pus...