Growing up it was always just me and Daddy. My mother left us when I was an infant and my Father never forgave her. He never forgave women at all, and avoided them as much as possible. Daddy was a religious man, and held many traditional attitudes and the roles of the sexes. He believed that men were superior to women, and that the inherent God-given right...
Chad, breathing easily and looking mighty fine for a man of thirty-seven, ended his run at his usual bench beside a tool house in the remote Myrtle Beach park tucked into a golf course almost within sight of the ocean enough for most not to realize it was a separate public park. As usual, he ran in just athletic shorts and running shoes. His auburn red hair...
Ben, Robert and Ian previously appeared in "Ben is Kept Under Control". It was late in the afternoon on a cold and wet Sunday in Toronto in October 1974 and I'd spent a dreary day doing backed-up laundry and cleaning my apartment when the phone rang. When I heard the voice on the line my mood instantly changed for the better. It was Robert calling from Lo...
One of my favorite times of the day is after a long day of rehearsing, before my fellow dancers clear out of the studio. I'll be breathless, sore, spent and drenched in perspiration at this point, however, it's still one of the moments I most look forward to. My fellow dancers are all young, strong and fit, however, after hours of rehearsals, my fellow dan...
Catherine Van Noord and her husband spent thirty minutes groping, using and violating my naked body, although it seemed much more like thirty hours. By the time they were done with me, I felt utterly used up, limp, submissive and emotionally exhausted. Mrs. Van Noord had vigorously raped my ass with an oversized PVC cock, making my anus feel chafed and abu...
I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty—TDY—to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year's holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, "Why not?" My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insis...
I was always a follower not a leader, preferring to be told what to do by those more assertive than I. In school I'd been a well-behaved boy who never disobeyed the teachers and at work I was always happiest when being given direction; I yearned for approval, especially from older men. After losing my virginity with a bang as soon as I got to college in 197...
The cold late October wind had thoroughly chilled both Eric and Jeffrey as they finished their round of golf at the neighborhood course. It was only noon but both men were die-hard golfers and had no problem starting early. Jeffrey, a tall thin man in his early seventies with bright blue eyes who still retained a nice head of white hair, was a retired wido...
Prospective Brother in Law turns out to be a star. As a young Gay man in England, I had only just begun to truly appreciate my tastes in sex and understood what I really wanted. Unfortunately, opportunities were few and far between and often resulted in disappointment. Usually the only guys that would let me tie them up, wanted more pain than I was willing...
Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...