Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Most of the mounted escort riders gathered around their leader were watching the small band of infidels, led by Hugh d'Ibelin, as they rode out of the gate of the stronghold of Belvoir and moved to meet the forces of the Saracens and their allies on the hilltop overl...
Eve Winters, known to her slaves and the BDSM community, as "Mistress Eve", was quite pleased with her success in controlling her slaves so far. She was especially satisfied with the power that she had over Adam, her husband. She married him to get legal title to half of his estate, which has considerable. She frequently fucked other men, and only allowed A...
Chapter 4: Dogged Determination Synopsis: With his powers seemingly exhausted, our narrator recruits help to keep Chase in his place. **************** I awoke with a throbbing headache. I felt hungover. The sun shining in through the room's many windows strained my eyes. As much as I just wanted to stay in bed, eventually I pulled myself up so that I coul...
Part 5: Brianna's Training "Vince had a terrific idea, Brianna," Kent said. "It's really going to make this easier for you." "Yeah," I said, noncommittally, knowing full well that whatever Vince had come up with wasn't going to be to my benefit, though I was sure it would benefit them. "Yeah. We've been downloading some videos for you to watch. You're goi...
Chapter 19 - Rules for work It was hours before Master came back down and it gave me a lot of time to reflect on my actions today and the whole training period. The combination of their piss, spit, cum and Kyrin's ass mixed together left a bad scent on my face. My body felt dirty and sticky and I desperately wanted a shower or at least the chance to wash of...
As in every single one of my stories, all characters are over 18, and fully consenting adults. This story is purely fictional on all accounts. Enjoy. ————————————————————- Here I am, in all my "glory" so to speak, kneeling on the floor of the closet in our bedroom. My arms stretched out to either side to the walls, my mitts clipped to the rings discreetly...
Thank you Susurrus for the help editing this monster. ***** Richard Michael Quail, Rich to his family and friends, Mr. Quail to his associates and adversaries, sat quietly at the round high top table beside his sexy, buxom wife and sipped on a fine 18 year old single malt scotch. They were both well dressed: she in an expensive blue designer dress which d...
I had always been curious, but much too engrained in the straight guy perception of all things gay. The gay community was all hairdressers and limp wristed wimp types. Perhaps it was my protection against my curiosity, I was not at all like that so I must be 100% straight. I ignored the obvious signs that did not fit the image. The fact that my first wank w...
It arrested my attention as soon as I walked into the room. Bigger than life it was. A mural of four hunky American Indian warriors, three standing on a prairie and the fourth astride one of three saddleless pinto ponies. All of them were decked out in war point, wearing just loincloths and animal-skin boots and with beaded necklaces fashioned like chest arm...
If you are not 18 or of age in your state to view such material as this, please move on… The realization, after the first installment of this story that there were many mistakes in spelling, has cause to ask for your forgiveness and I will do a better job of proof reading before submitting Chapter 2. This story is the continuation of events into man2man se...