Editor's Note: story contains nonconsentual themes. * Let me introduce myself, my name is Alex, I am a 21 year old skinny white boy with a high school degree still living with my parents at home. I work at the local grocery store. The reason for my failure in life is my uncontrollable addiction to porn and masturbation. Every time I finish my work I quickl...
Coming home from seeing a movie at Clifton Commons about 9:20 pm one evening I ran a red light. I saw a police SUV with its lights on pull out of a parking lot following me. I pulled over. The officer got out of his vehicle and walked up to my window and tapped on it. I put the window down. The officer was hot looking like the Polish actor Patryk Czernieje...
CHAPTER 1 Hi guys; my name is Jeremy; I'm a Chicagoan and I'm what is euphemistically called a Male Escort. Any guy who does not go around with his head in the sand knows more or less what I do when they hear that I am a Male Escort, but frankly I don't know where that expression comes from, for escorting, which implies accompanying someone somewhere, usual...
Note to all Navy personnel: I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. All people and acts portrayed herein are purely fictitious and never happened as far as I know. Note to Everyone Else: This is my first attempt at such writing, so any constructive criticism is appreciated. I may write a follow-up based on reader replies, so please feel free to write...
Kam left Taylor out tied to the tree. He got a cup of coffee and sat watching the defeated jock. Taylor finally stirred and looked morose, barely lifting his head except a few longing glances to the cabin. Taylor's shoulders were slumped. Kam watched from a vantage point that prevented Taylor from seeing Kam's observation. Kam kept an eye out through a long...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
A/N: This story/series will contain gay sex, gay incest, vampires, bdsm, bondage, and some non-con/reluctance. Don't like, don't read. ***** It was nearly sunset when I went to visit my brother again. The servant that I'd come across must've been guarding the room, because my brother was still securely fastened to the bedframe. Jacob looked relieved an...
I checked in at the hotel just about 8pm. Master was giving a heads up that He'll be late around 9:30pm, so I still had some time to clean myself and get ready for the night. I went down to the lobby around 9:15pm to meet Him, eager from anticipation. When He arrived punctually, I escorted Him up to the room. We had a short chitchat since haven't met for o...
This is the story of the beginning of a very wonderful summer. ;) The place we rented was amazing. It was one of those cheap places you could find at airBnB. It was a shabby little beach house owned by a blogger couple who travel around the world all the time. The house was not the most amazing aspect of the place. In fact, the house itself looked a bit wo...
Elias hung from the straps in the center of the room as the Master slowly circled him. A whip with several stands of cloth hung at his side. I had witnessed the Master use this very whip on many members of the island plantation. A few were slaves brought over on boats from across the ocean to help pick the fields, but most were white, young men who were brou...