Part 2: Personal Assistant I stood there for a few moments, eyes searching the room for my clothes. "Don't worry. You'll get them back." said Jim "Once I've finished with you." He must have seen the glimpse of resentment and confusion in my eyes. Hadn't I just got on my knees and sucked his cock? Hadn't I repaid the debt? Couldn't I just go now? "Oh...
Gin and tonic was the best he could do at the moment; the drink burned its way down his throat, snapping him to attention momentarily before a pleasant numbness would take over. Letting his breath out in a quiet sigh, Marcel inhaled deeply, praying that the lack of sensation would free him from the coiling guilt at how much trouble he had caused the night be...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to 'The 5th Floor'. I highly recommend reading that story first, if you haven't already, to avoid character confusion. If rough sex, non consensual sex or gay sex bothers you, don't waste your time reading this. __________ A couple of weeks had passed since my violent fucking in the somewhat abandoned restroom on the 5...
All he could think of was the pain. It was a long time since something had hurt this much but he was determined that he would not give them the satisfaction of knowing it. So he curled up in a foetal ball and tried not to let them kick him to death, or damage his face too much. When he had given them the missive for this job he had specified that they did no...
I had two weeks of vacation and planned to enjoy my time off with a canoe trip through Minnesota's Boundary Waters. My girlfriend couldn't get away from work, so I was on my own. I loaded the truck with my fishing gear, tied the canoe on top and left Portland late Sunday night. By Monday afternoon, I was flying down State Highway 20 in the middle-of-fucking-...
I awoke the morning after my night of being raped by the two bikers for the second time, feeling sore and tense. The night's events still played in my mind. I called my parents and asked about getting a new place, but their answer was what I had expected considering I wouldn't go into any details on why I needed to move from one expensive apartment complex a...
Lord Sagi rode into the Capital, like a man on a mission. He ignored the walls of steel and iron that protected the city of commerce. He ignored the harsh, blood red of the flags posted on either side of the main rode, which led to the town square. He also ignored the torches in the dark night that belonged to excited citizens. Sagi did not stop his horse...
The tall, powerfully built, dark-haired man gazed blandly, almost with boredom, at the people below him. Men and women, some in mixed or single sex pairs or in mixed or single groups, some clearly Dom/Sub, but all with one thing in common. Leather. He moved to sit on a luxurious black leather settee situated on a circular mezzanine. The scene below was watc...
Grig I was running as fast as I could. It still was not enough. He was too close. He grabbed me and turned me around. I saw his hands covered with blood ... my blood. I crawled back and closed my eyes, imagining it was all just a dream. I felt his deep breath as he came closer. I screamed with fear and jumped at him, making him fall on the floor and choking...
*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* *This story was inspired by and written with the permission of redbeardedsf. The characters and situations involved are from his story "The Ultimate American Boy Contest." He is a writer of excellent slave boy erotic fiction. If you are Nifty enough you can read his stories, and get a better u...