[Ever been to the slammer? Not a fun place. But one thing is true, there are no minors in state prison, all sex in prison goes on between adults whether they consent or not. Sometimes it gets pretty hot in the pen and the air conditioning is usually broken.] SEX SLAVE ON DEATH ROW-MY PRISON BLUE BALLS Just my luck to end up in the state pen with a cell mat...
I am a very successful businessman; six figure income, married to a very successful businesswoman, father to 4 great kids with one dirty little secret. Despite a successful marriage and a great relationship with my wife, there has always been something missing in my life. Sex with men. I am not talking relationships with men. I am talking about hard core,...
"I'm off to the grocery store, Ricky. Anything special you want?" "Hey, give me a couple of minutes to get out of this file and I'll go with you, Mom." "No, that's OK. You need to finish your homework. I'm gonna stop and get my hair cut too, and there'd be nothing for you to do but kick around the mall. And you know they're cracking down on teenage loiters...
Quentin and Colin saw the lights go out in Nelson's loft apartment over his parents' garage. Their friend was off to some well-earned sleep. As Quentin started the engine and turned on the headlights, he cast his mind back over the last few hours. It had been an evening of firsts: the first time he knew his friends were gay; his first circle jerk; the firs...
"What the...?" I came to, naked and tied to a chair, blindfolded. What had happened? I remember walking into my apartment and closing the door, and then...nothing until now. I could hear movement around me, one...no two people at least. Before I could say anything else a knife was pressed to my throat. "Where is the money?" "Wh...what money?" "Don't fuc...
"Silas's Choice." "Say what?" Rocky Hansan asked. "Silas's Choice," I repeated. "You are offering me the same options you offered Silas Collins three years ago. Did you realize that?" "Of course not," the chief of the Near East Division said. "Farthest thing from our minds." But he looked of his fifth-floor window at the unexpected April snow falling on h...
I'd fallen into house around 11 just after a late breakfast and helping out on the ward. My hours on the medical shift had decreased a lot after a situation with the doctor, and the riots due to heightened security. Units 14, 15, and 17 having been segregated, no longer had rec time together so that made for fewer fights. For a while, it seemed like I was do...
CW: financial exploitation, physical roughness, WS, allusions to homophobic persecution in other countries. This is a nasty little one-off with a lot of findom elements and might not be your cup of tea. On feedback: I can't reply to anonymous messages, so if you want a question answered you need to use an email or leave a comment here. Thanks! ---- The...
We proudly present the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. * Erotica is wonderful. The only genre of literature with the potential to produce a directly observable physical change in the reader. I...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...