All participants are over 18. ***** The seasons changed, my college year ended and I went back home for the summer, having already paid Fritz my deposit on my room for the autumn. Back in my home town, I decided to widen my sexual repertoire and test myself. Since I had stayed with Fritz and Greg, sex had been oral and anal. I had yet to take my first woma...
Apologies for my apparent case of dropped-off-the-face-of-the-Earth-itis. I had a momentary attack of self-pity and then Christmas happened and then studying for exams happened, so I've been under the radar for a while. The fact that comments keep coming is a real boost to me and I'm finally back in action. This thrilling instalment comes with a dedicati...
My name is Atlas. I like freaks. You know, the people with funky haircuts, pale skin, piercings galore, and tattoos to boot. I've always been attracted to that type of person, so I became one. I dyed my hair black, shaved off all my body hair (eyebrows included), got some piercings... that sort of thing. Ever since the "transformation" I no longer feel shy....
The next day dawned bright and early at 8 AM with my cell phone alarm chiming. I clicked it off and looked at the floor to see Allen, my new slave, lying there in a diaper. His cock was creating a bulge in it from his morning wood, and I salivated at the thought of it. I crawled over to him in my doubled up diaper (which I had soaked again during the night)...
ROMEO ACCEPTS MARCEL'S OFFER Romeo slept at the salon the night that he had been evicted form his home. He knew that he had no chance to go back home as his father would never let him return. The next morning Romeo freshened up at the salon and then headed to the barber school. He would return later that day to work at the salon and by then he hoped that he...
Roland dithered in the shadows opposite the dimly lit window, shuffling from one foot to the other indecisively, eager to cross the wet street but cautious, looking left and right to make certain nobody he knew would recognise him in such a place: unlikely as that may be but he took no chances. His colleagues at the bank would be amazed to even imagine he vi...
I was bitter, I was angry. But I suppose I should be grateful. When I first met Drang I was a confused screwed-up twenty-year-old. You know how it is at that age, socially dysfunctional, messed in the head, moody and petulantly self-centred. But after a year with Drang I knew exactly what it's all about. Infatuated, I even dropped out of college because he w...
I was walking across campus, headed to a nearby pizza restaurant for a late lunch. Suddenly a body pressed into my back and a hand covered my eyes. Startled, I tried to get away but my unknown assailant held me tight, something cold pressed into the middle of my back. I started to struggle and then I heard his voice. "Come on, Noah," he laughed softly. "Gue...
Chapter Three: The Darkest Hour When Michael came to, he was still being carried by the hands of more than one ruffian. The dulling of the sensitivity to his eyes told him that they had entered a darkened area—cool, and damp. The contrast with the dry heat of the Cairo streets, even at night, seemed incongruous to him unless, of course, they were somewhere...
Mighty Tungsten Tuberosity, Part 2 Hallowe'en morning. All Hallows' Eve. All Saint's Eve. The beginning day of AllHallowTide, the Western Christian Feast days signaling the liturgical dedication to remembering the dead. At least, that is, the saints, the martyrs and all the faithful: those who existed in Purgatory until the Day of Reckoning or, modernly, th...