"Damn you," he hissed wrathfully. "If it were me out there, you would rejoice!" Shadow felt a surge of shock that coiled up from the specter. He had not been this connected to his companion in a thousand years, or more. Tarkin'ton did not say a word, but he felt his thoughts churning in confused denial. He saw a shadow pass over the boy. It was a hunting dra...
The day after our visit to the adult bookstore, John came over to help me start stretching my asshole. I had decided it was time to let him fuck me in the ass. My parents were both at work, and my brother was at school. John knocked on the door, and I answered it already naked. John looked really excited. He was ready to help me use the dildos. "We can...
This story contains bare butt strapping and may not be acceptable to some readers. * Corporal punishment was a way of life for us. Our strict, preacher father would tolerate nothing short of faultlessness from my older brother Paul and me. Paul, though twenty-years of age, was still a regular victim of father's sadistic thrashings; and would remain suscept...
Damien knew that it was risky business to play with his lover, he knew that Scottie wasn't one who could take it for a joke but he couldn't help himself. Damien couldn't help but love the fact that he could turn on his boy so easily. Damien found himself getting a little too close to the boy, making the younger man's breath hitch momentarily, and then backin...
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...
All characters are over 18. This story isn't a wham-bam-thank-you-sir story; however, it is a story of triumph and growth. And unlike my other stories, this actually happened to me. Some aspects have been embellished for entertainment purposes. * We met in Houston's Mining Company, a neutral enough place; an alternative to preppy affluence, Millennial pre...
Dillon turned and waved one last time before taking Brad’s hand and following him out to the car. The sound of music and laughter faded as Jeremy closed the front door behind them. Giving a jaw-popping yawn, Dillon smiled. "I am pooped, baby," he said to Brad. "It was a great party, but I’m just not as young as I used to be." Brad brought Dillon’s fingers...
How could I have let this happen? Every bit of it was my fault. I was responsible for the gag in my mouth and the handcuffs on my wrists. No doubt it was my fault that I was bent over the corner of a hotel room bed, with my legs bound tightly in opposite directions...spreading them wide. I was responsible for the school girl outfit I was currently sporting,...
"Aren't you a pretty boy?" He said with a leering grin. I was on my second day of my new job and I had been tasked to drive the van to an industrial estate in the rougher end of town to collect some items and drop them off to the customer. I had walked through into the warehouse where I was confronted by a man in his late 40's with a strong accent, tattoos,...
My upper body begins to shake...softly, at first, but the longer I do not respond the more violent the shaking becomes...my first thought is always the same-oh no, are we having an earthquake? When my eyes finally open I see nothing but darkness, and in that split-second between deep-sleep and alert consciousness, I imagine terrible things and my body begi...