Author's Note: This story is inspired by/for slave sal of Florida. It is a fantasy of what his perfect slave life would be, and who knows, maybe it will come true. Of course, I couldn't help but put myself in it as well :) . I'm also conforming to some of his slave voice style of writing. There will be some "inspired by actual events" parts as well. Enjoy!...
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...
I am on my knees. Hands behind my back. Restrained. Eyes fixed on Master's strong, supple, smooth body. He is muscular, but not muscle-bound. Wrapping strong arms around my neck, he pulls me forward and enjoys the struggles of my tongue against his flesh. Suck nips. Kiss his narrow waist. Lick his firm inner thigh. The dick bulging out of his black jockstrap...
I met the grooms brother at my cousins wedding, we first met at the engagement party, he was across the room, our eyes met when I first walked in the door, he quickly turned away trying to avoid eye contact. I caught him a few times checking me out, I looked pretty good if I do say so myself. He was a strapping lad, he was twenty four years old, single, stra...
My thanks to Scouries, who gave me the idea and the impetus to write this story for the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest. * "Pauletta, you're such a twink," his friend, Leonard told the young gay man one Friday night in June while they were standing at the bar in The Purple Knight, their favorite hangout in San Francisco's Castro District. "I know that,...
Spring Break is a huge time for all college students, with may flying off to hedonistic spots in Florida, California and Mexico. I believe it or not had money to do something, but had no friends or desire to travel to one of these spots. My school work was all caught up, as most professors made sure that all assignments were due before this week, and were ki...
"Gotta go, this is my stop." Philip fired off a farewell text to his friend as he got up, shoving his thick, hairy, tan feet into his flip flops. He didn't bother adjusting his singlet, which continued its slide down one of his muscular shoulders, slouching halfway down one side of his beefy rugger's physique. A dusting of reddish chest hair made a thin "t"...
I love to please my boyfriend. I masturbate thinking about that. A lot. To hear him when he's in me, on top of me, lost to my tight little hole or my mouth, I love the sound of him, the 'man' noises he makes! But as much as I like to please him, I just like to please men. Do I ever. I've been at it since just after high school. And there is nothing hotter th...
My name is Kevin Jean Bardot and, yes, I am a sissy. Most guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to look and act like men. I was small and skinny and had no body hair to speak of other than a few sparse, very blonde hairs on my pubis. I had sex with another person for the first time when I went into the navy and was stationed in a small city...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...