The little office was cramped and cluttered, and the tall ginger youth who seemed to be in charge had to move a few boxes of disposable coffee cups aside before he could shut the door. Once we were alone I could tell how nervous he was: he'd clearly never had to deal with a problem like me on one of his shifts. His name badge announced that he was called El...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === The restaurant seemed a lot more expensive than those I was used to: it certainly wouldn't have been the sort of place I'd have picked if given the choice. The starters alone cost more than I would usually be prepared to pay for a whole meal, and I didn't regard myself as a tight-arse – well...
The all caps is more to indicate an intensity of speech rather than yelling. * * * * * YOU ARE MINE... AREN'T YOU??? yes, master ... THEN CRAWL TO ME... HOW BADLY DO YOU WANT TO BE MINE??? WHAT WILL YOU DO TO SHOW ME YOU ARE MINE? you are looking only at MY FEET, on your hands and knees in front of ME... anything, master ... I RUN MY FINGERS THRU YOUR...
The complex psychology of managing men in long term confinement requires intuition, intelligence and sensitivity. Rarely brute force. The institution, the walls, the doors, the gates, are as important an influence on behaviour as the security staff and, by and large, long term prisoners learn to go with the flow and in amazingly creative ways, make the best...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** It was March of this year in Dublin Ireland, I decided to take an impromptu vacation to the island, but lacked the funds necessary for an adequate AirBNB, so I decided to try something I never did before... Stay in a hostel. I booked a male only room that housed up to 8 gu...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. This is my first story, please give me some feedback. Parts of this story of true, some of it isn't. I'll leave you to decide * I've been a young sailor for almost two years now. We've been at sea for almost 75 days. Tomorrow we will be pulling into Thailand. It's been a long ri...
God the weather was wet, I was stuck in bloody Ilkley for the afternoon at least and it was half day closing, even the pubs were shut not that I was old enough yet to drink in them. I decided to get out of the rain the only shelter I knew of nearby was the toilet block on the river walk for want of a better spot I ran to it at least be able to sit down out o...
What can I tell you about myself? I was born in a small town about 100 miles North of Los Angeles. I was very nerdy as a child and picked on by other kids. My Father would beat me, my mother would scold me. I wasn't happy. "Don't turn out like some fag!" my father would shout at me before giving me a vicious backhand slap to the face. It hurt me in many way...
"Dude..." Calvin whispered. "What... the... fuck...?" I tried to stand, but my legs were shaky. I covered my genitals with my underwear. I tried to look up at him, but I couldn't make eye contact. My face was bright red. "Alright, man," Calvin said quietly. "I'm gonna let you clean this up and then get out of my house. I don't want to know what was going o...
It was a hot night. I had a few beers and was speeding down the freeway for a weekend of fun. There was no car on the road, so I floored the gas, doing almost seventy. Then I heard it, the siren. Then the red and blue light. Shit, I thought, just what I needed. The cop sped in front of me and gestured for me to pull over. I did. He then walked slowly towar...