Gay Strangle Stories

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Spontaneous

by DuskPeterson on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Thinking about it, I've decided that bringing Jell-O to a gathering of leathermen wasn't my big mistake. My big mistake was bringing it on the night that Master Trent was attending. I met up with him at an inopportune moment, when he was staring morosely at the refreshments table. The table looked pretty good to me. Martin, who's president of our little sub...

Efrain and Cory Ch. 13

by dayne on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 13 – Indie Comes to Jesus "Shit." Whatever Efrain had to say is lost as he pushes past me, calling for Cory. He pauses at the door to shoot a terse "fucking asshole" over his shoulder. I can just barely make out a truck engine pulling away. I few moments later, the front door slams shut. There's a loud thump followed by a string of curses from E...

I'm Not Gay Ch. 05

by blastinaglass on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Noah Ganton, Noah Thompson-Ganton, Mr. and Mr. Ganton, Noah and Bryson Ganton, or would he change his name to Bryson Thompson? I had been coming up with alternatives in my head for an hour like a giddy schoolgirl doodling on her Trapper keeper. I had decided that I would take his name because I couldn't imagine him being named anything but Bryson Ganton. I...

Bait a Hook Ch. 10

by VaRiverWriter on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

Chapter 10: First Aid We were going to spend Thanksgiving at my mom's sister's house in Williamsburg, about an hour and a half away. Mom said I could invite Rob; unfortunately, his parents wanted him to spend time with family and not go with his "friend." The journey there was fine, and the food was abundant and delicious. The trip home wasn't so pleasant....

An Encounter With The Handyman

by sexygirl76 on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

Greg stood by the refrigerator drinking from his beer as his eyes traveled over the body of the man lying on the floor with his head under the kitchen sink. At 29, Greg had lived in his apartment for a little over 5 years. It was common knowledge to the other tenants that the 6', 160lb hunk that lived upstairs only allowed men in his bed. Over the past 11...

To Protect A Prince Ch. 04

by velvetpie on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Sam awoke and groaned. His entire body was bruised and the coppery taste of blood swam in his mouth. He wanted to move but he was afraid of more pain and he figured that the longer he pretended unconsciousness, the longer he could escape his jailer’s attentions. He didn’t think he could survive another beating. “Is he awake yet?” A voice asked and he heard...

Trapped

by TheNakedGinger on Dec 30, 2017
Gay Male

Needless to say, I didn't expect what happened today. No one ever does I guess. I was working in my garage while the wife and kids were out running some errands. I cleaned out a bunch of things from the attic above the cars and piled the boxes near the front of the open garage. Having gone up and down my ladder with boxes (while not super heavy) all morning...

To Rise Again Ch. 12

by squeeker78 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"Ma, I love you and all but this better be a life or death situation or I WILL hang up and call you back later." Eithen hated the fact that he had to interrupt what River had been doing to his body, but his mother only called if it was important. There was no way he could ignore it even if he had wanted to. "Don't you take that tone with me Eithen Alexander...

Fist to the Heart Ch. 13

by laurasfox on Nov 18, 2019
Gay Male

Chapter Thirteen - Let Me Be The One To Hold You Ruslan had slept fitfully throughout the night, his so-called rest plagued by nightmares, or better said, pieces of them that made no sense at all. He willed himself to stretch over to the nightstand and check his phone. There were no missed calls, no messages. What could have caused Johnny to get up and lea...

Fist to the Heart Ch. 16

by laurasfox on Dec 23, 2019
Gay Male

Chapter Sixteen - Soon To Be Ruslan watched his father talking on the phone. That deep etch on his face, between his furrowed eyebrows let out nothing good. Who could the old man be talking to? The conversation was held in a hushed tone, and Ruslan didn't want to intrude, as he knew his adoptive father to be a man of great secrecy. "I'm sorry, Russy, it wa...