Taylor knelt before Kam, unable to fully process the declaration he needed training. Taylor watched Kam reach for something, and as Kam connected it around his neck, Taylor realized it was a dog collar. "That will help put you in the mood. And I like seeing you in it." Taylor just groaned. The collar was snug on his neck. He felt owned, the circle of leather...
"Hey, man, you're in or what? Or are you a chicken?" Taylor was not in the mood for jokes. "So what, I go in, have sex with some porn actor, and come back to you and show you the money?" "Yeah," his friend Jack was obviously having the time of his life yanking his chain. "Well, unless you want to pay me from your own pocket ..." That was an option Taylor...
Kam left Taylor out tied to the tree. He got a cup of coffee and sat watching the defeated jock. Taylor finally stirred and looked morose, barely lifting his head except a few longing glances to the cabin. Taylor's shoulders were slumped. Kam watched from a vantage point that prevented Taylor from seeing Kam's observation. Kam kept an eye out through a long...
Taylor Harrison stepped out of his business class at the University of Miami, blinking against the brightness of the Florida sun. Tight-bodied teenagers gaggled all around him, most of them overtopped by the six-foot-three swimmer. "Down, boy," Taylor chuckled to himself. His knee-length boardshorts brushed against his cockhead, scraping it unkindly. It was...
Taylor avoided wearing suits whenever possible, but for the meeting tonight he was told it was expected of him. Reluctantly he'd complied, choosing his best suit, a Zegna that cost a couple thousand bucks, but he couldn't wait to get out of the thing as quickly as possible after the damn meeting. That shouldn't be a problem he thought to himself as he drove...
Kam could feel Taylor trembling. It was weird, as the sensations came up from his feet on Taylor's back. Kam gave a half smile. He knew what was causing Taylor's nervousness, and his blind obedience. Taylor was worried about the punishment he would receive. Kam had been considering it, not having made his mind up yet. Taylor's fear pushed Kam to make it real...
Kam sat back and looked at Taylor, who was passed out in his own cum on the floor. Taylor had always been a dick. Taylor would rub it in when he beat someone at an athletic competition, solo or team. Even when the loser was a good sport and stuck out his hand Taylor would taunt them, rag them for losing, or just call his opponent a loser. It didn't stop ther...
"What did you have in mind?" he asked timidly over his drink. "I was thinking I'd make it a surprise," I replied. He looked off into the distance and pondered a while. His name was Taylor and I'd been chatting him up for the last hour or so. We were sitting by ourselves in a booth at this bar, the name of which I hadn't bothered to commit to memory. I don'...
I rushed through the flap of the large tent with my two best friends in the world. We were happy as fuck. Outside, all around us, explosive colors and nighttime musical dreamscapes filled the sky and the air and the bloodstream. We were fully into our second night at Burning Man, my first time, though the fourth for my best friends. We were rolling on...
A beam of glistening sunlight captures the end of a king-sized bed, warming a pair of feet that shyly poked out of the sky-blue fuzzy blanket. The rejuvenating heat lightly tickles Trevor's clean toes, and a reviving surge of energy hasty rushes up to his sleepy head. Trevor peacefully and noiselessly opens his heavy eyes to find his older stepbrother sleepi...