by K. Nitsua. Newly revised version copyright 2014 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the fifth and, so far, final "Steelman Tale." Readers will once again recognize characters from past stories in this series, though, like "Class Reunion," this is not a sequel. DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. * Fro...
The fear in Nile's eyes had killed Arden inside. He gave the Agents no trouble. He refused to answer their questions. He endured their beatings in silence until they had gotten tired of him and brought him to the blood farm. He lay in a cold metal pod. Naked, sedated, and in shackles. Tubes violated his arms, one giving blood and the other taking it in set i...
This story is a continuation of the My Teenage God Series. In the previous stories we first followed David as he submitted to the muscular teenager Max. We then turned to the teenage goddesses Felicity and crystal as they seduced Deborah, their female tutor. We now go back to David and Max's story. The two tracks should merge soon enough. I've switched David...
The sun cooked Beau's broad shoulders as he pushed the lawnmower across the yard. Clad in cargo shorts and sneakers, Beau tramped through the grass, sweat sliding down his back. His shorts hung low, revealing the very top of his meaty ass. He stopped, wiping his brow. Beau surveyed his surroundings. At his mother's insistence, the 18-year-old was spending th...
So I am standing before Billy's boss near the swimming pool, my heart fluttering as I gaze into his clear blue eyes. He is complimenting me on my good looks and firm and trim body. I barely hear his words; I am concentrating on controlling my breathing and trembling hands. I have never felt this awkward and nervous around a man, but then again, I have neve...
After collecting myself, I sat in the stall covered in cum and had to figure out how to make myself presentable. I looked at the cum drying on my suit coat and then noticed a few globs on my pants. I thought about paper towels, but there were none, only jet dryers, so toilet paper was it. I flushed the toilet and dipped some tissue into the bowl water and da...
*All characters in this story are above the age of 18 years old* ***** Four men in expensive suits sat around a conference table, as another man made his presentation. The four men were all at the main office of the new and improved United States Male Slave Organization. They had been invited because of their wealth and influence for the possibility of buy...
I had another 3 hours till my shift was over. My little slut of a wife teased me right till I walked through the door. God I was so fucking turned on right now I could fuck anything. Damn! The guy must have been going 85, I pulled my car out of the parking spot and sped off after him. After following him for 15 minutes I turned on my lights. Why do these f...
In the vocabulary of Masters and Slaves, presentation refers to the daily ritual followed by a slave when he greets his Master and presents himself for inspection. For my first presentation to my Asian Master, I was anxious and fearful even though my instructions were clear and easily followed. "Shower and empty your colon. Dress in white briefs, button down...
Authors Note: All characters are fictional, and are 18 or older. Tyler Walker brushed his sandy blonde hair away from his eyes. These were the times that he wished he had stayed home. He forced himself to not stare at James Taylor anymore. He closed his locker and hurried off to English. He sat down on his usual seat, wondering what boring thing Mr. Sandle...