I found the offices of TTC Productions on the top floor of a converted warehouse in London's Dockland area. After climbing up eight flights of stairs, I was confronted by a middle-aged guy who said, "You must be Peter. You're the last contestant." The guy led me to a changing room where three other young lads were getting stripped off. We took a shower the...
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...
I was once invited to attend this party in a posh club in makati, manila, philippines.yeah, yeah, you'll see all the goodlooking models you could ever see. women were mostly tall, skinny and pretentious while the male models were of course trying hard to sounbd intelligent and straight. believe me...8 out of 10 male models are bI or even gay! I greeted the h...
When I left Bangkok, Thailand, the first time, I originally thought I'd be returning to a world that was almost completely straight and that my days of enjoying a rich and active bi lifestyle were over. My work with the government, with its strong homophobic policies, just didn't seem to leave that avenue safely open to me. And for a couple of years, when I...
I wasn't quite so anxious for a session with the young blond after the brutalization by the older man. I was sore and exhausted from having been taken by three men already that day—and the tension of the near miss on being taken by many more. I needn't have worried, though, When the young man was shown into my cell and the door had clanged shut behind him, m...
The summer had turned to a crisp-aired fall, which seemed to lift the spirits of the West Virginians around me and make the miners frisky when they came into the club. But it depressed me, and not only because I came from a hot, tropical climate. Buddy had deserted me. He had used me, finding a way around not paying for it while making me feel alive and want...
Writer's Note: This story contains dominance, submission, spanking, and humiliation. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** Prasang called me up the next day. He tried to sound as collected as possible, though I could hear his nerves. He asked if he could please be my boyfriend for the next three weeks. My heart began beating faster and...
Hoagie took me back to his quarters and locked me in a back room as the major did. And he let me out to clean and cook and then whenever it pleased him to fuck me cruelly—far more cruelly than the major ever did. He sometimes would hit me, but he never hurt me badly. He called me his obsession, the itch that he needed to scratch again and again. I endured hi...
(Authors Note: This is the 8th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04. Best wishes to everyone for a Merry Christmas!) Time marched on. Charles and I had been together for ten years and had flown to Aspen for a combination anniversary/Thanksgiving ski trip. We were staying a...
Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, gay-for-pay, spanking, and some humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** I took Prasang shopping in Central Bangkok, in the area known as Siam. Everything is cheaper in Thailand and I stocked up, buying myself beach Ts, long, flowing cargo shorts, and a...