I couldn't help myself. It started out small; as innocent fun. Not so mall and innocent anymore... My name is Dave and I am a submission addict. Some people are addicted to booze, some to drugs, others to sex. My addiction is loss of control. That's how I ended up here, blind folded and tied face down over an ottoman buck naked in a hotel room... but I'm ge...
Author's note: If you like this story please leave a comment. I enjoy reading them and I like receiving feedback on my writing. Enjoy the story. Bear Hunting I saw him at a party once, and I knew I wanted to make him mine. He was a bear, a massive man in his thirties always looking for younger twinks. I would often sit at the bar and look at the crowd, th...
Entry 5: Revenge of the Nerds - Part 2 When I woke up, I had no fuckin’ idea how long I was out. I was still fuckin’ blindfolded, but I was in a different position. This time my hands were tied above my head and I could feel some ropes wrapped around my chest, rubbing into me like sandpaper. I was sore as! My arse was on fire and my back felt raw, pressed...
Outside, the wind rustled the trees causing them to perform a tap dance on the window. Inside, silence and blackness. I lay tied naked and spreadeagled on my best friend's bed at his lake house. My senses were heightened because of the blindfold. The foreskin of my dick was painfully stretched under its head. It has been a while since it has been in this p...
Previously: "It's no big deal Noah," he said, sounding sleepy. "Let's sleep and in the morning we can talk about things." "Okay..." Michael adjusted himself a couple times and then I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck every few seconds. I had never been held by someone who wasn't my mom, and it was just as nice as I had always thought it would be....
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
"You're on your way home, Sir? Now?" "I am." Hal bit his bottom lip. Shoot, shoot, shoot. He hadn't planned anything for dinner. "How long until you get here?" Mac drove one-handed down their street, other hand holding his cell. "Actually, I'm about to pull in the drive." Hal ran a hand through his hair, mind whirling. A sudden flash of lights in the dr...
Finding myself in the passenger seat of my pick-up truck, shaved smooth as a new born behind is mind blowing. How the heck do I keep getting myself into these bizarre situations? I don't think I even recognize myself today as the same kid that moved up to the family vacation house just months ago. Since I'm in this situation, I might as well go with it, not...
* This is a fantasy of mine and involves some forced sex and is written in a looser style than you may be accustomed to. I only mention that for those who may not be interested in male - male action and were expecting the next great novel. Let's get started with Chapter 2.. So, there I am; lying on my damp basement floor on my upper back, my legs are tie...
I was a naïve first year English University student back in 1973 who'd been put in bondage and disciplined by an older, ex-cop fellow student. It turned into a regular Friday evening date, with Bill greeting me each time in his white tropical police uniform, cuffing my wrists and leading me upstairs to the back bedroom where my discipline fantasies came tr...