"I really do worry about you. When did you eat last?" "Please, please, don't stop," Marc whimpered between pants. "Finish me, please. Don't make me wait." "Now you want it," the dance master laughed. "We'll see how badly you want it." The two young men were lying on a pile of old costumes in the dark corner of the back of the stage behind the wings. The d...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
***This is the second installment of the story. In the first installment, we meet Nathan who lusts for his straight best friend - the athletic and handsome Jake. Nathan thinks he'll never be able to have Jake. But one morning, to his extreme bewilderment, he finds himself mysteriously transported into the body of Natalia - the beautiful personal trainer who...
Shun was shuffling along with a line of other young men, all in leg shackles and bound to each other. They had walked, between horsed soldiers of the Chu army, most of the day, with few rest breaks and even fewer stops for water or food. When the line came to a stumbling halt, because a young soldier of Wu was too wounded or weak to go on, he was unshackled...
Needless to say that after our first, exciting encounter as fuck buddies, I was very keen to get another chance to explore the possibilities open to three big strong horny men, myself being the exception to the hairy category that Dan and "Big" occupied comfortably. As I approached 21 years of age my chest and belly were all but hairless, my back totally smo...
Thanks to those who have written and encouraged me to continue this series. Some one voted multiple times and downgraded the results on my first twelve chapters which discouraged me. But, having two Asian tops write and ask that I continue has been a source of great motivation! Let me know if you like the direction this has taken! --------------------------...
My name is Myr and I'm a retired assassin...well, I'm technically still an assassin. I quit a long time ago, but that sort of life doesn't just leave you alone. No matter how far I travel or change my appearance they always end up finding me...well that's not exactly accurate either; I always find them. Part of being an assassin is spotting others in the sam...
(Written for specific fetish request by SA) "The Hamiltons have asked whether you can go to Lexington with Mr. Hamilton for the Dressage at Lexington competitions in July, Santo. You'd be his groom for the three days there, and if you worked out well, you could stay on helping them here at Ash Creek Farms for the rest of the summer before you go back to s...
The slave trader, cloaked, with a hood covering his head, led the way in the predawn darkness up the dock and into the streets of the Greek island of Mykonos at the eastern edge of the Mykonos harbor port. Behind him was a burly yacht crewman with a blanketed bundle bent over a shoulder. Another crewman followed, a machine pistol in hand, his eyes looking ev...
"I will not buy boys," Xanthos said with a dismissive wave of his hand, although the gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. "They are unreliable and too inexperienced, and they break the crockery while playing their childish games." "These are no boys, excellency," the slave master simpered. "These are all past their playing stage and have been trained in s...