Carson's mind went blank. He was trapped. Mr. Armisen was toying with the underwear in his fingers, his other hand still holding the cigar. "I, uh-" Carson began. "What were you gonna do with this, huh?" Armisen asked, his thick eyebrow still cocked. Carson couldn't lie any longer. He didn't care. "I just wanted to smell it." Mr. Armisen nodded, the fain...
For the next week, Connor did, indeed, use Darius as he wanted. He used Darius's relatively private cell to trade contraband, gamble, and beat-up his enemies of which he had many. When he wasn't doing those things, he was pushing his cock down Darius's throat. Darius also got to know the two men that always accompanied Connor. The pale, emaciated man was nic...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * I had been minding my own business and preparing the temple for the first festival of Spring, the ancient celebration of the planting of the first seed. Going out into the nearby hills in search of branches of buds and the first leaves and small flowers to adorn t...
I pushed him against the wall and kissed his lips hard. He tasted delicious as I pressed into him. I shoved my hand into his bathing suit as he groaned into my kiss. I grasped his hard cock and jacked it a few times. I could feel the slickness of his precum on my hand. Suddenly, he shoved me against the other wall and tore away from me. He gripped the sides...
My head was jammed between a powerful thigh and a the rhymically heaving muscles of a hard stomach. My lips were pressed to the dark, oily skin of his belly, any brief respite in his breathing was the only chance of gasping for breath myself. How was this ebony Adonis able trap me so? My own tanned body had been oiled a long time ago, sweat had added to to t...
Self-help gurus tell us we grow by "breaking out of our comfort zones" -- and yet few of us ever do. After all, we are creatures of habit. We prefer the safety and comfort of what we know. Maybe this is why it is said that life repeats itself -- because we gravitate towards the familiar, over and over. I've heard these clichés, of course, but was still su...
I was on the wrestling team with Brody since we were in our sophomore year in high school. Brody was a good looking guy with big muscles in his legs, back and glutes. He wrestled in the 195 weight class and I was in the 160 weight class. We had grown to be good friends over the years. I admit I had sort of a bro-crush on Brody. I kept it to myself because I...
His dominance has continued. He continues to torture me. His nature seems only to focus upon my submission...complete and total submission. He knows there is nothing I will not do for him. He knows there is nothing that I will do to please him. He uses that to his advantages. He teases me. He tempts me. He tests me. He forces me to test the raw power of male...
I wore my humiliation like a wet blanket draped across my naked body. After a prolonged week of agonizing soul searching, I had abandoned the last threads of my self-respect at the door with my clothes. Rushing into the room I had thrown myself to my knees at Jim's feet, burying my face in his groin as my first act of complete surrender and submission. It...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Chapter 4 -- Highland Festival -- The Spanking ***Hello Readers Quick note, my stories tend to progress a bit slower, if you're looking for quick paced sex scenes try another story. Also, some past people have nitpicked about small consistency details in my stories. I...