I lay myself down, ready. I slip my underwear down my thighs to my ankles. My right hand slides up cupping my balls and feeling the fullness ready for release. My left hand rises up and runs up the back of my neck through my hair and caress my face on the way down. My right hand is massaging my balls, groping, grabbing. My left goes to my chest and rests the...
I visited Mr B a couple more times in the following weeks; once for another overnight visit, which involved a quite severe and prolonged caning from Mrs Walsh, whilst the second time was a summons at short notice just to "drain his balls", as Mr B put it. This lasted no more than a few minutes and simply involved me getting on my knees just inside his front...
'More than coffee' continues the storyline of 'Coffee, .. and maybe more'. For character and plot development it is preferable, though not essential to read them sequentially. ***** To catch up, I had seen this Personals ad. "Old man for old man," it read. "Life is short. Need to feel a horny old man holding me tightly. Let us enjoy mutual release of our...
This story contains bare butt strapping and may not be acceptable to some readers. * Corporal punishment was a way of life for us. Our strict, preacher father would tolerate nothing short of faultlessness from my older brother Paul and me. Paul, though twenty-years of age, was still a regular victim of father's sadistic thrashings; and would remain suscept...
I love my master's cock. In fact, I worship it, and him. I am in love with him. I will do anything to please him, including kneeling before him, showering his cock with my love. He loves to have me suck his huge, beautiful uncut cock everyday. He always makes me take his sweet, salty semen on my face, in my asshole, or in my mouth. It is never wasted. In th...
Once again I would love to know what you guys think. The last story ended with Terry getting knocked out. Enjoy, CassieJo ************* I woke up to my throbbing head hitting the headboard on Blake's huge, king sized bed. "Oww," I tried to scream. However, the ball gag in my mouth made it sound like a moan. I realized why it kept hitting the headboard on...
[Hey, here is the next installment of Alexander and Hephaestion's bliss... I always love to hear from you and any suggestions you may have to keep this story going! Your messages keep this writer writing!] Alexander extricated himself from Barsine's arms as soon as he knew she was asleep. Guilt stemming from bedding her was already beginning to overwhelm hi...
Being a freshman on the College football team was rough, you were the youngest of the varsity players and they were all bigger and more experienced. I had started out the year alright, but I began to really get better and feel more at home as I befriended a junior player named Jared, he ended up teaching me the ropes. Jared ended up becoming sort of like my...
I was working from home when the doorbell rang. It was Ken, a friend of my oldest son, a guy he'd played basketball with in high school. He was wearing a suit and tie. I wasn't sure what he was doing here. My son had his own place now. "Hey Ken," I said. "You looking for Brian?" Ken shook his head. "Came to talk to you, actually." "OK," I said, and opened...
It's funny how things that are so horrible when you first encounter them become normal and even desirable. Days flowed into weeks since that night when I first developed a taste for blood. God, it was revolting – at first. Then it became bearable. Then I found myself growing restless, fucking whomever Zeph wanted me to fuck, doing whatever he wanted me to do...