I met Bert and John later that week at a restaurant, quite by accident. I had joined a group from work and as we were sitting in the bar, Bert and John came in. I left the group to go over and say hi. Both of the men were glad to see me and we soon were talking about the night in the park. I was getting hornier and hornier as we talked and I could tell that...
It's been three days since I started as Jim and Frank's houseboy. They compliment my work as I move throughout the house dusting and cleaning. Their compliments usually consist of smacking an open ass cheek and saying, "very nice boy." Almost every night has been some sort of sex with one or both of them, always ending up as me eating a load or two. I'm th...
Nelson loved his job. He loved just about everyone he worked with. The only person who he couldn't stand was CJ, the owner's son. He was an arrogant cocky son of a bitch who charmed the women and smoozed the men they worked with. Nelson, on the other hand, was nothing but a tiny target for CJ's toxic masculinity. The worst part for Nelson was the fact he fo...
DADDY, THE DEVIL, AND ME: OPENING "Do it." He whispered into Drake's ear. Drake had found himself. Kneeling before his son. Looking up at him. Staring into his eyes. He couldn't tell if it was a look of terror, or total submission. "Give into it," whispered the voice again, "This was meant to happen." Drake could feel all rational thought leaving him. The...
The morning crowd in the coffee house had just thinned. The stranger's request for a date had been pretty straightforward, "Caribou Café, 10:30 sharp". A tad dominating, but Liam melted for the dominating kind. And so he found himself perched alone on a table that had definitely seen better days. At the stroke of 11, the waiters were clearing out signs of...
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...
This is for a special friend, whom I hope will realize who he is should he ever find his way back to my page. I wrote it with him especially in mind. It might not be perfect but I hope you enjoy it. As a note, I left Max's image blank in hopes that people might be able to imagine themselves (or whomever they like) in his position, rather than giving you two...
1) "Ok Mate, see you at central at 2" I quickly entered into my phone and sent the message. It probably be later than 2, because I was never on time as I always missed the train or the train was late. More than likely the train would be late as it was a match day. Danny had got tickets for a Welsh international in the Millennium Stadium. When he had said he...
I finally got home 'bout 11 o'clock and I knew damn well that my boy, Pepe, would be pissed. I hadn't called and I'd switched my fuckin' mobile off, both of which would have had him half-mad, half-scared. I wheeled the AC Cobra into my big drive. I've gotta nice place, like I said before, the dungeon business is a big money business, when you do it right. T...
This is an entry in the Winter Holiday Contest, and is a story of the further adventures of Lester Logan, a student at State University and the self-styled dormitory slut. For further details on his carnal adventures, see previous stories. * It was the evening of December 21, the beginning of Winter Break, which almost everybody calls Christmas Break, and...