This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters who engage in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Warning, this story contains explicit descriptions of male/male sex. Many thanks to my editor Lin Hall and my beta reader nomoretears00 for their sharp eyes endless encouragement. Sex Slave - 8: Lust and Betrayal...
Chapter 8 -- For What It's Worth The address Glauvas gave him led Cam to an older neighborhood with narrow alleys shadowed by window gardens that dripped greenery and orange flowers. Flowers could not mask the faint odor of sewage and rot from the stagnant canals he crossed on bridges of stairs. The non-descript building presented a plain face to the street...
by PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (This is the final, author-approved version of this story. It contains a few additions and minor corrections to spelling and punctuation. The authors hope you enjoy it.) Copyright, 2010. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced by any means, electronic or otherwise, without express permission of the authors...
It was a day that changed history when I finally was passed through the lines and stood before the chamberlain of King Claude in the castle keep of St. Jerome's. The battle had just been won, the castle within a half hour of final capitulation. Soldiers, sweating and running in blood themselves, were still walking among the vanquished laying about where they...
Jonathan gasped, as he tried to roll over onto his right side. He had become sore, since Tony had helped him with his little problem that morning. The soreness had progressed throughout the day. Now he could barely move because of it. "What gives, kid?" Tony asked, standing from the chair he had been sitting in. "I can't move anymore... It hurts to much."...
Maybe it was how free the young waiter was with the boisterous crowd on Saturday afternoon in the Rothenburg, Germany, bierstübe—beerhall—with him touching the men and them touching him and patting his biceps, chest, and bottom as he passed, swinging up to six full beer steins in his hands without losing a drop of lager. The array of steins looked almost as...
"I'm not quite sure what to say . . . um, Jamie, was it? We've never had a walk-in on this before. I think maybe you should be talking to—" "You are Sam Winterberry of the special unit, aren't you?" "Yes, but I don't know how you knew anything about such a unit or about me. Could you just sit here a minute and—" Sam Winterberry had never in his long years...
Chapter Seven: Interlude Two As Abazar finished the melodious telling of his story, the golden youth, Michael was kneeling between his spread thighs and sucking on the bulb of his cock. Abazar's hands where playing in the curly blond hair of the beautiful youth, and he leaned down and kissed him on the head. Michael was in a haze still, having heard and ab...
I'm so elated to see some of you liked the first chapter. And at your request here is the second. Of course, there's more if you want to read it. Let me know what you think... At the hospital Greg entered the room evaluating the youth's condition three days later. Jonathan turned his head looking at the man. "Hey..." the youth smiled his voice still effect...
My legs were wrapped around his hips; my eyes were watering, and locked on his. And the driver reviver Tarzan was between my thighs, swinging me back and forth as I hung suspended, wrapped in the lianas trailing down from the jungle canopy high above us. He was swinging me so that his humungous dick sunk into me to the hilt on each swing forward, then nearly...