Admiral Spalding Stories

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Slave Spalding

by justincbenedict on Sep 19, 2017
BDSM

One Spalding Tyll walked home disconsolately, his knapsack hanging off his arm. It had now been 103 days since Mother had allowed him to masturbate, and it was hanging heavy on his young balls. Spalding had asked his Mom to dominate him when he finished his first year of college, at age nineteen... Yes and she'd put him in chastity...although he'd had a p...

Paige and Spalding

by justincbenedict on Jul 4, 2018
BDSM

Dear Mom, Thanks for the lemon bars. It'll help me stay awake during my property class. Tell Rylie that I'll bring back her mohair coat, don't have a cow. So you were asking me about how things are going with Spalding. I was so glad you and Dad liked him when you came up to school. I agree he's cute and has a good sense of humor, and Dad said Spal was obv...

Panzer's Last Stand

by justincbenedict on Jul 3, 2018
BDSM

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OVER 18. *** "It's just so weird how I've changed." Panzer grinned at his buddy Stetson Tyll. "Yeah, I heard you even went off the Prozac." Stet guided his 20011 Nissan Altima into the parking lot in front of the Grangerford's house. "I never could get why you turned twenty-one and didn't drink 'cause your mom preferred you n...

Spalding and The Cheerleader

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

22 year old Spalding Tyll walked home disconsolately, his knapsack hanging off his arm. It had now been 103 days since Mother had allowed him to masturbate, and it was hanging heavy on his young balls. Mother was mad at Spalding... She was going to punish him through humiliation by making him jerk off in front of the hottest cheerleader at Buttermilk Fall...

The Storytellers Ch. 12

by Paris Waterman on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 12 The Color Barrier as Bill Saw It & Albert Spalding Bill's host, the Reverend Howard Pentecost's brown eyes crinkled at the corners. "C'mon," he said, "we'll be more comfortable in my office." He led me up the aisle to the front of the church then turned to the right. We went through a door and I found myself in a small, but very comfortable off...

A Dark and Stormy Night

by JayDiver on Oct 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

My old man mind can't remember where I'd heard it before, oh not the phrase itself everyone's heard that! I'd heard that it was a kind of writer's joke. That phrase, 'it was a dark and stormy night'. It's a juvenile way newbie writers used thousands of times to try and build tension or suspense at the first part of a book or story. Much like the rusty hinges...

Breckyn's Bashful Boss

by justincbenedict on Jul 4, 2018
BDSM

Loudon and Jeanelle Gaskin waved at their baby sister as she walked down the hall of the big law firm. "Make us proud, Breck, baby." Jeanelle called. The legal secretaries of their formerly white-trash family had been enriched by this amazing place... Juanda, Riva and Desna, Breckyn's great aunts were "document specialists" whatever that meant, and had rec...

Mistress Starla Proves Her Point

by justincbenedict on Apr 16, 2018
BDSM

Porky was weeping bitterly, and at the same time, his dick was straining, and quite excited. Who was this girl? Starla was his friend Spalding's cousin, and he'd seen how she enslaved him--Olivarius, the school's intramural lacrosse coach had told Porky that Starla had taught him how to suck his own dick... Several young women of Porky's acquaintance foll...

The Pincushion

by justincbenedict on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

"This is so good, Cope" said Nora Price to F.X. Copeland, the Craftsman of the PainCafe's Dungeonopolis Gift Shop. "I've heard such good things about the FunSack from my friends Celestine and Francie." "It's such a success here in town." Cope grinned as he dropped the small envelope of crickets and red ants into the wire Trouble FunSack. "Yeah. Their hu...

Mother is a Matchmaker

by justincbenedict on Jul 4, 2018
BDSM

Leaving the Men's Chastity Support Group, Spalding Tyll started as he saw a familiar face exiting the Pain café's famous Tea Lounge. Following Spal's cousin, the brilliant scholar, Siddons Tyll were two pretty twenty something girls, giggling and pointing at him. And with them was an older woman in a somewhat unfashionable mink stole. "You see, girls, I...