Berto unwinds the tangles in his headset cord, and slides the collection bag closer to him. After nearly a year in the institute, he's gotten used to the idea that he's locked to a bag of his own piss and cum. He only notices it at times like this, trying not to fall behind. To pull enough of the real world into him, to make up for what they're sucking out,...
Like the first two installments, the story shifts between the first week after meeting Emilee and two months later, when Emilee is further along in her role as my bimbo. after our first meeting. All characters are over 18. I left Bimbo Emilee in the back of the men's golf clubhouse locker room while I scoped out the building for signs of her dad and Mil...
All characters in this story are the age of 18 or older. In an alternate earth, in the year 2010, a mysterious company called RealDreams began selling fictional characters, not action figures or cardboard standups but living breathing things, plucked out of their universes and brought back by extraction teams. Now, i say “things” because after a long legal d...
Many things about sex have intrigued and excited me, but, until recently one of them has not been the topic 'sex and aging.' That may be changing; I am writing this article on my seventieth birthday. It is not a topic easy to avoid. Sex and aging appears in one formulation or another, month after month, on the covers of magazines about men's health, women's...
Foreword This tale has elements that are Maledom and elements that are Femdom. 'The Institute -- A Description' is exactly the same as in my first two stories in this series. The new stuff begins with 'Chapter One -- Wager'. The naughty bits begin with 'Chapter Two -- Dilemma'. The Institute -- A Description This series of tales is about the activitie...
This is a long tale in seven parts, meant to be read at leisure. Part 1 I was deep in thought as I strode down the hallway to the office restroom, grappling with the morning's problems...the little, unexpected bureaucratic ones that always seem to crop up each day. I was so engrossed that I almost didn't see her, a slim – though very curvy – African-Americ...
Phineas waited, trying not to tremble as his wife stomped in from her Weight Watchers meeting. She walked past Finny as he stood awkwardly holding the vacuum cleaner. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door. That can't be good, he thought dejectedly. Adair was a gorgeous woman. She had her flaming red hair in a crew cut, but she had nice full brea...
My name is Theodore James Madder. My friends and family members call me TJ. It's my favorite nickname. The hero of this tawdry little tale. I'm a seven-foot-tall young black man living in the combative and competition-obsessed city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm doing many exciting things. I'm a freelance writer for the infamous newspaper called...
This morning, Robbie stood at attention, his penis now in severe pain, pushing, pushing desperately against the unforgiving metal of the Thimble as he gazed down into Karin’s heaving breasts as she knelt, tapping the Thimble tip with a French talon. “You were supposed to clean this thing, Robbie.” Karin looked at the tip of the Thimble. She got very close,...
Over the years a number of men with whom I have corresponded and sent my naughty photos have been interested in how I got my cunt hole permanently stretched many years ago. I decided to sit down one night a write up the whole story for one of my men. I thought you might like to read it too. Also, in the latter part of the story you will notice some discussi...