Hello, there. My name is Steve Vincent. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A college graduate, hardworking professional and homeowner who finds himself dissatisfied with his world. Sometimes, I wonder why Black people in America, especially the South, can't seem to make any progress. I knew the an...
What happens in toy land stays in toy land. Before I built the homes, I solicited the people who I wanted for neighbors, namely six of my closest friends with house number seven being my house. I first sold them on the idea of having our own private, gated community compound, so as to speak. Once they saw the land with the view of the lake and with the moun...
This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to writ...
Life is hell and then you die. That's my outlook on things most of the time, and it's got to change. My name is Timothy Joseph. Friends call me T.J. I'm a big and tall, dark-skinned and rugged young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Every day, I'm basically trying to make it in this life. I work as a security guard a...
Nubia Diallo is a newcomer to the BDSM scene of Ottawa, Ontario, and the young woman finds it sorely lacking. The BDSM is lily-White, and its lack of diversity almost offends Nubia Diallo's sensibilities. The creepy old White dudes who make up the bulk of the local BDSM scene don't impress her much. Nubia Diallo decided to rally the Black men and Black women...
Finn's arms were still weak when he threw the saddle onto his horse. He glanced over his shoulder at his friends saddling their horses in silence. The introduction had gone as he imagined it would, with the exception of the vibration that had kept his mind clouded throughout the majority of the conversation. He didn't normally work on Saturdays, but one of...
Chapter 3 Secrets and plans Disclaimer: All names and situations are fictitious and this is a sole story created by my bored brain. I do not believe mind or physical control is acceptable, fitting or should even be done and wish pain on the person who does it, lots of pain! Anyway, this story might have something to teach. The important piece is wanting...
The sun rose over the town of Bel-Air, located in the hills dominating the City of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti. Lucien Henri lay buck-naked on the soft grass, and blinked against the light. Not again, the young man thought as he slowly got up. If someone told Lucien a year ago that his existence would become this strange, he would have laughed out loud. Luci...
The light clicked on and Rex woke as Jackie came down into the basement. She quickly checked the bowl in her dog's cage and saw it was unused then unlocked the thick heavy padlock on the door. Rex crawled out, stretching. Without a word Jackie attached her lead to the white slave and he was led upstairs. As crawling up was far safer than crawling down, Rex d...
Chapter 5 Escape Disclaimer: This story started as Nonhuman, it will travel through several categories. You can read it alone or as a whole. Some names are explained at the end of this chapter. Be ready to re-live the characters' memories we're finally escaping! All human names and situations are fictitious and this is a sole story created by my bored...