I had just gotten home from a long day's work. It was the end of the quarter and I had to work all day to get the numbers in on time. As I closed the door and hung my keys on the key rack, I heard a faint whimper down the hall. "I guess Cammie's home", I said to myself. Cammie was my roommate for a couple of years now and I really enjoyed living with her....
Chapter 22, Round Two Ross was barely conscious. With the help of two slaves, he was able to sit up. His cock was almost numb but he could still feel the hard twitches, making him wonder if there was nerve damage to his cock. His balls ached badly. He could also tell, without looking that the left ball was very swollen. Even he was shocked at the amount of...
This robbery is going great, you think to yourself. The bank guard, an old man, never noticed the interaction with the teller. The teller fills the bags fast after you hand her the note. You quickly turn from the counter and make for the door. This is where bad luck sets in. You bump into a large man walking in the door, slowing your exit. The teller yells,...
I've always liked wrestling, MMA and kickboxing. I could never do it myself for various reasons, but I've always liked watching people beat the crap out of other people, and it helps to know it isn't actual real and nobody is getting hurt. One day however, my then girlfriend, a midsized, athletic blonde woman named Jen, convinced me to join our colleges box...
Notice: Readers and characters are 18+ This is fiction. And a BDSM story, Emphasis on the S. It includes fetishes such as Femdom, CBT, CFNM, humiliation, chastity, pegging. It is a ballbusting story foremost, where our guy gets hit in the testicles. If that doesn't sound like your thing, you WILL NOT READ OF IT. This story continues and concludes events fro...
If you've stuck your dick in as many people as I have, you're bound to meet some people with weird fetishes. Some would say my love of being kicked in the sack counts as a weird fetish, but that's not the point. Granted, I suppose a desire to fake a stranger raping you in a Wal-Mart parking lot, and then beating the crap out of them isn't exactly a strange...
I wake up rather grumpy in the mornings. This particular day seems to be worse. I lovingly roll over and look down at my slave laying on the floor looking so pitiful and helpless. He is wearing the rope waist harness I bound him in the night before. His wrists and ankles are bound in leather cuffs. His wrists are attached to his ankles by a long chain. The...
The characters depicted in this fictitious story as all adults over the age of 21. The author does not in any way condone the theme of the story, nor the actions of the characters in the story and believes all real life relationships must be built on love, affection and mutual consent. Narrative Style: First Person Female ***** Part I – The Hook Allison a...
This is a problem... she thinks to herself. She stands there at the end of the hall, leaning up against the wall, staring at him. Sitting on the couch, he is very into the Bears football game he's watching. Up against their main rivals, the Packers, it was important to him to watch and not miss a single down that was shown on national TV. On the table in fro...
After parking across the street from the aging brick building, I look both ways and make the sprint. My bag is heavy with gear but it doesn't slow me down. It couldn't possibly. I am here. The dark stairwell leading up smells of sweat. Probably somebody cleans it once in a while, but it will always smell this way. That's because the dojang is a sweaty place...