NOTE: The following story is fiction but inspired by the "escape rooms" we see sprouting up across America. While there is no nudity or direct sexual contact (at least in this chapter!), it is homoerotic and features gay male bondage themes. Wouldn't it be amazing if there was an escape room experience like this? ***** The Subjection - Chapter One (M/M )...
My cock throbbed against the sole of her foot, held tightly to the skin by the elastic of her stirrup pants. The cum I'd just spent oozed between her toes, dripping on her pussy, splayed and sodden from the fucking she'd just had, and as I knelt down to lick the droplets off her pubes before cleaning her foot I pondered just how I'd gotten here. Just eight h...
Chapter 13: In Sarah's House Warm sunlight had been streaming into Sarah's house for several hours now, bathing its rooms in a rich array of golden light that blended seamlessly with the white walls of the foyer, the kitchen, and the living room, the deep red walls of the dining room, and the lavender walls of the bedroom. The succulent smell of cooking mea...
Chapter 4: What's the worst that could happen? It had already been the worst day of my life to date: earning my £80 per week Unemployment Benefit payments, by working as a community servant -- in the Sock Room. And it wasn't over yet ... I was at home; that is, at my parents' house, where I was still living at the time. It was almost 7:00 p.m. and, havi...
You march all day long with your platoon, marched up and down and stood at attention. The sun was ablaze and the day was full of heat, but what kept me attentive was those feet in your combat boots. Your boots seemed like a size 12. All black and heavy duty. And just the size of it, i can imagine how your feet smell. Even the size and shape of your feet imp...
The phone rang and I picked it up saying, "Hello." I heard the sexiest "Hi Roger." I had not talked to Melissa in six months. She and I had both been traveling on business. As soon as I heard her sweet voice I thought of the last time we had seen each other. It had been a weekend – oh la, la, la. Melissa asked me how I was doing. I told her fine. She then...
I had just finished up my five-mile morning run, when David pulled up, a local young man who does carpentry work in my little town. Being a divorced older woman, I needed such help from time to time and he'd come recommended by others. I watched the young man get out of his truck, a handsome stud to be sure, in his early 20s with shaggy blonde hair and a le...
I know the last chapter was weird. You might enjoy it if you're one of the zero people out there interested what I'll discuss with my future therapist. And yes, I should have written this in the preface to that story, but I forgot. As always all characters are well over 18 and some things are sure to offend people but I warned you with tags, so really we'r...
Not too long ago, Jeremy and I were sitting at our favorite sports bar waiting for the game to start just BS’n and arguing about which waitress had the best looking legs. Jeremy informed me that he and Lucy had just broke off their relationship but not before Lucy treated him to what he said was the best foot job he had ever experienced. He went so far as to...
Batgirl stood surrounded by men. The men were armed and dangerous; each suit hid a gun, every boot a dagger. She knew the men very well of course. This was an old style mafia family, now lead by a Mr. HotShit and his band of cousins and brother in laws and sons. She was the only girl in the room. Most of the men stood slowly, in a stoned daze, for they had...