A hundred thoughts went through my mind, while Smith held my lower lips down and slowly started massaging my crotch. What am I supposed to do? Why is he doing this? Isn't he married? Will I be able to escape from here? But the most important thought that kept lingering was -- How the hell am I getting a boner? Am I gay? "You look ripe and delicious, I'm gla...
Author's note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages. Today was Jack's first day as a sex slave when his master was at work, and it was pretty eventful. He got a ton of embarras...
Steve Cahill grinned with a certain nasty pleasure at the idea of what he might do with his new slave. The poor fellow had to shower to clean up from the scat and golden showers frequently forced on him. He frankly stank like a sewer, if Steve were to be honest with Eve, the man's sadistic Mistress/wife. He gathered that poor Adam had suffered a great deal...
Steve was 18 years old and his parents had left for the weekend. Steve was a senior in high school and had been masturbating to gay porn since he had discovered it at 15 years of age. He knew he was submissive and wanted to have the experience of an older dominant male directing him in the ways of manly love. Steve had contacted a dominant male in his 40s...
The following story isn't a story so much as a confession. I could have rewritten it in the form of a narrative with characters and plot, but I think I will save that for some other time. Instead, this story is more of a stream-of-consciousness confession of the fantasies I have. Being that this is all a true confession of sexual secretes I've been keeping I...
Usual stuff, this is fiction and I've taken a few liberties with reality. Oh, and we're all over eighteen. ******* Preamble ******* "Hi Tom, what's up?" I looked up to see Jerry, my best friend coming over to where I was sat. We had arranged to meet, as usual, in the bar of the Newton Arms. "Nothing much. Have a pew." I pushed back a chair for him to si...
Over the past year, my relationship with Steve had evolved into a Master/slave relationship. He had trained me to submit sexually whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted, however he wanted. During a typical evening at home together, I would be nude except for a collar, would open my mouth only when spoken to or to receive his cock, and would fetch his beers w...
I feel his warm breath on my shaft as he chuckles softly before the head of my erection is engulfed in a warm, wet heat. I groan at the feel of Masters skilled mouth and tongue working their magic causing my hips to start thrusting on their own accord. Master smiles around my shaft before using a hand to roll my balls. The pleasure in my stomach grows and s...
Elias had escaped his tormentors by drifting into unconsciousness. I was relieved. Every square inch of his body had been whipped. He had been fucked repeatedly in his mouth and his ass. And his cock had been abused until even a small breath on its head made him wince. With his tormentors in the other room resting up for the next punishment session, I stol...
As so many of you know, giving up a fetish or secret desire is not easy. As a straight man in a committed relationship, I was, for the most part, sexually content. However, my mind wandered to a time when I had my needs met by an older gentleman who administered punishment and saw to my sexual release. Walking into his house was a feeling unlike any other....