Nick was sent to make Martino a whisky, as his big cock had drooped and was no longer fit to be worshipped by his eager flatmate. He looked at Peter on his knees in front of Martino, and at how big Martino was – and boy was he big, thought Nick – and he was frustrated that his own cock was no longer big enough for his flatmate. He’d followed all of Martino’s instructions too, and couldn’t believe...
Mutant XXX By Deland Vincent (delandv@yahoo.com) Note: This is a work of fiction and some artistic license is used in that the characters do not practice safe sex. When it comes to reality, the author is a strong believer in always practicing safe sex. A high kick from Jesse barely missed Brennan’s head. Brennan sprang back with a dodge that looked like a limbo move. He then returned a...
Peter’s Clueless Seduction 3 Peter was eager to put his new plan into action and help Nick, his flat mate, with his sperm production. Just like any flat mate would. It was perfectly reasonable. For some reason the mere thought of it made his big, muscular rear itch. All day he thought about it, and how he could mention it to Nick in a casual way. When he returned home he was desperate to strip...
Considering that he had taken to wearing nothing but underwear in his buff flatmate’s presence, and had become incredibly curious about his flatmate’s swollen genitals, Peter had not really noticed the change in his lifestyle. He was the same hardworking, hard living gym obsessed skirt-chasing banker. Sure, he only wore tight briefs or jockstraps round the flat, but that had nothing to do with...
The cyclist was racing along the top of the Mississippi levee, anxious to get back into Natchez before the rains hit. Sweating profusely in the humidity and under the blazing sun, he had stripped his jersey off and wrapped it around the handlebars of the bike. It was almost dusk now, however, and the storm clouds were rumbling in. He felt chilled and tried to free the jersey from the handlebars...
I was there for three nights in the basement strip club on Dauphine Street in the French Quarter, always sitting at the same table. I had picked him out on the first night—a lithe but well-muscled, dark Greek, displaying a mixture of danger and sassiness; much more into what he was doing than any of the other performers. His act was black leather. Studded-leather harness crisscrossing his chest,...
Cody was struggling with the sensations inflicted. He was embarrassed and he wasn't even naked yet. He was supposed to face three doctors instead of one. He was getting hard inside his pants. What was he to do? Cody shifted his hands down to conceal his hardening shaft. It was thickening like steel beneath the worn confines of his jeans. The large shape and contours of the head of his penis...
It was another day at the summer job in the Warehouse. The temperature was soaring. Cody took off his shirt leaving just his wife beater on as he dripped with sweat. He was stacking boxes on a skid. Tony watched him as Cody's muscles flexed and he lifted his muscled tensed arms revealing his manly dark haired armpits. Dave entered and scoffed at Tony checking out Cody. Cody grinned and...
Diesel let out a yelp and pulled his dick of out Greg's mouth. "Sorry I did that, Diesel," said Greg through heaving breaths, "but I was starting to choke and couldn't get your attention." Greg felt the hard sting of a slap on the side of his face and before he could figure it out, he felt another on the other side of his face. Two hands then clamped one on either side of his head, above...
DIESEL – Ch11 – The High School Therapist “OK, Diesel, obviously our talks are not helping,” fumed Greg Thompson, the school therapist, as he paced back and forth in his office. He was really getting tired of this cocky teenager. Diesel slouched in the office chair, legs spread wide, basket bulging, and a smirk on his face with his hands locked behind his head, his massive arms cocked up...
by stimle (smapdi@mindspring.com) I've known Brett Maki for years, ever since we were on the same hockey team in fifth grade back in Minnesota. We were good friends and played on the same teams all throughout school. It was tough sometimes because Brett was a better player and invariably was made team captain. After high school Brett stayed in Minnesota to go to college but I went to...
controlone James was impressed beyond words. It was very unusual for the head of the Organization to affix the icon. It was an enormous honor given to only a handful of super achieving senior controllers, and meant that Scott had distinguished himself above and beyond the call of duty. James had a thought in mind, “Scott there is something.” Scott was eager, “Name it. Whatever it...
controlone After several minutes of lascivious foot play Scott opened his eyes and found James staring up at him. He smiled down at the boy lapping at his ankle and James said, “Master it would be a pleasure to serve as your pussyboy; to have you fuck my worthless ass cunt; anything to please you sir.” Scott looked to C for guidance. C responded, “You heard the boy. He’ll be crushed if...
Face In The Mirror Day 5—Part 1—Roberto and Rick In the Organization’s suite at the posh Los Angeles hotel, Roberto paced back and forth while his charge, the Latino boy singer, knelt naked on the floor, wondering why his master seemed so distraught. It was terribly strange for Roberto to be nervous. He’d spent forty years developing his suave sophistication. At 6’2” tall, 160 lbs,...
At the end of fifteen minutes Scott had moved past the middle portion of the wall and was on its far right side. To his left he’d left a growing darkening trail of blood and tissue. The doctors in the audience were guessing back and forth about the actual amount of blood, was it more or less than a pint yet…and there was wild speculation about whether or not he would actually orgasm. Back on...
[SUGGESTION: This part will make a lot more sense if you go back and skim the last three pieces of this section. ALSO this last bit is EXTREME, so prepare yourself for some rough stuff. If I believed the violence was gratuitous I wouldn’t have included it. It’s not my style. You will get a lot of information about the Organization in this episode. I hope you can see its purpose.] Scott...
Chap 6B—Caleb’s Day Continues Controlone With no further ado Riff pulled Caleb up toward the head of the bed. The two men shared a pillow as Riff spooned behind Caleb. When Caleb felt Riff push the length of his cock up between his butt cheeks he wanted to squeal, but he withheld that response; instead Caleb reached behind with his right hand and pulled his butt cheeks further apart, so...
Chapter 6A--Caleb's Day--End “Okay boy stand up and spread those legs; time to take your harness off. I’m afraid with all the turmoil I forgot all about it. Oh yes, and try not to piss yourself.” Caleb stood up, glowing red from his scrubbing. He was very worried about what might happen next. He looked spectacular, six feet and three inches of total masculinity, muscles shining from...
controlone As Riff dragged his totally spent body toward his apartment his eyes focused on his door. Outside under the breezeway awning, sitting on the cement stoop, leaning against his door, all huddled up, sound asleep; there was Caleb. Riff didn’t know whether to slap him or scold him or hug him or slug him. Instead he just shook his head. Riff got his key ready and as he came up to...
As Bryce continued to babble C took his foot off the prostrate man’s cervical vertebrae. C turned once more toward the others and pointed one finger at them. They knew instantly to stay put till he was far, far away. -------------------------------------------- C put his arm around Riff’s waist and guided him to Dottie’s parking lot. He led Riff to a stretch limo. The driver raced...
Suddenly Riff was electrified. From the very moment C walked into his life he’d brought only unbridled joy and amazing adventure. Riff felt his empty life suddenly fill to overflowing. He wondered what new exciting exploits C had in store for him. He had no idea… No idea at all. ------------------------------------------ The inside of Dottie’s was fantastic, mirrored balls, go-go boys...
Chapter 4—That Night controlone It took Riff an hour to calm himself enough to do any work. He was exhausted and happy and very confused. He couldn’t think about anything but C. C was in his head; C was in his heart; C was everywhere. The more Riff thought the more he wanted to be with C; to love him; hell, to worship him. He’d never felt anything like this. He’d never imagined...
Chapter 3—His Return controlone@adelphia.net On Wednesday morning Riff and Caleb stayed in bed playing till almost eight, then they got up and showered together. They went to Denny’s for breakfast. Before the girl took their order Caleb went to the counter, got three quarts of orange juice and two glasses, and brought them back to the table. He smiled at Riff, “I know how this looks,...
And the creeps continued to degrade him at every chance. They slapped his face and punched his balls and tore at his nipples as they fucked his mouth and ass. Then they rolled him onto his back and continued in that position. When these two finished two more came and took their place. Scott was soon covered in sweat with welts and bruises beginning to show everywhere. They went on like this...
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