Bill and Luke had been hired to scout out the new western territory. What they thought would be an easy job, quickly became more than they could handle. Three days out they were captured by a group of Indians. The two men tried to out run them, but were quickly captured, pulled from their horses and forced to strip while the braves watched. Luke was first. Luke had dark...
The Rivalry, Part I The Rivalry by Jackson Amacher [This work is fiction. It contains scenes of humiliation and of sex between men.] I spent my first summer before college in a private young men's military camp in western North Carolina. It was mostly bullshit, but it made my father happy. He was in the Marines for a while, and he always wanted me...
The Rivalry, Part II Leaving them there, Steve told the Blues that the rest of the night was free time. There was going to be a small party celebrating our victory that night, and most of the Blues went to it. A lot of us went into the A barracks to check out all the stuff we got from the Reds. Kyle and I were able to find the photos of us and the other prisoners...
This is a story that explores sex between men and male sexuality. If you do not wish to view or find this offensive please do not continue. This is part of a continuing saga of one character I have written about over the last few years. If you like it please let me know and it may spur me on to do more. I ran into the small warehouse looking for my boss' waste of a...
Written: April 15, 1994 Written by Deland Vincent (a.k.a. delandv@hotmail.com) When I started reading Taven's diaries, I was sitting on the living room couch. The television was providing background noise to give me a vague feeling of company. The windows were open to let in the fresh air. It was a beautiful sunny day out. However, soon I found that I was going to need...
Written: April 27, 1994 Written by: Deland Vincent (a.k.a. delandv@hotmail.com) I finished Taven's first diary. I was excited about starting on the other one, but I felt somewhat ashamed. I felt like a voyeur, getting such pleasure from the ramblings of this boys bizarre sex-life. I couldn't stop myself though. Richard was right when he said I'd get a lot of pleasure from...
My Rape (Almost), Part I This is a story that deals frankly with male to male sex and sexuality. If this does not interest you or offends you please do not continue. If this does interest you; however, you are in for a treat. Any comments feel free to contact me via email, it helps to hear what you guys like or don't like. This story, you are not going to...
POOLSHARK Part I Written: Feb 20, 1994 Written by Deland Vincent (a.k.a. delandv@hotmail.com) This stranger was becoming more and more fascinating by the moment. It was a beautiful house. That practically goes without saying in the neighborhood we were in. I had only recently moved to Atlanta, but I knew that this was a very nice area. He had said that he ...
By Taped&R Quick description of Jeff: 6'-1" 193 lbs, brown/blue, not fat, flat top. My parents hired a lawn service to cut the grass in the front and back yards. It was run by three college guys. They'd mow the grass, trim trees, bushes, etc. One day I was home alone, and I didn't have anything on. I was reading in my room. No radio, no tv....
"PONG" - a short story by a Gay Asian and Male Bondage lover "Please be at the gate 30 minutes before departure". I could have sworn the hunky Thai ground host was showing more than a casual interest as he smiled and looked directly at the "Gay Guide to Bangkok" that was among the papers I was carrying. I was in such a rush to make my flight that...
I have a four poster water bed and we decided that was going to be the place for Carlos to meet his fate. He stripped and lay on his stomach. I tied each of his hands and feet to a separate post with enough slack to not have him totally stretched but he wasn't going anywhere either! Now he was mine to use as I wanted and I pointed that out to him swatting him with a bread board....
The UPS Man By Terry Boughner It wasn't the day for it. I run a small business from my country home. Since I operate mainly by com-puter, there's no staff to worry about, not much of anything really to complicate my life, or disturb my rural solitude. I like it that way. I may be only 25, but I don't like cities or the bar scene with its crowds. I've never been...
FRIDAY'S SURPRISE - Fiction by BN It was Friday night and I was on my way over to Jim's house. He and I had been friends for a couple months, and enjoyed each other's company a great deal. Jim didn't know that I was gay, or at least I hadn't told him. Well, I resolved that it was time to tell Jim how I felt about him..., that I wanted to be more than a friend, and that if...
ESSENCE I'm sure everyone remembers that Saturday night back in September of 2049 when we first caught sight of him, the only one that anyone ever talks about at the backroom of the Electrode (not the old one down on Folsom) but the new four story basement number down at Third and Townsend. All the leather men forgot themselves the moment he walked in the bar that night,...
There I sat. Still dressed from the bar. Levis, work shirt, black harness boots. Vague ache in the back of the skull from one too many beers. But fine. Real fine. Relaxed. Belly full of scrambled eggs and beer. A good social evening. Lots of laughs, lots of leather. Swat Jim on the ass and press my hand up his crack, knowing he enjoyed it but would go home with his master to moan,...
Weekend Slave Steve P. Slave arrived after a long journey without any bag or any thing except the clothes he was wearing. Master opened the door and let slave inside, then carefully locked and chained the door. As instructed, slave got on all fours and found Master's bare feet, and began to lick them. He licked one foot from toe to heel, then the other foot. When he thought...
"ULTIMATE PLEASURE" Jim Collins I approached the storefront on West 18th street somewhat apprehensively, but excited nonetheless. My body tingled in expectation, my nipples were erect and my cock was semi-hard. The ad that brought me here had said: WANTED - Male 25-30, successful professional. Must be open to new ideas and willing to investigate concept of pain as...
Alone I woke up when the first rays of the sun hit my naked body through the window. I thought, "Perhaps today, I'll be allowed to see for awhile, perhaps today, I'll be touched, even if only the thin leather strands of my owner's whip". I then began the struggle to right myself once again. It is not easy to change position with your feet and hands shackled...
PROLOG Da ist es; blitzartig und ohne Vorwarnung: dieses eigenartige, schwer zu beschreibende Gefühl, dass jemand von hinten ganz nah herantritt. Man hat nichts gehört, keinen Schritt, keinen Atemzug und doch richten sich abrupt die Nackenhaare auf, durchfährt einem die Gewissheit, dass es irgendwie zu spät ist. Instinktiv lässt Mark den Karton, den er gerade hinten auf der Lagefläche eines...
( note this is fiction I don’t know the sexual preface this is fantasy) Three day before the super bowl Rob Gronkowski made a bet with eagles qb Carson Wentz that the loser of the game be the winner’s slave for life so a week after the super bowl Carson goes to Gronk's house using the key that Rob sent him Carson unlocks the door and head up to Gronk’s bedroom carrying a bag in...
This is fanfiction I do not know Chase Utley or anyo ne else I write about in the story please be advised explicit content ahead As a gay male stripper in Vegas you do a lot of crazy things to make money One weekend I was working at a club near Caesars Palace want a bunch of athletes walked inlead by former major league baseball player Chase Utley They walk into the VIP area and sit down...
Note(this is pure fiction none of this really happened Male pregnancy in the story) Being a billionaire gay teenager all through high school I had a crush on my high school English teacher Mr D it is just about time for my senior prom and my fantasy was somehow get him in bed on prom night but I thought it would never happen until 2 weeks before prom when I heard him and...
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