I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbors with a court yard in between. Those of you who have seen Rear Window understand. And in some...
Written by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com PART 2, “Willingly Forced” That night I slept very well but when I woke the next morning I was thinking of my new Policeman master. I had always been the dominant person but now he was dominate over me. What a sudden change, I had made in my sexual attitude. When you like a person, you do things you never thought of doing before. ...
Brad Tomkins knew that he was getting what he deserved. After all, it wasn't the first time this had happened. His ass had been getting him into trouble all his life. Even as a young teen he had such a big round ass that it was hard to find pants that fit him. It was in junior high that he learned the power of his big beefy globes. He'd hear the girls gasp as he walked by. They'd whisper...
As Brad Tomkins sat waiting outside Coach Phillips’ office, he thought of a strategy. He’d been late for practice three times this past week and he knew what that meant. He was going to be kicked off the wrestling team. The coach had warned him before. Brad's problem was he that was used to coasting by on his good looks. At 19, he still had that good-looking boy-next-door look. He also...
In l954, I was stationed in Salzburg, Austria and working as an office manager for the U.S. Army. My job was such that I had permission to live off base. So, I rented a small apartment. My apartment was in a building that was isolated. I could make noise and nobody could see or hear me. I received a letter from my good old army buddy, Tommy. When Tommy and I were stationed in Frankfort,...
I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But, all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City, on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbor, with a courtyard in between. Those of you who have seen the classic movie Rear...
Eric had known that he enjoyed being hit in the balls ever since that incident during seventh grade tennis practice. He was accidentally hit by an automatic ball-shooter. He felt a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was a mixture that he liked very much. Throughout high school, Eric took part in numerous sporting activities. He was always hoping to be whacked in the nuts somehow. His...
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...
Story by Richard Barber This fantasy story contains domination, anal penetration, golden shower activity (urination) and man-to-man sexual contact. All the characters are over the age of 18. If this type of story offends you or you are under the legal age, then you should leave. Part 1 Let’s Go Roll Some Queers. Our ship had docked after being out to sea for several weeks. We were...
Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 07:23:28 -0600 From: Allen Giffen tutus69@hotmail.com Subject: DIESEL -- Chapter 3 -- The Photo Sessions "Louder!" yelled Diesel. Rob cranked the CD as high as he could stand it. The throbbing house music was about to start affecting his shooting ability. He pulled the camera from his eye for a moment, looked directly at Diesel gyrating in that skintight singlet, and...
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...
I traded emails with this guy who was interested in my personal ad because I said I was kinky. We both enjoyed bondage, light S&M (spanking and the like) and sex toys. He and I traded pics. I have to say, I was really impressed. He had a nice athletic build, some muscles and a gorgeous 8-inch cock. It was cut and thick. It turned out that he and I were both tops. I was a little...
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...
Day 4—Part 2 For his part Fat Sam blamed Scott for ruining his slave trading empire. He swore that someday he would have his revenge. Fat Sam moved his business interests into other areas of human depravity, and of course he made millions. For three years Fat Sam kept tabs on Scott. When he got word that Scott regularly crossed the border to play with a combo in a Mexican cantina Sam...
Riff Branson was a junior executive at Emperor International Cruise Lines (actually three separate lines with 46 ships). He had a law degree but spent most of his time riding roughshod over the Cruise Line’s advertising department. He supervised six men and women who kept the Company constantly in the public eye. They arranged all the normal advertising, scheduled dozens of events, arranged...
How I Got Under Your Skin Controlone We met one dark night in a loud gay bar just outside Miami. I came to visit you a week later. You were sitting in a chair in your living room watching TV; some insipid program about other people’s lives, movie stars, pretty people. It was a hot, humid Saturday night in June; you had the A/C on low. You were sitting there in a blue pocket t-shirt,...
Day 4, Part 1 As C walked toward the airport terminal James followed, half walking, half skipping, two feet behind his left arm. The boy couldn’t stop grinning. The pilots and flight crew were twenty feet behind them, bringing up the rear. As they were about to enter the building a square shouldered man, 5’9”, 160 lbs, green eyes, with a shock of brown hair that stuck up and seemed to...
The Flight C took his boy for a change of clothes. If they were going to travel together he had a specific idea in mind and for that the kid needed different clothes. Once they got into James’ room C turned the young man around. C said, “Let’s see what we’re going to do with you. You are a fucking mess.” The kid was covered in sweat from head to foot and he reeked of spunk and sex and...
Into The COCKpit James crawled to the door of the cockpit, reached up and knocked rather hesitantly, not knowing what to expect. The co-pilot opened the door and almost fell over the prostrated boy. The co-pilot, Steve, 5’10”, wavy sandy colored hair over his collar, broad shoulders, rather thin waist, cute, 26 years old, looking down said, “And what can I do for you?” James peered up...
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