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...
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...
It all started when I was 21 and going to the local beat where men go to get off. I really only had one thing in mind when I went there that night, and little was I to know how real the adventure would be for me. I rolled up late in the evening and by the number of cars parked in the lot I knew for sure that it would be a good night. I wandered into the bushes and waited, feeling my dick...
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,...
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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...
By Morgan Blackthorne Chapter 1 Hard Facts Jake awoke in a cold sweat, cool air gently brushing over his immobilized, naked, body. There was a faint scent in the room, musky, sweet, enticing. His awareness crept slowly towards the surface of conscious reality. The room was all white. Light seemed to emanate from the very walls, floor and ceiling. It was a soft glow that seemed too...
The Movie In another part of the same room Jeff, the junior controller, was in his own predicament. When they stripped him and put him on the table it was discovered that he was “concealing” a rather large butt plug. Many questions followed and the masters finally got him to admit that he was currently living with a mid-level controller from another unit. This was “frowned on” by the...
The Party I worked like an obedient puppy-dog pussyboy to get myself in perfect order for my master. He gave me forty minutes to clean myself off head to toe inside and out. Man I could have used a demolition team. I was covered in sweat and cum and spit and boygoop and pussylube AND I WAS IN LOVE! So I labored for my master, to be his boy, to be perfect for him, as perfect as a...
Day Three The minute I heard a sound at the door, no even before that, I knew it was my master. I swear I can tell when he is near. I can feel it in my heart. I can feel it in my soul. I can feel it in my boycock and good god almighty I can feel it in my boypussy; I can FEEL HIM in my boypussy. He is my life. A moment after the sound I realized I wasn’t frozen so I leapt from my bed,...
Day Two-Conclusion My master opened the door and I began to tremble in his gaze. I want more than anything to please him, to be his pussyboy, to serve his needs. He said, “Let’s take a look at you cuntlips. Turn around.” As I turned he gave me instructions, “Arms up! Let’s see those pits. OK. They look OK. Keep turning. Come on boy stand up straight! I need to see that...
Face In The Mirror Day One I stand here staring into the mirror knowing that I should recognize the person looking back at me, but I keep drawing a blank. Who am I? How did I get here? Where did I come from? I only have bits and pieces. I should say that I’m only allowed bits and pieces. My name is Toy or Pussy or Cuntboy or Pussyface or cum dump, whatever I am told for the time, for...
This story is not intended for minors, if you are below legal age to be reading sexually explicit material stop now. This is purely a wok of fiction, any real world resemblances are purely coincidental and if you ask me damn interesting folks. The story explores the themes of male rape, bondage, S/M, cock and nipple torture, drugs and unwilling submission. The author has used these as tools to...
I couldn’t determine if my captor was kidding about calling some friends, and he didn’t remove the gag so I could ask him. He went into a closet and pulled out a pillow, which was placed strategically underneath my back. Then the captor began to untie the ends of the rope that were secured to the pole, and slowly lowered me onto the pillow. I was flooded with relief when he loosened the...
How had I gotten into this situation? I ask myself as I squeeze my eyes tight to stop the tears of pain and humiliation. They were getting off on doing this to me and there was no way I was going to give them the extra satisfaction of my breaking down in front of them. Or so I naively thought. Dressed like this I could endure anything and win; they could hurt me but could not...
The sun never shines in the depths of a castle. Davidius was awakened by the sound of keys unlocking his cell door. The first thing he saw was the two female servants who had attended to him all night. He remembered during his heavy slumber their gentle hands massaging and caressing his skin. They had done everything the king had ordered them to do. Although his chest was tender when touched, the...
by Jardonn This story was inspired by the Poussin painting: "The Martyrdom of St. Erasmus". "What's all the excitement?" "They've captured Davidius. Everyone's going to the castle to see him brought before the king." The haggard woman dropped her sickle. "Does this mean the end of the revolt?" "Their army was scattered by a surprise attack last night. Supposedly they were...
(Higgins is still chained and stretched while the three lovelies exploit his helpless body.) Higgins could feel that he was getting close to orgasm. If only Juliette would move her gentle hand to the head of his penis, he knew he would cum. Unbeknownst to him; however, Bruno was preparing a machine that would be the focal point of the next torture. A milking machine! Bruno grabbed the man's...
by Jardonn "Has he talked?" "Not yet" was the answer to Mr. S, the 5'7" fat man in charge of the interrogation. He walked to within three feet of his victim, John Higgins, who was suspended by his wrists and stripped to his underwear. "Well, I guess you'll have to soften him up some more." Mr. S stepped aside and motioned to his lead henchman, Bruno, to continue the torture. Bruno had...
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