Author of long form gay erotica for a discerning audience.
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I craft rich, extended chapters that draw readers deep into the emotional and psychological worlds of my characters. You can expect layered narratives that take their time and reward yours.
Broken Boundaries Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Broken Boundaries.
I'm Tommy, 19 year old and on a luxury vacation with my 5, rich str8 friends. With no girls and no other tourists at the resort, my friends have been using me as their dedicated, kinky sex slave, with almost nothing off limits. I've been in chastity and desperate for their attention the entire time. Each day brings something new.
I'm Eli, an 18 year old freshman on the gymnastics team. My first year has been a crazy experience, training with my assistant coach who is using sex to make me a better gymnast and my straight, teammate roomie who caught on and has been dominating me in our dorm room. Both men control me in their own way and I'm bent in two directions. Help!
I'm Tommy, and my 19 year old, rich, str8 college friends took me on a luxurious vacation after our first year of college. With no girls allowed, they have me serving as their sex slave for the whole week and they're experimenting with all the kinky things they learned about in college. Tonight they told me to eat light. I wonder why...
I'm Eli, an 18 year old freshman on the gymnastics team. I've spent my first year torn between my hot coach and my straight roomie, both of whom have been using me in different ways that are driving me wild. My coach just took my anal virginity and now all I want is more. I'm under both of their control and I don't know which way to turn.
I'm Tommy, 19 years old, gay and on a wild vacation with 5 of my rich, str8 friends at a luxury resort their parents rented just for us. There were no girls allowed so my friends have me serving all of their sexual needs, vanilla and kinky. I'm loving it, but today we're learning to wind surf and I've gotta be naked in front of the hot staff bro...
I'm Eli, 18 year old freshman on the gymnastics team. I've been used by my coach and by my hot str8 roomie when he was drunk but now my coach says I have too much "core tension". He says he's gonna work it out of me next time he sees me. I don't know what he means, but whatever it is, I absolutely can't wait!
With Liam behind him, Randy is on to the next boy, Ezra, a muscle hunk who hits the gym like its his job. He submits without question and indulges in every one of Randy's college boy kinks. Could Ezra be exactly what Randy has been looking for?
I'm Blake, corporate lawyer, boardroom boss, and behind the scenes, slave to my younger, junior colleague, Sean. He's been training me to be his perfect boy. Locked in chastity, aching to serve him, but deeper down, there's something more. This morning there was the usual service but there was something else that gave me hope: breakfast for two.
I'm Tommy, 19 and fresh off my first year of college. Five of my rich, straight friends took me to a luxurious Hawaiian island resort that their parents rented just for us. With no girls allowed they have me serving as their kinky gay sex slave and I'm loving it. Today one of my friends told me he wants to piss on me.. and I'm gonna let him...
I'm Eli, an 18 year old freshman on the gymnastics team. My 1st year has been quite the experience, being "trained" by my hot, str8 coach in ways I never would have imagined, and now my equally hot, str8 roommate has gotten in on the action. I don't know which way to turn. All I know is they're controlling my mind and my cock and I want more!
I'm Tommy, 19 and fresh off my first year of college. Five of my rich, straight friends took me to a luxurious Hawaiian island resort that their parents rented just for us. One problem - they weren't allowed to bring any girls. Solution: my friends know I like cock and are having me serve as their kinky sex slave. Today they want to try rim jobs.
I'm Eli, an 18 year old freshman on the gymnastics team. Last night my roommate and teammate, Mason came home drunk and used my mouth like it was a sex toy. This morning, I'm hoping he'll be after more of the same. But then there's Casper, my gymnastics coach, who's been twisting me for weeks. What's a boy to do?
With Liam out of the picture, Randy is on the search again. When he bumps into a new, sexy muscle boy at the gym who seems eager to submit, it seems like things might be going Randy's way again. A hot after-gym fuck will be the first test. Is this Gym Rat "The One:?
I'm Eli, 18-year-old freshman, and my drunk roommate just found out exactly what I’ve been doing in those early mornings. He didn’t get the girl tonight, so he took me instead, right there in our dorm until I was wrecked on the floor. Now I can’t tell if I want it to happen again or if I should run.
They had me chasing tennis balls naked under the morning sun, every miss earning a sharper laugh. I thought that was the worst of it until Bryson decided my ass needed “motivation.” By the time they were done, I wasn’t sure what burned more: my skin or the fact I was hard in my cage.
I’m Eli, 18, a freshman gymnast still figuring myself out. Lately, it feels like every answer I find just leads to more questions. Casper’s training has me wired, my body humming with need I can’t shake. But Saturday night, the tension finally snapped. When the door swung open while I was jerking off, nothing felt simple anymore.
When Liam returns, eager to prove himself, Randy offers him a quiet, unforgiving test. There’s no scene, no warmth—just commands, consequences, and the question of whether Liam can handle what real submission demands. By night’s end, it will be clear: is Liam going to serve or step out.
Bryson and Aiden made me beg before using my mouth again—hard, deep, and filthy. Breakfast came after, but the teasing didn’t stop. At the table, I had to beg all over again, this time for Grant and Connor. Still naked, still caged, I somehow felt more included than ever. Even humiliation was starting to feel like home.
Sean wakes me with piss through the bars of my cage, then has me shower, groom, and prepare his things before using my mouth and body with controlled, relentless hunger. Every act is deliberate. Every use is ownership. By the end, I’m emptied, cleaned, and reminded exactly what I am: his. The future is promising though and I am smitten.
I’m Eli, 18, a freshman gymnast, and apparently the kind of guy who walks into his dorm glowing because he sucked his hot, young coach off. Casper didn’t let me cum, but the next day, I was smoother on the rings than ever. Maybe it’s not about getting off. Maybe it’s about giving him everything.
Randy gives Liam space and watches him crack. One message turns into another, until Liam’s back on his knees, worshipping Randy’s sweat-slick body. But even as Liam submits, Randy can feel the thread fraying: a beautiful boy promising more than he’s ready to give. One more chance… then Randy decides if he’s staying or walking.
I got there early just like he'd told me but this morning wasn’t about getting Tyler’s cock in my mouth—it was about earning it. Begging until my voice cracked, until my throat was raw, and then finally wrapping my lips around him like I’d been starving for it all along.
I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman, and I can’t stop thinking about Coach Casper—his hands on me, his cock in my mouth, the way he said when I could touch myself and when I couldn’t. I thought I’d get over it. I thought going out with Mason might help. But I only want what I’m not supposed to want—him.
Randy takes Liam to the edge, using his mouth, his body, keeping him aching and untouched. Spit, control, and rough, relentless sex leave them both wrecked... and wanting more. By the end of the night, both boys feel it: this might not just be play.
One by one, I served each of them—Connor, Aiden, Grant, Bryson, Tyler—on my knees by the fire. No teasing this time. No pretend. Just obedience. Swallowing everything they gave me, showing it off, feeling my cage throb tighter with every load. By the end, I wasn’t even embarrassed. I was proud. Tomorrow, I’d kneel again.
Kneeling naked between Sean and Jason, the word pig burned my cheeks hotter each time Jason said it. Bound under the rim chair, my tongue deep inside him, I licked until humiliation blurred into hunger, and shame turned to need. Sean's silence — and his hard cock — made clear that this was exactly what he wanted.
I thought I didn’t like feet. Turns out, I just hadn’t been made to worship them yet—face down, cock caged, while my so-called friends laughed and moaned at the show. And when they saw me hard from it? That’s when things really started to heat up.
I'm Tommy, a nineteen-year-old college kid who just locked up his cock because five straight boys told me to. Now I’m naked, kneeling in front of them, about to worship their feet like it’s the most normal thing in the world. This is how my vacation starts. And apparently, “Tommy Tentpole” is under new management.
I’m Eli, an 18-year-old freshman gymnast, and today I came with Casper’s ass in my mouth and one of his pubes stuck to my lip. Mason saw it. Teased me. Maybe even knew. I don’t think I’m being seduced anymore. I think I’m being trained. And the worst part? I’m already falling in line.
Randy tightens his grip on Liam’s mind and his cock. A single command plunges the boy into aching denial. Later, drifting to sleep, Randy dreams of a lecture hall, of Liam trembling beside him, exposed and obedient. Randy isn't just fucking Liam's body, he's fucking his mind. And by morning, Randy knows: this boy might finally be worth keeping.