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 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.
I thought I was signing up for cocktails and beach days with my five, rich, straight friends from high school after we finished our first year at college. Instead, they handed me a chastity cage, called me their bitch, and said I’d be naked all week. Part of me panicked. The other part? Rock hard and ready to serve.
I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman on the gymnastics team. Casper said I was too distracted to train right—so he made me jerk off on the mat while I licked his balls. Right there in the open. Just sweat, silence, and his cock swinging above me. Then he handed me a towel and told me to get back to drills. What the fuck?
I thought this trip to a luxury resort with my five rich, straight high school friends after our first year at college was a rare chance to finally be included. Turns out, they had something very different in mind—and I was about to find out just how far they'd go when there were no girls... and no rules.
Blake is stunned when Sean returns, not alone, but with Jason, a younger friend who clearly knows everything. What follows isn’t rest, but escalation, as Jason steps in to push Blake’s training further. With Sean’s silent approval, Blake is humiliated in new ways, learning just how public—and performative—his submission is meant to become.
I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman on the gymnastics team. When Coach Casper invited me to a private session, I thought we’d work drills. Instead, he stripped me, stretched me, and made me beg with my body. I should’ve felt used—but all I felt was wanted. I don’t know what this is anymore. I just know I’d do it again.