Eager to impress his father by joining his previous fraternity in college, the weak and soft Ben McDaniel has to go lengths to prove his worth to Tyler Davidson, the current vice president of the fraternity. Will he be able to endure or will his spirit be broken?
Marcus Aurelius Florus is a nineteen year old landowner and inheritor of the Imperial contract for silver mines. He's rich powerful and horny. This story contains adult males only in authoritarian situations. The story will have follow up stories relating to slavery and slaves in ancient Rome.
You can consider this as Derek's memory or as an illusion sent by the demon. At the very least, look at it as a prologue. In any case, since Derek is in the eternal loop of degradation, there is no strict concept of time here.
The Order is a long story (30 Chapters) with a continuation entitled The Gifts (20 Chapters). It's an Epic Adult Gay Contemporary Fantasy about ten men, five couples, who become one soul. Former military, they find themselves caught up in an epic battle of good vs evil, and must discover unconditional love for themselves and each other to survive.
I was no stranger to being used in front of groups of people. So many people watched as man after man used me in a back alley. Sir kept a tally with his black marker on my skin. By the end of the afternoon, I was delirious, but I needed more.
Three months after my 18th birthday I met a 27 year old top called Sean. He fucked me for hours. He fucked me the next day and every day afterwards. Monogamous for 2 months until he whored me out to 3 men. We were both into into it and in the 4 years we were together he whored me out to a 1000 men
Daniel’s plan for Nick reaches its raw, ruthless peak: spit-roasted between his Master and NFL legend Logan Shields, Nick is used, worshipped, ruined. Slurping their cocks, swallowing their seed, and basking in the filthy grace of their attention. It’s not just sex—it’s sacred obedience.
The backroom is intoxicatingly fragrant and filled with animalistic sound. After being used by the guy I picked up off the dancefloor, I’m approached by another … then another.
A confidant. A kind of godparent to the life we’ve made. And sometimes—on special nights—we go to the club. We dress the part. We perform. Publicly. Purposefully. Francis often joins us—sometimes as stagehand, sometimes as audience, sometimes simply to laugh and drink and toast what we’ve become.