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.
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.
It's Friday, campus is pretty empty but I'm about to meet Tom, the married security guard that is pretty impatient to train my poor throat all night long.
Cocky footballer turned chastity slave, Asher, has submitted like a slut, sacrificed his pride to men, to improve. Try-outs are finally here for his dream first team position. But his holes still ache to be used. Will his final choice be to stand tall, or fall to his knees?
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.
Confidece is only one of his many qualities. His ego scorches every rule in the book. All without ever asking. He just takes. Submission is expected. He is fire.
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?
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.
A friend asks his ex-army buddy to take his son on a rugged wilderness trip to “make a man out of him.” The son, eager to impress the old family friend, who was always a cool, hyper-masculine role model for him, he doesn’t realize what he’s stepping into. Beneath the bootcamp facade simmers a darker, more intimate power dynamic. As the line between
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.
I’m Eli, an 18-year-old freshman on the gymnastics team, and Casper—my assistant coach—has been wrecking me without even trying. Today, he dropped his towel in the locker room like it meant nothing. But the way he looked at me after… calm, naked, too close. I didn’t move. Because maybe the towel wasn’t all he was about to drop.
Bruno not only found the Daddy of his dreams during his holiday in a clothing-optional resort, but now he is allowed to have sex with his Daddy’s best friend who turns out to be a real kinky motherfucker.
I'm Eli, an 18-year-old freshman trying to keep my head down on the gymnastics team. But when Coach Casper stretches me out in my singlet, slow and focused, I can’t hide how hard I get. He notices—of course—but just comments like it's no big deal. By the end, I’m breathless, aching, and desperate for release.
After a day at Jackson’s competition, Andy is raw from the stares, the photographer’s hands, the way Jackson revels in the attention he draws wherever he goes. Doubt clashes with need until there’s nothing left but heat and surrender. In a steamy shower, Andy gives in completely. No more denial. Nothing held back.
I’m Eli, an 18-year-old university freshman. I can barely run drills without getting hard, and my Assistant Coach Casper doesn’t make it any easier—especially when he presses in from behind and his sweat drips on me. After practice, I’m a wreck. Horny, confused, and hiding it from my straight roommate, Mason, who’s starting to notice something's up
After an intense night, Andy wakes in Jackson’s arms, unsettled, needing space to think, but still drawn to him. As the day unfolds, he voices his doubts, and Jackson makes clear what they’re building is real. Later, Andy takes the lead with quiet confidence, finding release as he begins to trust the rhythm growing between them.
I can’t stop thinking about Casper’s hands or Mason with his shirt. Every touch in practice leaves me overheated, every glance makes things worse, and then I dream about both of them, Casper behind me, Mason in front, waking up hard and horny with Mason across the room. I try to play it cool, but I’m spiraling. How much more can I take?
Levi’s stepdad and his best friend don’t just share beers—they share him. First in the living room, then in the back of a truck on a dark country road, Levi is used, stretched, and made to beg for more. Passed between two dominant men, he becomes their dirty secret… and he never wants it to end.
Andy invites Jackson over to clear the air but tension takes over. Words falter, boundaries blur, and Jackson peels back Andy’s defenses with calm, deliberate heat. It’s not just foreplay. It’s a shift in their dynamic. By the end, Andy isn’t just exposed, he’s undone. And Jackson knows exactly where they’re headed.
Andy tells himself Jackson’s not his type, until Jackson makes it impossible to pretend. What starts as distraction spirals into tension, heat, and a public unraveling that neither of them can walk away from clean. One man loses his grip. The other gets inside his head.
Aldrin gave his big brother Brodie a massage to help him relax… but hell, things get a little heated or is it just the old heater. But one thing's for sure, Aldrin got more than what he bargained for.
Randy finally meets Liam face-to-face and finds the boy eager to please, but with a glimmer of boldness that keeps things interesting. Their first night together crackles with tension, as Randy pushes boundaries and Liam rises to meet each one with surprising hunger.
Jackson expected to push back on a midterm grade and walk away with the upper hand. But when he confronts the quiet TA behind the feedback, he doesn’t find deference, he finds resolve. Andy holds his ground with calm authority, catching Jackson off guard. The encounter doesn’t end with a win, but it leaves Jackson curious for more.
Randy spends the night draining his cock into yet another eager mouth, only to find his real hunger stirred hours later by Liam — a sharp-tongued boy who hints at deeper cravings and untapped submission. As the night cools and the chat lingers, Randy can’t help but wonder: what if this one finally knows how to obey?
Another complaint. Another closed-door conversation. But this time, Jackson leaves his mark. Tyler retreats. Connor is in the wings. The floor quiets, but not Jackson. The thrill is real, the intensity undeniable, but short-lived. Even with everything in its place, something is missing. Whatever he’s looking for, he knows he hasn’t found it yet.
Jackson toys with Connor’s curiosity, letting glances linger until tension crackles between them. With nothing more than presence and intensity, he draws Connor in, turning a silent crush into something raw and physical. It ends with Connor’s lips stretched wide just as Michael walks in to find his boyfriend choking on someone else's cock.