The alphas lounged on the couch, their feet propped lazily on the coffee table as the TV blared. Adi knelt before them, his tongue trailing reverently over their soles. A casual "Good boy" from Rajesh sent warmth through him. Tossed snacks and light laughter filled the room, the moment a rare balance of indulgence and quiet submission.
With an air of total resignation, I shucked the now dried and no longer translucent trunks off my legs and handed them over to my Master.
“It is very rude to have a limp cock in front of your Masters. Get it hard at once.”
Consternation reigned. Hands flailing to keep me afloat until my feet found bottom, I finally stood up to discover myself only mid-thigh deep and consequently on full display to all and sundry. My white trunks had been rendered translucent by the absorption of water and all my reproductive equipment and pubic hair was clearly visible.
I lay under the sheets that night, naked and tumescent, my pyjamas confiscated, my underwear severely restricted, my whole domain accessible to my young Masters.
I hatch a plan to bring Sir Jace’s feelings to the surface. My Sir canes my ass because I lied to him, but a small price to pay for love. I coordinate a visit by my Sir’s mother, conspiring to get Sir to admit his true feelings. Night one of her visit ends with me taking a two-day load of cum down my throat.
I remember absolutely nothing of my journey home, which is, in itself, alarming. My mind was seething with unanswered questions and unacknowledged answers.
I was, in fact, front page news. Across three columns was a full-length photograph, in colour, of me wearing absolutely nothing except an oval rugby ball held in front of my vitals.
THE STORY SO FAR - Utterly degraded in the Gentlemen’s toilet at the pub’ where he was stripped and urinated upon by his students, Alan Watson is in total despair and wonders how much lower he is expected to sink.
The caravan pulled a stop at a bathhouse, a place where men have no inhibitions. Cheers were exchanged alongside their fists, and the tension rose between the Caliph and the Sultan of Persia, each with a champion defending their honors. The bet was as high as their lust.
The lads took me out for a drink that night. They brooked no argument. I was given no choice. They insisted. In fact, I was reminded of the hold they had over me should I choose not to comply with their wishes. They had brought with them a photograph of me, naked, masturbating Richard.
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?
How I survived the next few days, I just don’t know. News had spread like wildfire. Of course, the headmaster did much to excite further interest and unwanted speculation by making direct and, in his opinion, amusing references to the incident during the following morning’s assembly.
Less than ten hours into his 48 hour commitment, Thomas has been shown the extraordinary realities of raunchy, submissive sex by his two masters—both gratification and humiliation—and is amazed at his endurance. He thought he was done for the night until Antonio, the sexy waiter from the restaurant, shows up demanding what he was promised.
A frisson of fear hit me as I approached the front door and saw a brown manila envelope lying on the mat. Tearing it open anxiously, I pulled out an athletic support and a short, typed note.
Frozen in abject shame and horror, I stood with my trousers round my ankles and my shirt hitched up to expose my armpits, gazing glassily at Richard, himself clad only in a pair of navy-blue baggy cotton boxer shorts. Three other figures kitted out in similar vein to my sinister whisperer, and in black from head to foot, entered the room behind Ric
[In Part One, staid English schoolmaster Alan Watson, old beyond his thirty years, unwisely accepted an invitation to his pupil’s eighteenth birthday party. During some rumbustious horseplay, handsome student, Richard Mayhew, was stripped naked and hurled into the swimming pool. Teacher Alan, who shared the same birthday, was similarly stripped to
A young and rather naive schoolmaster falls for one of his students, and is subsequently compromised and blackmailed into demeaning, degrading and humiliating situations by them.
I’m called into my boss’s office and told I need to improve and that I need to take off my collar. Sir Jace intervenes and talks to my boss. Jared is back in the picture, too. I’m left wondering what’s going to happen next?
Thomas had been warned he’d be shared with his Master’s friends; what he didn’t realize was that included hotel employees as well. And Thomas’s dinner out with his two Masters proves electrifying.
Thomas, a successful CEO and CrossFit athlete who secretly longs to submit, travels to Dallas to meet his fate. On the plane he rereads the email chain where his Master shares, in explicit detail, what he should expect in his 48 hours of subjugation. No sex in this first chapter, just Thomas's anticipation, apprehension and...fear.
The travel has just begun, but Zain already had to deal with Hazim testing Pasha's new husbands capability to fulfill their duties, Gil's naughty mess, and the sudden strive between his Marshall and Steward.