This is a sequel to a previous story of mine called Civic Experiment. It will show the world with new slavery laws through the eyes of the various people around a small town. It will continue Tyler's story from Civic Experiment. Thank you for reading.
This is a sequel to a previous story of mine called Civic Experiment. It will show the world with new slavery laws through the eyes of the various people around a small town. It will continue Tyler's story from Civic Experiment. Thank you for reading.
Alan Watson, already subjected to ever-growing humiliation at the hands of his sixth-form mentors, has been fitted with a portentous symbol of ownership which cannot be removed. The unfortunate man is condemned to wear a cock ring. And what is worse, it can be made to vibrate!
This is a sequel to a previous story of mine called Civic Experiment. It will show the world with new slavery laws through the eyes of the various people around a small town. It will continue Tyler's story from Civic Experiment. Thank you for reading.
Taken from across the road, the picture showed me kneeling on my right knee as I tied the laces of my left trainer. Clearly visible was my scrotum bulging out of the right leg-hole of my ruckled-up shorts.
Richard was waiting for me on the landing with an open-mouthed kiss. Towel-clad at the hips in careless cavalier fashion, his ardour far from the dampness of his hair, he drew me towards his room unzipping my tracksuit top as he did so and combing his fingers hungrily through my chest hair.
This is a sequel to a previous story of mine called Civic Experiment. It will show the world with new slavery laws through the eyes of the various people around a small town. It will continue Tyler's story from Civic Experiment. Thank you for reading.
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?
The final chapter in this cuck-and-bull story finds our protagonist, Orson, on vacation. Joined by his husband, Hector, and his handsome bull, Leighton, will Orson find happiness in this unique situation?
Over the remaining pack of beers, Dave Whalley, showing not the slightest shred of embarrassment about lounging naked in my living room, nor about his recent masturbatory activities, or even his professed pursuit of every opportunity to get his lips round my penis, unwound and revealed what he knew of the situation in which I now found myself.
Our protagonist, Orson, is finally getting married. When it comes to consummating the relationship, his new husband, Hector, and his bull, Leigh, have different plans.
Reluctant to face growing doubts about his own sexuality, Alan Watson is still in denial as he faces joining Richard’s parents for Sunday lunch. But first there’s a Saturday night in with a surprise visitor.
I had a bite to eat in town, as much as anything so that I could keep my clothes on. I spent much of the early afternoon pottering in the back garden for the very same reason, putting off for as long as possible the time I must spend in vulnerable nudity.
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.