A quiet Sunday at an upscale men's health club turns into something Brad never expected. Word spreads through the gym, filling the floor with curious, fit men eager for a look at the visiting young triathlete. As handsome trainer Rico and confident owner Vince compete for his attention, Brad finds himself exposed, aroused, and on full display in ways he never imagined. Business trip, meet boy toy.
I loved staying with my uncle in Spain, he was a sexy randy Bi man who liked to fuck me with his eight inch dick. When he introduced another guy Brian we had the fucking time of our lives.
A man injected with an elixir is transported to a demonic realm where muscular, horned beings with throbbing cocks await. His body becomes a vessel for pure lust as tongues, fists, and massive cocks claim him completely.
Brad rides the escalator in tiny neon shorts, three men scrambling below him for the view. Men from his past flood his phone. By afternoon he is standing in a construction site hut wearing nothing but a bow tie with Brett Callahan and six Rock Hard Men workers who have been counting down all week. The contract gets signed. So does Brad.
The room smelled like beer and lube and that specific dorm-room smell of a guy who hasn't done laundry in two weeks. Nate was right there, crouched beside the bed, eyes wide, stroking himself through his boxer briefs. He'd stopped pretending he wasn't into watching me. I'd clocked that about five minutes ago and I had not decided yet how I felt abo
A desperate loner seeking transcendence through chemical excess opens a door to a demonic realm. There, he finds a pantheon of hyper-masculine, roided demons who offer him the ultimate pleasure. To gain acceptance, he must surrender his body as a vessel, enduring their brutal, transformative ecstasy and massive cocks to be remade into one of their
Four days in a chastity cage, denied and frustrated, he walks into the most important boardroom of his career carrying everything the protocol built. Win or lose, the cage comes off tonight. Two men are waiting. So is the most explicit, emotionally complete night of his life, and the three words in Spanish that he longs to hear.
The second half of my fisting session with Rafael and his cousin Manuel. Double punches, a foot, forearms, whole arms, my hole was obliterated beyond recognition.
Trained to win, Teammate Nash never asks. He takes. Rugby practice gets hands-on fast. Neon shorts cut high, leaving little hidden. Touches linger. Brad feels the shift. It follows him into the showers, then onto the VIP balcony at Forge. Bar Ho shorts ripped off. One brutal thrust. No mercy. Mike smiles. The Office Boy has been claimed.
A transparent, tiny white singlet. Five athletic investors. A brand called SLUTWEAR USA. Brad arrives at the Milk Me Company thinking it is another meeting. Mike has other plans. By the time he is on all fours on that oak desk, moaning for the cameras, he knows he is no longer just their Chosen One. He is their Chosen Slut.
A seersucker outfit so thin the spotlight sees everything. A tiny red g string beneath it. Investors who already know Brad’s name and how he moves. From the conference floor to packed clubs, the cameras never stop rolling. When the bar top becomes a stage, one thing is clear: Mike wants his Office Boy seen.
Rodney is one of my regular fuck buddies. I went over to his place to service him last Friday night. We smoked a little dope and had fantastic, popper-fueled sex.
A seersucker outfit so thin it leaves nothing to the imagination. A crowded elevator full of wandering hands. A massage room designed for watching—bright lights, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and cameras. Brad is learning fast that at Milk Me Company, nothing is what it seems… and the Persian masseur behind that door may already know what he wants.
Brad, the new Office Boy, is determined to do everything right. The athletic men at the Milk Me Company seem friendly, helpful, and very interested in him. When rugby captain Tony calls him down to the shipping department, Brad follows—never realizing how closely the entire building has been watching, or the charged encounter waiting downstairs.
Brad shows up to the gym in almost nothing—and ends up on display. Men circle. Smirks replace smiles. His flushed face and obvious arousal become part of the workout. They correct his form, comment on his body, decide what he wears. Back in his apartment, bent forward and claimed, Brad finally understands: He is the building’s favorite tenant.
An American college wrestling champ lands in Sydney for his first day at Milk Me Company—only to realize the job is more than business. Watching eyes, testing hands, and Mike’s quiet control pull Brad into a world where strength is admired, limits are tested, and being chosen means surrendering to it.
A spontaneous night of drinks and online flirting spiraled into an impromptu sex party that transformed my house into something charged, sleazy, and unapologetic.
A short story about a 34-year-old college teacher out for an evening stroll. He takes a wrong turn and gets chased straight up an alleyway, where he is taken, used, and abused by several black men protecting their hood. Once the men are done, the professor is left tied up in the back alley by a gay leather bar.