I staggered through the front door, my clothes disheveled and stained, a trickle of cum still oozing from my spent cock. I was greeted by the enthusiastic barks and wagging tail of my loyal canine companion, who seemed oblivious to my debauched state.
Who knew a nasty bully could be tamed with one small kiss, and a public fuck. Man, Chris was having the time of his life on the Island as he met some new friends. Wyatt, the hung blond surfer and horsefarmer, was just too good-looking to pass up. The hunk and his friend enjoyed Chris and his cousins at the local dump. And they did dump a load.
"Like the mustache, city boy," he growled. "Turns that smart mouth of yours into a built-in cock ring." He chewed his gum, jaw sliding easily. "Can't wait to feel it scraping against my base while I bury myself down your throat. Start the clock." Thus begins the final chapter of five raunchy hooks ups between a married sergeant and a gay uncle.
A series of hook ups in public spaces between a traveling gay uncle and a hard bodied army dad takes a turn, as Paul and Rob crash into each other one more time.
I collapsed onto my bed, utterly spent both physically and emotionally from the ordeal of the day. The sealed envelope from my boss that had arrived home earlier while I was “the statue” sat accusingly on the nightstand, a tangible manifestation of my dread and anxiety.
After two surprise connections with straight, horny sergeant Rob, the last thing Paul expected was to bump into him again at the British Museum. With only 25 minutes for a third encounter, a closed exhibit is as good as it gets.
I knew it's wrong, that I should refuse outright, but the promise of purpose, of a way to channel this cursed affliction, was tempting in a way I hated to admit.
S’s loyalty to his Masters is tested after he fails to fulfill his duties. Will his punishment scare him away or will he fall even deeper into submission
Hello, my name's Alex. I'm a 26-year-old nudist, through and through. Life's too short to be constrained by pesky clothes, don't you think? Until i found myself lying there stunned, heart pounding as the massive figure retreated into the shadows. My breath came in ragged gasps, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I glanced around the quiet park, my mind racing to process what just unfolded.
After a long day of workouts with cheerleaders from all across the state, I was desperate for a shower. I thought I would be all alone, but I was surprised by one of the parent chaperones.
A group of 4 straight farm boys: Cole (18), Wyatt (18), Ty (25), and Joe (23) and their exploration of their lives, dreams, and 'each other' in the rural Midwest.
S accepted his partners proposal and now he his their property. An obedient full time sub they can dominate, train, control, own, and humiliate whenever they want. S training continues every day as they condition him into the perfect obedient servant to his new masters.
Josh kneels before the Keyholders Club to take the Oath of Chastity, surrendering his pleasure to his Master, Caine. When the cage finally locks, the ritual is only beginning. Before the watching brotherhood, Caine claims him in a raw public consecration that pushes Josh past every limit—and seals his place in the Club forever.
I stepped naked except for bow tie and shoes with Kai into the stunning opera house, drawing gasps. VIP balcony vibes hit hard; mid-intermission I fed him my long hot piss. The show left me in tears. Later, on the bathhouse stage under spotlights, I fucked him raw for an hour to cheers. Ended with my soft cock in his mouth all night, ready for morn
Caged at the Chapel: Josh’s Trial -Josh enters the Chapel for the Caging Ceremony—leather, BDSM ritual, Master/slave power exchange, denial, chastity, and ritualized bukkake. As he submits before the brotherhood, faith, pain, and devotion collide. The story barrels toward climax as Josh kneels, begs, and proves his worth to Caine, his Keyholder.
Liam lets his best friend, Toby, talk him into going out on a boring Saturday night. They end up at the club and as the night is coming to an end, Liam takes a ride on a magic carpet.
Christopher earned a break. With the cabins stripped and supplies ordered, he spent a few days at Jelmer’s place, stripping his lover of all modesty. A long beach walk led them to a group of senior Scouts in a public restroom, all willing to earn their ‘ass-fucking badges’ under Chris’s stern, expert command. The Island is getting wilder every day.
A fun side story to Halloween Treats, where Rhys and Matteo, a gay couple, stir things up by swapping costumes at a Halloween party to fool a coworker, Daniel. But not all is as it seems, and it certainly doesn’t go as planned.
I’m lured into a crowded bar in New Orleans during Southern Decadence and get dominated and used by a leather daddy while a crowd watches, and joins in.
Peter enjoys his leather jacket, dominating a Carny before Tony arrives to chase off a stalking biker. Their public power play shifts to private intimacy at home. Their overdue reunion evolves into a wild role reversal. Tony’s trust gave Peter the opportunity to fuck a real pornstar. They end the night as lovers, planning a future together.
Or, alternatively, stressed fathers going through a different kind of midlife crisis with the help of a pathetic nerdy boyfailure. Featuring: five oblivious bullies; five family fathers more adventurous and depraved than you'd think; and a shy nerd with a dick that shouldn't be that big.
Sweat-soaked mohawks pierce the haze, nipple rings glint like chains binding your will. Rake's heavy cock swings low, demanding your mouth—salty, throbbing, inescapable. Collar snaps cold on your neck, lockcage crushes your ache, Rush burns obedience into veins. Vulnerability throbs raw, power owns every gasp. No turning back—step into his stride.