The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 33)
By Rawley Myers 19 Feb 2025
It was with a heavy heart that I approached the Mayhew’s front door. It was snatched open before I reached out for the bellpush.
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The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 31)
By Rawley Myers 18 Feb 2025
Thirty-year-old English public schoolmaster, Alan Watson, has been permitted sight of the painting at last for which he has been reluctantly posing in the nude.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 32)
By Rawley Myers 18 Feb 2025
I was suddenly made aware by my own exploratory fingers helping to sluice off the stickiness of the petroleum jelly, mixed liberally with my own spendings and little bits of dried plaster, that I was ringless.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 30)
By Rawley Myers 17 Feb 2025
My cock jumped at the very sound of his voice, and he buzzed my vibrating ring for one brief teasing moment of intimacy. I continued calling the register with as steady a voice as I could muster under the circumstances of my growing excitement.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 23)
By Rawley Myers 15 Feb 2025
Have I caught you in the shower again? I’m sorry,” he’d said, his eyes widening in puzzled surprise as he had run them up and down me, taking in the unusual sight of my exposed thighs.
My exhibitionist boyfriend (ch. 17)
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It's amateur stripper night at the local gay nightclub and Gus and Steve have a bet, meanwhile Derrick and Taylor have their own bet, who can suck the most cocks! ¿How many hot loads will Derrick and Taylor swallow?
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 29)
By Rawley Myers 14 Feb 2025
Compelled as I was to strip myself naked under the uncomfortably unwavering alcoholic gaze of Roger Bickerstaffe, I swiftly pulled on the swimming trunks I knew were bound to become translucent the moment I stepped into the spa bath.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 28)
By Rawley Myers 13 Feb 2025
Can one imagine anything more blood-curdlingly horrendous to contemplate than for a thirty-year-old man having to stand - in nylon stockings, suspenders and high heels, dressed in a tiny pair of frilly lace knickers, clearly on view and openly revealing his rampantly aroused manhood.
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The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 27)
By Rawley Myers 12 Feb 2025
As I was told to stand up, a woman’s black lace suspender belt was produced and fitted round my waist. Elastic straps with satin ribbons hung down at both the front and back of each thigh with the little rubber button clasp.
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By Alex Pendragon 11 Feb 2025
Coby's regretting playing truth or dare: turns out a barely-dressed 19-year-old muscle jock gets plenty of attention in a sleazy gay bar. Groping hands, mouths and more are eager to explore his ample assets, and that's just the start. But if Coby's so straight, why isn't he saying no?
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 26)
By Rawley Myers 11 Feb 2025
“I always knew you were a bit of a dark horse, Alan, but I never knew until last night you were hung like one,” she said pointedly. “I apologise unreservedly for you having seen that gross exhibition, Rosemary,” I began. “It was an inexcusable piece of bovine behaviour on my part - the result of a stupid bet lost,” I lied.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 25)
By Rawley Myers 10 Feb 2025
Breakfasting in the nude was still an uncomfortable feeling for me, as was remaining naked at all times indoors. Although I could be fairly certain not to receive an early morning visit from my tormentors on a Saturday - particularly after such a late night - I was not prepared to take the risk of being caught disobeying.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 24)
By Rawley Myers 9 Feb 2025
I felt my dinner jacket being removed by Frank Hartley as Dave Whalley moved in to unbutton my shirt. Hands grappled with my trouser fastenings and I shot to protect them as I suddenly remembered I only had on a very small jockstrap underneath.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 22)
By Rawley Myers 6 Feb 2025
“Sir, can I ask you a question?” Jason ventured after a lengthy but atmospheric silence. “You just have,” I replied unhelpfully, distantly, and on automatic pilot. “Why d’you shave your pubes, Sir?”
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 21)
By Rawley Myers 5 Feb 2025
We were passing my study and I ushered him in and closed the door. Locking it, I swiftly pulled down my trousers and underpants and raised my shirt tails. Richard stared in open-mouthed wonder. “Dial the number,” I ordered.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 20)
By Rawley Myers 4 Feb 2025
Having put the receiver down, I stood transfixed. My heart was beating faster. I could feel it pumping in my chest and throat. Was it all so very wrong, I asked myself? Should I have made up an excuse not to go? Jiminy Cricket was working overtime.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 19)
By Rawley Myers 3 Feb 2025
Richard had had to dress and leave quite sharply after he had completed his task of shaving my most intimate extremities. We had taken so long indulging our passion in the shower, we had lost all sense of time and it was really quite late
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 18)
By Rawley Myers 31 Jan 2025
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!
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 17)
By Rawley Myers 28 Jan 2025
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.
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The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 16)
By Rawley Myers 27 Jan 2025
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.
The Break Down
By Rawley Myers 25 Jan 2025
Loosely based on a series of true events learnt from one of the participants involved, and with his permission, a tale of demeaning degradation.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 15)
By Rawley Myers 24 Jan 2025
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.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 14)
By Rawley Myers 23 Jan 2025
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.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 13)
By Rawley Myers 22 Jan 2025
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 Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 12)
By Rawley Myers 21 Jan 2025
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.”
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 11)
By Rawley Myers 20 Jan 2025
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.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 10)
By Rawley Myers 18 Jan 2025
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.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 9)
By Rawley Myers 17 Jan 2025
I remember absolutely nothing of my journey home, which is, in itself, alarming. My mind was seething with unanswered questions and unacknowledged answers.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 8)
By Rawley Myers 16 Jan 2025
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 Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 7)
By Rawley Myers 14 Jan 2025
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 Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 6)
By Rawley Myers 13 Jan 2025
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.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 5)
By Rawley Myers 12 Jan 2025
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.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 4)
By Rawley Myers 11 Jan 2025
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.
The Mastery of Table-Turning (ch. 2)
By Rawley Myers 9 Jan 2025
[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