For as long as I remember, the thought of being the “victim” was
always exciting. And during my childhood, there were people around me that
made this desire even more real. I was eleven when the first real thoughts
came to my mind.
You could say I was a loner at that age. Few of the other girls were
really interested in being my friend. It didn’t help that both my mother and
father were alcoholics and the whole town knew it. So, I spent alot of time
alone. My parents were brutal to me at times, locking me in my room, going
without dinner, leaving me for hours on end. But, there was one person who
would come over and play. His name was Mark. And, at this time, he was just
turning fourteen. Continue reading Bondage sinful tale
The Bandit rubbed his eyes and put down the book, tucking his pen in
it for a bookmark. He sighed gustily and looked at the closed door to the
living room. Muffled sounds of conversation were coming from outside,
interspersed with shouts of raucous laughter: Conan, having some fun at the
expense of one of the Wiz’s folks, no doubt. There was no sign of Zero; it was
becoming obvious that he’d be spending tonight in Diva’s room. Bummer.
On impulse, the Bandit walked swiftly to his cassette rack and
withdrew an album that he almost never played any more. He popped it into the
deck, pulled on his headphones, and began to disrobe.
“Oh very young, what will you leave us this time?
You’re only dancing on this Earth for a short while,
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now….”
“Come to bed, liebchen,” Diva smiled, stretching out languidly on the
narrow mattress. Her body wasn’t a pin-up artist’s wet dream by any means: a
bit heavy in the hips and thighs, just a hint of a double chin. But her heavy
breasts and sinuous torso had an appeal all their own, as did the tawny patch
of hair just above her swollen labia. Continue reading Thirsty and hungry
“I don’t want to start like that. And again…two, three, four….”
“Hold it, HOLD IT!” The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically,
making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow at the spastic diplay, but
willingly shut off the tape recorder.
“Something the matter?”
“YES, God damn your oversized beak!” The Bandit glared furiously at
Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was quite
frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it rested, a
bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn’t have been out of place on a nickel.
“What is it? And calm down, you look like you’re about to explode.”
“You promised me NO cliches and NO stuff stolen from other people!”
“Well, of course not,” Zero replied, looking hurt. “But we haven’t
even started playing yet….”
“You know damn well what I mean!” The Bandit rewound the tape, still
glaring at Zero. “That ‘I don’t wanna start like that’ line is straight off of
a Robert Fripp song! Now, NO FRIPP!”
“It is? Oh, so it is.” Zero scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
“It’s from the prologue of his first album, isn’t it? The one that leads
into–” Continue reading What Gives You A Hardon
Marty Carlson couldn’t believe his eyes. He had only been
working as waterboy for The Longhorns, the football team of
Leland College, for two daysnow, after Coach Keeley allowed
him to work of his required physical education credit by
working maintenance for the team. Two hours a day with all
those naked, sweaty jocks, peeling off dirty, grass-stained
uniforms for Marty to take to the laundry hamper as they
snapped wet towels at each other’s asses, asses hairy and
smooth, thick and muscular or trim and tight bulging out of
the back of their white jockstraps which, in the front, held
firm, full baskets of prime meat which Marty had to restrain
himself from reaching out and grabbing. He had been trying
not to be too obvious in his admiration of the player’s
muscular torsos and especially the showers full of
glistening soapy studs much like the one he was staring into
right now (from the back of an adjoining stall several rows
of lockers down, through the reflection from the overhead
mirror that ran the length of the locker room). Continue reading Gays in the lockerroom
Mike is somewhat shy and quiet. He is married to Betty, a
vivacious, outgoing girl who likes to flirt with other men. When
they go to parties together, Mike usually winds up being
something of a wallflower while Betty disappears into the crowd.
Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it.
Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because
his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group
talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But
tonight Mike was enjoying himself. Continue reading Mike the shy guy