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CAT | Authoritarian
I had finally decided to take the plunge. I posted an online ad, saying that I had long had gay fantasies, and had finally decided to explore them. I wrote that I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, that I was open to suggestions and I’d never done anything with a man before. Most of the men that replied were just looking for a quickie, but eventually one of the replies caught my attention. Eventually we talked on the phone. Contrary to what I had planned, he asked all the questions.
It was late at night and I was feeling particularly horny after being stood up by a Master I had been corresponding with for several weeks. He was a cop and had promised to “arrest” me and treat me like the slut I knew I was but after waiting at the designated meeting spot for a couple of hours I knew he was not going to show up. There was an internet cafe across the street so I thought I would go over there and see if he was on line. The cafe was quiet and I had a terminal in the back of the room. I logged on, Master was not on line nor was there any message from him. Went into a Master/Slave chat room, there was only one other person on line at that time. I checked out his profile, he was a “Top” and from the same city as I was. A few minutes later I got an instant message from him.
Now Will started to get scared and was praying Harry wouldn’t quit. This way his arse would be saved. No such luck! as soon as his as was beet red, Pete walked over to Will and shoved his dry cock into Will’s raw sore ass. The mix of pain and pleasure ran through out Will’s body. Pete on the other hand was watching me and Joe. I knew he was but didn’t say anything. As Joe bent down I spit in my hand and started to rub it in and out of his ass. He wanted to get fucked something awful! As Pete watched, I ordered Harry to suck my cock to get it real slick and then I spat right into Joe’s hole. When the two of us were well more than ready I spread his hairless cheeks and plunged my head into his ass. His arse muscles were tight and fighting my every move.
As Chris showed John around the place, it was clear that this was an entire commune designed to create beautiful bodies, great brains, and homosexuals. The sports facilities were unequaled. There was a room filled with protective clothing for all kinds of sports including football, lacrosse, wrestling, basketball, soccer, crew, swimming, and many others in sizes for anyone. There were two weight rooms, one with windows to the outside which neither John nor Chris were allowed in, and another for those with the standard skimpy clothing.
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Skateboarder
0 Comments | Posted by classic14rider in Authoritarian, Encounters, High School, interracial
A wave of anxiety swept over Terrance. Here he was, a black boy, helpless and handcuffed, uncomfortably seated in the back of a police car in a desolate parking lot, his shirt ripped open, his bare teenage chest fully exposed, his legs spread, and this middle-aged white police officer was about to rip his trousers open. He knew he was fully at the white cop’s mercy….. A black teenage skateboarder is skateboarding alone in a place where he doesn’t belong. This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. It may contain depictions of non-consensual sex (i.e. rape) and racial slurs which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your entertainment.
by Anonymous
Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this [...]
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Tyrone and the Warehouse Boss’ Son
0 Comments | Posted by classic14rider in Authoritarian, Encounters, High School, interracial
Hesitantly, with his black lips quivering, Tyrone opened his mouth to receive Johnny’s throbbing white manhood. Johnny slid his penis deep inside the black boy’s mouth and looked down with contempt …. Young Johnny, a high school student, is making the rounds in his father’s warehouse when he comes across a neighborhood boy who doesn’t belong in the building. This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. It may contain depictions of non-consensual sex (i.e. rape) and racial slurs which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your entertainment.
” This is games level 5, this is the last level before reality. If you do not want your fantasy to become reality, hang-up now, otherwise press the number of the reality you want to explore. For medieval torture press 1. For torture by terrorists press 2. For torture by the inquisition press 3. For torture by the SS and Gestapo press 4.
Monty sat in his chair in the room he shared with three others. They were all good friends and looked out for each other like most college roommates do.
When one drank too much the others helped him back to the room or held him up in the shower until he was sober enough to put to bed.
When one had a bad time with a girl friend or family the others would listen to his venting.
I let out a long sigh as I got to my apartment door. The long hours of boredom and psychological frustration I spent at my telemarketing job was not going to be payed off by a warm relaxing night at home. Instead I was a slave; a slave to my darkest sexual desires. What laid inside my apartment was my destiny from now on. I opened the door to continue the fate I had been living through the last couple of weeks.
