Nineteen year old Kyle didn't mean to crash the deadliest top secret weapon on the planet. When he hacks into the Array, a top secret government project and lands in Purgatory Prison, he becomes JT's cell mate. JT is big, black and nearly all muscle, and oh yes, he's a prize winning prisoner gladiator. Will Kyle survive long days and even longer nights in JT's cell, earning his keep? Find out in Mark James' newest book: Escape From Purgatory.
This is a story that finds a male confronted by his boss who discovers his submissiveness and is
determined to enslave him. Although inexperienced and straight, he endures and learns to obey.
Eighteen year old Danny finds himself back over the coaches lap when he gets into a fight with a member of the opposing team while traveling to compete in a baseball tournament.
Jay bit down on Tank's ear and pinched his nipples. Tank screamed. Jay slapped his ass cheeks and then spread them wide. "All right, motherfucker. You asked for it." He took aim and rammed his pile-driver up Tank's ass in one savage thrust. Tank screamed in pain as Jay knew he would, but he didn't care. He had to show him who was the boss.
Nick held it right up with his right hand and rubbed vaseline between Ewan's buttocks. Ewan didn't dare provoke Nick into punishing him, regardless of how much he enjoyed being spanked, but didn't like having feel of soreness of his buttcheeks to be to great...
Old films about sailors being lashed and whipped, Italian films about old Rome and Greek with slaves dressed in loin cloths and some of the pornography he saw in the Internet, stirred his guts making him yank himself without mercy over and over again.
I cried out in first taking, in pain, and wonder, and awe, and arousal, and ecstasy, as my ass channel descended on his possessing cock, my channel stretching as best it could, caressing his cock.
He was on his back on the bed, me astride his hips and rising and falling on his throbbing tool, him gurgling softly, undulating languidly, and holding my hips in his hands, for the first half of the payment.
At the gym, a man meets up with a gorgeous hunk who turns out to be a sergeant in the National Guard. The sergeant asks for a ride to his girlfriend's cabin, and the man soon finds out that the sergeant has other plans in mind for the weekend, and he's not the only one. Four other men join in the hot action.
When he was what he wanted to project, he left the room and went to the elevator. It had been a stupendous gamble on Brewster's part. But it had pleased Winslow. It had been years since he'd come twice in a single fucking.
Finally, shaking with exhaustion, the slave was led off the stage, every few steps his cock dripping and dribbling a few more globs of come. The masters then turned on each other. In the centre of the stage they stood and pinched each other's nipples, kissing and feeling and toying with each other's bodies.
I've always thought that Daniel was somewhat cute, but I've just never liked him. He just looks like a little bitch. A little bitch that you just want to take advantage of while you're fucking the shit out of him. The one that you just want to make your sex slave.
A whaling siren, as a cop car sped toward us, brought me from my daydreams. My cock was painfully proud in my bell-bottoms, my hands gripping tightly upon Tex's solid sex. I brought my palms smartly around his waist, embarrassed flushes filling my cheeks.
Satisfied that he had gained control, Andreyev slowly propelled himself and Dave over toward the window between the capsule and the control room's camera.
This short story is part of a collection I wrote following my diagnosis of Schizophrenia and the loss of my lover, Shawn, from AIDS. The book is called "Backslidden". I hope you enjoy it.