The Formation of Calluses
10 Oct 2021 comments
In which our supple young hero makes a fateful mistake, and realizes too late that there are always men in authority willing to deal out all manner of punishment... (updated)
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The Formation of Calluses (ch. 6)
8 Mar 2018 comments
In which our desperate young hero endures more punishment than he's ever imagined, and learns far more than his captor ever intended to teach him...
The Formation of Calluses (ch. 5)
6 Mar 2018 comments
In which our sly young hero attempts to outsmart his dangerously sadistic warden, and hatches a plan to turn the tables...
The Formation of Calluses (ch. 4)
2 Mar 2018 comments
In which our foolish young hero decides to be the master of his own fate, and attempts to stand against his tormentor...
The Formation of Calluses (ch. 3)
22 Feb 2018 comments
In which our naive young hero discovers that there is more to his new friend than meets the eye, and much of it may not be good at all...
The Formation of Calluses (ch. 2)
17 Jan 2018 comments
In which our blushing young hero gives himself over to subjugation and pain, and discovers just how much he enjoys being desired in the deepest way imaginable...
The Night Owl (ch. 10)
9 Jun 2016 comments
Ben had collected himself at some point. He was curled up beneath the quilts, staring at the wall. He looked like a little boy who'd had a bad dream.
The Night Owl (ch. 9)
24 Apr 2016 comments
My cock hadn't even had a chance to go soft. His fingers kneaded there as well, making sure it didn't. His hot, wet mouth closed around the head of my cock for a fleeting moment - just to taste it, to suck the precum from the piss slit - before he let it rest against my belly and pushed himself up to his knees. "Bet that's hard to ignore, huh?"
The Night Owl (ch. 8)
9 Feb 2016 comments
"Shut up." He was on me again, lifting me by my shirt and pulling me across the room. A moment later he'd tossed me against the far wall like a sack of grain, knocking the wind out of me. I nearly crumpled to the floor in a heap, but I caught myself, staggering shakily. I'd bested men bigger and more skilled than Ben with fists and worse, but I didn't even try to fight back. I knew this was what I deserved. What he deserved. One night of this, I ...
The Night Owl (ch. 7)
18 Nov 2015 comments
"No teeth, soldier. Keep your mouth open wide. There..." The length of his cock slid out of my wet throat and back in, and I gagged and choked all over again. It was a pathetic sound, and he did it again. I could barely breath. "...that's it." His voice was harder now, like before. The flesh of my thighs ached where he gripped them beneath my knees, and his pace only quickened. He didn't care how I felt. My cock throbbed.
The Night Owl (ch. 6)
10 Jul 2015 comments
I bent over his lap, took the head of his hard cock into my mouth, and slurped up a gob of salty-sweet precum through his piss slit. He flinched in the cuffs, hissed through his teeth. "You're so pathetic," he whispered bitterly, though I could hear the sex in his voice.
The Night Owl (ch. 5)
25 Jun 2015 comments
He shrugged as his hands felt their way across my flanks, over the muscles of my back. "This ain't exactly fucking," he replied. "Besides - nobody knows who the fuck I am!" This last part was a scream, and it ignited more cheers. I slapped his ass, and we pressed our hot crotches into each other in a gyrating tangle while the masked flesh parade swarmed around us, fucking us with their minds.
The Night Owl (ch. 4)
25 Apr 2015 comments
I bent my fingers and found it again, that swollen knob of him a couple inches past the entrance to his chute. I pressed into it, massaged it at varying intervals. He sounded like an animal in heat, a gorilla rutting in the jungle.
The Night Owl (ch. 3)
17 Apr 2015 comments
"Relax." I attached a long leather leash to the collar, gave it a light tug to make sure it was secure. "It won't get any tighter than that, okay?" I grinned, not sure if I was telling the truth.
The Night Owl
10 Apr 2015 comments
I pushed up his shirt and undid his belt buckle. I pulled it free with two sharp yanks, making him grunt as his hips were jerked upward and around, like he was some doll. It was a nice sight.
The Night Owl (ch. 2)
17 Feb 2015 comments
I stepped behind him, ran my hands over his broad back, around the front of his waist, embracing him in an intimate way, like a lover. It felt naughty, knowing it was largely against his will.