Thursday, September 22, 2011

Story:An Unexpected Shipment, Part 1

An Unexpected Shipment

Part 1

Bondage, nonconsensual, abduction, anal, latex, chastity
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Kevin was heading back to his console in the datacenter after lunch when he caught sight of “him” again. The new rigger was hauling a large crate around on a dolly, heading to the freight elevator.
He wasn’t just big; he was Big, with a capital B. The rigger was a few inches taller than his’s own 6’2”. The rigger’s arms were thick cables of muscle extending out from a red plaid, short-sleeved and buttoned shirt. The thin fabric of the shirt seemed painted on by the sweat caused by the Texas summer heat.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Story:Boys Should Be Seen, part 6

Boys Should Be Seen

Part 6

Contains: Rubber, bondage, non-consent, mind control, SciFi
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You've probably been wondering where I've been for a while, leaving my story incomplete. The last chapter in my memoir here was actually an excerpt from the diary of Mr. Francis Blackstone, my former employer. Some may call him my owner, but that was far from the truth. A fact that Mr. Blackstone never realized at the time. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I believe when Mr. Blackstone had just left me and...
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I was coiling on floor in pain. It was dark here and my eyes blurred to uselessness with tears. My world shrunk down feeling peals of burning like fire rip across my skin in all directions. Where the skin didn't feel like burning, it was tearing open in small little holes across my entire body. Small little holes which were being stretched open and then snapping shut. Stars burst in my eyes as I writhed on the floor, shaking.