All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 2)

By: Rob & Ryan Michaels

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I came to my senses quite suddenly as I felt something cold brush against my neck. I blinked my eyes, trying to see. It dawned on me again that I was still blindfolded, but something felt different, something about my body. My throat was dry, my body ached, and I still couldn't move freely. My arms and legs were securely fastened, but not in the same position as before. Before! 'Before' suddenly came to my mind as I realized that it must be the next day.

I concentrated on feeling anything on me, but all I could feel were the ropes on my arms, the unmoving bonds on my feet, and something under me that I was now lying on. I tried to call out, seeing if anyone was within earshot. I managed a hoarse yell that hurt as it came out. "Ah, you're awake," came the same voice as the night before. "I hope that wasn't too much of a shock to waken you, but I didn't want to scare you."

I was already scared. Here I was, still in the captivity of this madman. What was next?

"I want you to know that I was able to get four more loads out of you before you passed out," he began to gloat. "At that point I decided to show some mercy and turn off the milking machine. I mean, you had no more cum stored up and, if I had left it running all night with your balls empty, well, the only thing that would have accomplished was causing irreparable damage to your penis. It would have been chewed raw and would no longer function. The doctors would have had no choice but to simply remove it. Oh, don't think I didn't consider doing that to you, I did, but like I said, I decided to show you some mercy, at least in that regard," he laughed evilly.

"Hlet mgh gho," I managed from behind the gag in my mouth.

"Let you go?" he mocked back at me. "Well, I thought about it last night after I got you in here, but I've decided that since you did so well, why not see how much fun we could have the entire weekend?"

"Gno! Gno!" I pleaded.

"I must, you see," he sank down to the bed and began to speak into my ear. "I was doing a favor for a friend, someone who wanted you to suffer for what you've done, but I don't think the one night of suffering you endured was anywhere near the embarrassment and suffering you have caused for her. No, the only way I can be sure you never treat any other girl in that way again, is by keeping you until Sunday."

Straight Fiction: Payback Is a Bitch!

By: Nessus & Ryan Michaels

Life's tough in the big city, especially as a junior executive in a global conglomerate. I was so far down the pecking order I couldn't even see the Vice President's office, let alone dream about being in it. That's why I had to get the promotion.

"It's two levels above me, Melanie," I said to my girlfriend as we lunched. "Maybe even three. I have to get it."

"Alan that would be great! Do you think you have a chance?" Her beautiful eyes glistened with excitement and her large breasts heaved under her white blouse.

I stared moodily out the window at the teeming city streets. Life had certainly changed since I'd moved here from Kansas six years ago to make my fortune in the Big Apple. "Yeah, I've got a chance. I figure it'll be between two of us."

"Only two? That's fantastic! You and who else?" Her plump lips glistened and I found myself fantasizing about my cock between them.

"Louise Tellat," I finally answered.

Melanie's face fell. "Oh. Louise?" Louise Tellat was the head of the department that Melanie worked in, and was Melanie's immediate manager.

"You don't have to take sides," I said sulkily. "I'll give it my best shot."

"Louise is pretty good," Melanie said with a worried tone in her voice. "Best boss I've worked for."

"So, you don't think I can beat her?"

"Well..."

"She's pretty strange, the way she dresses, that punky hair. Doesn't she live down near the Village with the weirdo set? God knows what she gets up to."

"She has artistic interests," Melanie said defensively. "But that doesn't mean she's not good at her job."

Angrily, I threw the credit card on the table. "I said you don't have to take sides, but it looks like you are, against me!"

"Alan, that's not the way it is. Can we talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about!"

We parted there and I angrily strode back to the office. It's always great when your girlfriend decides to support the opposition! I sat at my desk as night fell on the city, running through my strengths and weaknesses as they related to the promotion and my shot at getting it. In all honesty, I knew that Louise would beat me, so I had to exploit her weaknesses.

I sat bolt upright. Her main weakness was her fondness for the edge, the counter-culture look and all that goes with it. That, I could exploit with a few well-placed rumors. After all, I had a week to play. I laughed to myself as I rode the subway and scribbled notes.

The next day, I started placing the rumors.

A few days later, Melanie leaned across the table as we were having a coffee break. "Have you heard the terrible rumors about Louise?" she whispered.

"No," I said, acting surprised. "What rumors?"

Melanie looked around and then leaned closer. "Drugs. Alan, I don't believe it, but somebody saw her shooting up in the restroom."

"You're kidding me!?"

"No, I'm not," she said earnestly as I hid a smile.

**********

Melanie had to fly down to our Florida office, so she missed the memo announcing my promotion, but she phoned me as soon as she heard. Louise coldly congratulated me and, surrounded by people patting me on the back, agreed to join us for a Friday night celebratory drink.

I was surprised when Louise sat next to me at the bar and said, "Sorry if I seemed cold before. I was just disappointed. No hard feelings?" she asked extending her hand.

"No hard feelings," I agreed and shook her hand. I wasn't sure if she really meant it or was just doing it for appearances sake, but, shortly after that, and more than once, I felt her shoe graze my leg.

I finally looked down at her long legs extending from her short skirt and looked up to find her studying me. "Like what you see?" she smiled and I blushed, but, bolstered by alcohol and my success, pushed on.

"I sure do."

She giggled a bit and then turned back to talk to someone else.

Finally, it was time to go and Louise picked up her large clumsy bag and followed me to the door. "Share a cab?" she asked.

"Sure, why not," I answered.

She sat close to me in the back of the cab. Driven by the sight of her long legs and my hardening cock, I found myself asking her up for a drink, my apartment closer than hers, which meant the cabbie dropped me home first. We both knew what I really meant, and I was delighted when she agreed.

Louise insisted she make the drinks, and we kissed when she handed me mine. "Here's to your promotion, and to a great night ahead," she said, smiling knowingly at me as she drained her glass.

Hurriedly, I followed suit and reached for her. "No, no," she said, gently pushing me away. "You get into bed and I'll freshen up." She then disappeared into my bathroom, and I eagerly stripped all my clothes off and climbed into bed. Drowsily, I lay there, waiting for her to join me, and that was the last thing I remembered about that night.

I woke with a pain in my groin as the morning light streamed in. There was no sign of Louise, and I found myself staring at a metal contraption that encased my cock. My poor cock was threaded through a narrow metal tube that was bent over my balls and fastened with a shiny ring that looked like a handcuff, and encircled my balls next to my body.

I rushed to the toilet and found I had to sit to pee. Relief came as I emptied my bladder and the pain subsided. I tugged and tugged at the device but it wouldn't budge.

Panic set in and it was then that I saw the note on the dresser: When you realize you can't get it off, call me. A simple L was scrawled next to a cell phone number. Louise! That bitch!

Punching the number in, I waited impatiently for Louise to answer as I stood naked in my apartment, the silver contraption constraining my genitals.

"Hello?"

"Louise, you fucking bitch!"

Click! I stared at the phone in shock. She hung up! I took some deep breaths and attempted to calm down, then dialed the number again.

"Hello?"

"Louise," I said desperately. "Don't hang up!"

"Alan, baby," she sneered. "What a surprise. Like your little gift?"

"Why did you do this to me?" I cried.

Her voice grew cold. "Revenge, baby. Pure revenge! You fucked with me, Alan. Took my job! I was the best and you fucking know it. I put a small and a medium sized chastity belt in my bag. Just knew it had to be a small," she snickered.

"Louise," I pleaded. "It's not my fault they picked me instead of you."

"Bullshit! You and your fucking rumors!"

"Rumors?" I said innocently and the phone went dead once again. Gritting my teeth, I made the call again.

"Hello Alan," she snapped before I could speak. "You lie to me again and it stays on forever. Got it?"

I gulped. "Got it," I mumbled.

"Guess your morning hard-on felt a little different this morning," she laughed.

"Louise, how do I get it off?" I begged.

"You don't!" she snapped. "I'm the only one that can take it off, and I don't feel like it yet. I'm still pissed at you."

"How long?" I asked brokenly.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a week… a month."

"A month!" I exclaimed. "What do I tell Melanie?"

"Melanie? Yeah, guess I forgot about her." She laughed again and then said, "Let's just hope we can do a deal before she returns from Florida."

"Deal?" I quickly asked. "What kind of deal?"

Louise laughed again. "Let's talk on Monday. Have a great weekend, Alan." The line went dead and I stared at the metal tube that encased my cock. Suddenly, I realized the longest I'd ever gone without cumming was two or three days and I felt frightened that somebody had that much control over me. I had to get this thing off of me!

All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 1)

By: Rob

I don't really remember how I got here. I know that I was at a party with a few friends. I know that I probably had too much to drink, but that's all I remember of the night before.

I went to move, feeling as if I was floating on air, but something kept me from going anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark, black almost.

I went to say something, I don't know, anything, but I couldn't even do that. Something was keeping me from talking. Something was in my mouth and I couldn't spit it out.

I started to force myself up from my position, but I got nothing. Frustration led to yelling, but it did me no good.

"Ah, you're awake," were the first words I heard.

"hleht he gho," I managed from my gag.

"Oh, no," he replied, "I can't do that until I'm done with you."

"hhat doh hu hant," I asked.

I felt him get closer to me, stroking my back with his hands and leaning closer to my ear.

"I want you to relax and enjoy every moment of this adventure we're going to share together," he replied. He ran his hands all over my body.

It was only then, as his hands were touching my skin, that it dawned on me that I was bare-assed naked, and that the floating sensation was caused by being suspended in the air by a series of ropes and leather braces!

With some conscious thought, I was able to "feel" my position. I was suspended in the air, leaning forward, and held spread-eagle. I could feel the leather on my skin and smell it in the air. I could feel the cold air against my cock and balls as much as the air on my back. I began to wonder my lot in this situation. Was my unseen tormentor going to maim me or kill me? Was I ever going to get free from this place… wherever I was? I think my nervousness showed on my face because he began to talk again.

"What's wrong, Robert?" he asked. "Are you afraid of what I'm going to do? Or are you afraid of how much you want me to do it?"

His questions cut through me as did the realization that he knew my name, but I didn't recognize his voice at all.

"I thought it would be nice to see how you respond to some intimate touching," he said, waking me from my own thoughts. "But before we get started, I want you to know why you're here. I know about your little encounter with one of the sorority girls. I know that you didn't do anything that any drunk and horny guy wouldn't do, but, I do know that your actions have terribly upset one young lady that I admire."

If he meant that girl Shannon I fucked, sure I encouraged her to drink, to get her a bit drunk in order to increase my chances, but I didn't force her to drink or force her to have sex. I was drunk, so was she, she said yes. What's the problem? And I asked him just that.

"The problem is I know for a fact that Shannon has never been drunk before that night, and it was you who got her that way," he said. "She was so embarrassed when she realized what had happened, that you had gotten her drunk and then not only took advantage and had sex with her, but you had sex with her on the floor of the frat house in front of everyone! She felt totally humiliated." He put his hand on my chest and trailed circles around my nipples. "And I'm going to make sure you NEVER do something like that to a girl again."

I began to squirm in my restrained position and screamed into the gag, "Hlet mgh gho!"

Bisexual Fiction: All Tied Up

By: Abberation & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

"Time for a little fun," she said with a clever smile. Pulling a pair of leather cuffs out from the bottom dresser drawer, she turned, looked at me appraisingly, as if to say, "Are you ready."

It had been a long time since they had come out. It had always been her wearing them, but I wasn't too into it, so they just never really got used again. Now it seemed that it was going to be my turn.

I smiled back, wondering where this was going, but ready for a change from our normal routine. I slid back against the black steel bars of our headboard, holding my hands against it.

She quickly straddled me, buckling the cuffs tightly and clipping them to the headboard above my head. The buckles were tighter than I ever put them on her. I was pretty trapped. I got a bit of a chill, but it was followed by a strange quiver in my stomach, and I could feel my cock quickly hardening.

Her smile was even larger as she began to kiss my stomach, leading down to my jeans. Reaching up, she slid her hands under my shirt and ran her nails down my side, bringing them all the way down to the button on my pants, opening it and pulling down the zipper in one smooth movement. Grabbing them by my hips, she pulled my jeans and boxers off at the same time, dragging them across my hard cock, letting it flip out like a spring.

Finally, after they were all the way off, she walked across the room, dropping them carelessly on the floor, and opened a drawer on her dresser. Reaching in, she pulled out two long cotton scarves and slowly turned around; her appraising looks suddenly a bit more serious.

The feeling of being tied down kept that quiver of excitement running through me. This was completely new. I hadn't seen her like this before. Reaching across the footboard, she softly touched my right ankle. I extended it out for her, offering it with a smile. She tied it pretty tight, a bit more than I expected, but not enough to hurt. She tied the other just as tight. Pulling them even tighter against the corners of the footboard, I was left spread-eagle on the bed, tightly tied. I could hardly struggle. As she stripped off her clothes, doing a bit of a striptease, I waited in anticipation.

Crawling up on the bed, she reached for my cock, holding it tight as she kissed and licked my waist and inner thighs. Slowly, she brought her tongue up the side of my cock and then, in one smooth motion, engulfed it, bringing her lips all the way to the base, the head flowing right past the back of her mouth and all the way down her throat. Grabbing my balls with one hand and supporting herself with her other, her head bobbed up and down on my cock. Faster and faster, stroking with her fist, running her hand under my balls and stroking up and down my inner cheeks, pulling her face to the base of my cock, slamming her lips to my body.

I slammed back, trying to keep up, until I felt myself ready to cum, and then I pulled back. I told her to stop, that I couldn't hold back any longer and didn't want to cum yet. But she didn't stop. Instead she sucked faster, harder, my cock passing into her throat over and over, until I convulsed, and then came, jerking in my restraints as she continued to suck it hard as she swallowed it all down.

Slowly, she allowed my cock to slide out of her mouth, falling off of her extended tongue. I felt both wonderfully good and quite guilty; all of this preparation and she didn't even get my cock in her. Then again, it isn't my fault she couldn't stop sucking my cock like that, I thought as I leaned back and shut my eyes, my cock falling to the side, shrinking back to its normal size as I drifted into an exhausted, post orgasmic sleep.

I had no idea how long I'd been asleep when I awoke to the feel of a mouth on my cock. I smiled, not opening my eyes. I soon felt kisses on my neck, but the blowjob didn't stop. My gut did a quick flip as I opened my eyes, startled. My wife was kissing my neck, blocking my view. Who the hell was sucking my cock?

She pulled back, a huge grin on her face, and moved to show me. It was her best friend, Lisa, naked, slowly sucking up and down my cock. Fuck! That was a hell of a surprise. She was so hot it was just crazy. My semi-hard cock got a sudden burst of energy. My wife leaned over and dangled her tit over my mouth. I sucked furiously, bucking my hips into Lisa's mouth.

Pulling her tit from my sucking mouth, my wife rolled over onto the side of the bed and slid under Lisa's chest, pulled her tits down to her, sucking like crazy. That was a first! She then reached between her legs and began kneading her mound at the same time. Lisa lifted one knee onto the bed, the other foot on the floor, and I watched as my wife slid a finger into her, then two. Lisa began to fuck her fingers, sucking and fucking. I struggled, arching my back as I took in the sexual fantasy, wishing I could feel Lisa's tits, wishing I had a better view.

What seemed only a moment later, my wife suddenly got off the bed and went into the en suite, Lisa continuing to suck my cock.

My eyes shifted to my wife as she re-entered the room. I couldn't believe my eyes! She was wearing a strap-on. I got worried for a second, until I saw her climb on the bed behind Lisa, then my worries were gone, replaced by pure sexual excitement as my wife positioned the artificial cock at Lisa's pussy.

Lisa shifted back, not stopping her blowjob, pushing the dildo into her. My wife leaned forward, put her hands on Lisa's hips, and began thrusting the dildo into her with... with a practiced deftness. This wasn't a first. This wasn't new. Oh god, I was so fucking turned on!

My wrists were straining against the cuffs, desperately wanting to touch my wife, touch Lisa, when Lisa suddenly pulled of my cock and, pressing both hands against the bed, pushed against my wife as she pounded against her, both moaning like animals.

Pulling apart, Lisa swung her legs over me, dropping herself directly onto my cock. Oh my god she was soaking wet! Her pussy was like a pool of hot liquid, squeezing me, pulsing with her convulsions and thrusts. My wife pulled herself up onto me as well, straddling me, her back to Lisa, the dildo wavering ominously in front of me, slapping against my chest as Lisa bounced up and down on me.

Lisa reached her hands around my wife and grabbed her tits, kneading them, pinging and twisting her nipples, my wife's cunt oozing across my chest. Lisa leaned farther and farther forward, pushing my wife forward as well, the dildo sliding up, too, now pressing itself against my neck. I struggled at my bonds as their slamming rhythm gyrated on top of me.

My wife reached forward, grabbing the headboard, the dildo now hitting my cheek, my eyes looking down on it apprehensively. Somehow it was turning me on. This dildo, sliding against me, the wet coating from Lisa's pussy coating my face.

My wife looked down at me, "Suck it."

I paused, barely being able to keep up with Lisa.

"Suck it!" she repeated more sternly and reached down and pressed the cock against my lips.

It was hot, soft, wet. I opened my mouth and let it slide on my tongue, the taste of pussy overwhelming.

She pressed it in and out of my mouth. It was so real. I knew it was just rubber, but I could feel the veins, the head, the heat, the firm softness as she pushed harder.

My eyes were tearing as it hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but she kept pushing. "Swallow it! Swallow that cock!"

I don't know how, but I managed to start to swallow. She pushed it right down my throat. I gagged again, but no sound came out. The cock was filling my throat. She pulled back, but pressed it right back in. Over and over. My eyes were tearing so much I couldn't see. The gagging had stopped. I began to push into it. I began to suck, pounding right back.

She pulled back. "Did you like that? Did you like sucking cock?"

I stared up, my eyes streaming, unfocused, "Y-yes."

"Say it, tell me what you like," she said firmly.

"I-I like it..."

She reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head off the headboard. "SAY IT! Say, 'I like to suck COCK.'"

"I like it! I liked sucking cock," I stammered.

My wife then sidled back, and moved down to the end of the bed and began to untie my leg bonds.

"Oh god, I'm getting close!" I moaned, and Lisa immediately climbed off my cock. I figured she didn't want me to cum inside her and expected she would finish me off with her mouth, or maybe her hand, but she did neither. Instead she just lay back and started playing with her pussy.

With my legs free, my wife moved between them and lifted one in the air, and then leaned forward and pressed the head of that strap-on against my ass.

Holy shit... no, that wasn't gonna happen!

Straight Fiction: 53 Days

By: Tom Allen

 

 

 

"So, how many days has it been, now?"

"Fifty-three days so far," I answered. She had one leg over my shoulder, and I planted several small kisses along her warm thigh, my other hand idly caressing her belly and waist.

I felt her hesitation.

"I, uh, have some bad news," she said after pausing for a few seconds. "I have to go to Kansas again."

"Oh, dammit! Don't even tell me…"

"Yeah, it's going to be late next week," she replied, almost sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I just didn't have any control over when Marketing was going to ask for new staff training."

I knew that there was nobody else available to go, but I was still disappointed. "You know, you promised only sixty days this time," I said reproachfully, hoping to rub in a little guilt. "By the time the weekend rolls around it's going to be sixty-four days."

"Oh, come on," she replied, "That's only five percent extra. After two whole months, what's another half a week?"

"Yeah, well, I don't see you not cumming for two months. Let's see how you'd react if I told you you'd have to go for four days, let alone sixty-four."

She disentangled herself to get off of the bed and padded toward the bathroom. "Maybe I could mail you the key at the beginning of the week."

I snorted. "Yeah, right, and have it get lost like that other time? No thanks."

The sound of water tinkled around the door. "Hey, maybe you could leave it with somebody," I called out. "Preferably somebody cute, kinky, or both."

"You son of a bitch," she sputtered, "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Walking back into the room she threw a towel at me. "I think you're missing the point of having your cock locked up."

"Yeah, somebody cute and kinky," I mused aloud. "How about that cute blonde that works with you? You know, with the big rack. What's her name? Chris?"

I didn't hear my wife's answer because she was beating me over the head with a pillow. All I was able to make out sounded like, "You bastard! I'll get you for that!"

The conversation seemed to go downhill after that.

It wasn't until Thursday that she brought it up again.

"So, I gave it some thought," she said between bites of salad and grilled salmon, "and I thought that maybe it was a bit unfair to ask you to wait an extra four days, especially since I'm not going to be around."

"No, don't be silly," I responded, sprinkling a little more balsamic vinegar on my salad, "Not having you around might actually make it easier for me. And what the hell, it is only four days."

She shrugged. "Okay, whatever. I'll tell Chris not to bother."

The clink of my fork falling to the plate made her look up with a sly smile. "This wine is good. Have we had it before?"

"What did you say?" I asked slowly.

"The wine, have we had this before?"

"No, about Chris! What the hell did you do?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just asked Chris about holding the key."

Oh hell, I hope that she didn't tell Chris what the key was for. She wouldn't do that. Would she? Damn, yes she would! "Oh my God, you told somebody you've got me locked up? Are you out of your mind?"

"It was your idea, you big jerk. I told Chris that I had a key for a lock that you would be interested in opening, only for one day. You'd have to give it back the next day. Now stop hogging that wine and pour me another glass."

I put my head in my hands. Oh my God, one of her girlfriends knows. By next week all of her girlfriends would know. Hell, her whole fuckin' office was probably going to know that she keeps my cock locked away, only letting me out once in a great while.

"Oh, and by the way, I mentioned that part of the deal was that you had to be especially nice to Chris if you wanted the key."

I looked up. "Especially nice? As in, if I weren't nice I might not get the key?"

My wife nodded, smirking.

I groaned.

"I'll get the dishes tonight, honey," she said to me in mock sympathy. "Go take a shower and lie down. You look a little pale."

Bisexual Fiction: Special Delivery

By: Tom Allen

 

 

This story isn't technically a bisexual story, but it isn't one that could be put in the straight or all male category. You'll understand once you read it.

 

 

The email was as explicit as it was brief. I was to leave work early, go home and bind myself to the bed in what we called "sensory deprivation mode". That meant I was to wear my hood, with the eye patches closed, and earplugs to deaden any sound.

And then I was to wait.

I blew off some paperwork and forty minutes later I was naked and getting into position. I fastened my legs to the end of the bed with the leather cuffs, carefully placed the spring-loaded hooks for the hand restraints into position, and placed the hood over my head.

Damn, it's dark in here. And quiet.

I lay back carefully and wriggled my wrists over the hooks. They caught and fastened, and I tugged to be sure that they were secure. The very last click is a frighteningly erotic moment, because at that point, I'm completely immobilized. I can twist and turn a bit, but there's no way that I'm going to escape.

I lay back, trying to settle my mind in the quiet darkness. Breathe in. Hold. Did I leave the light on or off? Exhale. Breathe in. Hold. Did I lock the door? Exhale. Breathe in. Hold. Dammit, I forgot to get the mail. Exhale. Breathe…

And I waited.

So quiet.

So dark.

So calming.

Straight Fiction: Cheryl's Hen Night Surprise

By: Scorpio77

 

 

The girls were getting ready for Cheryl's Hen Night party. Cheryl was an attractive, blonde haired, twenty-five year old who'd decided to settle down with David. Both of them had known each other since high school and everyone could see they were made for each other. David was a tall, dark haired, well-toned man whom Cheryl had met when she was a cheerleader in school.

The party included Cheryl's sister, Carol, and her four friends, Nikki, Angela, Kirsty, and Sarah. They had decided to dress up like cheerleaders for the party. The only difference was that Cheryl was wearing a white headdress.
 
David came downstairs to hear them all shrieking and whooping.

"Hey Dave, you know its bad luck to see the bride!" Carol shouted.

"Don't worry, she's not in her wedding dress," Angela smiled, and the girls giggled.

"What do you think of the outfits David?" Cheryl asked.

The outfits where very tight fitting and low cut. They showed off every curve of the very attractive group of women. Each of them was also wearing very skimpy white miniskirts to match their blue tops.

"You'd better watch yourselves. Not wearing much, you'll catch your death in that!" David joked.

"Oh, don't worry; it will be pretty hot in the bar!" Nikki back chatted.

The girls whooped.

David shook his head. "Just remember… no strippers!"

"Boo!" Kirsty shouted.

"David used to strip for me all the time!" shrieked Cheryl.

The girls all giggled and teasingly told David to 'take it off.'

David couldn't wait to get out of there and get to his own bachelor party. It was at his buddy Michael's house, which he shared with his girlfriend, the aforementioned Sarah. It was only a street away, so he interrupted their teasing comments, quickly said his goodbyes, and headed over there.

When David arrived at Michael's, all the guys were already there, including the boyfriends or husbands of the other girls, all of whom he was friends with, too. Before he even took a seat, a beer was thrust into his hand, along with the usual jokes about it being his last night of freedom.

They were all drinking heavily, and after a few hours it came time for Michael, the best man, to make an announcement.

"Now Davie, we've done some incredible dares in your time, and have we got one for you on your stag night!"

"Oh, ok, I was waiting for this. What is it?" David asked with leeriness.

Michael looked around at the other guys, grinning, and then back at David. "Ok, you have to go to the bank machine near my house, and you have to go there and back… completely naked!"

The guys whooped.

"Oh come on!" David said.

The guys made chicken sounds.

"Ok, fine," David smiled. The ATM was only down the road and it was late on a Thursday, no one would be about.

He stood up and pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his jeans and slid them off.

"You can keep your shoes on," Michael mentioned as the men all laughed.

Finally, David slid his boxers off. He was quite well-endowed and the guys all made jokes, like, "Don't let that thing hit you in the face when you are running down the street," "Well now we know why Cheryl is marrying you," and "Hey, careful you don't trip on your third leg, buddy."

Michael collected David's clothes, and then ushered him to the door and opened it.

"Annnd... Go!"

With that Michael ran out like a shot down the road to get to the ATM. He reached it, patted it, and then started to run back to Michael's. However, to his confusion, he went down the wrong street, into his own.

All of a sudden he could hear chanting from around the corner from where he was standing. He turned around and his blood ran cold. It was the girls, coming home from the bar. The girls stopped singing and just made a shocked sound. Then it turned to wolf whistles. David turned away from them and embarrassingly put his hands over his crotch.

"Hey David, you'll catch your death in that," said Kirsty, and the girls all cackled.

"Look, this was just a dare so I'll let you get on with..."

"Uh, uh, uh." Cheryl walked forward. "What was that about no strippers? I think we've got one girls!" And they all cheered. "Come on Dave," she whispered to him, "it'll be a bit of fun."

"Get the cuffs!" Carol squawked.

Cheryl had furry handcuffs on her - a gift from the party. Before he could say anything, she had grabbed his hands and shackled him. After she had done that Angela pulled out a dog leash and collar – another gag gift from the party - and wrapped it around him. After attaching the leash, she handed it to Cheryl.

"Now home!" Cheryl said as she swatted David lightly on his bare ass and then led him by his leash, along with the excited women, to her and David's house.

Straight Fiction: Ahead of Time

By: Tom Allen

 

 

"You're going to be locked up for a long time," she said casually.

She was lying against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just finished having sex, and were basking in the afterglow. Well, at least she was basking; I hadn't cum — nor had I for the past couple of weeks — and was still aroused.

"I know you don't like to know ahead of time when I'm going to let you out, but I just wanted you to know that it's going to be, well, a long time. We haven't played at a really long term in a while, and I was thinking that I wanted to try it again."

I failed to suppress a whimper, and she looked up at me. "I hope you're not complaining," she admonished. "I mean, I unlocked you at the end of the summer, and you spent all autumn free as a bird. Winter's almost half over. In fact, I can't remember when you've had so much free time."

It was true; I'd been unlocked for months, but it wasn't exactly a Roman orgy around here.

"Yeah, but with both of us getting the flu, plus the holidays, work, and all that, we barely had any sex at all, so it's not like I've been running wild," I explained. "I mean, for a couple of months we even thought there was something in our water, since we just couldn't get excited."

She shrugged, and lay her head back down on my chest. "Anyway, since I'm going to lock you up tonight, I wanted to spend some quality time with you; it's going to be the last time that your cock is going to be free for quite a while, and I had to get enough of it to keep me motivated."

I whimpered again. Despite not having as much sex as I would have liked, I had certainly gotten used to touching myself whenever I felt like it, and feeling her warm ass against my bare cock as we lay spooning, and of course, being allowed to cum pretty much every time we did have sex — as infrequently as it had been. And although we keep talking about long term denial as a fantasy — a really hot fantasy for both of us — the fact was that it'd been quite a while since we played at that, and I wasn't totally looking forward to actually doing it. Sure, I knew it was only a matter of time before she wanted me back in the chastity device, but as the weeks seemed to slip by, I just fell out of the groove.

Until tonight.

"No wonder you were so aroused earlier," I said. "You must have been thinking about this all week."

Our earlier sex had started gently, but her passion had increased until she was raking my back and bucking her hips. I had to pull myself back from the edge of my own orgasm a dozen times, until finally she was sated. She hadn't given me permission to cum, and I was hoping that she would let me finish inside her. Instead, she asked me to wait just a little longer, and then did something she hadn't done in a few years — which is how I ended up with my arms restrained to the headboard while she relaxed against me.

She nodded, and then stretched. "I'm getting too relaxed," she told me. "I'd better get moving, or else I'll fall asleep."

"Please don't do that," I said.

She propped herself up onto her elbow, and wrapped her hand around my cock; even though we had been lying there almost a half hour, it was still firm. She squeezed it, and my hips bucked involuntarily; my hands shot down a couple of inches before they were arrested by the velcro restraints. She smiled, and then put her head down to tease me with her tongue. I moaned lightly, and pushed my hips up to meet her. She took my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside until I begged her to stop.

"No, please," I gasped, "I don't want to cum just yet. Please!"

She sat up and smiled wickedly. "I told you that I'm going to lock you up tonight, when I'm done. And I'm going to do it right after you cum, because I know that you lose that horny edge. I like making you do something right then, because I know you don't want to."

I nodded slowly, remembering how she finds it amusing.

"But you know what amazes me?" she asked. "That you always look back on it a few days later, and then tell me that making you do whatever it was, was the hottest thing ever. Why do you think that happens?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. The more I think back on it, the hotter is seems. Maybe it's because although I didn't want to at the time, when I think about it later, I'm thinking about it with my horny brain cells."

She snorted, then slipped off the bed and walked over to my dresser. She fished around in the back of the underwear drawer and pulled out my chastity cage. Since I was already wearing the cuff ring around my cock and balls, she had all the pieces at her disposal. She put the lock on the nightstand, and rubbed the cage around my cock.

"Hard to believe that all that meat fits in there," she smiled. She put the cage down next to the lock and began to stroke me very lightly. I squirmed and made whimpering noises.

"You know, I was thinking about that lately — how you get all hot and excited when you haven't cum, and then right afterward you're not interested anymore. At least, not for a few days." She continued stroking my shaft lightly, and then looked up at me. "I think that's enough," she said, and sat back.

"Please," I begged, "You are going to let me cum, aren't you?"

All Male Fiction: The Initiation

By: Stu Walker

We'd selected our pledges at the frat. After interviewing over fifty applicants we'd all narrowed the field down to five choices, the cream of the crop. The requirements to join our frat were pretty specific, and potential applicants were only told of certain requirements once they had been chosen as pledges. Our frat was the frat that every guy wanted to join, and even after they were told what they would have to entail and given the opportunity to withdraw, no guy, most of them straight, ever chose to withdraw. They knew what they would have to do and were willing to do it, just to be a member of the top fraternity on campus.

All the officers were down in the basement of our house, getting ready for the final test. There were Rudy, Ben, Al, Pete and myself. We were all buck naked except for black leather masks and cock straps cinched around our equipment, tight enough to highlight four rods that collectively measured over four feet of lean, mean, horny manhood.

"Send 'em in!" Rudy signaled one of the frat brothers who was in charge of the equipment we'd need.

He opened the doors and our five pledges walked in, hands bound behind their backs, studded dog collars around their necks. They were all naked, their bodies oiled and gleaming in the dim light of the meeting room.

All Male True Experience: The Burglar

By: Unknown Author

I woke up in the middle of the night with the distinct impression that someone was in my house. I slowly pushed back the covers, slipped on my shorts, and crept out into the hall. At first glance, nothing seemed out of place, so I went on down to the living room.

I'd just stepped into the dining room when a length of rope dropped down over me, pinning my arms to my sides. I started to struggle, but the burglar touched my balls and I got real still. For what seemed like hours, the only sound was the two of us, breathing. Then, when he slammed me up against the sideboard that was on the wall leading into the kitchen, I felt the rope being looped around my wrists and pulled tight. When he was done, the burglar flipped on the lights and I looked over my shoulder, only to see a tall, bulky figure dressed totally in black. Even his face was hooded with a black ski mask. The only thing I could see clearly was a pair of glittering blue eyes.