We entered Chicago with my ear half chewed off the side of my head. For days on end I got to listen to Chaz’s exploits and ideas of what he would do to me had he ever the chance to get me cornered.
A Night in the Woods
Copyright © c1988
(NOTE: This isn’t one of my stories, and I don’t know who the author is or when it was originally written, however I first came across it in a 1988 New World Rubber Men newsletter, but without an author’s credit; it may have been written by a member specifically for the newsletter. Pre-Internet it was difficult to find hot stories of this type, unless one had access to magazines like Drummer, Mach, etc., which were banned in Canada due to homosexual content. I’m posting it here to breathe some new life into a long-forgotten bit of kink history.)
The Subjugation
Copyright ©1988, 1993, 1999 by snoopy
…sitting all alone on the hard rubber-covered floor in Your dark basement dungeon, i reflect upon the particular circumstances that brought me into Your possession. It seemed like a year had passed, but it was only a month.
The acrid taste of the residue upon the gag turned my stomach at the thought of what I was to be used for. Yet the concept of such had me rock hard.
What was wrong with me?
I had hounded him online for a while. I had sent five or six messages over the years, never to any response. Every time I emailed, I told him more and more about myself, about my dreams, fantasies and wants…
It was warm, not overly so, but enough to be noticeable while just laying around the house on an uneventful August weekend
The internet can be a dangerous place; a double edged sword of epic proportions to those that seek captivity.
It was late on Friday night, and I was still stuck at work, just bored to tears. I work security at a firm downtown and was asked if I could cover the second shift since Toby, my coworker, had called out sick.
You got to love craigslist, a place where you can find anything you want and get it same day. From games to gear to fourloco, Whatever you need someone is selling.
The bar was called Sharky’s, unassuming, exterior practically unlit save for the beer signs fighting to push their glow through the years of grime that had accumulated on the windows…
It was called Sharky’s…
Isn’t it funny, living in a small town how everyone seems to know everything about you; or at least their version of such.
It was a long December, as the song said, the world outside was colorless and dreary, and my mood inside was no better. Most of the guys that I usually hung out with had traveled out of town to see family and friends for the holidays, and at the moment I was alone. Now I have never been one to argue with the concept of quiet solitude, but after a few weeks off I was ready for something, anything, to alter this deafening silence.
Story: The Divemasters
Gary had run the local dive shop in Port Gamble for the last 3 years, It was a quiet town, and business was slow as it always was in the winter months. He knew it was a good thing that he ran the shop for fun rather than needing it to pay the bills because he would have been in trouble a long time ago.
When one is lost in space, on missions of transcendental exploration, one must take care, for all but a light touch can shatter a universe.
Jason was in trouble… I knew he needed my help, yet I had but one chance to save him.
They were now trying to lure me, just like they lured him. I have been told if I ever wanted to see my boyfriend again that I would come and I would come alone. You see, about a month ago, Jason went to play with someone he met on the Internet and never came home.