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.
Late August was always the hardest time of year for me. The summer was officially over, and fall had really yet to start. Most of my friends had headed back to college already, which is what found me sitting alone in an empty apartment, flipping through the channels, on a lonely Wednesday afternoon.
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.