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A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest (The Berlin Tales #4)

Posted on July 19, 2021 by indieerotica

Peter is shocked to learn of the depth of Karl and Tomas' forced cuck relationship, manipulated by the powerful Richard, who is also Tomas' keyholder. With Tomas on the verge of freedom after months of chastity, Peter is set a gargantuan task of impressing Richard. But can he unlock Tomas while saving this cuck couple from even greater humiliation, while still having a shot at joining the illustrious Antinous Society?

The Berlin Tales are a collection of short erotic fantasies centered on the gay men who populate Berlin, the capital of kink.

A Bull at the Forced Chastity Cuck-Fest is a 10,500-word short story.

“Meet Lukas,” Richard said, taking the young man by the hand and bringing him within smelling distance. “He’s just like you, Peter. Another potential recruit into our most noble and ancient society. He works for one of my television networks in Denmark—”

“Sweden,” Lukas said, with a sharp, international boarding school accent.

“Oh, that’s right. Anyway, his boss is also, shall we say, beholden to me.” Richard shook his bracelet, the silver keys dancing in shards of sunlight bouncing off the pots and ornaments and glasses waiting to be drunk. I had the pounding sensation we were not alone. “Two strapping young men stand before me. I wonder which one will win my affection?” With a giggle, Richard bounced to the back of the room and sat on his chair as tall as a throne between two stretches of low couches. He clapped his hands. “Enter!”

From all sides, secret doors opened. Paintings and tapestries swung in the forced breeze as well-dressed men entered Richard’s domain. It might feel like the final scene of an action movie, but these men weren’t carrying guns. They led in other men—naked men—wearing thick white hoods, hands roped together, and a collar around their necks with the attached chain held by their suited companions. Solemnly, they entered to my gawking shock, and even Lukas’ wide-eyed wonderment.

Each well-dressed man, their ages and features as diverse as the Antinous Society itself, and in fact I recognized a few, led their naked companion to a different pouf or couch at the front of the room. Eleven couples came out in total. No, twelve. The last one rushing out of the secret door farthest away stole my breath away. Karl came out in a waistcoat, his eyes to the floor, leading a hooded, naked Tomas into the open room.

Tomas’ hairy, ample body waddled anxiously through the path that Karl led him. The metal chastity cage glinting in the sunlight, just like the rest of them, I suddenly realized. Every one of the naked, hooded men being helped by their partners to climb onto their stations had the exact same metal cage swallowing their cock. But their partners were doing something to it. From pockets they pulled out condom wrappers, tore them open, unrolled the rubbers and stretched the condoms over their partners’ caged cocks. In the far corner, Karl bent down and did the same thing, tucking the rubber over Tomas’ hairy balls as well, before planting a small kiss on his belly. Karl then helped him climb onto a green chintz backless couch, creaking under his weight, hooded head bent down and chain flapping over the armrest. Once each of the twelve naked men was in place, asses—some smooth, some hairy, some black, some white—all in the air, their partners retreated to the line of seats on either side of the imperious Richard. Most took a filled glass and sat, legs crossed, expressions low like an Italian funeral. Only Richard was happy. He grinned at Lukas and I, then jumped out of his throne.

“It’s your lucky day, gentlemen,” Richard said, dropping his silk gown and revealing his tight muscled body, leather cuffs, and silver bracelet. He grabbed a wide gold goblet from a table and spun it between his fingers as he addressed his hooded guests. “After three months, four months, six months for some, you’ve each earned the right to have your cage off.” He scraped the edge of the goblet along some of their bare backs. “But first,” whimpers escaped from the hooded bodies. “Your husbands are going to sit here and watch you once dominant gentleman get fucked in the ass.” Shaking came with the whines; asses of men, powerful men, clenched tightly as Richard ran his fingers around their backsides.

The Contractual Commitment (The Masked Master #5)

Posted on July 7, 2021July 9, 2021 by indieerotica

It’s a month later, and it’s finally time for Adrian to lose his virginity. He’s seen Sir more than thirty times, and they’ve connected so well and grew close enough to give Adrian hope for something more than just temporary. By now, he’s not just smitten by Sir; he’s falling for him in a way he’s never felt before. Sir is becoming Adrian’s first love as time goes by.

But what’s going on inside Adrian’s mind right now? Why is tonight—a very important milestone in his life—suddenly…off? What’s gotten him to be so emotional? It was all supposed to be just a one-time hookup fueled by a bold lie. Once Sir takes Adrian’s virginity, they go their separate ways just as planned. But why can’t Adrian accept that anymore?

Could this really be the end?

Will Adrian never see Sir again?

The Contractual Commitment is a 7,800-word short story and part five of a five-part series.

As soon as I reached the front porch, the door opened.

Sir gently pulled me inside the pitch-dark living room. He closed the door and held me in his strong arms.

Despite the darkness, I could still picture his looks that turned me on for him being forty-eight. He was huge in a Hulk sort of way, definitely well above six feet. There was almost no hair on his body, just a bit on his limbs and a bush for his pubic hair. But his monster cock still intimidated me.

I liked our size difference, though. Yeah, okay, so, it didn’t used to matter, and it still kind of didn’t. But it felt just right whenever he held me. Even though I still looked like a total dork at barely eighteen, I was a smooth and skinny twink with dark and fluffy hair, which he liked a lot. I didn’t have a big, brown, and uncut cock like many Latino guys had in porn, and that was okay with him. Besides, my cocklet met his approval, and so did my flat ass.

If only he’d kiss me, though. I missed his kisses, but they were probably going to be rewards that I had to earn now. If he did something that I liked a lot, he’d probably turn that into a reward too. Maybe that was the point. Of course, this was all assuming tonight wasn’t our final night together.

I snuggled in his arms while he still held me, getting semi-hard and a bit horny for him. He never failed to make me melt into a sappy mess, and it’d been that way for a while now. I didn’t want to let him go. I knew it now. I might’ve been confused as to why I had to feel like this, but I wasn’t confused about how I really felt about him. The truth was that I liked him. I liked him a lot more than I’d realized. It’d taken meeting up with him again to feel it more.

“Tonight, I’m going to take your virginity, and everything will have gone just as we planned. Got it, boy?” He’d said it as sternly as usual.

The Video Voyeur (The Masked Master #4)

Posted on July 7, 2021 by indieerotica

Adrian has only seen Sir on two different nights, but he’s already more taken by him than ever. He still wishes he could see Sir’s masked face, but he hasn’t earned that privilege yet. Besides, it’s all part of Sir’s mysterious charm that continues to intrigue and captivate Adrian more than ever. Maybe there’s even a little crush forming somewhere? Not that Adrian even knows what that’s like since he’s never fallen in love before.

While it’s all mostly physical, Adrian starts wondering if life as just a sub is even good enough. Sure, he’s still a virgin and is in the process of being stretched to better fit Sir’s monster size, so he’ll get to see him regularly for at least another month. But what about becoming Master’s—er, Sir’s slave? For now, Adrian is content, but the thought of enslaving himself isn’t just a coincidence. Of course, whether in person or remote, Sir continues to dominate like Adrian expects him to.

What if, one day, Sir dominates Adrian’s heart?

The Video Voyeur is a 4,500-word short story and part four in a five-part series.

After playing for a long while, my phone rang at eleven. I grabbed it and checked the screen: Restricted. Great. I was getting a little horny because I hadn’t masturbated since I’d last seen Sir, and I wanted to play with him. I didn’t like the idea of rejecting him. In fact, it made me feel like crap just thinking about it. Sadly, I had no choice.

I finally answered. “Hello?”

“Adrian?” His deep and butch voice was probably full of hope. It was sexier than my dull, medium-pitch one with the occasional crack.

“Yeah, hi.”

“Are you available right now?”

“Um…I have a friend over and he’s spending the night, so I can’t.” I tried to mask my frown since I didn’t want Jamal to notice anything. Though, he was busy with the game. So, he probably wouldn’t.

“Okay. I’ll call you soon and see if you’re available next time.”

“Wait!” I found myself in desperation mode because I had no idea when Sir would call. Maybe I could have it both ways: see him for a little bit and not leave Jamal alone for too long.

“What is it?” Stern, but not upset.

“Would you be okay with a half-hour?” I tried to act cool in front of Jamal.

“That’s short.”

“Forty-five minutes?” That was seriously pushing it too.

“One hour is the minimum, take it or leave it.”

Damn it. Think, think, think! An idea suddenly popped into mind. “Wait, I’m going to the bathroom. Please don’t hang up.”

“Make it quick.” Sir still didn’t sound angry, but I did wonder if he was annoyed.

I looked at Jamal and attempted a little smile. “Just going to the bathroom right quick.”

He gave me a nod. “Okay.” His focus was solely on Zelda, and I figured he wouldn’t stop playing anytime soon. It was our thing whenever he spent the night, and there was no reason to change that.

I rushed to the bathroom across the hallway and shut the door. I rested my ass on the edge of the sink counter. “Are you there?”

“I’m here. So, what’s it going to be?”

“Here’s the thing. My best friend is staying the night, but we usually go to bed before two. I was wondering if that was too late for you.” I mentally crossed my fingers.

There was a pause that did nothing but make me nervous.

I groped myself and hoped he’d agree. “I want to see you so bad, Sir. I’m horny, but…I like your company too. A lot.”

“We only have sex.”

“I know, but, I mean, you really gave me a lot of hope. I thought I’d be a virgin for a very long time, and then you came along and gave me a chance.”

“Why do you doubt yourself so much?”

He’d posed a very good question, and it was something I didn’t always think about. “I’m not hot. I’ve always been a nobody growing up, especially at school. Every time I tried chatting with a guy, he either chatted back and gave me false hopes, or he didn’t pay any attention to me at all.”

“Have you considered taking another picture? Because I can assure you it doesn’t do you any justice. I would know. I’ve seen you twice.”

My heart fluttered a little at such nice words, and I suddenly wished we could chat on the phone at the very least if I couldn’t see him. Who would’ve thought a man like him would’ve existed here in Michigan suburbia? His quaint bungalow, small and cozy like many around here, yet with a basement full of dark desires that made me hard and horny. “Thank you.”

There was another pause, a longer one. Finally, a gentle sigh on his end. “You should be with your best friend right now. It’s rude to leave him there just to see me.”

I had to admit that I felt guilty to have suggested meeting up with Sir tonight while Jamal was over. The fact that Sir had pointed it out made me appreciate him more.

“When does your friend leave?”

“Tomorrow, like, in the afternoon.”

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Yeah, I am. For the rest of the weekend, actually.” I was suddenly happy again, and it had made my night.

“Is ten o’clock good for you?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good. I want a longer night with you.”

I smiled and wasn’t sure why I even acted like this over a playmate. “I’d like that…Sir.”

“I told you that you don’t have to call me that outside of my place.”

“But why not if no one’s around right now? It’s your title. I feel disrespectful for not addressing you properly. Horny or not, I know my place, and you deserve to be treated with respect.”

There was yet another pause before he spoke. “Good boy. Are you still horny?”

Sir’s voice…his commanding voice with great depth, melting me. “Very much, Sir.”

“Are you still in the bathroom?”

“Yes, Sir. The door’s locked too.”

“You don’t have me on speaker, do you?” What an odd question. Paranoid, I supposed.

“Never, Sir. I always have wireless earbuds on me.”

“Good boy. Turn on your camera. Show me your bathroom.”

While he was being unnecessarily paranoid, I didn’t dare to defy him. The fact that he was staying on the phone with me meant a lot. “Yes, Sir.” I did as told, tilting my phone around to capture every angle I could. “You see, Sir? No one but me.”

“Good. Keep your camera on, but don’t expect me to turn mine on.”

“Yes, Sir.” Where was this headed? The intrigue turned into anticipation.

“Are you able to prop your phone up somewhere so that you can be hands-free?”

“I can try, Sir. Can you hold on a minute, please?” I made sure to add a hint of plea to my softening voice to avoid being mistaken as a command.

“Go ahead.”

I scanned everywhere, and the best location was the shower’s built-in soap cubby. Thankfully, the edge protruded a bit, enough to hold the phone since the phone was longer in height than the cubby. I sat on the toilet lid, and the cam captured most of me. I waved until I realized I was a dork, my cheeks feeling flushed.

“Take your clothes off. All of them.”

The Rapturous Release (The Masked Master #3)

Posted on July 7, 2021 by indieerotica

It’s time for Adrian and Sir’s second hookup, but it won’t be the last one. After Adrian received his painful punishment, they agreed that Sir could take his virginity before they go their separate ways. But because of Sir’s monster size down there, it requires a gradual process for a more comfortable experience. That starts tonight.

By now, Adrian is more submissive than ever. He wants to see more of Sir, hence the reason he looks forward to the hole-stretching process. He has yet to earn the privilege of seeing Sir’s face, but that’s become part of his mysterious charm. Though, Adrian doesn’t get to ejaculate until Sir says so, which has been torturous these past couple of days. Could that change tonight?

And what about Adrian’s feelings? Now that he’s getting to know Sir, albeit mostly physical, he continues to be intrigued by the mystery of Sir’s masked face and secret life that he’d do whatever it takes to see him indefinitely. Could there be room for a little something extra?

Beyond just physical?

The Rapturous Release is a 4,400-word short story and part three in a five-part series.

Sir closed the door and pulled me into his huge arms for a kiss on the lips, having to hunch over because of being well above six feet tall. My shirted back was pressed against his front. From what I could feel, he didn’t have any clothes on, and his smooth, hulky body got me harder. His monster cock that intimidated me poked my clothed little butt.

Since I hadn’t come since before meeting him for the first time, the pressure bubbled up inside my balls the longer he held and kissed me. We made out with tongue for a long while, which surprised me. I’d just assumed we’d go straight to the basement for some kink. I tried to keep up with his pace while we kissed, and I felt like I was already getting better than the other night.

He stopped kissing to yank my shorts down enough to reach for my ass, and he stretched to his left to grab something. It sounded like a bottle squeezing, probably some lube. He placed the bottle back somewhere and found my hole. He rubbed it with his lubed fingertip. At first, it felt strange and slimy, but then, it felt okay. It was weird how easy I was able to melt in his embrace, though. Why did I have to feel this way? Why did the affectionate nature he’d kept so hidden most of the time make me feel different in a good way? Why did I suddenly enjoy it more than the rough stuff?

Sir continued rubbing my hole for minutes with our mouths still connected, and he managed to burrow his way inside with his fingertip.

I felt a little uncomfortable again, but it was only because the feeling was something I had to get used to, slimy and all. I hoped it would go away soon. At least, he cut his nails, which helped.

After a bit more of our tongues wrapping around each other, Sir moved away from my mouth down to my throat for a few sucks, moved back up to ear for another few sucks, and then on my mouth again. He was enjoying me before the kinky stuff came, and I could get used to it.

His finger slowly entered farther inside me until it felt like he was all the way in, and I practically rested my ass against his hand. The discomfort started melting away, and in came a pleasure I’d never felt before. I let out a gentle moan, continually melting under the power he had over me. I was entranced by his touch, his kisses, his embrace, and the pleasure he gave me from behind. It was all a new feeling because I’d never done any of this before. I’d masturbated so many times since middle school, and the greatest release of all time still didn’t compare to actual sex.

Sir broke the kiss, slowly pulled his finger out of my ass, and tugged at my shirt. “Take off your clothes, boy.” His tone was still as stern as ever.

The Painful Punishment (The Masked Master #2)

Posted on July 7, 2021 by indieerotica

Adrian gained a little experience with Sir by putting his mouth to use beyond finally being kissed for the first time. It’s still the same night they met, and by now, Adrian has agreed to submit to Sir. That includes being punished for lying about being an inexperienced virgin. After all, a bad little boy needs to learn his lesson.

Adrian knows all too well that if he doesn’t go through with the punishment, he’ll have to cut ties with Sir forever. Adrian doesn’t want that. Tired of being a virgin, he soon learns that he no longer has a choice but to withstand whatever punishment comes his way just to gain the experience he wants.

The two of them are now in Sir’s lit basement after being in the pitch-dark living room. This is where all the action continues. But just because it’s no longer dark doesn’t mean Adrian gets to see Sir’s face. Nope, he hasn’t earned that privilege yet.

But Adrian starts learning more about this supposed no-strings hookup the longer he’s around Sir. That includes seeing a new side of Sir that’s as mysterious and intriguing as his masked face. What is Sir hiding? Is he hiding anything? Why is Adrian suddenly more drawn to Sir than he ever thought he’d be? It’s not even supposed to go beyond one night, just like they agreed when they came across each other online.

But given Adrian’s virginity, could this one-time hookup actually lead to a second time?

The Painful Punishment is a 4,400-word short story and part two of a five-part series.

This Monday night, Sir carried me over his muscled shoulder, and he headed across the pitch-dark living room of his suburban bungalow and stopped at a door. I only knew it was a door because of the sound of it opening. He flicked a light switch on and marched downstairs to what I presumed was the basement. What else could be below ground?

The brick-walled basement was bright and caused me to squint from having been in the dark for too long. He took a few more steps and stopped, letting me off his shoulder and laying me face down on what looked like a big swing made of leather.

“Stay put.” His deep and butch voice threatened to erect me, sexier than my dull, medium-pitch one with the occasional crack.

I swallowed because of having no idea what his plans were. There was probably nothing vanilla about what I was going to experience. It both frightened and excited me.

I rested on my flat belly and tried to turn my head to take a glimpse of him, but he gently pushed my head back forward as if stopping me from seeing his face.

“Don’t you dare look at my face, Adrian!” Why had he raised his voice? Was he mad? And Adrian? He’d only called me by my name the first time he’d seen me, and he’d called me “boy” ever since.

“B-but, Sir…I thought I could get to see you.”

He seemed to have calmed down. “In due time.” His tone was back to normal, at least, which still intimidated me.

But he’d said I would, hadn’t he? I wasn’t sure what to feel about that. On one hand, the mystery was what intrigued me in the first place. The only thing I could tell was that he was a white man because of a quick peek at his hands. Plus, his voice sounded like he was, even though race didn’t matter to me. On the other hand, I really wanted to know because I hated surprises other than birthday and Christmas presents. I wanted to know whether I could be sexually attracted to him.

Besides, he knew what I looked like: a smooth, skinny, and flat-assed twink with dark and fluffy hair who still looked like a total dork at barely eighteen. I didn’t have a big, brown, and uncut cock like many Latino guys had in porn, but he did like my “cocklet” as he called it.

I heard him doing something from feet away, as if slipping a few things on, but I couldn’t tell what was going on.

“You may look now, boy.”

I did as told from the mere desperation of wanting to see Sir, finally. Wow! He was huge in a Hulk sort of way, definitely well above six feet. He had to have worked out every single day to maintain a body like that, especially for being forty-eight. He had no body hair like I’d figured from feeling his body upstairs, just a bit on his limbs and a trimmed, brown bush for his pubic hair. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see his face because he had on a black mask with tiny spikes decorated all over it, leaving just his seemingly-hazel eyes and sexy mouth visible like a masked Master. It matched his leather boots that also had tiny spikes for decoration. His erect cock was the next thing I witnessed, which was leaking into a stringy mess and hanging stickily from his piss slit. It stuck out of a fitted hole as part of some kind of fetish underwear in black and made of mesh. My eyes glared at such a sight. It was a monster! How would I ever take him with a size like that?!

“Once I punish you and teach you how to be a good boy again, you’ll eventually get to see my face as a reward. That’s a promise in exchange of your promise to me that you’ll never tell anyone about it.”

“Y-yes, Sir.” What choice did I have at this point? I’d consented to everything, even though I hadn’t known what I’d consented to. As scary as it continued to be, I was still intrigued. For some reason, I didn’t want to leave just yet. My fast-beating heart kind of said otherwise, but my cock said something else entirely.

Sir walked to a section of the wall nearby where an assortment of chains, ropes, floggers, and paddles hung in an organized order. He stopped and eyed me again. “You get a choice for your punishment. Pick any one you’d like.”

Slaves Have No Right to Say No (The Berlin Tales #3)

Posted on July 5, 2021 by indieerotica

Despite Mark's warnings, Peter accepts Tomas and Karl's invitation to join them for dinner at the exclusive Antinous Society on the outskirts of Berlin. While he's introduced to powerful moguls who could make his professional dreams come true, the realities of what men must do for membership into this ancient, elite world leave him wondering if it's worth the sacrifice. But Peter soon learns that sacrifice is the very right to say no.

The Berlin Tales are a collection of short erotic fantasies centered on the gay men who populate Berlin, the capital of kink.

Slaves Have No Right to Say No is a 13,000-word short story.

Inside was more like a modern sex club than a Roman dungeon. Vinyl covered boxes, netted rigging and stacked black barrels beneath a dim red light created a sex-fueled atmosphere of twisting passageways that stretched deep into the darkness. Two distinct ways were laid out just beyond this wide entrance area through the plastic where half a dozen black hoods like myself milled around the three white-hood candidate members strategically placed in a receiving position.

Directly in front of me, kneeling on a vinyl bench was the man I’d noticed upstairs with all the tattoos on his chest. They also extended to his back; a large pair of detailed angel wings stared directly at me. The tattoo extended down to his ass cheeks with a gothic devil on one side and an angel on the other, both pointing towards his hole which waited for whoever might want. There were red vested servers here too. One scurried forward carrying what looked like an oil lamp. Without any warning, he inserted the tip of the lamp into the kneeling man’s rectum and tipped it up, then pulled it out and wiped the slick runoff from the spout with a damp towel.

Immediately, a tall Scandinavian man in a black hood like mine walked right up to the tattooed white hood guy, took his ample foot long cock in one hand and slid straight into the kneeling man. I didn’t even hear the whimper I expected, or even a scream as the black hooded man started thumping away.

It wasn’t actually easy to hear much because of the commotion over to the right. In a corner lined with rope and rigging, a barrel-chested Black man, a broad-shouldered white man and one heavy set Middle Easterner had a white-hooded, stick-thin Caucasian lad held over a barrel. This white hood had been the smallest guy of the lineup on stage. Barely a five-foot-five twink, he was completely stretched out. The broad-shouldered guy held onto his emaciated arms and had actually lifted the guy’s hood up to his nose so he could fuck his smooth cheeked mouth. Me and the few other black hoods milling around could all hear the young white hood horrendously choking on the top’s ample dick.

But that was probably because the Black guy at the back was ripping into his ass and shoving his tiny throat even deeper onto the front guy’s cock. The guy at the back had one heavy leg up on the barrel as his thick, tennis racket-like hands gripped white thighs like a couple of chicken drumsticks.

He was fucking the absolute life out of the guy in his hands. I’d never seen anything like it. Not even in the most messed up porn one finds when nothing else will satisfy but to see a twink utterly destroyed. Us watching could all see how thick the Black guy’s veiny dick was fucking him. In fact, although the bottom’s stomach was laid out across the barrel, one could actually see a slight bulge pop into his abdomen with every thrust.

The same could be said for the lad’s throat. The man at the front had amped up the pressure. He now gripped the white hood, still covering the bottom’s eyes, and violently fucked into his skull while phlegm dripped from the sides of his overstuffed mouth and even shot out his nose. The Middle Eastern guy meanwhile egged on his fellow tops, groaning along with them, pinching the bottom’s nipples, smacking his ass cheeks while gently stroking his own cock. I was worried that he wanted to double stuff the bottom lad when clearly there was no room at either end.

The Lustful Lie (The Masked Master #1)

Posted on July 1, 2021 by indieerotica

Adrian is an eighteen-year-old virgin twink who likes older men. But he doesn’t just want to be with them; he wants to submit to them. BDSM has appealed to him for quite some time, and he intends to make his kinky fantasies come true, one nervous step at a time. Anything to lose his virginity and gain some experience.

Enter Sir, the first man Adrian meets. It’s supposed to be an adventurous hookup tonight with no strings attached, and Adrian is nervously ready for it. After all, Sir doesn’t have a profile picture on the app they met on, and there’s certainly no way to see his face in his pitch-dark house. Touching, smelling, and tasting are all that Adrian can rely on, as well as hearing the kind of deep voice that sends him over the edge (in a good way, of course). He simply hasn’t earned the privilege to see Sir’s mysterious face, but it’s also part of the intrigue that both frustrates and excites Adrian.

But what Sir doesn’t know is that Adrian is completely inexperienced and a terrible liar. The skinny little twink who’s never been kissed boldly claimed to be otherwise upon meeting Sir online. How exactly would this play out when Sir expected a different experience? Anything but having to teach Adrian a thing or two. Besides, lying deserves a punishment, doesn’t it?

The only thing certain is that it’s going to be one interesting night.

The Lustful Lie is a 3,600-word short story and part one of a five-part series.

I observed the man’s house some more. It was a quaint bungalow that really didn’t seem all that special, like any other in Michigan, including my home. Judging by the windows just above the ground, there was a basement. The porch was small but had a couple of plants hanging from under the awning. It all looked picturesque; ironic because of a kinky man living inside.

I sighed. The dizziness got to me and caused my heart to pound. I had to be brave, though. It was finally my chance to lose my virginity when just about every other man rejected me or showed no interest without stating so. Maybe it was my dorky profile picture in dim lighting. I never felt comfortable taking photos in clear lighting to where my face could be seen more.

I trudged toward the cemented pathway leading to the porch and climbed the few steps leading to the entrance. By then, my palms were moist, my forehead was slightly damp, and I felt more lightheaded. My stomach tightened too. Still, I could do it.

I opened the screen door to knock on the main wooden one until the main door opened and startled me. I couldn’t see a thing through the pitch darkness.

“Adrian?” It was a deep and butch voice that threatened to erect me, sexier than my dull, medium-pitch one with the occasional crack.

I nodded and gave the unseen man a polite wave like the dork I was.

After just seconds of awkward silence, he quickly grabbed my arm, pulled me into the darkness, and shut the door.

My heart pumped even faster than ever. Was it the end? Was I going to die? I didn’t even get to say “I love you” to my parents, and what about—

He pulled me into his strong arms and planted a tender kiss on my neck, his short facial hair tickling me a little. “You’re a real cutie, you know that?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat, and my heart slowed down from his affection and soft tone. I was safe, after all. Though, I couldn’t see a thing, and it drove me nuts. “H-hi.”

“Hi.” His voice really was sexy, though. It erected me.

“What’s…your name?”

The man turned me around, pressed himself against my backside, and gave me another kiss on the neck. “You don’t need to know that. You are to call me Sir at all times and nothing else. Got it, boy?”

Crap. Where were things even headed? Still, I didn’t dare be disobedient now that he’d hardened his tone in a stern way and had instantly done away with the soft affection I already missed. “O-kay.”

“Okay, what?” His tone wasn’t angry, though, just stern.

“Okay, S-Sir.”

“Use the word ‘yes’, don’t use ‘okay’ with me.”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” He turned me back around to face him, not that I could see a thing in the pitch-dark room. “We’re going to have some real fun tonight. I already have everything planned.”

The Sick Love of Brotherly Lookalikes

Posted on June 25, 2021June 25, 2021 by indieerotica

Two sick-minded guys meet online and fall in love. It's the kinky, dirty stuff that keeps their lust-fuelled relationship going, especially the fact that they look so alike that they could be brothers, easing them into some pseudo-incest role-play.

Until now, they've always been apart, but today's the day they meet in person for the first time. Will that same lust-fuelled love still be there? Will they slip as easily into their taboo kinks in person as they do online?

They rent a hotel room and give in to all their dirtiest fantasies. It clicks. Everything clicks. It's even hotter in person than it is online. So much so that they consider a fast-forward move to make things permanent. After all, their in-person incestuous role-play and brotherly bond create a whole new kind of instalove...

Naked bodies included.

The Sick Love of Brotherly Lookalikes is a 10,000-word short story.

Derek formed a slight frown but gave me a tender kiss on the lips. “Many times my words don’t show how I really feel. And look at us now. We finally met, and we’re clearly in love with each other. Don’t you see, Kiefer? I still love you like I did back then. I never stopped loving you. If anything, I love you even more now.”

I sniffled and wiped my tears. Then, I nodded and returned his tender kiss. “I love you even more too, Derek.” This romance, as beautiful and heavenly it was, made me horny for him, my concerns melting away for the moment. “I want to make love with you.”

That put a stronger smile on his face. His smiles never failed to lift my heart. Everything about him filled me with wonder, as if I was being entranced by a mysterious charm that he didn’t always realize he had. “Then, let’s make love.”

We started getting undressed, and when we were naked, we studied each other’s bodies. He had a furry body unlike my smoother one. With his build, he could probably be considered an otter, and a sexy one at that. His hard dick was six inches in length like mine.

Despite being hard myself, I tried not to let my low self-esteem get to me because of my body being thicker than his and out of shape. I knew he loved me for me. I knew it because he’d fallen for me even before he’d seen what I looked like, because our connection was strong enough to form this special bond we had. Ironically, I was shallow when it came to looks, even though personality meant a lot to me.

Derek smiled at me again. Then, he turned around to climb on the king-size bed to my right, giving me a peek of his hot ass with furry cheeks, just like I’d seen in the few photos he’d sent me. He lay on his back and stroked his dick with his right hand, his eyes locking with mine to confirm how comfortable he already was with me.

I followed and stopped at the edge of the bed to shift my gaze to his beautiful body, his beautiful dick, and back to his beautiful face. I gasped lightly but with so much emotion because of the fact that this was really happening. We hadn’t just met in person; we were on the verge of making love.

Derek gave me a gentle shush while still gazing into my eyes. “It’s okay, Kiefer. Calm down. You have me now. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

I nodded and tried hard to contain my overemotional state. I finally got on the bed and lay beside him to his left side, stroking my dick with my left hand.

Derek smiled again and reached for my lips for a deep kiss. He slid his tongue inside to find mine, and we made out again.

A Related Pair for Two (Beachboy Twink Twins #3)

Posted on June 17, 2021 by indieerotica

First, the twinky Ken doll twins had a hookup with a silver daddy. Then, they had a hookup with a twunk. Now, Trent and Tyde have defied all odds by discovering the solution to their exclusivity problem as beyond just brothers. Lovers for life in a way that no other person could make them feel.

Well, except the whole time, there's been a blood-related crush for each. Trent has always wanted their beautifully-modelesque cousin, while Tyde has always wanted their hot and fit grandpa. Little do they know that the twins' exclusive romance could be put to the test when they get a secret invite to a peculiar family meeting.

Could Trent's and Tyde's feelings for their respective family crushes return and cause drama? Sometimes, looks really can be deceiving, and the twins just might be in for a rude (and raw) awakening.

But could there be a new solution to their family problems? Just how much are Trent and Tyde willing to fight for their exclusive love?

A Related Pair for Two is a 7,000-word short story.

As horny and tempted as I was, I really just wanted Trent. But maybe this would be a first-and-last situation. Maybe we could run away somewhere together. I didn’t want to be stuck in this sex club because it put my relationship with Trent in jeopardy.

Crayden kissed me some more while groping my ass, his finger nearing my hole. “I’ve fantasized about fucking you hard like the nasty slut you are.” Then, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “And I mean in that the best way. In fact, I’d love for you to be a slut for me. I’m willing to break the rules and let you have your thing with Trent only if you serve me and give me sex whenever I want. Maybe come stay with me in my apartment one of these days?”

Ugh, of course. Even if it’d been Gramps the one to offer this, I’d still struggle because neither of them was anything like I’d imagined. As much as I wanted to let Gramps fuck me, what I’d felt for him for so long started to crack. Just watching him enjoying my twin like they were lovers didn’t sit well with me. Well, Trent wasn’t into it. I knew reluctance when I saw it.

Trent whispered something into Gramps’ ear. What was he saying to him?

Gramps sighed. “Very well. But just this once and only because I like you enough.” What could he be talking about?

I gave Trent a puzzled look, and his smile was oddly authentic for a situation like this.

Gramps let go of him and cleared his throat at me and Crayden to get us to separate. “Just for today, I’m going to fuck Tyde and Crayden will fuck Trent.”

My eyebrows rose, and I quickly knew why Trent had done this. He knew there was no way out. So, he’d decided to make the experience more tolerable for us. God, I loved him.

“Get on the bed, you two,” Gramps said. “On all fours.” Was he annoyed, reluctant, what? It was sad that he didn’t really want me like I’d wanted him for years. I knew I’d enjoy the sex, but would he?

Trent and I got on the nearest bed, and the bedding was very soft and comfy. I could picture myself sleeping here. Though, I liked my bed better because I was used to it. (Well, my and Trent’s beds because we shared each other’s while keeping the door locked.)

Gramps and Crayden shared a bottle of lube from an end table near them, and they positioned themselves right behind us. Neither of them looked particularly motivated. They’d been much more so before the switch, which really spoke volumes. What a shame. Oh, well. At least I still got to have that big granddaddy cock.

I kissed Trent and smiled. “Thanks,” I whispered.

He smiled and nuzzled my face with his like we were two deer, eventually kissing me in return.

“How serious is it between you guys?” Crayden asked, looking confused.

I’d always defend my love for Trent when confronted about it. We might’ve hidden it in general, but once out in the open, my defense was up. “Very. Inseparable too. No way to break us apart.”

A Twunk Top for Two (Beachboy Twink Twins #2)

Posted on June 10, 2021June 10, 2021 by indieerotica

The tables have turned between the twinky Ken doll twins, and now it's Trent's turn to enjoy a hookup. After their first and only encounter with a silver daddy, it's time for a hot twunk to make Trent happy, much to Tyde's reluctance. After all, they have different tastes: Trent prefers jocks and twunks his age, while Tyde prefers daddies and granddaddies. The exception is each other.

If only they weren't total bottoms. If only they didn't have such a prestigious reputation to uphold because of their billionaire last name. Otherwise, they would've been exclusive by now and not have to worry about their clashing hookup experiences. And since they do everything together, hooking up on their own is out of the question.

Still, Tyde is always willing to make Trent happy because that's his broby. Lucky for Tyde, he can still enjoy Trent. But unlike their previous silver daddy hookup, this one is quite different. It's not so much that it's a twunk this time, but rather, an eye-opener that could change the twins' romantic lives for good.

And possibly bring them closer than they've ever been before.

A Twunk Top for Two is a 5,500-word short story.

We did have to hide the sexual and romantic facets of our brotherhood, though. While incest was legal here, it was still heavily frowned upon. I couldn’t imagine life with my own twin in it. We weren’t just brothers; we were lovers for life. We didn’t actually feel shame; we just had a pristine reputation to uphold because of our billions-worth Peenthicke last name. Granted, we weren’t the most well-known like our granduncle Bob was as the governor of Cestin Island, as well as his wife, kids, and grandkids. But our uppity family would never approve of incest. Thankfully, we were openly gay with no issues.

Crayden randomly came to mind, probably because of incest. He was a cousin who was a beautiful fashion model already with his own reality show at only twenty.

“You think I should ever call Crayden on the phone one day?” I asked.

Tyde shrugged. “You can try, but he’ll most likely be busy. You still want him bad.” There was no jealousy, though. We were practically in an open relationship despite being lovers.

“I do! Mugh, it’s so frustrating because he’s the only one besides you I’ve ever wanted as more than just sex.”

“I know the feeling, broby. I still can’t get over Gramps.”

I frowned, wishing Gramps weren’t straight and married, if just for Tyde. Gramps was a fitness coach and the owner of a gym Tyde and I had worked out in plenty of times. Even though I’d never be able to feel an iota of what Tyde felt for him, Gramps was in the best of shape for a man his age. Maybe part of it was because he kind of resembled Harrison Ford in the face, except with dark-blue eyes.

“And that anaconda of a cock,” Tyde said. “God, what I’d do to suck the daddy milk out of that big meat.”

I tittered. “I’d do the same with Crayden.”

“You’d have a better shot with him than me with Gramps. You guys at least fooled around.”

“Yeah, when we were little, which was mostly humping. He’s most likely straight since he’s had so many girlfriends.”

Tyde formed a devious grin. “Let’s invite them for a guys’ night out and get wasted so we can all fuck.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like that will ever happen. Besides, I’d never want to have sex while drunk. I’d want to enjoy it naturally.”

“True.”

We reached the spot where the small bonfire was. And there he was, the brunet twunk with brown eyes, a sun-kissed tan, and a hot body that was both thin and muscled, just like in the pic. He stood to my right. What a boner-making hottie. I’d love to do all sorts of naughty things with him.

The blond guy who stood to the twunk’s left was probably his buddy. He had an average build but with a cute face, definitely our age. He was kind of dreamy in a fresh-face, all-American, boy-next-door type of way. I imagined he wasn’t attracted to me and Tyde, at least not in the way I was.

“Hey,” we said at the same time.

My heart raced. What an experience this would be. Not only would Tyde and I have sex with the twunk, but we’d do it in front of someone else. I’d always had sex in private, even though I’d only been with Tyde and the silver daddy from last week. Sex had never been something I’d consider doing in public…-ish? Where would we do it tonight?

“Damn, you’re both hot,” the twunk said with a horny grin.

“Trent thinks so too,” Tyde said, smirking. “He wants to suck your big cock.”

My eyes bulged. Oh. My. God. Tyde! I gave him a narrowed look, my lips pursing.

“What, you do!” Trent winked. “Your red face proves it.”

My heart rate sped up.

The twunk chuckled. “I look forward to that ass. I’m Kenny, by the way. This is Zacky. He’ll be watching us and getting off from a distance, but try not to talk to him or even look at him during the fuck, okay? Just pretend he’s not here.”