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Wrestling for Dominance at the Dungeon Games (The Berlin Underground #2)

Posted on August 24, 2021 by indieerotica

Peter is now an official candidate for the Antinous Society, but that doesn't make life any easier. As he dismisses romantic overtures from Mark, Peter joins an app to find a quick and easy hook up in the public toilets. But the man behind the divider is not just an up and coming politician, he's a direct competitor in the dungeon games, an exclusive event which will determine rankings for the coming trials to join the Antinous Society. Peter faces stiff competition at the dungeon games, forced to fight for a place as an alpha or beta. But will it even matter, as the competition's betas are expected to turn the supposed doms into quivering submissives as Berlin's fabled underground dungeon games begin.

Wrestling for Dominance at the Dungeon Games is a 12,000-word short story.

“Please welcome,” the referee announced into a booming microphone, “number two!” A round of cheers and applause—twice as loud as for me—erupted as a man jogged confidently into the ring and waved to his adoring fans. My heart plunged. Who else would it be but Andreas Bareiß. The politician waved to his fans with powerful muscled arms, smoothing back blond hair while flashing a vote-winning grin. Bareiß didn’t even acknowledge me. Perhaps he didn’t remember? Certainly he hadn’t seen me as I’d sucked his ample cock through a glory hole, and during our interview in the car, he’d spoken more into the selfie camera of his mobile phone than directly to me.

“Ranked number two in the entire dungeon underground,” the referee said, “the protege of the Dungeon Master himself will face off against the unranked newcomer for tonight’s Dungeon Games opener.” I wasn’t listening. Bareiß was doing warmups: stretching his legs and arms and cracking knuckles. I copied him exactly. Move for move, and looked like a fool in the process. I didn’t quite know what losing meant, or even what I had to do to win, but there was one seat left by the hooded and cuffed men, and one seat next to the victorious-looking ones. I knew which seat Bareiß intended to take.

“Standard penetration match rules,” the referee said, locking the hexagon’s door, with him on the outside. “You win by inserting your penis into your opponent’s mouth two times in a row, for at least ten seconds. Or once into your opponent's anus for a full thirty seconds. The penis must be inserted up to the testicles and must remain fully inside your opponent until the whistle is blown. A double whistle means the challenge or attempt is invalid, and you must return to the starting position. Ejaculation results in immediate disqualification.”

“Um, excuse me,” I chased him around the outside of the cage. “How do we forfeit?” The referee just laughed. I supposed ejaculation.

“Gentleman, place your bets now.”

There was a flurry of activity from the crowd. Karl was leading a small but boisterous group who were all yelling and shouting down the rest of the crowd who clearly backed Herr Bareiß. As scared as I felt, if Karl and his crew hadn't been there, drumming up even the smallest amount of support, I would have vaulted over the mesh walls and made a run for it.

Bareiß had me in his sights. A glowing look of recognition passed through blue eyes. A blond eyebrow raised. I felt he was about to say something when the whistle blew. The crowd cheered and I was thrust into some Roman-esque games more at home in a Colosseum than a Berlin sex dungeon. Bareiß edged around the mat, dancing on bare feet, arms up. No one told me this wasn’t a contact sport, so I rested on my years of forced rugby at high school in London and made a running tackle. In a flurry of shocked shouts from the crowd, the man who might be the next Chancellor of Germany fell flat on his back. I was on top, legs straddling his body. What the hell was I supposed to do now? Instinct told me to punch him in the face, but Karl, who’d rushed down to the front, shouted:

“Put your dick in his mouth!”

Spring Break With Dad

Posted on August 20, 2021 by indieerotica

It’s college spring break for nineteen-year-old Jeff, and he’s about to have the ride of his life. But instead of spending the whole week with his jock buddies in the city, he decides to drive to his dad’s little cabin in the middle of nowhere. It’s not just a typical family reunion with Dad. They have some unfinished business to get back to. What started all hot and heavy last New Year’s left them torn, frustrated, and distant…

Until now, that is.

Jeff’s in love with his own dad, and he’ll do anything to prove it. It’s a good thing he retained his butt virginity aside from adult toys of various sizes. There’s only one special man in his life who deserves to be his real first.

After all, Dad is Jeff’s happily ever after.

Spring Break With Dad is a 3,300-word short story.

Deep in the lush woods and through the private gravel road, I finally reached the small, humble cabin and parked my decent-looking car behind Dad’s rusty, red truck on his excuse of a driveway. With my jersey jacket on, I grabbed my travel backpack and stepped out. My heart beat harder than ever the closer I approached the front door. I shivered a little since it still didn’t feel like spring yet, what with being this far north near Lake Superior.

The door opened, and there he was: tall and trim, dark-haired and brown-eyed, tanned from the sun, and as muscled and rugged as ever for a forty-year-old. He’d gotten a buzzcut months ago, his hair now grown out, and his full beard had also grown since his last clean shave. God, he was so handsome that I turned into a molten mess every time I saw him. We looked so much alike, except I was more of a lean jock with a bigger bubble butt, and he was more of a lean lumberjack who towered over me.

“Glad you came, Jeff.” That husky voice, just like mine, but sexier to my ears. A hint of a smile on his face was easy to capture in the dimness. Now that he was getting older, he started resembling Grandpa more, who was also hot in his own right.

“Are you?” I was only partly joking.

Dad looked around the woods, gently pulled me inside, and shut the door. We stood in the living room, away from the small windows. The woodstove served as the only lighting. He pulled me closer to him for a tight hug, giving me his intoxicatingly natural scent of musk. “Of course, I am. I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” I gave him a squeeze. “We have to talk, though.” My heart pounded for a while because it just wasn’t normal for us to be like this.

“I know. I had a feeling you couldn’t let it go. And frankly, neither could I. I think about you every single day, Jeff.”

“Same.” I let go halfway, partially in his arms, enough to look at his serious expression. I gazed into his beautifully brown eyes that drove me nuts in a way I shouldn’t have been feeling. “I can’t help how I feel.” My voice threatened to crack.

Dad sighed. “I know, son, but it’s wrong. We should’ve never done what we did. I should’ve never allowed it to happen.”

“But it happened. It’s too late to go back.”

“Is it?” He looked hopeful.

I gave him a nod and took the hand of his that wasn’t holding me so that I could hold it in mine. I slid my fingers in between his larger ones and toyed with them. “I’ve tried dating other guys, Dad, but it’s useless. Same shit, different guy. You’re the one I want. And don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way because I remember your confession very well.”

“I was drunk.”

“But you meant it.” I knew Dad had meant it when he’d told me himself that he’d been in love with me, the words I’d wanted to hear for so long.

There was a long pause, but he never looked away from me the whole time. He looked like he was trying to face me with courage.

My eyes watered. “Don’t lie to me, Dad. Please?”

His eyes watered as well, and he pulled me back toward him for the tightest hug ever, bursting into tears. He sobbed like the baby he rarely acted like. “I did mean it. With all my heart. Because I’m a sick man! I’m sick, Jeff, sick!”

“Then so am I.” I loved that Dad showed his emotions with me and not to anyone else, but I needed him to collect himself to make this trip less depressing. This time, I wanted more than what we’d had on New Year’s Eve, and sober too. “Dad, please don’t cry. It’s not like you groomed me or tried anything inappropriate when I was a minor. We’re adults. We’re men. Everything’s consensual.”

He didn’t say another word, just cries of shame.

I let go and took his hand to lead him into his moonlit room while he still cried. It was the only bedroom in the small cabin. The whole place was rustic and country-themed, except more fitting to a single man who didn’t always care about tidiness, especially with random junk lying around. There was a tiny room next to his with nothing but a twin bed and a small nightstand, next to the equally-tiny bathroom, but I knew I wouldn’t be using it during my stay here. I had other plans instead.

I undid Dad’s cowboy-style jeans and got on my knees. I could faint at any second from what I was about to do. My heart beat faster and faster, vibrating through my ears until my face flushed hot. But I’d still do this because I wanted to.

“Jeff, what are you doing?” But he didn’t stop me. He also stopped crying, just sniffling a few times.

I ignored him and pulled his dick out.

Daddy Bear’s Horny Slut Son

Posted on August 12, 2021August 12, 2021 by indieerotica

As a teen jock with a perfect body, Rudy has become superficial—if he’s going to do stuff with a guy, it would have to be a guy as hot as himself. Guys like…his older brother, who Rudy secretly idolizes. One thing’s for sure, guys like his dad—older, grayer, and somewhat resembling Santa Claus—are definitely not his type.

All that changes, though, when he finds out that his dad’s job as a massage therapist is specifically as an erotic massage therapist…and that he’s been erotically massaging Rudy’s older brother for a while now. This revelation has Rudy’s mind going in overdrive and soon he’s undressing so his dad can give him some much-needed relief. After all, if it’s good enough for his brother, it’s good enough for him.

Rudy is about to discover just how magical his dad is with his hands.

Daddy Bear’s Horny Slut Son is a 3,500-word short story.

Now, I was getting more erect, and I still couldn’t understand why. What was it like to have an erotic massage with a happy ending? I’d never even had sex or been kissed. Nick probably had, though. He’d been popular in high school, enough for it to be believable. I’d never seen him with a girlfriend, though. Maybe he was gay like me. After all, Cestin Island was very gay-friendly for being a U.S. territory. Either way, it made me want to gain experience so that I could be more like Nick. I’d always wanted to be like him because he was awesome. (And really hot in a Shawn Mendes sort of way, and I was similar, thanks to Mom’s Spanish genes.)

“Would it help if I stripped too? Maybe take the anxiety or shyness away?”

My eyes bulged. Was Dad serious? My dick got even harder than ever. What was going on? It wasn’t like I wanted my dad, but I was getting horny for no reason. Was it the challenge? Maybe it really was true about going days without jerking off. Maybe horny power really did mess with my head. I’d heard about hot guys messing around with ugly ones when horny enough, and straight guys too.

“Or how about I tell you a little secret that might make you relax more? Promise me it stays between us?”

I gave Dad a quick nod. “I promise. You know I’m not a rat.”

“I know, just making sure. Well, the truth is, Nick gets a massage from me quite often. And naked too.”

My mouth dropped. “Really?”

“Yep. Nudity isn’t a big deal, and I’d rather him come to me for massages than elsewhere. Besides, in his case, he gets hurt a lot around his back, arms, legs…and other places too.”

Other places? That made the head of my dick peek out of the waistband of my jockstrap. Great. Dad could really see my erection now.

But he just chuckled, making me realize how open he actually was and how unnecessarily prudish I was being. “You’re a horny teen, just like your brother and just like I was when I was your age.”

Nick did seem like he could be horny since we jerked off together. Why hadn’t we ever done anything, though? Did he think it’d be weird even though incest was legal here? Or maybe he really was straight?

“So, Rudy. Ready for the massage?”

I nodded and found myself taking off my jockstrap. At this point, if Nick did it, then I would too. I’d do anything he told me to; it didn’t matter what it was. Maybe I really was more on the submissive side.

“That’s my boy.” Then, Dad shifted his gaze to my erection. “You have a real nice cock too. Almost as big as mine and about the same as Nick’s.”

The Secret Fisting Academy (The Berlin Underground #1)

Posted on August 10, 2021 by indieerotica

After a night spent with Mark and his friends at a live porn show where Peter wins the chance to fist the famous porn star Dolf, Peter is one step closer to deciding to join the Antinous Society. But it's not so easy. He must first impress one of Berlin's underground masters in order to progress his application, and decides the fisting route is the least bad of all the options on the table. All Peter has to do is survive a night at Berlin's secret fisting academy, but that is easier said than done.

The Secret Fisting Academy is an 11,800-word short story.

“Number four-nine-five!” a voiceover said in English. People started to look under their drinks.

“I’m four-nine-seven,” Mark said. “Quick,” he said to me. “Check under yours.”

Sure enough, under my glass was a small strip of plastic stuck to the bottom with the lucky numbers.

“Oh God,” I said, “what now?” Dolf had inserted a random fan’s beer bottle into his ass, and given it back for him to drink. Although I could respect his talent, if having a wide-open hole could be considered as such, but I was hardly a fan. I had a flashback to Noah and my night at a Berlin bar when a young twink got fisted on stage. My body shivered with the thought Dolf might do the same to me. “I don’t want to get fucked on stage,” I yelled to Mark.

“Just get up there,” he said, and started pointing at me so the whole warehouse knew who the lucky winner was. Gulping, I had no choice but to make my way to the stage, surrounded by perfect bodies and mean, jealous eyes.

“What’s your name?” the famous Dolf asked me. He smelled like lube and poppers.

“Peter.” The crowd applauded, but I could feel their hate. I was more nervous to upset them than disappoint Dolf. The dildos had been cleared and Dolf mounted the table, readying himself on all fours, snapping the straps of the jockstrap cupping his round ass.

“Roll up your sleeve,” said his leather-bound assistant. With nowhere to run, I did just that. He unfurled a black silicone glove, long enough to birth a calf. With all the tenderness of a doctor’s office, the assistant raised my arm and slid the leather sheath over it. The crowd edged closer as I saw Dolf take a blast of poppers and realized what was about to happen. They wanted me to fist Dolf.

“Are you ready, Peter?” Dolf yelled to the crowd.

“Um…” My glove was slathered in lube as Dolf shuffled backwards. His hole beckoned. It didn’t look very open, but the crowd was starting to chant and clap their hands in time.

“Come on, Peter, give me your best shot. Who wants to see me get fist fucked?”

The crowd cheered. I had no choice. Sucking in an anxious breath, I approached with one gloved finger. It slid straight in. Dolf arched his back and pushed into me. I didn’t even have to move for his ass to expand around my knuckles.

“Fist him, fist him,” the crowd chanted.

“Punch my hole open, Peter.”

What was I to do? I withdrew the half of my hand already inside, and more lube was squeezed on. Dolf pulled his cheeks apart and showed me the open target. I made a fist to the crowd, and they cheered. Tightening my grip, I held onto one of Dolf’s ass cheeks for support, then hurled my fist straight at his hole.

Beachboy Twink Twins: The Complete Series 3-Pack Bundle

Posted on August 6, 2021August 6, 2021 by indieerotica

Twink twins Trent and Tyde have always been madly in love with each other, and have been sexually exclusive with each other for a long time. Now they’re opening up their relationship to other men.

The only problem? One likes older men and the other likes men their own age.

In this scorching-hot taboo bundle, Trent and Tyde take on a silver daddy and a twunk top, and then get pulled into a taboo secret as they indulge in a related pair of men.

Beachboy Twink Twins: The Complete Series 3-Pack Bundle is a 17,500-word collection of the three previously-published stories in this series, including A Silver Daddy for Two, a Twunk Top for Two, and A Related Pair for Two.

We lay on our flat bellies with large, blue towels beneath us and barely any space between us because we never smothered each other enough. Tyde was the love of my life, and I was his. Sadly, we were both total bottoms, and sex was pretty damn important in life. Okay, we made out a lot, which was hot, and we sucked and swallowed each other because it felt good, as well as deepthroating and rimming. But when it came time to top each other? Barely hard, barely inside. Yeah, we’d tried multiple times and failed. Our cocks had kept deflating and slipping out of our tight holes. Would that make us demi-virgins back there since we’d managed only the heads of our penises? Who knew?

I smiled at Tyde and gave him a dreamy expression with no shame. “Are we still going through with the plan?”

He grinned, his eyes captivating me every time. “Yeah, Trent. Don’t be a little shyball now. There’s no backing out now. We didn’t douche the shit out of our asses for nothing.” He winked.

“I know,” I muttered, trying to mask a frown. I wasn’t against hooking up at all. It was just that we’d never been with others before, just each other, so it made me more nervous than I probably should’ve been. “But how are we going to do this?”

“Well? We just spot the first daddy we can find and voila. Fucked as new.”

“But why does it have to be a daddy?” I stifled a groan. I actually didn’t mind older men, depending on how they looked, but I wasn’t super crazy about them like Tyde was, and I especially didn’t like to call them Daddy. I much preferred someone closer to me in age like my cousin Crayden who was a beautiful fashion model already with his own reality show at only twenty. Mugh, it was bad enough that Tyde and I were a bit tallish for being bottoms since many tops seemed to prefer shorter guys. Crayden was at least taller than me, not that he’d ever see anything in me. We’d only touched and humped each other a few times during our childhood, so he was probably still as straight as I’d known him to be.

“We’ll have someone closer to our age the next time, okay?”

I sighed. “Okay.”

“Hey, cheer up, broby.” Tyde flashed his perfectly white teeth, something we’d been great about managing. We really were like twinkie Ken dolls, or so many people had told us online.

“What if he has a huge penis?” Mugh, I didn’t even want to think about taking a monster or anaconda up the butt.

Tyde sighed and rolled his eyes. “Please say ‘cock’, my love.”

“No,” I said in a whiny tone.

“Do it, Trent. Make your brother proud.” Tyde smirked.

“I don’t want to.”

“Do it. Please?” He wasn’t letting it go.

I pouted, and it took me a moment. “C-c…c-cock…” I muttered, barely saying it.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I didn’t say anything. It felt so dirty and weird to say bad words. I was able to have all the filthy sex I wanted, yet I couldn’t utter a single vulgar word.

“We’re going to work on that this summer. When we start hooking up more, I want you to say nothing but filth while getting fucked in that hot little ass of yours.”

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.”