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Seduced By My Best Friend’s Dad

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Jay has a crush on Richard, his best friend’s dad. Richard is older, very masculine, cares about Jay, and is extremely sexy. There are just the problems of Richard being straight, married, and the father of Jay’s life-long best friend.

When Richard takes his son and Jay on a camping trip to celebrate turning eighteen, becoming men, and taking their first steps into the adult world, Jay struggles to contain his lust. Hitting on Richard would ruin the camping trip and destroy his friendship.

But when his friend takes ill and Jay and Richard enjoy some bonding time alone, it becomes clear that Jay isn’t the only one in the thrall of forbidden desires. A relaxing camping trip soon turns into a series of sweaty, erotic encounters, as Jay and Richard stoke this fire burning between them.

Seduced by My Best Friend’s Dad is a 30,000-word novella.

Still not breaking eye contact with Richard, Jay willed his fingers back to life, massaging Richard’s upper thigh. With every squeeze of his fingers, he moved his hand half an inch closer to that patch of ball skin. With every passing moment, he felt the tension build in both of them, like he was waiting for Richard to call him a pervert or Richard was waiting for Jay to burst out laughing at the prank. But then his fingertips brushed against that warm, soft, wrinkled, hairy skin, and the tension deflated from both of them.

“Jay...” Richard said, his voice a mere whisper. It was filled with lust and need, happiness and contentment. He wanted this — needed this.

Jay brushed the skin, rubbing his fingers back and forth, then carefully worked his hand under Richard’s shorts and boxers. Soon he had one meaty ball rolling between his fingers. It was almost plum-sized, firm and round. He squeezed the ball lightly, tugged it gently, and Richard let out a low moan, falling back on his elbows on the rock, head cast back. Jay eased his other hand in the other pant leg and grabbed Richard’s other ball, giving it the same massage treatment. He rubbed both balls, smoothing out the skin, holding them firm in his grasp. The long bulge in the middle of the pile of fabric at Richard’s crotch twitched.

Shifting to grasp both balls in one hand, Jay slid his fingers reverently up the length of Richard’s cock, watching the man’s face for any reaction that this was going too far. But Richard was too far gone, too lost in the heat of the moment to ever say no — Jay knew he had Richard, that the man was putty in his hands, but that he had willingly and knowingly put himself there.

He still didn’t understand it — Richard was straight and married and the very fact that Jay was his son’s best friend should have put up some immediate boundaries, placed him off limits. But those boundaries were obviously being ignored. The almost father-son relationship they’d developed over the years also wasn’t a boundary that could stop them. If anything, that closeness only added to the intimacy of the moment. Jay was giving pleasure to the man he’d looked up to all these years.

Human Urinal (Piss-Loving Boys #2)

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Some time later — I have no idea how much time had passed — I woke with a groan. I jolted, suddenly remembering what had happened. Fuck, my head hurt. I opened my eyes, blinking several times against the harsh lighting.

Was I in the … men’s room?

I tried to bring my hand to my head, to see if I was bleeding, but I couldn’t move my hand more than an inch or two. I looked over and it took a moment to understand what I was seeing. There was rope circled around my wrist, and the other end of it was tied to one of the heavy pipes above the trough urinal.

I looked to my other hand and found it was tied just the same. My feet, too, were tied up, one tied to a stall wall and the other tied to the bottom of a sink.

And I was naked.

And I was sitting in the urinal trough.

“Whuh thu fhu?” I said. What? Through the pain that still flooded my head, I felt something strange … straps tied around my head and in my mouth was a metal … thing … to keep my mouth wide open.

The panic that had been building suddenly boiled over. I struggled against the ropes and screamed. What the fuck was going on? Did that troll do this to me? Fuck, I had to get out of there. I had to go to the cops and get the fucker arrested. I had to—

“Well … well … well…” I heard a voice say. I realized it was the troll who’d decked me, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. Slow, heavy footsteps echoed through the men’s room and I saw — what was his name … Brent? — come around the stalls toward me. “Someone’s awake.”

New rage surged through me. Once I got free of these ropes, I’d kill the motherfucker. I struggled against them, hoping one of them — just one of them — was loose enough for me to squeeze my hand out. If I could get one hand free, I’d be able to fight him off and free myself.

Brent sauntered closer, seemingly unafraid and uncaring of the world of pain I was about to inflict on him … if I could only get free. Instead, he reached for the fly of his jeans and opened it up, letting his thick cock flop out. Though it was huge, I was still disgusted because I don’t do grandpa-dick … and the ass-wipe seemed to take delight in my disgust.

If he forced me to suck it, I’d bite it off and spit it out. He’d be sorry he ever messed with me. Then I realized I still had this … thing in my mouth and couldn’t close my jaw. My fear came rushing back as I realized how truly helpless I was. I struggled against the ropes some more, but I still couldn’t gain any space to wriggle my hands or feet out.

Brent came to a stop a foot in front of me, his cock dangling right in front of my face. I looked at it and then up at him. He had a hard glint in his eye — and it terrified me. What the fuck was he going to do? And how the fuck did he get me in here and tied up without anybody seeing? What did he think he was going to do? Rape me and then expect to get away with it?

And then I felt something hot splash on my face. I looked back at his dick and — oh, fuck — piss was streaming out of it and hitting me in the face. I closed me eyes and turned away, but he still aimed his hot stream at my face. It ran down my cheeks and some of it entered my mouth — and because of this, this fucking thing in my mouth, I couldn’t seal my lips. I tasted his salty, tangy piss. God, it was disgusting.

Cougar On The Prowl

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Susan has been a single mom for more than a year now, and she can’t stop lusting for eighteen-year-old Stephen, her son’s best friend. The young man is a soccer jock with a lean, lithe body, and with the way he ogles Susan’s generous curves, she knows he wants her just as bad. She’s been planning to make her move for weeks now, and finally, with her son out of the house, she puts her plan in motion. With only one hour to seduce this hot young man, Susan draws on every trick she can think of, and soon Stephen is helpless as he gives into his desires.

WARNING: This 4,700-word short story contains explicit sex between a hot young man and a seductive older woman that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

He tripped on the piled underwear, crashing into me. I fell backward onto the bed and he fell on top of me, his face landing on my tits. He was touching me—he was on me—my God, this felt so wrong, but also so right. His rock hard cock pressed against my thigh and I held his head tight against me until he started to struggle.

He propped himself above me. “Mrs. Hartwell...”

“Susan,” I reminded him.

“Susan...we can't do this. You—you're Tyler's mom.” His eyes burned with lust and frustration. He wanted this—I just had to convince him it was okay.

“It'll be our little secret,” I said. I stroked my fingers down his cheek, then raised my head to kiss him.

My lips touched his and he flinched from the contact, but pulled him down to me, pressing my mouth hard against his. He didn’t move, but he didn’t try to retreat. He tasted like the salty sweat of young men in their prime. I could feel his resolve weakening, crumbling...and then he kissed me back.

Oh, God, how I've needed this for so long.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down closer to me. He pressed his body hard against me, driving me against the mattress. He opened his mouth and let me push my tongue in. He had the awkward kisses of someone who was inexperienced, but his lust and desire more than made up for it.

Stephen stroked his hand over my head, running his fingers through my hair. I touched his body, his skin burning hot through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. It had been so long since I'd touched a man, even longer since I've touched a man that I desired so much. The last few years with my ex were largely sex-less and completely passion-less. I was like a starving animal, desperate for a meal. Some distant voice in the back of my head told me I'd regret this when my lust burned through, but right now I didn't care. Right now, I needed this.

I brought my hands back up to the sides of his head and guided his lips away from mine, nudging his head south. He kissed me down my jaw and neck, but he slowed when he reached the cleft between my breasts.

Spanked By The Naughty Librarian

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Dale has the hots for Stephanie, the university’s hot librarian, and purposely returns books past their due date just to get a rise out of her. Tonight is different. Stephanie’s patience with Dale has run out and she decides to take matters into her own hands and teach him a lesson. Pulling him into her office, she lays him over his knee and gives him a spanking he’ll never forget — and Dale soon discovers that he likes a little punishment.

WARNING: This 4,300-word short story contains an explicit spanking and sex scene between a young man and an older woman that will leave you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

She sighed with what seemed to be true exasperation. “If you don’t pay your fees, then how are you going to learn your lesson and start returning books on time?” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Like I said before — email or text me with what’s due next week and I’ll bring it on Friday. You’ve got my info in my file.” I picked up my backpack and swung it over my shoulder. Our flirty conversation had pretty much died down; I needed to go find a couple books for my psych paper.

“I have another suggestion,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“Follow me,” she said, then turned and walked away from the counter. “Mark, watch the desk for a bit,” she said to her colleague, not waiting for a reply from him.

I quickly darted around the edge of the counter and followed her. I’d never been on this side of the counter, so I didn’t know what lay in the hallway Stephanie was headed toward. I caught up with her; she had her hand on a doorknob and watched me approach. There was a look in her eye that I couldn’t quite read. I had absolutely no idea what was about to happen — was she going to give me a dressing down? Was she going to come up with some sort of bullshit academic plan that focused on returning books on time? Or was my wild university boy libido correct and she truly had the hots for me? Fuck, I wish. It was probably a conversation about responsibility.

She opened the door and pushed it open. “Go on in,” she said.

I entered the room to find a small office with a couple chairs, a desk, and a pile of books and papers. The plaque on the door read, “Stephanie Loewen, Head Librarian.” So this was her private office. As I sat in the chair facing the desk, I did a quick visual scan of the room, looking for photos of a boyfriend or husband — but the only photo I could find was of a St. Bernard dog. Good sign, I thought. If my wildest fantasy would ever come true, it didn’t seem she was tied down with another guy.

She closed the door, but a second click sound caught my attention and I turned to see her locking the door. I couldn’t fight the swelling of my cock — my erection was returning full-force as my horny imagination ran wild. If this was just a conversation, then why was she locking the door?

She crossed the small space to sit in the big leather chair on the opposite side of the desk. She leaned back and crossed her legs, her skirt riding high on her thigh.

“We need to do something about your bad habit of returning books late,” she said. The playful flirty tone to her voice was gone — what was left sounded stern and strict. That didn’t kill my hard-on, though, as it only seemed to intensify the naughty librarian fantasy I had of her.

“Maybe I need a stern talking-to,” I said, slipping back into the flirty mode we had going on back at the counter.

Stephanie shook her head. “You need something a little more ... impactful,” she said.

I cocked my head, confused about where this was actually going. “Huh?”

She rolled her chair back several inches and sat up straight, uncrossing her legs. She patted her thigh. “Come here,” she said.

I blinked several times. What the fuck? Was my wildest fantasy coming true? “Uh...” was all I could manage to say. I was in shock over the sudden turn of events from fantasy to reality.

“Come here!” she snapped at me.

My eyes widened — maybe this wasn’t the fantasy I’d hoped for. But there was no mistaking the authority in her voice, so I stood up and came around her desk. I started to sit down in her lap.

“No,” she said. “You’re not sitting in my lap — you’re getting a good, solid spanking. Bend over my lap.”

My heart raced with a resurgence of lust. Fuck yes! Fantasy come true! She was going to give me a little paddling on my ass and then for sure we’d end up making out or something. I couldn’t stop grinning as I bent over her lap, ass-up.

She pulled my sweats and briefs down to mid thigh, the cool air of the office caressing my ass and my dick hanging free, resting against her skirt. Oh my fucking God — I was in sex heaven! I couldn’t believe the turn in my luck! Months of flirting and teasing and finally this is happening!

Whap!

Cougar On Patrol

Posted on May 1, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Rachel is in her forties and stuck in a dead-end job as a night security guard, and the only thing that brings her pleasure is the memory of a hot one night stand she had with a young guy a month ago. Alone at work and horny, she takes her pleasure into her own hands … until she realizes she’s not actually alone. Peter, the cute young guy who often works late, is working extra-late today — and when she watches him on the security feed, she can tell he’s just as turned on tonight as she is … and taking his pleasure into his own hands as well. Taking the biggest risk of her life, she decides to go and help, and initiate a chain of seduction that might get her fired, but which most definitely will be unforgettable.

WARNING: This 4,200-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a MILF that will leave you hot and bothered, and it intended for mature adults only.

On the phone’s screen, the jock pulled the MILF to her feet and then bent her over a kitchen counter. He fingered her while kissing the back of her neck, dominating her, turning her into a quivering mass of moans and screams.

Rachel pushed her fingers into her pussy, trying to match the tempo and depth of what she saw on the screen. Her folds parted at her touch and she pushed on into her vagina. Sweat beaded on her brow and rolled down, soaking into her collar. She pinched her nipple so hard she knew they’d be sore for days, and she pushed deeper into her pussy, stabbing her fingers in and out, fucking herself.

Her pussy was sopping wet, covering her hands in her juices, and still she wanted it deeper and harder. Her attention wandered from the video and back to the young man who had seduced her weeks ago, how he had fucked her remorselessly, how he had owned her cunt. She tossed her head back and closed her eyes, thinking more of that day, yearning for it to happen again soon.

The audio coming from her phone changed, so she opened her eyes and looked down at it. Now, the fucking was beginning. The jock eased his cock into the MILF’s pussy until it was halfway in, then he slammed his hips against hers. She let out a lustful yelp and reached behind her to play with his balls as he did it again.

Fuck, I need it bad. Rachel decided to go back to the pub tomorrow night, see if that guy was there again — or if there were any other young guys who were looking for a hot piece of mature ass. Cougars and MILFs are in, I think. I’m prime real estate.

An unexpected movement on one of the security camera feeds caught her eye. She slammed her feet down on the floor and shimmied her pants up and closed them. God-fucking-damn-it! The one time I’m not alone in the building is the one time I do this! She shut off her phone and shoved it back in her pocket.

Strip Searched By The Cops

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Donovan never would have imagined that for his eighteenth birthday, he’d be getting strip searched by the cops. Nevertheless, after he’s pulled over for joyriding, the dominant female officer and her hulk of a partner proceed to teach Donovan a lesson he’ll never forget. The only thing is, getting Donovan naked is just the start of what these older officers have in mind…and Donovan is soon taking orders he can’t resist.

WARNING: This 4,400-word short story contains an explicit menage sex scene between a hot young man, a hunky older man, and a seductive older woman that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

“Do you have any other drugs on you, sir?” she asked, all business now.

“No, ma’am.” I had bought myself one birthday joint. After testing what my new baby could do on the road, I was planning to swing past my buddy’s place and share it with him.

She looked at me like she didn’t believe me. “Hands on the car, sir, feet spread apart.”

“I don’t have anything else!”

Her hand touched her weapon. “Hands on the car.”

I turned around and put my hands on my car. She stepped up behind me and nudged my feet apart with one of her heavy-duty boots.

With boots like that, maybe she’s a lesbian. Why else would she come down so hard on me on my birthday?

Her firm hands patted down my shoulders, arms, back, chest, ass, groin...groin...she kept patting my groin and feeling up my hard cock, I’m sure of it...and then down my legs. I heard her boots scuff against the asphalt as she backed up a few steps.

“Miller, I need you out here,” she said into the crackle of her radio. “We need to do a strip search for contraband.”

I whipped around. “Strip search?”

She gripped her gun. “Hands on the car!”

I did as she demanded. My heart raced, my palms and forehead were slick with sweat, and I had nervous quivers in my stomach. Why was I being searched? And what was she feeling up my cock so much for?

A dirty thought passed through my mind—totally the wrong place and time for it—but what if her partner was another sexy MILF and they were on the prowl for a young man like me? But then I saw Miller and that idea died. Miller was a hairy, muscular man, about the same age as Thompson. He got out of the cop car and swaggered over to us.

There was something sexy about the way his hips moved—what the fuck? I don’t like guys! I looked at the car, focusing on my reflection instead of anything else.

“You can turn around, sir,” a very deep voice said, sending a shiver through my core. This Miller meant business and I was in no position to screw with him.

I turned around and got a better look at Miller as he stood beside Thompson. He had a day or two of scruff on his face, clear green eyes, a strong jaw, and muscles that bulged against his shirt. He pulled on a latex glove, snapping it against his wrist.

“Take off your shirt,” he said.

Cougar In Heat

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Jesse is on a ski trip with his buddies and having a blast — even more so because his friend’s mom, Melissa, came along to “take care” of the guys. Melissa is a smoking hot MILF and she’s clearly flirting with Jesse, especially with how she “accidentally” let her breasts fall out of her shirt in front of him. But no matter how much Jesse wants her, he can’t act on his desires because a guy doesn’t sleep with his buddy’s mom. When Jesse takes some time to relax in the resort sauna, he’s a little surprised … then incredibly turned on when Melissa joins him, quickly shedding her towel.

WARNING: This 4,000-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young man and a MILF that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Jesse put his hand at his side again and looked around the sauna. He needed something to distract himself, to take his mind off Melissa and her breasts, and the way her nipples had been so hard and pointed and how he wanted to take them in his mouth and lick them and nibble them and then slide his hand down—

“Fuck!” he said and jumped to his feet. He had to think of something else. If he had learned that one of his buddies wanted to fuck his mom, he’d probably kill the guy. If Ryan ever found out about these erotic fantasies Jesse was having, then he knew their friendship would be over — and he might get slugged in the process.

Jesse paced around the sauna, his hard cock sticking straight out in front of him. He tried to focus on other things, the darkness of the room, the heat on his skin, the scorching wood against the soles of his feet ... it was starting to work, his cock was slowly deflating. He approached the pit at the center of the room — it was a traditional sauna, with hot stones and water to pour over them. He ladled out some water and poured it over the stones. It hissed and immediately filled the room with steam.

He sighed and sat back on his towel, satisfied that he’d managed to get his mind off Melissa. He thought, instead, of the next day and the slopes he wanted to accomplish — if he could manage to get the diamond slopes down pat, and he’d managed it decently today with no major crashes, then he could probably attempt a double diamond before their holiday was over.

The door clicked as someone opened it, pulling him from his thoughts. With all the steam in the room and the dim lighting, he couldn’t make out if it was one of his buddies or not, though neither Ryan nor Simon had expressed any interest in joining him for a steam.

Jesse grunted a hello, but the guy didn’t respond, so he just closed his eyes again and leaned his head back against the wall. He felt the flutter of a towel against his leg. The sauna is empty and this douchebag has to sit right next to me? Jesse opened his eyes, trying to figure out how to politely make the guy move over six inches.

His eyes nearly bugged out when he saw who was next to him.

“M — Melissa?” he said, barely stuttering out her name. What the fuck was she doing in here? He suddenly realized he was buck-ass naked with his cock flopping about, so he quickly folded the towel over his lap.

“Hi, Jesse,” she said, sweetly. She was wrapped in a large towel from mid-breast down to high on her thighs. Her hair was tied behind her head in a loose bun and sweat was already beading and rolling down from her forehead, making wet paths to the cleft between her tits.

Parking Lot Hook-Up

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Jay is an older man who likes his twinks—he takes them home and pounds them hard. But Chris, the cutie he’s been chatting up online, wants something a little more dangerous. Chris is into public sex and exhibitionism and talks Jay into having a hook-up in Jay’s car in the local park. Things get hot really quick, but the risk of getting discovered only adds to the thrill, especially when they’re almost caught.

WARNING: This 3.000-word short story contains an explicit oral sex scene between a younger man and an older man that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Someone appeared on the path ahead. They were short—probably 5’5”, dark-haired, cute...yeah, Jay was sure after a few tense heartbeats this was wildandfree from the hookup site who he’d been chatting with for the last week. The young man walked with a sway in his hips, so slender, and he had a naughty smile on his face as he searched around and locked on Jay’s lone car in the parking lot. He headed straight for him, and Jay’s heart hammered some more.

It took a few deep breaths, but Jay calmed himself just in time as this dream-come-true opened the passenger door and sunk into the seat.

“Hey, I’m Chris,” he said, low, seductive. He grinned, blushing, and Jay caught the scent of his shampoo and hair products—it was sweet and fragrant, taking the edge off Jay’s nerves as arousal swept through him. There was definitely desire in this boy’s eyes.

Chris. Jay loved the name, making this experience suddenly feel so much more personal. He put his hand on the young man’s thigh possessively. He loved how it felt so warm, soft under his touch. It was surreal to have it here now. “God, you’re hotter than I imagined. Fuck.” An erection stiffened against Jay’s tight jeans, forcing him to shift awkwardly in his seat.

Chris bit his lip. “What do you want to do with me, daddy?”

The word set off a cascade inside Jay. He loved dad/son play, especially with the bottoms he often took home with him. He forgot all about the parking lot, slipping his hand higher on Chris’s thigh, touching his crotch, where his hand met a firm bulge. He squeezed repeatedly, fixing Chris with lusty eyes. He really wanted to take this young man home and dominate him, give him a wild night, but all talk of that during their online chatting had led to so-so interest. No, Chris really wanted to suck him off where he might get caught, where the thrill would be heightened. If Jay wanted to really score with this young guy, he had to give him exactly what he wanted.

“Daddy wants to make you suck his meat, boy,” Jay grated.

Chris moaned, his eyes seeming to glaze. He licked his lips. “Right here? What if we get caught?”

“Fuck it. I want you to suck me now, out in the open. No one will know.”

Seduced By My Professor

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Kevin has been lusting for Professor Cameron since the first day of anatomy class. With her large bosom, slim waist, and her commanding personality, Kevin would do anything for her. When he struggles with the subject matter and goes to her for some help, he’s soon drawn into a very personal and private exploration of anatomy…and things quickly heat up as he responds to his professor’s demands.

WARNING: This 4,100-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a younger man and his MILF professor that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

Kevin reached out and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Professor Cameron called. Her honey voice, with just a bit of a husky edge, always went straight to his groin. He nudged the door open so she could see him. She leaned back in her chair, her short skirt riding up her crossed legs. “Ah, Kevin, nice to see you. What can I do for you?”

“I’m having a little trouble with yesterday’s assignment. I was hoping to get a little help,” he said. He tried not to stare at her milky thigh. She pointed at the only other chair in her cramped office and he sat down opposite her.

She looked at him over her thick-rimmed glasses. Kevin couldn’t quash the fantasy that she looked like a naughty librarian, especially with those glasses, that skirt, and the tight white blouse she wore that barely contained her large breasts.

“That’s what I’m here for, Kevin.” She bit her lower lip. “I’d love to help you with anything you need.”

Is she coming on to me? No...fuck...why would she want a stupid first year student like me? Fantasies of Professor Cameron had fuelled many masturbation sessions over the past few weeks; and every time she so much as looked in his direction, his first thought was always that she was hitting on him.

But his runaway imagination didn’t explain why she squeezed her arms together just slightly, pushing her chest out. Her heavy, melon-sized tits strained at the fabric, the buttons holding her blouse closed nearly snapping off.

Kevin watched the gap at the center of her blouse—there was no sign of a bra underneath. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, then forced himself to look up, to make eye contact.

“I’m glad you came in, Kevin. Your last quiz didn’t go so well, and it was basic anatomy.” She uncrossed her legs and parted them slightly, her dark skirt rising just a little higher. The skin of her inner thighs was smooth and shiny, drawing his eye up toward her crotch.

“Yeah, I just—I just don’t seem to get it that easily,” he said, voice cracking a couple times. It was difficult enough to concentrate on the subject matter when he was in Professor Cameron’s classroom, along with a hundred other people. But in the warm, cramped space of Cameron’s tiny office, concentration was just damn near impossible. Professor Cameron was like a wet dream come true. God knows how many times he’d jacked off to fantasies of her.

“What area are you struggling with right now?” she asked.

Kevin couldn’t stop the blush that heated his cheeks. He looked down at the papers clutched in his hand and then up at her again. “Um, the, uh...sex organs.” He put his papers down on the desk, to show her the diagram of a cross-section of the female reproductive system. “I’m, uh...unfamiliar with it and I’m struggling with memorizing it.”

Forced Entry

Posted on April 28, 2017May 4, 2025 by indieerotica

Dylan is down on his luck and resorting to petty theft to make ends meet. But when he breaks into the house of a gay dom, he gets a surprise he never saw coming. Nick, the dom, is furious with Dylan’s attempt to rob him of his valuables and is determined to teach this young man a lesson and discipline him for his mistakes. But when Dylan gets strapped to a table and Nick breaks out the floggers, Dylan is no longer scared, he’s turned on.

WARNING: This 6,400-word short story contains an explicit BDSM sex scene between two men that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

“Fucking hell!” a deep, masculine voice from down on the first floor shouted.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins — I had to get out of there, and quick! But if the guy was downstairs, I was stuck here on the second floor. I bolted from the bedroom; it wasn’t the greatest place to hide. There were only two other doors in the hallway. The open one was obviously the bathroom, so I went through the other door. I carefully closed it behind me and tiptoed through the darkness. I couldn’t turn on the light — it would be visible in the crack under the door. I realized I still had the dildo in my hand, so I quickly shoved it in my backpack.

I bumped into something and a noise like jostling chains punched through the silence. I grabbed whatever it was — and it felt like pieces of leather suspended by chains — and stilled it. I continued across the room until I reached the window on the other side.

I heard footsteps stomp up the staircase. I had no more than a few seconds to open the window and escape. I threw the blind aside, unlocked the window, and struggled to lift it. It was stuck — it was fucking stuck. The footsteps had reached this floor and they receded for a moment as they went into the bedroom.

I still struggled with the window and — finally! — the pane slid upward an inch. I repositioned my arms and shoved upward, hoping to get it higher, but it wasn’t moving.

The door behind me opened.

“Who the fuck are you?” that voice, so masculine and deep that it stirred something in my loins, shouted. The light flicked on in the room.

I spun around and found a tall, muscular man in his thirties with the angriest expression on his face. I searched the room for anything to use as for self-defence — and it was right then and there that I realized what kind of room I’d run into. A leather sling hung on chains from the ceiling, various locks and chains and benches were organized around the room, and a series of floggers, paddles, and whips hung in an orderly fashion on one wall. I’d run into some sort of BDSM playroom. My gaze jumped frantically from item to item, imagining the pain they would inflict — and what it might mean for what happened next. And I tried to ignore the fact that my cock had suddenly grown stiff again.