Gwendolyn was, from the first time I saw her, an icon for me. A vision of perfection. She walked past me on the school grounds unconscious of the devastation in her wake, unaware of her radiance, unaware of me, though my breath might catch and my gait might falter. I asked my brother Mitch about her. Like him, she was sixteen and two years behind me in high school. "Oh," he said, when I described her as delicate and aloof...

Nathan approached the picture window as stealthily as he could. The deep snow silenced his footsteps. He was glad of that, but the drifts were almost waist high at the point where he could finally peer into the cabin without being seen. The snow was no longer falling, but his Subaru rental had nevertheless been trapped in a drift of a height rarely seen on roads this heavily wooded. Nathan put on his boots, prepared to wa...

Johnny had been listening at the door of his bedroom where he'd been told to stay. He'd been alternately frightened and aroused by what little he could hear going on downstairs. Now he could hear footsteps on the stairs and he steeled himself to defy any attempt to intimidate him. Susie opened the door to find her husband standing in the center of the room, his arms folded across his chest. She brandished the four-foot-lo...

"Good boy!" Dr. Adele Brownlee seemed so very pleased with me. I was sitting naked on the floor at the feet of my mentor and advisor, a beautiful black woman, my elder by at least forty years. And I had just agreed to masturbate for her while she explained her plan for my post-doc fellowship at the Institute for the Study of Curative Equity. "First, though," she continued, "could you stand up?" "Now turn around," she dire...

He answered his phone before the second ring. He recognized the number from the day before and made a mental note to add it to his contacts. "Hello..." Why so breathless? Couldn't he muster a modicum of self-control? "Frankie," Della began, her voice brusque, as if she were the only one with things to do that day. He was at work, for chrissake! And he hated the name she had started using that morning. "Go to HR now. Get a...

Della dropped Frank's keys into her purse as she entered his apartment. Trailing behind her, Frank stood bewildered, watching as she strode about the place, through his kitchen/living room and down the short hallway, like an admiral inspecting a ship. Having admitted to Della (and to himself) only moments before that to serve her as her cunt-lapping lackey was his only desire, Frank was dazed. He stood, waiting in a stupe...

Haughty. That's the word that came to mind when he met her. Della, a relative or a family friend of his ex-wife, presumably. The brief encounter - the only one - had been at a large gathering at his in-laws' a couple of years ago. "Her real name is Emilia," Susan had told him afterwards, "Emilia della Frusta." She had giggled, he remembered, wondering now if her mirth had come from something other than the wine. Why had t...

"Wayne," Dr. Brownlee spoke my name, grabbing my attention amidst the group of academics attending the department's drinks party. "Here's someone I want you to meet." Standing beside the imposingly attractive older woman was a tall, lanky African-American man with a medium complexion and startling eyes: one brown, the other blue. "This is Dr. Kenneth Starke. Ken, meet my protégé, Dr. Wayne Wanley." I was flattered that Ad...

On Monday Bodie went to work with a brand new attitude. He was definitely seeing his coworkers in a new light, but he found it hard to get any work done. By the time 3:00 rolled around and he left for his mentoring appointment with Mr. Sterling, he was feeling pretty frustrated. He said as much when John Stirling had seated him in his office and asked how he thought things were going. “Well, you’re not the only one who’s...

“I’m going to set you up with a mentor.” Bodie was disappointed. He was feeling strangely refreshed and alert at the end of his session with Dr. Samenschlag, although he noticed his knees were a little sore and there was a strange taste in his mouth. But this news was not what he had wanted to hear. He had hoped Dr. Sammenschlag would clear him to be considered for a senior management position at work, but after exhaustiv...

The next day, Maria confided to me that Jim loved nothing better than turning a straight man into a cock-slut. “He sees it as proof of his dominance, not just making a sexual slave for his own use, but to actually turn you into a cock-worshipping queer.” She smiled at the self-recognition she saw in my silent reaction: my blushing face and my erection. It was Saturday. I had been told to report at 9 a.m. and to be prepare...

The next day was Friday. I was a little tired all day, but after work I took the time to eat some supper before I changed and dutifully went out in search of piss. Drinking all that piss on an empty stomach had been a little rough the previous night. Nevertheless, I found myself getting excited again as I drove to this night’s chosen venue, the twenty-four-hour adult cinema downtown. I didn’t like that I had to pay for pa...

Jim had given me some places to go to find cock and piss, so that evening, after changing my briefs and putting on jeans and a tee-shirt, along with my collar, of course, I headed for the first one on the list, a truck stop out by the interstate. I’d been there before - they have a pretty good and very inexpensive restaurant - but this time I parked with the big rigs on the far side of the building and used the entrance t...

The very next day, at work, I made an opportunity to drink piss and cum from another cock. Remember the Hispanic gentleman whose cock had impressed me in the 14th floor men’s room? Well, I used my access as a DBA to look him up in the security card database. It wasn’t hard, I just pulled up the photos of all the local, male, Spanish-language CSRs. His was the third one I retrieved. Miguel Salazar is his name and I called...

Looking back, it's almost comical the way Cathy and I threw ourselves headlong into what we have to admit is a totally deviant lifestyle. We were so excited. We were so easily ensnared by our own unrealized submissive desires. Who would have guessed where my nascent obsession with cock would lead us? Meeting Rex was the turning point, of course. And it was his cock that was the catalyst. To this day, ten years later, I st...