This story features Jack and Maddox from Deep Under. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read Deep Under. Please use the Jack&Maddox tag to see all Jack & Maddox epilogues.
Maddox watched the video, his cock rising lazily in response to it as Jack finished toweling off. Jack tossed the towel into the hamper and gave him a hopeful look.
“No point getting dressed,” he confirmed. He was still naked himself, stretched out in bed with his head elevated to see his tablet. On the screen, a dark-skinned twink was getting fucked by a light-skinned bear with a full beard and impressive guns. Maddox’s attention was mainly on the bottom, who was nowhere near as hot as his own big, masc, thoroughly submissive guy, but he did have something that’d been attracting his attention of late.
“What are you watching?” Jack lay down next to him, curling into him and hooking his chin over his shoulder to see the screen. Maddox knew the exact moment he noticed the cage on the twink’s dick, because he went very still and his cock, which had been floppy-but-interested a moment ago, started trying to drill a hole through his thigh. Continue reading
Content warning: this story includes instances of dubious consent
I first realized my wife enjoyed a bit of nipple pain early in our courtship when my teeth grazed her nipple and she moaned. I’m not slow to jump on anything that turns a woman on, so I made a point of adding a little rough nipple play into most of our sessions. I soon learned that there was mmm-pain and there was ouch-pain, but figuring out which action caused which re-action was trickier.
I bought the first pair of nipple clamps for our second anniversary. People tell you that sex levels off after you get married, and they aren’t wrong. The only time I felt that old spark from her was when I spent some time biting her nipples, but there were positions where biting wasn’t feasible, and I worried I’d lose myself in the moment and bite one right off. The harder, the better from her point of view, but I didn’t want a wife with one nipple. Continue reading
His Boy Alex is a long-term, cock cage-based M/M chastity story told in a series of blog posts by T. M. Chris. To read online, use the link to go to the first post and click forward from there. Newsletter subscribers can download the entire story in one file by clicking the icon to the right.
Alex has been a very naughty boy, as he’ll tell you himself in the form of a series of blog posts as he and his boyfriend Graham develop a relationship based on chastity.
Alex knows he deserves everything that’s happening to him, but that doesn’t make him happy about it.
On the first nice day of March, it was inevitable that the quad would be crowded, that students would line the low stone wall that ringed it, jostling for position and joking noisily. Warmer weather meant that they bounced off each other with smiling gibes instead of hissed warnings as they made their way across the unevenly-paved square. It also meant that the sun was high and bright, glaring off the white stone as it peered over the spire of the administration building.
All of which meant that when Archer looked up in response to a shouted “heads” to find a frisbee coming at him, he tripped, resulting in both the frisbee bouncing off his forehead and his books spraying across the quad. Given the current set of circumstances, that fall was only to be expected and had nothing to do with the row of jocks showing off their bulging biceps in t-shirts. Continue reading
This story features Maddox and Jack from Deep Under. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read Deep Under
Maddox awoke with a sudden, sharp alertness, then let himself settle back into contented drowsiness when he recognized the shape of his lover easing into the bed next to him. He nuzzled into Jack’s neck, enjoying the scent he’d missed over the last few weeks.
“Welcome home,” he murmured as he tucked Jack’s larger frame more tightly against his. “How’d it go?”
“You know I can’t tell you anything.”
“Hotshot.” He smiled against the skin of Jack’s neck. Jack never missed an opportunity to rub his exalted position as an FBI agent into Maddox’s face. “Guess I’ll just have to beat it out of you.” Continue reading