The past few weeks have been a crazy adjustment, but it’s been the best sex I’ve ever had, and I couldn’t be happier together. We decided I should just move in. I was basically living with him already, but we made it official. Life is a routine now: I wake up, I exercise (I have to keep this booty thick and my waist tight for Daddy), then after I exercise, I shower, shave, put my cage on, and stick a plug up my pussy—whic...

After calling in sick to work, I stayed home, my mind racing. I still couldn’t believe what had happened earlier—it was mind-blowing. All I could think about was having that thick cock stretching my ass again. “Daddy,” I moaned softly, fingertips circling my small, already-leaking dick. Curious, I Googled “sub” and “gay,” and “sissy” flooded the screen. The images—smooth boys in lace, caged and collared, getting used—hit...

I loosened my tie as I walked out of yet another failed interview. They didn’t even need to call and tell me, I’d already seen the other candidates waiting in there. They were so much more qualified than me. Standing on the street waiting for the bus, I checked my bank account. The $113.76 staring back at me wasn’t going to stretch far for the rest of the month. I was already three weeks behind on rent. At least I had a s...

Ken spent most of the afternoon in his office—I’m guessing pretending to work—after I took his anal virginity earlier that day. I’d come just an hour ago, but fuck, I already needed more. Sitting around the dinner table next to him, we joked and laughed while my mom sat there, completely oblivious. She had no idea I’d fucked her husband’s brains out earlier, and even less idea that I planned to do it again tonight. Ken la...

When I was nineteen, my life was shattered in an instant. My dad walked in on me with my best friend—my lips wrapped around his cock, the room still smelling faintly of our shared sweat and teenage lust—and that was it. He exploded, his face turning beet red as he called me every name under the sun: disgrace, pervert. He kicked me out without a discussion, no second chance. I packed a small suitcase with whatever clothes...

I just got back from my second deployment to Afghanistan. I was 27, built like a brick shithouse from all the PT and stress, and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Twelve months of nothing but my fist and grainy porn on a slow connection will do that to a guy. I was home on leave, visiting family for the first time in years. My mom and dad had split when I was a kid, and right before I enlisted, Mom remarried this guy...

The summer I turned eighteen, I was a closeted bisexual with a secret love for women's panties, long hair that brushed my shoulders, thick thighs, and an ass that always turned heads—even if I pretended not to notice. Fresh out of high school, I left my small town behind and moved to the city, landing a job at a bank sooner than expected. That's where I met Danny, my boss: a handsome, married man in his late thirties with...

Every summer I would go camping with my best friend and his dad. No luxury, really roughing it. The year I turned 18, we were planning on going when my best friend Nate got a horrible stomach bug. The next week, we were off to college, so Nate’s dad and I decided to go camping just the two of us. It wasn’t weird. We’d been hanging out since we were in diapers. They were like my second parents and super cool when I came ou...

The second Mom’s key turned in the lock, the house filled with her perfume and laughter, and everything Doug and I had done that weekend slammed into me like a freight train. She dropped her suitcase, opened her arms, and I ran into them. She squeezed me so tight I could barely breathe, calling me her baby, saying how grown-up I looked, how proud she was. Doug stood behind her with that easy, handsome smile, but when our...

When I was 20, I fled the suffocating dust of my tiny Texas town—a closeted boy who’d never so much as brushed another guy’s skin—and landed in Austin hungry, reckless, and desperate to be ruined. Larry found me first. Early sixties, heavy silver-dusted chest, a proud belly that hung just right over his belt, and a thick, perfectly cut six-inch cock that looked like it had broken dozens of boys before me. We traded pics f...

It was Sunday evening, and tomorrow morning my mom would be home. Doug set his coffee down and looked at me, steady and quiet. “One last night. Let’s make it count.” I nodded, throat tight. He kissed my forehead, grabbed his keys, and left. The second the truck rumbled away, I ran upstairs. I locked the bathroom door and shaved until my skin tingled—legs, chest, the faint trail below my navel. In Mom’s drawer I found the...

As I woke up, I could feel a hard cock pressing against my ass and Doug’s large hands holding me tight. I wiggled my ass a little, letting him know I was awake. His hold on my body tightened, and he pushed his cock against my ass harder. His hands slid down my stomach to my hard dick, and he wrapped his fingers around it. I gently moaned. “Good morning, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “Morning, Daddy,” I whispered back. “I...

I grew up in a small town in the Northwest. My best friend Aaron and I were basically inseparable from first grade to graduation. He was smart and dorky; I was more the jock type. He went off to college, and I signed up for the Army. We lost contact after his sophomore year and my first deployment. It had been about ten years since I left home, and I hadn’t been back since. It was Christmas time, and my parents were beggi...

When I left for college, my mom started dating Doug, a kind guy who didn’t bat an eye when I came out as gay. He even tried to play wingman for me a few times—not very successfully, but it was always good for a laugh. By my sophomore year, they were married, and I was happy for them. Doug was easygoing, and we got along well. But the summer of my junior year, when I returned home, everything took an unexpected turn. My mo...

For two weeks, the memory of that night consumed me. Mark and Larry had fucked me like no one else ever had, their bodies dominating mine in a haze of raw, unfiltered passion. I hadn’t touched porn since—why bother when the vivid recollection of their hands, their cocks, their relentless desire was enough to drive me wild? Every night, I’d ride my dildo, stroking myself to the thought of them owning me, their grunts echoi...