Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Skinboi Training . Stage 2 / Part 1 To be a skinhead slave is to submit to the worse indignations for one’s Master’s glory. This lesson was driven down every time Brian had a pair of brown boots locked on his feet.  In the beginning, during the first cycle of six days, Brian had not done anything really repulsive. To lick somebody’s ass, especially that shaved-head cop clad in head-to-toe black leather, provides an immense pleasure for both the cop and his prisoner. The cop is hot because a tongue is trying to fuck his ass.  He has just forced his prisoner to lick the horse manure off his boots.  He has just cropped the prisoner’s back close to two hundred times to get there.  Whipping some slave flesh always turns a skinhead Master on.  The cop is a skinhead Master; he is turned on. Brian is the skinhead Master’s slave.  He is the leather-bound cop’s prisoner.  That cop who, having just finished zapping him with at least thirty elect...

By RbbrStorage As I swept my tongue across the shiny steel surface and cleaned the last of my breakfast from my bowl, I found myself dreading the day that lay ahead of me. I really shouldn’t have. After all, it was a holiday and I’d be spending it with my partner, Tom. But it was also one of those holidays when there are never-ending football games on T.V., back to back to back. Tom was a football fan. I wasn’t. It was one of the few things we didn’t have in common. I should probably mention that sex was the most important thing that we did share in common. And as I polished my bowl clean with my tongue, I realized that part of the dread I felt was the realization that the sexual scene we had played out since I arrived home from work the night before would certainly end before the first kick-off, since Tom always gave football his complete attention, and I would have to dutifully watch the games at Tom’s side and cheer for his teams. Thankfully, I was mistaken. Tom reached down f...