Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Waiting for Ross #30 Forcing himself to enter full awareness, Tim wrestled in confusion. The dreams of sharp pain and oppressive constriction transcended his state of awareness. “Fuck, I hate this feeling,” Tim thought, as he realized his true dilemma. Passing from sleep to consciousness, mental images were replaced by physical sensations. Waking up in tight rubber bondage sometimes caused Tim to panic, and he battled now to contain his agitation. Tim squeezed his eyes closed, forbidding them to fight the hooded latex blackness. He forced his arms and legs to become still, ending the struggle to move. He quieted his throat, aborting audible moans and gasps emanating from his ring-gagged mouth. He silently cursed his cock, its head painfully expanding against the spikes of his chastity device. With reality setting in, Tim felt his discomfort acutely, but it was balanced by a glimmer of bondage ecstasy, fed by the sexually masochistic pleasure of waking up in his current humiliating pred...

Waiting for Ross #27 Focusing instead on the sensations of his pulsating cock, Tim ignored the other parts of his body that were stiff and sore – mostly his neck, but also his right shoulder and arm, buttocks, thighs, and asshole. Three days of jerking off 5-10 times every 24 hours had taken a toll on Tim’s masturbation muscles! Seated at his desk, Tim pushed forward in the chair. It was just past 8:30 PM. He had been home for 15 minutes. Mail unread, laundry everywhere, dishes in the kitchen sink: Tim was oblivious to the waiting chores in his apartment as he sat in front of his computer. Today, jerking off in a stall of the restroom at work, he had cum only twice since leaving his apartment this morning, and the resulting horniness was building up, especially now that he was finally home, all alone with his hard dick. Dropping it for a moment, Tim paused to roll his head from side to side as he massaged his neck. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his hand against the stubble over his scalp. ...

Waiting for Ross #24 The purple head of Tim’s cock throbbed as he squeezed it. His right arm shook as he pounded his meat harder. Tim’s neck and shoulder were stiff from the repetitive motion. The cum/piss channel inside the shaft of his swollen, red dick burned as he pulled relentlessly, unable to stop the masturbatory action evoked by the images on his computer. Consumed by horniness and his unfettered ability to satisfy it, Tim didn’t care if he dislocated his shoulder or ripped his cock off, as long as he came one more time. Sitting naked at his computer, aware of feeling chilled but choosing to ignore the odd sensation of rubber-free skin open to the air, Tim continued the jack-off frenzy as he studied the photos displayed on the computer monitor. Knowing that he was the anonymous-looking, hooded rubber slave pictured, Tim matched the images with the corresponding text and his own memories of each situation. Awestruck, Tim kneaded his cock as he studied the aborted “hog blog” Ross...