Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Waiting for Ross - Not Over Yet (Part 6) Comfortably submerged in the folds of his waterbed, naked and pleasantly horny under the bedclothes, Ross dozed lazily in a half sleep despite the morning sunlight beginning to edge its way around the window shades of his bedroom. He was aware of the increasing pressure in his bladder and the growing need of his semi-erect cock, persistent in its demand for relief. For a moment, he wished he had Brad bound next to him in bed rather than in the dungeon downstairs. He could use him as human furniture, a rubber pillow for his head or feet. He pictured peeling the rubber hood away from Brad’s pretty face to force him to service cock, drink piss, and worship muscles. Ross’s cock grew larger at the thought of making Brad use his tongue to wash his hairy balls. He absentmindedly rubbed the fur on his chest as he shifted the pillows to angle his head upward. Untangling himself from the sheets, he flexed and stretched his substantial muscles, slightl...

Part 1: Waiting for Ross Tim had no way to figure out exactly how long Ross had been gone. To Tim, it seemed like forever. “Such a bastard,” he tried to mouth around the gag, but his attempt to form words was thwarted by the quick swallowing that suddenly became necessary. Moving his tongue off the tube in the gag had released a build up of piss. Tim sucked around the gag, trying to draw all of what was currently in the tube into his mouth. Taking a mouthful at a time for Tim was preferable to a persistent trickle, though the taste of piss seemed constant either way. Tim would never have the guts to leave anyone the way Ross had left him, but he guessed that was one of the differences between Masters and slaves. Tim felt a burning sensation in his cock as it tried to expand around the catheter. Between visits with Ross, Tim masturbated incessantly, exclusively, to thoughts of waiting for Ross. At those times, his cock exploded to memories of challenging, lonely stretches of time, im...