Fetish + BDSM Fiction

Visiting the fair by eckie I know Mark already for years from internet, chat and email, we even met briefly a few times when he was over to Europe for some major gay events, where he enjoyed to parade some boys around in his favorite gear and restraints, I told him several times that i would sure not mind being at the end of one of those leashes once also, but somehow the occasion never arose. His interests matched very well mine and what i had seen on pictures on his webpage, there was plenty gear I’d just love to be subjected to someday. I did have sort of a standing invitation, should i ever make it across the ocean to visit and stay with him, in the past it just never worked out. So i was happy that now i was able to do it, i had the time, had the money, so i emailed him asking if that invitation could be held up now. I planned a long weekend trip and wanted to visit one of those great events i always just read, saw images from, and heard people speak about, everybody always tellin...

by: Christian I have been a skinhead since I was in my early teens, over twenty Years! In my hometown there were a lot of skinheads in middle of 80âs. I saw for the first time in my school a classmate of mine wearing green bomberjacket, boots and jeans. He was not a skinhead. I was so attracted in his bomberjacket, so I bought my own. It was a green alpha MA-1. The jacket was expensive. I remember that I went to a toilet and soon I had cum over my new jacket. Soon I bought DM-boots (10-hole) and washed with cloor my really tight Levis 510 and had my own bleched jeans. I did wear my new uniform with proud. I wanted to shave my head to become a real skinhead. In the same time I met a gay who was one or two years older than I was. I hadn’t seen him in some years. I remembered him from my neighborhood as hardboiled gay, almost crazy. He was a youth criminal and stayed over the years in youth institutions time to time. He was the sharpest looking skinhead in my eyes then. He...

by The Milk Man Part 1 Following are my experiences after having answered an internet ad which read: “Are you a chronic masturbator? Do you ever fantasize about being castrated or nullified? Come to the farm and get the milkings of your life - and, maybe, more. You’ll be glad you did!” I answered the ad and was contacted saying that I should be walking in a certain place at a certain time and that I would be picked up and taken to the farm. Of course, I had reservations about this but many times before, I had answered or almost answered ads and chickened out. This time, I was determined to go through with it. The contact had said that I would be given the opportunity to back out after everything was explained to me. So I thought, “What the heck, I’m going for it!” So, I was walking at the specified place and time and a van pulled along side of me, stopped, and a guy got out wearing very tight blue jeans, white tee shirt, and tennis shoes. He was big with lots of ...