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Dan, Chad, Todd and Adam were college jocks that had been mates for years. They’d gone away during spring break for a week, to earn catch some rays and hopefully some pussy. All were well built handsome studs, each excelling in one sport or another, and non had previously had trouble with the girls, often keeping a limited girls on the go at the same time.

They’d been on holiday a few days and had settled into a routine of beach and booze, but the girls were not so easy to reach by. One afternoon, early in the week they were all handed a flyer by a well-built young male wearing only a skimpy G-string and a smile. All the jocks were wearing really baggy long shorts and felt uncomfortable around the near naked kid.

Dan spoke up “What’s with the flier kid?” he said, not really trying to produce eye contact. “Oh it’s for a hypnosis show tonight” lisped the adolescent man in a very effeminate way. Dan flinched away, he’d noticed that the kid had walked up to them with a bit of a sashay going on in the hips department, but now with the voice, Dan knew the kid must be gay, in reality Dan thought the kid must be a real flamer!

“Fuck off kid, we aint going to any faggy hypnosis show, he’ll probably have

Little Humiliation: An ABDL Gay Story

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Once the bombs fell, everything changed. I would do anything for nourishment, including being diapered as an adult. I was a grown man, and when I establish this community, I thought it odd. There was a human in it that was other from the others. His label was Big Troy and everyone else was his littles. I was set to become one of his - a diapered grown man - and despite the humiliation it all brought to me, there was no denying he made me perceive something dirty for him. Degradation of my soul had just started, and all I knew was that there was no stopping him when he place a paci in my mouth. This is a role-play limited story, and all characters in it are adults.

19 pages, Kindle Edition

Published May 8, 2020

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Steamy MM stories, baby! Michael Levi can’t travel a day without sitting down and putting into words all the dirty scenes that sprout up in his mind. His collection is diverse, but it’s gay love only. And if you are looking for something free, check out his mailing list. Warning: it can be extra spicy.

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Filled by my Sister’s Partner (VIP Story)

It’s a covert. I swore to remain silent.

Being a single parent is hard. I always hoped my mom would find love…but not enjoy this. She keeps looking at my sister’s partner. It’s not right. He’s forcing himself into our lives.

He’s young, but he makes me call him “Daddy”.

Our family has brand-new rules. A curfew. Allowances. Punishments. He makes me dance and screech appreciate a monkey.

He wants my mom to rewrite her will. He wants me to isolate from my friends. I’m terrified. He makes me sniff his ass…it’s doing something weird to my mind.

I…I desire to work hard.

I call for to make Daddy proud.

***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT***

VIP stories are edgier and exclusive to my store. Available as ebook or audio.
Written by: Archer Vale
Narrated by: Multi-voice AI
Length: 1 hr 12 mins / ~10,500 words

 



One Gay Man’s Exposure with Sexual Humiliation

ILLUSTRATION BY LYNAS

Forty years ago I stood in the center of a crowded room with a nervous smirk on my confront. It was lunch time, and the office canteen was packed with loud colleagues in a festive mood.

Decorations and a sumptuous buffet table lent a festive gas to the gathering, which was a farewell party for me.

I had prepared what I thought were some appropriate remarks about how rewarding my five years had been working with the people who surrounded me. Never good at universal speaking and a shy person by nature, I dreaded the attention that was being lavished on me at that moment. I hoped after I delivered my speech, which had been scribbled on the back on an envelope, that the crowd would disperse and I could somehow melt into the milling throng of well-wishers.

PERSPECTIVE: #MeToo

My work was in Southeast Asia with an international nonprofit, and it had been interesting and rewarding. I had been told, via performance reports, that I had carried out my duties in an exemplary manner and, as a reward, I was being offered another assignment with greater responsibility in a neighboring territory. Now was the