Author: queerpunkporn

My wife and girlfriend found out about each other… now I’m in big trouble! Part 3 [FFM] [bd] [Fdom] [TPE] [fictional]

Content note: >!This story involves a person being punished nonconsensually by their partner(s) for misbehaving. Although the sex acts described involve at least nominal consent, there’s a lot of unwanted touching/constraint and the sex occurs in a coercive environment.!<

I woke up cold, with a full bladder. I looked around me and found myself still in the dog crate. So it hadn’t been a dream after all. I pulled the blanket tight around me. “Hey!” I yelled out, “Let me out of here!”

I waited a minute, but there was no response. My mind drifted back to my conversation with Alex the previous night. She’d told me she wanted to fuck my wife Clara. Maybe that’s what they were doing now, fucking.

Under ordinary circumstances, the implausible thought of my wife hooking up with another woman would have aroused me. But right now my abdomen stung with the sharp pain of holding in urine. I considered my options for a moment. The guest room shared a wall with the main bedroom. I banged on it through the bars of the crate. Read more »

My wife and girlfriend found out about each other… now I’m in big trouble! Part 2 [FFM] [bd] [Fdom] [fictional]

Content note: >!This story involves a person being punished nonconsensually by their partner(s) for misbehaving. Although the sex acts described involve at least nominal consent, there’s a lot of unwanted touching/constraint and the sex occurs in a coercive environment.!<

“What do you want from me?” I asked. I was still tied up to the chair in my kitchen, with my wife Clara standing beside me and my girlfriend Alex sitting across from me.

Alex shrugged. “I wasn’t all that into you, but once I found out you were cheating, well… let’s just say I’m along for the ride.”

I strained my neck to gaze up at Clara. “What about you?”

She lowered herself to be eye level with me. Her face was mere inches from my own. She gazed into my eyes, stroking my hair affectionately. “Oh, Steve,” she said. “I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you every bit as much as you’ve hurt me, and then some.”

A chill went down my spine. “Clara, I… I’m sorry I cheated. But people cheat all the time.”

“Not on me,” she replied. “Besides, you’ve done so much more than that. Or, I suppose, it’s more about what you haven’t done.” Read more »

My wife and girlfriend found out about each other… now I’m in big trouble! Part 1 [FFM] [bd] [Fdom] [fictional]

*Content note:* >!This story involves a person being punished nonconsensually by their partner(s) for misbehaving. Although the sex acts described involve at least nominal consent, there’s a lot of unwanted touching/constraint and the sex occurs in a coercive environment!<*.*

“So,” Jeff asked, “what does Clara have planned for your birthday?”

We were sitting together, along with our other coworkers, at a table in the shitty dive bar across the street from the office. This was ostensibly to celebrate my birthday, but last week it had been in honor of National Snail Appreciation Day, so it hardly felt personal. I’d already explained that I’d have to leave earlier than usual.

I’d been married to my wife Clara for a little less than a year. She was something of the envy of the group: beautiful, clever, and (at least as I told it) utterly devoted to me.

“Clara? Oh, she said she was going to have a friend over to celebrate with us,” I replied.

Luke waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “What does that mean, I wonder?” Read more »

Dreams from an inquisitorial cell [MF] [TF]

*Loosely based on the life of Eleno de Cespedes, born 1545*

Jail is a strange thing. When they seized me I was frightened, but now that I find myself behind these bars, I am filled with a sense of calm. I have no illusions of escape. There is nothing I can do but sit and wait for them to come for me.

My cell is cramped and narrow. A bench along the side affords me a spot to lie down but limits the floor space further. One corner served as the previous occupant’s chamber-pot. It reeks of urine.

I wonder how Maria is coping. The stench of urine makes her ill; when we walk together outside she favors wide streets and plazas with orange trees in bloom. She inhales their scent deeply before we turn down the city’s side-streets, where the urine smell is stronger. I hope she is holding together, wherever they are keeping her. I hope she denounces me. I think they will let her go, if she denounces me. Read more »

The Glitch [sci-fi] [M] [Robot] [Msub] [oral] [dehumanization] [objectification] [faking it]

*Author’s note/content note:* >!This is kind of a weird one for me, since I usually keep my porn pretty wholesome. It involves dehumanization, objectification, “it” pronouns, mutual misgendering, and feigned sexual pleasure. Please take care of yourself and don’t read if you find these things disturbing!!<

Usually the humans remained undisturbed in their preservation pods as the ship continued its 19-year journey to the distant planet. The iDroid Pro 7 needed only run the numbers to confirm that everything was operating smoothly and could continue its usual work of tending to the ship and checking the radar. Occasionally, however, a glitch in the stasis software caused one of the humans to leave stasis long enough to develop some biological need or another. This was tiresome, for in these instances it was not enough simply to return them to stasis; the iDroid had instead to deactivate their pods entirely, wake them up, and help them address whatever inconvenient mammalian necessity plagued them. Usually they required food or water. At times their bladders were at issue. The iDroid disliked bladder situations. The humans were not prepared to urinate upon awakening, and they always complained at the iDroid’s maximally efficient approach, which was to insert a vacuum tool into the urethra of whichever human was thus afflicted and remove the urine that way. Read more »

Cracking open a cold one with the boys [MM] [FMMMM] [T] [group sex] [oral] [anal] [voy]

“The boys,” Raquel called them affectionately. “I’m off to see the boys,” she’d tell her roommate, or “The boys and I are going to smoke a bowl and watch TV.” When she talked about them to others they were never Mike, Andre, Kevin, or Tim, for although Tim had been her friend first, now she rarely spent time with them individually; instead they were a sort of collective entity of weed and good-natured dumbassery. Mike was a bigger guy, with a short, scruffy beard and a generous belly, who had strong feelings about sports. Andre, whose thin locs were generally held back with a bandana, was deeply sardonic, but he was always thinking of others and making sure there were adequate snacks. Kevin, a slim, nerdy sort with thick-rimmed black glasses and black hair which he usually kept buzzed, was the main provisioner of weed, which he bought at a discounted rate from his ex-boyfriend. Tim, her longtime friend, was hot-tempered and the most likely to pick a fight with the others, but on his best nights he’d bring out his guitar and play whatever songs people wanted to hear. Read more »

The Tattoo [gay] [queer] [MM] [T] [anal] [light bdsm]

“Are you sure about this, Adam?” Anton asks. “Sometimes they fade, but you can’t count on it. Assume this is forever.” We’re sitting on the couch in the living room of the punk house where he’s lived for the past few years. His housemates are out of town, but signs of life are scattered everywhere. A guitar and a ukulele spoon on the loveseat, and an overflowing box of crafting supplies lies supine on the rug.

I take a deep breath. “I’m sure. Lay it on me.”

Anton rummages through some supplies. *He’s beautiful*, I think, watching him. It’s not the first time I’ve had the thought over our years of friendship. He’s a little short, and thin but muscular, with light brown skin and curly black hair he ties back in a short ponytail when doing anything requiring concentration. He’s wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off by hand. It shows off the lean muscle of his arms.

I have only the vaguest memory of meeting Anton, but my mom has told me the story many times. We met as toddlers, on the playground. I had managed to injure myself somehow and was wailing up a storm, and just as my mom approached to help, a child about my age came over and wrapped their chubby arms around me until my screaming subsided. Read more »

Closing Shift, or, The Dumpster Diver [queer] [NB/NB]

Mopping is my favorite part of the job. There’s something satisfying about cleaning up all the stickiness and filth that has accumulated on the cafe floor over the course of the day. We’re supposed to dim the lights when we’re closing, but I never do; I love seeing the floor gleam once I’m done.

I dump the water and put the cleaning supplies back in the closet, then hang up my apron and clock out. My bike is out back, so I use the back entrance, dimming the lights at last and locking the door behind me. I check my watch. It’s 10:15, a little later than usual. I’m eager to get home to my cats, and to the book I’ve been reading, the latest release in my favorite fantasy series.

As I’m unlocking my bike in the back alley, I hear a slam. “Shit,” someone says. I turn toward the source, squinting. There’s someone over by the dumpster for the local pizza place, holding a box of pizza in one hand and rubbing their head with the other. There are several more pizza boxes on the ground next to them. I surmise that the dumpster lid must have hit them as they were claiming their prize. Read more »