My Confusion Part 8 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

“Allie, are you OK?
What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer me at first.
She just laid there, the tears running down her face.

When finally she could speak she didn’t.
What she did do is flip around on the table and grabbed my shoulders pulling me downward and swallowed my face while kissing me, never missing a single spot.

Coming up for air she said.
“Nothings wrong, I was just, I mean I, I was suddenly struck with an overwhelming sense of happiness.
A happiness I had never before experienced.
It just washed over my entire body.
It came out of nowhere and enveloped everything that is me.

Frank, will you marry me?”

Suddenly for maybe the first time in my life I was at a loss for words.
Allie hit me right between eyes with her question.
“Allie, I, ahem, I but, but I, YES Allie.
Yes I will marry you!!” I said.
It was at this point that she threw herself into my arms and smothered me with kisses.

Jack and Jill Part 1 [MF] [MM]

JACK AND JILL

My name is Jack.
I have a long standing girlfriend whose name is Jill.
We have been close friends since we were toddlers.
My folks and Jill’s live in a large commune that was founded in the 1970’s.

It started as a religious retreat and over time became a self sufficient entity that just sort of morphed into what it is today, that is a group of twenty two family’s that have learned to share the land and the chores to create this unique society.

Our families have lived in the same house on the grounds of the commune for as long as I can remember.
You will find that in each of the houses that comprise our group there are at least two and sometimes more family’s living under the same roof.

With such living arrangements you might think that there would be difficulty’s when individual personality’s come into play.
We are of course a collection of human behaviors, and yes there are times of friction between members but that is only natural.
How one deals with these moments is what matters.

My Confusion Part 6 [BDSM] [MM] [MF]

Carefully releasing me from my bonds the coach held me upright as he very slowly moved me off of the cross and over to a small bed in the corner of the room.

I was completely out of it yet I could feel him removing the chastity device and begin to wash my body from head to toe followed by him drying me.
Pulling a blanket up and over me he lowered the lights in the room.

Sitting next to me he leaned inward and spoke.
“Rest now Frank.
You were amazing and now you deserve to rest.
Take no fears or worries with you while you sleep.
Just sleep the sleep of the innocent.”

Two days later while sitting in the library doing research for my Nat-Sci class.
Sitting at a table with a dozen books and papers scattered hither and yon who should walk by my table but Pet.

One second I was struggling to understand Lamarck’s ideas concerning evolution I looked up and was forced to do a double take.
As she spotted me there was a momentary look of confusion on her face.
Almost instantly a smile graced her visage.
I motioned for her to sit and join me in my educational misery.

My Sister Lizzy Part 6 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

 “What the fuck is going on here, why are you two naked and where is Lizzy?”
If anything could make it worse Lizzy came down the stairs at just that moment, oh yeah she of course was also naked.

“I’m going to ask you again why are the three of you naked?
Is there any explanation that you think I’ll buy into?”

Both of them wanted to grab the comforters that were on the couch to cover themselves.
I told them stay there and not to worry about being naked.
For the first time in my life I saw Lizzy at a loss for words.
Dave wasn’t much better.

After a few moments of silence I spoke up and said to Steve 
“Shut the fuck up it’s none of your business.
What are you doing here anyways and how did you get in?
I know for a fact that the doors were locked.”

Steve reached into his pocket and took out a single loose key.
“I made a copy from your mom’s key chain when she loaned me her car.” He said.

My Confusion Part 5 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

Turning around there stood the coach and Martha both wearing a grin with Martha applauding.
“Oscar worthy performance, don’t you think John?”
“Yes Martha I think you are correct.”

“Frank I want you to go into the bathroom wash and dry your cock and balls and then come back here.”
Having done my clean up as ordered I returned the coach and the others.

“Martha would you like to do the honors?” Asked the coach.
“I would be forever in your debt if you would allow me the honor.
Frank come over here please and lay down on the table on your back please.”

As I reclined upon the table Martha began to manipulate my cock.
As she was doing this I felt my balls and then my cock being placed into something metallic.
My balls were pulled through a ring and my cock being encased in what felt like a cage followed by the sound of a click.
“OK Frank stand up.

Getting up from the table I looked down at what Martha had placed my cock into.
I was locked into a male chastity device.
My balls were pulled through a ring and my cock was encased in what looked like a bird cage that surrounded my cock.

The Wrong Road Part 6 [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [Witchcraft]

“Luke the reason I called this rare conference of practitioners is to decide what to do with you.
How are we to train you, who is going to train you and last but not least, is it safe for you to have these ability’s?” Lucretia told me.

It took me a moment for Lucretia’s words to sink in.
It wasn’t so much what she said as it was the implications of her words.
If it turns out they felt that it wasn’t safe for me to have these ability’s what could they do about it?
What would they do about it?
Was there a danger here for me, should I be watching over my shoulder?

Suddenly everybody seemed just a tad less friendly.
“Luke,” Keiko spoke up snapping me out of my introspection.
“Luke why don’t you walk with me for a while.
If that’s OK with Lucretia.”
“I think that that is an excellent idea Lucretia said to Keiko, why don’t the two of you take the afternoon and get to know each other.
There will be plenty of time to meet the others.”

My Confusion Part 1 [MM] [MF] [BDSM]

MY CONFUSION

My name is Frank and I have a problem. (I think.)
I am a sophomore at a well known university.
For obvious reasons I can’t mention the schools name.

Well, here goes my story.

It all started a few months back.
If you have the time sit back and allow me to tell my story from the beginning.
I grew up on a farm in a small rural town in Wisconsin.

My family was typical Mid-Western conservatives.
We voted Republican in all the elections and went to church every Sunday.
Except when the harvest was due.
Come to think of it I would imagine that the pews were particularly empty during that season.

I had a normal childhood and was your typical corn fed mid-western boy.
I’ve had the same girlfriend since I was ten.

Susan had been by my side through thick and thin.
We never really talked about getting married, it was just assumed by everyone including the two of us that this was how it was to be.

The Succubus Part 3 [MF]

“Steve, I don’t know what your EEG machine showed but I had a vision.
It wasn’t a dream it was a vision of, well the best I could describe it was a vision of hell.”

I went on to describe what I had seen during the time I was out cold.
While I was relating this Steve had a BP cuff around my arm and taking my blood pressure.
I could see the look of consternation on his face as we spoke.
“Frank, lets head back to your room to talk.

If you don’t mind I’ve asked a friend of mine to join us.
He’s the head of a research team that explores the mechanics of dreams and dreaming.
They have been doing this work for a couple of years now and have had some interesting findings.

Returning to my room I was introduced to Steve’s friend Dr. John Green.
“Hello Frank I’m Dr. Green.
However let’s not stand on formality just call me John and if it’s OK with you may I call you Frank?”
He asked.
“Sure Frank is fine.” I said.

The Further Adventures of Frank and Karen Part 9 [MF] [MM] [FF] ]BDSM]

The girls rushed off to get dressed for the days classes leaving me with a couple of hours before my first class of the day.

Before they left they returned to my bedroom, with Karen holding her hands behind her back.
When I inquired what was up Karen opened her hands displaying the chastity cage.

Letting out a groan as Barb lifted my balls and placed them through the ring at the base.
While Karen fitted the cage around my cock.

With a snick Karen closed the lock while handing one key to Barb while retaining the other for herself.
“Now you go to school and be a good boy.
If we think you deserve it we may unlock you later tonight, maybe.” Karen told me.

Picking out the loosest pair of pants I owned I dressed while inspecting myself in the mirror.
Happily the pants were loose enough that the cage didn’t make its presence known.

Making my way to class this morning was proving tough.
I had not been in the habit of wearing my chastity devise and it had a tendency to pinch and rub a bit.
That wasn’t so much of a problem as I would eventually get used to it.

Sara’s Self Discovery Part 9 [MF] ]MM] ]BDSM]

“Mistress it’s just that I have never… with another boy.

With that “Sub” reached out and very gently cupped “Lad’s” cheek and stroked his face as he looked deeply into his eyes.
You could see “Lad” visibly melt at the first touch from “Sub”. 

As “Sub” led “Lad” towards the center of the room a crowd began to gather in a circle around the two yet leaving a wide space in which they may play.
Someone had also brought over a small open backed sofa and placed it in the center of the room.

Standing behind “Lad”, “Sub” reached around him and began exploring his body.
Running his fingers through his hair ruffling it up he proceeded to work his way downward.

Stroking the boy’s face ever so gently, he placed his index finger in “Lad’s” mouth.
Immediately “Lad” began sucking on the proffered appendage.
While I watched I saw “Lad’s” cock harden further and begin bobbing up and down.

“Sub”, continued his exploration by tweaking the boy’s nipples, pinch, pull and twist.
As his nipples were twisted “Lad’s” knees bent a bit as he tried to cope with the intensity of the sharp pain from the twisting.