Downing Abbey – Chapter 4

(Lucas)

Eight long hours after a hurried lunch of a Subway BMT, the pile of Simco files seemed taller than when I began. I rubbed my temples and grunted. Steve finally brought me my cup of joe – though two months in and he still doesn’t know I don’t take cream – but it didn’t look promising for my plan to get home before sunset. Dropping my man-pride, I fumbled with my phone to send out an SOS, which didn’t get through the first ring before Chris picked up. ‘I have one minute. What is it?’

We nicknamed Chris “Captain America” because of his ability to lead and inability to stop working. He made sure that every task on the agenda got cleared, even if that meant running Jacob, Jillian, and I into the ground to do so. While Jacob brought amazing publicity for the firm and Jillian made sure everyone was on schedule, Chris was the right Brimstone at the helm.

‘I’m literally drowning here in Simco. Do you have anyone capable I could borrow?’ I moaned into the dead air.

Foxtrot by moonlight [solo][group][cheat]

The work week had been exhausting, but it was friday afternoon and soon, the work week would evaporate from memory.

You finish up the project you are working on and stand up from your desk to go ask your boss if there is anything that needs to be finished up before you take off. You smooth your skirt over your hips and turn to leave the cubicle when your phone buzzes on your desk.

You check your notifications.

“Tonight is the night. – H”

You forget about your boss. You forget about work. Your stomach knots with excitement and you feel a pleasant, warm tingle start to wash over you. “H” has been teasing you for weeks about a surprise he has planned for you, which is both exciting and frightening, since you haven’t ever met him in person… or even seen his face.

Your boss taps you on the shoulder, breaking you out of your speculation about what the surprise is going to be.

“This was just delivered for you. Which is weird… why did you have a package delivered here?”

21:02 – Part Two [x-Post /r/BDSMerotica] [BDSM/BD] [Brat] [MDom/fsub]

[Part One](https://redd.it/72zamh)

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Fraulein. Need I list off your offenses to you?”

My tongue was glued to my teeth, as I attempted to force a sound from my dusty, parched throat. He was standing over me before I could even process his movements. His firm hand under my chin, he forced my gaze to meet his, as tears filled my eyes. The first slap hadn’t yet registered, when the second landed with a smack.

“You will answer, when I ask you a question. Unless, you’d rather I take away your right to speak, as well?”

“No, mein Herr. Please. I would like to hear what I have done. I want to be better… for you.” The words tumbled out through my lips, my tongue stuttering over every syllable.

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he lowered me back to the floor and returned to his regal throne. The rustle of the paper in his hands sent me further into the mindset of the captive. I was before the judge, jury, and executioner; being read the list of my crimes and, summarily, my punishments.

“Oh, No! We Forgot our Uniforms!” [Group]

When you hear the siren, you don’t hesitate. There’s no time to worry about your hair or makeup, and the enemy doesn’t care if you’re ready. You just grab your rifle and rush to your assigned position- that’s how it works.

But things had been quiet lately in the region. I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘peace,’ but it was a nice change from what it had been when we first got there. Perhaps I had gotten a little bit too complacent for my own good. Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped off all of my uniforms at the camp’s laundry service in preparation for my three-day pass. Maybe I shouldn’t have locked up the few civilian clothes that I hadn’t mailed ahead, aside from the clingy black dress that was ill-suited for combat. I really didn’t have an excuse- it was entirely my fault. But at least I wasn’t alone; my bunk-mate did the same exact thing. They say great minds think alike. I think it was pretty clear that we were very far from being great minds, but we certainly did think alike.

21:02 – Part One [X-Post /r/BDSMerotica] [BDSM] [BD] [Mdom/femsub]

The realization that I was already two minutes late sent blood rushing to my cheeks, as my palms grew slick with anxiety and the relentless drumming of my heart thundered in my ears. He was going to be even more pissed this time…

I enjoyed counting the strokes of my punishment… the crop whistling through the air, before striking its purchase of pale, supple flesh. Yet to disappoint him… like this… again. The weight of my mistakes guilt me and shame me more than if he ever laid a finger upon me. Why couldn’t I even get the simplest parts right?
The fluorescent brilliance of the buzzer, where his name should have been, only served to confront me further with the reality that awaited me behind that heavy, shit-brown colored door. My King was surely already mulling over my punishments for not only my tardiness, but my obstinacy, as well. I would not keep him waiting any longer and my heels clattered against the stone with every step I took towards my sentencing.

[M4M] [Group] Need help making a gay fantasy story

I have been thinking about making a playful gay fantasy story that revolves around the basic concept shown in the comic I made in the link below. I had a story ideal that some geeks in high school made a size ray gun for a science project with different settings like (full or part) or for use on people settings like (full body or body part) and some other student sneaks into the room while no one is there and uses it to make his package bigger. Eventually other guys also do it together (Gay guys) with different end results before the ray gun is moved so they can’t use it anymore. I had the ideal that maybe the ray gun is so big that there needs to one person to shoot it at the other person but I don’t know if it should work that way or not. Also I had the ideal that the ray gun was only a growth ray gun (so can’t shrink things back) and that it was at some student’s house and build by their father. My last ideal is that they discover the gun being stored in their locker room and start toying with it. I’m not sure what to do with the ideal. Please give all the advice or ideals you have. I like the ideal but I don’t know how it should go. https://imgur.com/a/KB8RZ

Bought, Enslaved, and Anally Ravished by my Master [Mm] [anal] [noncon] [feminization] [spanking]

*(This is long, but I think the sex is really good and thorough once it builds to it.)*

Through I series of terrible circumstances I found myself knocking on a stranger’s door on a dark, warm October night with nothing in my possession but a small bag and an overcoat. My heart was thundering in my chest. My parents had been missing for three weeks. They were gambling addicts, and drug addicts, too–graduating, finally, to meth. We all knew it was dangerous, but they hadn’t been able to resist the urge to follow that sparkling thread into the shadows, and at the end of it there had been something that fed on them. Well-off people don’t realize: if you stumble outside of the law, there are monsters waiting for you. I’d had the horrific realization that I’d never find out what, exactly, happened to them. I was terrified it would happen to me. I was just eighteen and three weeks ago I’d been thinking about going back to my senior year of highschool.

Silent Suffering [BDSM][dub-con][cheat]

I had been patiently waiting for what seemed like an eternity, watching as the lights in the house gradually cut off; first in the childs bedroom, then the living room and kitchen, and finally the master bedroom. I knew the routine by now. I had been studying her for a week and very little ever changed.

I knew that in about 15 minutes she would come back out of the bedroom and sit down at her computer. She took the time after her husband dozed off to explore her darker fantasies on the internet, and that was what I was waiting for. When she logged on tonight, I intended to show her just how dangerous those dark fantasies could get. My breathing and my groin both got a little harder at the thought. I was going to show that little tease what real pain was all about.

I lost myself in my own dark fantasies while I stared through my binoculars, waiting for the dim glow of the computer monitor to highlight her face. I knew it would only be a matter of time before she was flushed and sweating, squirming in her chair and wishing her vanilla husband would come out and punish her for all the nasty, perverted things she was reading about… fantasizing about doing with him.

Girl’s dream: The Curse

I usually forget my dreams, but this one somehow stayed with me since I had it. This dream reached into my deepest fantasies and fetishes, and created a twisted, perverted story that only I could have come up with. I have to admit, I can’t stop thinking about it even now.

I was with my boyfriend, who looked nothing like my boyfriend, though I can’t quite describe in what way. I was a sort of witch or magician lady or something, and I had magical powers. I had put an oddly specific curse on him. Basically, it made him unable to cum unless it was with me. Even if he tried to masturbate or have sex with someone else, he would get turned on but without being able to ever finish.

There was something else about this curse. Every time he got turned on, the cum just accumulated indefinitely in his balls, and they’d grow bigger and bigger each time until he got to cum.

Derry – Part 1

[Premise/Background](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/725e4v/derry_premisebackground/)
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Rain, a soft rain would be the best way to describe it. There had been a steady flow for a few hours now with thunder off in the distance. The campus grounds were soaked save for the few portions protected by overhangs. Students darted across the wet grass and concrete, as if in fear of the rain melting them into a puddle. Alison inwardly chuckled at this thought, likening the other students to a horde of Wicked Witches of the West. In contrast to the rest of them, she walked forward as if nothing was out of the ordinary. While the rest hesitated to leave their areas of protection, she entered the downpour without any hesitation, refusing to allow the weather to illicit a reaction from her. She knew that there was no point in trying to run from it, unlike the majority of the student’s here who stayed in dorms Alison had a 30 minute walk home, by the time she got off campus there wasn’t a single bit of dryness left on her.