An Elderly Gentleman and his Four Lovers. a novella by Roscoe Forthright

This novella will be posted as individual chapters over the next few months. Readers will notice this is not quick-read of jack-off literature. This an actual long form erotic novel.

**Preface**

Some stories need to be written to be believed, to be read twice before the meaning is clear. When a story presents ideas far removed from the ordinary life of most people, the story struggles to remain credible. Such stories require the same active imagination readers bring to fantasy and sci-fi. A non-fictional story which elucidates new views of reality requires just as much imagination as escapist fiction. In 2022, in the United States of America, a story which presents joyful and delirious group sex, and offers spiritual enlightenment, and accurate descriptions of God, all within the same narrative…such a story will be seen by most readers as too incredible to believe. Those readers will say to themselves, “Oh, that is nonsense. That cannot possibly be true. Such things never happen.”

Bondage Photo Shoot

I love sharing my wife but usually it is with other married couples or couples where I have the chance to have sex with the other woman while Patti is having sex with the man. When we lived in Arizona Patti used to model for photographers doing nudes and some sexual posing. I had a friend who loved doing photography with her he was a nice guy and his name was Dave. I arranged to have a bondage photo session for Patti with Dave doing the photos. Here is what happened.

Patti had expressed interest in bondage so I thought I would have a photographer who was our friend come over and do a photo shoot with her in bondage. Dave had done some photos of Patti before and he enjoyed seeing her body and loved her tits and ass. I gave Dave a phone call to talk to him about doing a bondage session with Patti and set up a date. I also told Dave that I knew he liked Patti’s body and if the opportunity presented itself he could have sex with her. Dave thanked me for that and said he had wanted to have sex with her from the first time he seen her nude. He said when he was doing photos of Patti nude he was really hurting and as soon as he got home he stripped put the photos on his computer and jacked off thinking of being with Patti. I said that’s cool and I hope you two actually have sex this time. Dave said he would do the bondage first and then some nudes of Patti after the bondage set.

Little Pet ~Part 6~ (Bondage, Master/Slave, fantasy, deep throat, anal TW: RAPE!)

Everything felt far away, sensations dulled as I lost my focus.

I could feel the wild rutting of the werewolves, but it felt distant, like a memory. The sounds of sex muffled and distorted through my own heartbeat in my ears.
My body felt sticky and slick at the same time, sweat and cum coating every inch.
Werewolf stamina seemed to be even higher than that of a vampire.

My mind dulled further as my body thrashed and tensed, an orgasm firing off through every over stimulated nerve in my body.

Consciousness was only a hair thin as the wolves used me. Though my body reacted, I felt no connection. My eyes slowly closed, consciousness fading.

SNAP

My eyes flew open as I suddenly felt the scorching hot burn of a new stretch. My pussy was opening further for the werewolf below me, his hard knot pushing into me. I thrashed and screamed as the new pain brought reality crashing down. I whimpered and screamed into the cock that stuffed my face.
I felt as though I was being ripped apart from every orifice. The two wolves in my pussy and ass were pushing their knots inside, the final act of abuse on my defiled body.

M4F : Seeing you my high school crush/bully at our high school reunion.

PLOT: All through high school you bullied me relentlessly. You and your preppy cheerleader squad always got away with doing the meanest things to me because I would be too intimidated by you.
Fast forward to our high school reunion, I’m happily married, you’re married, we see each other and you still manage to be a bullying bitch, but you’ve become even hotter somehow and I take it most of the night until I snap and teach you a thing or two about bullying.

Ok so, we can play around with some of the plot points, I’m open to suggestions!
My kinks and things I want to do in this story are: bondage, rough sex, anal, anal gaping, sloppy oral, gagging/light puke?, choking, slapping, spanking, and many more, just ask.

My hard limits are: toilet play, beastiality, scat.

If you’re interested and or have any suggestions feel free to chat me and we can discuss and decide if we want to play!

Fantasy Rogue extract valuables from a cruel local lord. (Femdom, Bondage, humiliation, noncon.)

Rogue

“It’s a fine night” I think to myself, “a tad warm, but a fine night.” my thoughts continue as I stroll down the smooth stone corridor. Bright moonlight pours in from the high arched windows, bringing cool air with it. I can’t help but smile, it’s over it’s finally over. The rebels crushed, their mercenaries defeated, my lands, incomes, titles, and future are secure once more. The task had been far more complex and burdensome than I had expected.

The little hamlet of Taris had dared to defy my rule and rejected my tax collectors, they had “elected” a new leader and gone so far as to hire foreign mercenaries to oppose me. It had gone bad at first, I admit I was overconfident in the outcome. Knights lost in ambush, reluctant men at arms, and a long winter had almost seen them a victory. The surprise attack on my household likely would have ended my life had I not been away that day. Most of my staff aside from a few guards and my own loyal Sargent at arms were killed that day. Bloody work, from savage foreigners.

The Albums [MF] [light bondage][paddle]

She turned, back to the audience now as she walked down the runway.  The cameras clicking, lights flashing, she could see the curtain.  Everything just seemed a blur.  She could feel the breeze across her breasts, the material flowing over her body and simmering as she moved.  As she walked towards the curtain, she saw him, elated that the show was ending.  The crush of people, the heat, noises, smells colours and music was a sensory overload.  He rushed her to the back and handed her an envelope.   Another puzzle.

 
As she opened it, the room cleared, and people began to disappear.  A black and white photo of her dress and heels and a cocktail napkin with a time written on it.  On the napkin was the name of a bar at a hotel.  She quickly gathered her things and left for the requested location.   She found the room with the door ajar and walked in. They always celebrated after his reveals for the season.  Always something different.

Stud [M] get milked on the farm [bd]

The sunlight reflecting off the white concrete of the courtyard triggered my circadian rhythm, rousing me from my deep slumber. The damned arm and leg locks dug into my skin, moist from the hot night before. I counted myself lucky that was wash day today and the farmer would take them off after this morning’s session.
I picked my long frame up out of my hay bed, brushing off the strands that were tangled in my short black hair and ones that sweat had stuck to my tanned, bare skin. The four metal walls of my cell hadn’t changed and the door’s peep hatch was still shut. I like to think that meant no one checked on me last night.
I didn’t know how much longer I was indentured at Luran’s Milking farm but the farmer told me that after last week’s count, I had almost paid off my parent’s debt.
I shuddered, not at the cool dawn air but at the memories of the new depths of pleasure the farmer managed to uncover last week.
The crunch, crunch of gumboots on gravel singled the farmer’s arrival and I walked over to the gate which opened as I approached.
“Come on Milky-Moo” the farmer called from the milking pen, he sounded like the gruff seasoned farmer that had broken me into the routine when I first came to Luran’s, compared to the young, spritely guy who was my farmer last week.
I shuddered again at the thought of him as I stepped through the gate onto the rough concrete of the milking pen, stretching my legs as I walked to minimise the post-session cramps.
The morning sun had already warmed my blue yoga mat that softened the pen, protecting my elbows and knees from becoming raw. I knelt down on all fours, my cock instinctively hardening at the touch of the yoga mat. It was a tough first week getting me to harden up for milking every day, but that’s conditioning for you. It was a lot easier once they waxed my body hair and shaved pubic hair away till my cock felt pristine and smooth.
The farmer stuck a screwdriver through the gaps in the metal fence and adjusted the brace hinges at my hips, knees and elbows, then tightened them with a ratchet screwdriver, pushing my limbs into position for optimal milking position, until I was locked into the position introduced last week. It doesn’t matter whether I relaxed or strained against the braces, until I’m in position the process is always uncomfortable. The introduced position of my ass in the air with my chest low enough to the ground that I could rest my forehead on my arms was only introduced last week but the higher-ups must have listened to that spritely guy. I sighed, this was the position for the foreseeable future until I finish the debt or cum quantity drops low enough to justify a new position. Such a demeaning position, *good for a little milky boy like myself*. There’s the conditioning, right on time as the gruff farmer raise the milking machine over my cock, the conditioning making me get even more rock solid. From what I remember, the machine was a flesh-light, modified to have lubricant pumped in from the opening, that was attached to a piston arm to milk me dry.
*Flick*, *flick*-*flick*. That telltale sound started the machine and boy did it start. The fleshlight felt different from yesterday’s, it was firmer, with small lengths of rubber brushing back and forth against my singular milking tit, like textured bumps but lengthened. The firm walls felt like I was pounding into someone, rather than getting milked. I closed my eyes (there wasn’t much to see from this position) and focused on the sensation of those uvula brushing back and forth, back and forth on my dick, like fingers of a harem stroking, teasing, exciting, begging for me to fuck them. The first of many micro-organisms to come ran up my spine as I clenched harder, not wanting to disappoint my harem. It felt like my dick was going to bust a vein, it had never felt so hard before.
I had never felt so great about my cock before, I felt the orgasm coming and leaned into it for the first time in a long time. I could almost feel the seamen pooling at my girthy base, waiting, waiting. Back and forth the piston moved, it felt like a sneeze was coming in my cock. And it was released.
OOH, such warmth, I raised my head and saw such colours behind my eyelids, every pump of the piston drew more and more cum from me as I felt my scrotum empty and the cum started to drain away to who knows where.
*PLEASE RAISE YOUR HEAD FOR NUT-RIENTS*

Hotel Playtime for Daddy and Princess [Mdom][bondage][orgasm control][impact play][breeding]

     You are the perfect picture of beauty dressed in the lingerie set that I bought for you as you kneel before me in our hotel suite. A variety of sex toys are laid out on the coffee table in front of you. You look up at me expectantly as I sip my gin and tonic which you have mixed perfectly for me. “Okay Princess, first things first, I would like to watch you pleasure yourself for me. Choose one of the toys on the table and enjoy yourself. But remember, you must ask for permission to cum. Do you understand?” I ask with a wolfish half smile. You nod and look up at me. “Yes Daddy.” You reply as you choose your toy, a vibrating thruster dildo and get comfortable on the couch across from me.

     You let out a sigh as you slip the toy inside you and a slight gasp as you turn it on. I unbutton the first three buttons on my dress shirt and simply watch the beautifully erotic show that you are putting on for me. Watching as your pleasure builds slowly, hearing you moan and whimper as you adjust the settings, increasing the sensation. The way that your body moves as you lose yourself to the stimulation is absolutely intoxicating. 

The accidental free use dom: Day one [Part 2] [MF]

Yesterday I posted the [first part of this true story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s2joai/the_time_my_gfs_best_friend_turned_me_into_a_free/), in which my girlfriend’s friend played a vicious prank which awakened a latent submissiveness in my girlfriend.

Re-reading that story again today, it seems like crazy fantasy fiction right? Just a horny guy imagining the perfect girl on tap. But it did happen, and here’s the kind of detail that sort of relationship requires.

My girlfriend was called Beth, attractive brunette, firm perky breasts and long smooth legs. After a night of passion she’d offered to become free use around the house. But what does that mean?

Does it actually mean I can fuck her whenever I want? Not entirely – I couldn’t just grab her when I was cooking or throw her around over furniture midmeal. I had to ask, and I had to give her time to get ready. Not always, if she was ready for a throw down we could go for it, but if she said “gimme ten minutes,” that was cool. If she wasn’t feeling well or had just eaten, I waited. if she just wasn’t in the mood to play, there was a special word she could use to let me know not to bother her: indigo.

I [F] ate my pro[F]essor’s ass almost every other day for 3 years. (PART 2)

Holy shit. My mind is blown at the reception of the first part of this. I was not expecting that at ALL! I browse this sub on occasion and never thought I’d be able to write something that so many people would compliment not just for the content, but for the writing itself. Thank you all so much for the sweet comments!

I didn’t respond to anything in my last post (because honestly I was so busy for a few days afterwards I kind of forgot about it) but I promise I’ll respond to any questions or nice comments this time, so I guess after you read it… AMA?

Anyway, sorry for the delay on Part 2. Like I said, I forgot about posting it for a few days and since the holidays I haven’t had time to sit down and write the follow-up. Plus, based on the reception of Part 1 I didn’t want to half-ass the real nitty-gritty. So I’ve reflected a lot on the experiences over those couple of years to make sure I know what to write about and what not to bother with. It took me a few sessions over about 3 days to type this up so hopefully no typos this time! Obviously conversations are paraphrased to the best of my recollection – I’m don’t have a perfect memory. 😉 Okay. Let’s boogey.