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Wanted: Willing Subjects
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First posted on StudsInStone, copyright Floatr 2012 — Jack was awoken early by the sound of someone yelling. He wanted to yell back and tell whoever it was to quiet down, but then, through his sleep-filled daze, he realized that it was being directed at him. “Jack! Get your lazy…
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Master’s Doll House (Ch. 3)
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It poured out like milk. So smooth and white – slowly turning to pink. Minutes before, Stanley was terrified of the prospects of his new life changing forever. Like a caged animal, he was too preoccupied with trying to escape that it slowly dawned on him how he NEEDED this.…
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Tightness
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Rhys couldn’t contain himself any longer. A gasp escaped from his lips, turning into a moan as he arched his back. Hands caressed his chest, his stomach, his butt, and each touch sent lightning through his body. The hands were shining and smooth. Some were black, blue, red… all coated…
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A Better Way To Commute
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Louis sighed. His day had been long and laborious. Counting the hours on the clock, he was exhilarated for the weekend away from his desk. He hated pointless meetings that could have been emails. Okay, his company had some poor performance issues over the past few months. But his workload…
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Master’s Doll House (Ch. 2)
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Time lost all meaning as Stanley moaned in desperation. He continued to, suck and sweat in his current predicament. The video feed was constant, as erotic videos of extremely modified dolls played in front of his eyes. With no choice but to watch what he was soon to become. Often…
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The New Throne
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CLICK Your camera snaps the scenic landscape in front of you, as your foot adjusts its position on the mossy rocks. The vast forest was filled with fallen branches and trunks long forgotten. The seasons had been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the…
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Becoming The Skinhead Slave
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(Photo by Craigskin © 2015) Drip. Drip. Drip. Soaked through to his skin, Chris felt the droplets of rain collect at his hair ends and plop onto the carpet below. He kneeled, eyes fixed on the welcome matt, wondering how long he’d be kept waiting in the dark. The door…
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Walk On The Wild Side
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The curtains added a cerulean glow to the morning light. The harsh lighting caused Manu to stir as he began to rise from his slumber. For a moment he felt around for a familiar presence in his bed but found an empty space. He breathed a deep sigh. His Sir…
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Master’s Doll House
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The elevator doors slid open, revealing a desolate underground car park. An average-looking salaryman exited the lift, ready to face the drive home after a long night in the office. Stanley stayed late the past few weeks due to several important deadlines. He wasn’t a workaholic by any means –…
