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Hazing the Jock

Published February 26, 2016

Jack and Leo have been best friends since they rushed Alpha Nu Tau together back in freshman year. Now that they’re seniors, they’re looking forward to messing with the pledges in the same humiliating ways they got messed with when they were rushing.

But when they end up in charge of initiating a freshman stud who’s willing to do anything, Leo starts taking things a lot farther than Jack was ready for. Soon, things are getting intense, and Jack’s realizing he’s excited by things he never expected.

And when they pause to catch their breath, it becomes obvious that the two guys are just as interested in pushing the boundaries with each other as with some eighteen-year old jock …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, oral sex, rough anal sex, multiple partners, dominant alpha males and an increasingly submissive young fraternity pledge. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“Hey, pledge!” Leo shouted as David came into view again.

David turned and trotted up the walkway to the house, his thick-muscled chest heaving with exertion.

“Damn, that cock doesn’t shrink much in the cold, huh pledge?” Leo observed. “Come with us.”

He led David back inside, with Jack following behind. They followed him upstairs and back to the room Jack and Leo shared on the third floor.

Once inside, Leo closed the door.

“Jack had a good idea,” he told the naked freshman. “He was thinking you might be a little uncomfortable being naked around all the brothers.”

David flashed Jack a grateful glance, but it was short-lived.

“Well, the point of this initiation period,” Leo went on, “is to break down boundaries, right? Open you up to the social bonds of the fraternity? No secrets here, Davey.”

David looked back at him with trepidation.

“So how about you lick Jack’s cock.”

“What!?” Jack exclaimed, sure he hadn’t heard right. His groin throbbed a little. Leo wanted to see him get his cock licked by their freshman pledge? Why … was Jack turned on by that?

David looked at Jack.

“Go on,” Leo ordered. “Try one good lick. Show it to him, Jack.”

Jack looked helplessly from David to Leo, feeling cornered. He suddenly felt every bit as much on the spot as the pledge, maybe more so. What if he enjoyed it? What if they could tell he enjoyed it. He felt another unwelcome throb in his groin. God, was he really getting hard? Now?

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Tutoring the Jock

Published February 26, 2016

By the time he’s a freshman in college Peter’s realized he gets feelings that straight guys usually don’t, but he’s always been able to ignore them. At least, he could before he tried out for the football team and met Terrence, the school’s star running back. Not only is Terrence handsome and built, Peter knows there’s not a straighter guy on the team.

Every weekend he sees the chiseled jock out with girls on his arm. He can only imagine his reaction if he found out he was the subject of a secret gay crush. But now the coach wants Peter to tutor the grade-challenged star player, and with so much close contact the effect the well-hung jock has on him is not only becoming impossible to ignore, it’s impossible to hide …

When the guys crack a couple beers over the books, Peter lets slip a comment that finally puts it all out in the open. The only thing more surprising than his lapse in restraint might be that Terrence doesn’t really seem so turned off …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, oral sex, rough anal sex, a dominant straight man and his increasingly submissive younger tutor. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“Hey, Terrence,” Peter said as knocked lightly on the open door to room 235. It was 8:03, which he figured was late enough to seem casual but not so late that Terrence might think he wasn’t coming.

“Peter, hey, come in,” Terrence said as he looked up. “Grab a seat.” He motioned to a chair near the desk. He was sitting back on his bed, a beer open on the dresser beside him and a textbook open on his lap. He indicated the beer can. “Help yourself if you want. The mini fridge is fully stocked.”

“Thanks.” Peter sank onto the chair and grabbed a beer. “How’s it coming along?”

he asked.

“Like shit,” Terrence laughed. “But hey, you’re probably getting paid for this, right? That’s music to your ears.”

Peter shrugged. He hadn’t heard anything about getting paid, but he wondered if Terrence would think him a sucker for doing this for free.

Terrence wasn’t exaggerating when he said it was going badly. He hadn’t paid the slightest attention in class, and was now trying to come up with answers to a worksheet with questions not covered in the textbook.

After about forty-five minutes and another beer apiece, Terrence put his hands to his head. “Alright, alright. Timeout.”

Peter sat back and put aside the sheet they were working on. He was ready for a break, too. He didn’t want to seem like a light-weight, but the beer was starting to make it hard to concentrate. He had wanted to take away some of the jitters, but now events seemed to be flowing by in a smooth, easy current and numbers and equations were all starting to look alike.

“My brain is starting to fry,” Terrence bemoaned. “Hand me another beer.”

Peter watched him take a long drink from it, forgetting for a moment that he had been working hard not to stare at Terrence all evening.

“So how’s your night?” Terrence asked casually. “I mean other than this bullshit. You got a cutie waiting up for you or what?”

Peter laughed. “Not me.”

“No? These college girls not giving you any love? You’re not so bad looking.”

“Ah, thanks,” Peter said embarrassedly, feeling a slight flush in his cheeks. “I guess I just haven’t really been looking.”

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The Doctor’s Demands (First Time Gay Medical Exam and Aphrodisiac Erotica)

Published October 2, 2015



Medical student Josh Daniels never imagined that an internship in in Dr. Lowe’s lab would put him at the center of the famous researcher’s medical experiments. But when the doctor needs a young straight man for his intense pleasure therapy and sexual behavior modification testing, Josh is soon ready to do anything to fulfill the doctor’s expectations.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, the use of a potent aphrodisiac, a highly erotic medical examination, anal sex, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, receptive young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

I frowned at the tabletop. Behavior modification? The idea seemed so invasive and frightening, and what exactly was I being modified to become? He had mentioned a sexual aspect of things. What could these two men do that would give me a better sex life?

“I’m straight,” I blurted. But immediately I flushed again. Why had I said that? It seemed like I needed to say it, but he hadn’t implied anything.

Dr. Lowe smiled a little in amusement. “That’s good, Josh. That was among our criteria. It was clear to me in the elevator that you fit the profile we’re looking for.”

I looked at him, not understanding his words. I wanted to object. I wanted to be put off by this sudden and unexpected request.

But looking at him I couldn’t help but feel the warm glow of relevance and security. He could do anything, accomplish anything, and here he was trying to make me a part of it. And if I said no, what was left for me? That would be it. I’d never be here again, and more than anything I couldn’t stand the thought of being sent away from this place where my future seemed attainable instead of some distant dream.

“Obviously it’ll be an intense and demanding experience for you,” he said, reading my unspoken reluctance. “No one will stop you if you try to walk out that door.”

I looked up at him, into his eyes, trying to read him. There was a slight intensity I hadn’t seen there before, and for a moment I doubted what he had said. He would try to stop me, I thought. He wants me to be a part of this. He thinks I’d be good for it, or he wouldn’t have gone to the trouble he already has.

And maybe it was that more than anything that put me over the edge. I only knew him by what I read about him and heard about him from a distance, but I had already almost forgotten already. It felt like he was a presence I had always known and wanted to make happy, a distant figure of natural authority and competence that alters and moves the world without really trying to. After only a few words I already felt a compulsion, a need even, to make him happy with me.

I should have asked more questions, learned more about what he was asking, but without even meaning too I had already made a decision, so what was the point? All it would do was imply that I was doing it for me and not for him.

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Paying off the Bikers

Published March 7, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and rough group sex, alpha male biker outlaws, the use of potent aphrodisiacs and sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Jack Leighton is all business, all the time, and it’s his willingness to do anything to get ahead that’s helped him build his little clothing line into a full-fledged sportswear brand. But he’s taken things just a little too far when he turns to moneylaundering to help his struggling bottom line, a decision that brings him in contact with types of men he might not be ready to handle.

Now when he tells the outlaw MC president he needs to take a break from their agreement, the biker seems to want to help and offers Jack a pill that will help him focus and get his books in order. But soon, Jack finds out that helping him get ahead wasn’t exactly what the tattooed outlaw had in mind, and the drug he’s given him is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.

Before Jack knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and new urges have pushed him into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help him fill his sudden cravings …

Excerpt:

Laughter sounded from around the table.

“That wasn’t a pill to help you focus,” Cole chuckled.

“It wasn’t?”

What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn’t left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my body.

“No, it wasn’t. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I grinned a little nervously.

“It’s a drug that makes people look and feel like you’re looking and feeling right now.”

“Horny?” I asked before I could think to stop myself.

He laughed. “Exactly, college boy. Exactly. But don’t you worry, we’ve got a good idea what to do about it.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.

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Gay for the Boss

Published February 20, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and public sex, a powerful older alpha male and his young inexperienced personal assistant, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Joey’s four years in college were supposed to prepare him for bigger and better things, but working for a man like Peter Everette takes all the sting out of being a personal assistant. He may already be one of the city’s most powerful men at the young age of 34, but he’s so approachable and friendly with his newest employee that Joey can’t help but admire him for more than his success.

Inspired by his boss’s ability to stay in shape and look good while running a multi-million dollar company, he’s bought himself a fitness supplement that promises more than just some extra energy. But when the supplement turns out to have some “additional properties,” new hormones kick Joey’s admiration for his boss into new, unexplored territory.

Before he’s had time to think, he’s flaunting his new openness to experimentation in ways that Mr. Everette and the other partners accustomed to the firm’s stuffy work environment can’t help but notice … and act on. It’s not long before the young and inexperienced young man is getting all the attention he can handle, and more.

Excerpt:

I stepped forward unsteadily, flushing under the scrutiny of the two men as both of them turned to look at me. I saw Mr. Rockworth’s face take on a momentarily puzzled expression at my altered appearance and for a lingering instant our eyes locked. “Ah – well, sir –” I started breathlessly, trying to remember the question ” – that is, Mr. Nelson, sir, a positive work environment is a good thing to have, I think.”

“Come on, Joey,” Mr. Rockworth prodded, quickly banishing any indication from his face that I looked anything other than normal, “now’s no time to be shy. I just want Mr. Nelson here to appreciate the human element in what we’re talking about. How would you characterize our relationship, for example?”

“Well, sir,” I said, trying not to look at him so I could form my words better. “I think it’s a good relationship. I mean, I like working for you very much. You’re very kind to me, and when I make a mistake you make me aware of it without making me miserable, sir, which you could do, you know. I mean I value what you say so much that if you were ever harsh to me I’d just fall apart, only you’re never harsh at all. You’re good. And obviously you’re always so important and busy that I’m sure it would be easy to say a thoughtless thing, only you never –” my flood of words faltered as I realized, even in my somewhat loose state, that maybe I was saying more than I had been asked “– never do.”

I looked up uncertainly to see Mr. Nelson watching me with a slightly surprised expression on his face. “Are you always this – forward – with your superiors?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“No,” I answered honestly, “I hope I’m not being inappropriate. It’s just that I’m extremely attracted to him, sir – oh, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I mean, it was just a mistaken – I have only workplace appropriate thoughts for my professional superiors, sir. I meant I’d do anything to please him.” I stared down at the floor, trying to get my head straight. My hard cock had freed itself from the elastic of my underwear, though, and so instead I found myself staring down at the sizeable bulge in my own pants. “I’ve had a hard-on all morning,” I explained.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo at Work with full consent of the original author.

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Turned Gay by the Doctor

Published February 3, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and public sex, medical examinations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, tense and uptight James Channel is being stretched to the limit. What he really needs is something to help him let go and unwind, and his doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of repressed sexual tension, though James is quick to deny to his handsome, charismatic doctor that this could be a concern for him.

But when the doctor issues him the drug and keeps him in the exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.

Excerpt:

“Well, it’s certainly promising, but it’s still in clinical trials. We would need to be absolutely sure you’re a good fit.”

“Anything,” I agreed.

He flipped through a couple pages of his clipboard, considering the matter. “Well, this is a bit unusual. I’m going to have to ask you a couple very personal questions, James, if that’s alright with you.”

“It’s certainly alright, doctor,” I said, smiling at him.

“How regularly do you experience sexual release?”

I started and stared at him, sure I had heard him wrong. “Experience what?”

“I am sorry to have to ask,” he apologized. “But the drug in question has been known to produce certain, possibly undesirable and uncontrollable side-effects for individuals with a great deal of pent-up sexual tension. Otherwise I would certainly never pry into something so personal. You see, as an anti-anxiety drug it tends to induce a more relaxed – ah -” he coughed politely ” – impulsive mental state. Especially in individuals with latent or repressed … tendencies.”

“Oh,” I said, flushing a bit. I looked at him and then looked away. If I was being completely honest, I probably knew what the answer should be, but I’d sooner die than admit to this rugged specimen smiling at me that I hadn’t been getting any. I was sure it wasn’t something he could ever understand. “Regularly, yes,” I informed him. “Of course, not constantly, I mean not excessively, of course. Just a usual amount.” My voice sort of rose in pitch as I stumbled over myself to present the matter the right way.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Side Effects with full consent of the original author.

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Frat Hazing

Published January 25, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, anal and public sex, hazing, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Evan Dalton has had a tough week rushing Nu Alpha Delta: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but he’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until he hears what his final assignment is going to be. Apparently he’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return his final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac that they give him, and one that has a history of releasing repressed sexual desires?

It all sounds a bit excessive, but maybe once some jocks from a neighboring frat show up to watch the spectacle they’ll help him find something fun in his sudden overpowering and forbidden urges.

Excerpt:

Every sensation was becoming more and more magnified. It was as though I could feel where every inch of clothing touched my skin. With each slight movement I felt the cloth rustle against me. It felt very good.

And yet … it also felt very strange. As I focused more and more of the feeling of my clothes lying on me, the more naked I felt: not naked like I was exposed to the onlookers, but just naked in the sense that I was intensely aware of my own body under my clothes and aware of the fact that the clothes were not my body. They just constrained it, bulkily and clumsily. It was like they didn’t matter, really.

I wrapped both arms around the vacuum for better support and the handle poked into my chest. I jerked at the additional sensation, and experimentally rubbed the hard rubber handle across my front. The lower part pressed against my groin.

Immediate sensory feedback exploded in my brain. My GOD did that feel incredible. I put a hand to my chest and almost cried out at how intensely good it felt. The slightest caress over my nipple felt as good as any orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.

“Jake, are you watching this?” someone said. Voices bubbled in the background, but they were a little hard to make out for some reason.

I looked down at myself, half-confused and half-euphoric. I was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt of the night before. I was developing a very obvious erection beneath the denim crotch and I only became harder as I stared down at myself. Impulsively I ran a hand down along the outside of the growing shape and let out a low, involuntary groan.

I stopped myself, remembering with difficulty that I was not alone. I looked up to see the faces turned towards me, eyes wide and mouths agape.

“Damn, that stuff really works, huh?” a voice muttered.

The warmth in my stomach had sunk lower in my abdomen and down into my groin. A pulse ran up and down my whole body and I felt a hot throb of tightness as my cock strained against my pants. With incredible difficulty I resisted the urge to plunge my hand into my underwear. My whole body seemed to be humming, strung tightly between passive ecstasy and an almost unendurable need for more stimulation.

I looked about myself again, trying to focus on where I was. My eyes found Tony Bethel standing in the doorway.

“Wh – what’s happening to me?” I asked him breathlessly.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s The Public Sex Dare with full consent of the original author.

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Disciplined in the Dean’s Office

Published January 15, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, anal sex, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Jackson doesn’t know why he started the rumor about Professor Vicarro, his young and handsome politics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Mr. Iverson himself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean’s heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he’s probably earned the spanking he’ll get, but did Mr. Iverson really have to tell Professor Vicarro about the whole thing, too? Surely he’ll find his own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.

Excerpt:

The ensuing silence was awful. After daring the initial glance towards Professor Viccaro my eyes had stayed locked on a spot on the floor near the leg of the desk. I could feel him considering me.

“Won’t you say something, Professor?” I finally blurted.

“I’m trying to understand you, Jackson.”

“What’s to understand? I shouldn’t have said – I just made a mistake.”

“What did you want?”

I struggled with the question. “I guess I just sort of liked the idea of it, to tell the truth,” I said finally in a very quiet voice. “I’m just so incredibly embarrassed, professor.”

He blinked in surprise. Then he started to laugh. “Is that what it was?” he said. “I thought I saw something in the way you looked at me, and it made the lie all the harder to understand.” He closed the door of the office and stepped into the room. “But then again, if you knew the headache … what a stupid thing.”

“I’m sorry.”

He loosened his necktie and ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair. Even though it was wildly inappropriate given the situation, I couldn’t help but find him even more alluring when angry than when he was calm and collected. He seemed simultaneously capable of anything and yet in control. I got the sudden and very strange insight that he had probably been the type to get into a lot of trouble when he was younger.

He turned back to look at me and caught me staring. His eyes locked to mine, freezing me in place, and I watched a faintly appraising look come into his face.

“Well what are we going to do about this?” he asked.

The question sounded rhetorical, so I watched him without answering.

“Tell me,” he said, walking over to lean against the desk only a couple feet from me. “What is it exactly you told people I did?”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Naughty Rumors with full consent of the original author.

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Disciplining the Jock

Published January 10, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Peter Stanton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn’t look like that’s going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Alex Whitner notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The handsome professor decides it’s time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what someone who actually knows how to handle him looks like.

Excerpt:

“You know, Professor,” I begin, “I understand why you have me cleaning the classroom. I’m really learning a lesson. But as for talking to Jessie, I really don’t understand why that’s so necessary. How do you know I don’t like her?” I shrug my shoulders. “That’s the sort of thing I get to decide for myself, isn’t it? I’m not just a child you get to push around like that.” I wince slightly as I hear the last words come out of my mouth. That may have been taking it too far, but it was where the conversation was headed anyways.

“That’s a very interesting perspective, Peter,” he says in a neutral voice. “But surely if you cared about her you wouldn’t be manipulating her into giving you her work when she clearly didn’t want to.”

I roll my eyes in dismissal. “Professor,” I say, “is it really that simple? Sometimes you need something from someone, that’s all. It doesn’t hurt her any if she helps me out, just like it doesn’t hurt you any if you forget this whole thing ever happened.” I put a little emphasis on the “if”. I’m not obvious, I think, but I do it just enough that he’ll interpret the sentence the way I mean it.

He sits back and considers me for a long moment, taking me in – all of me. I find myself suddenly a little bit self-conscious but try to shake the momentary weakness out of my head.

“What are you doing, Peter?” he asks. “Why do you think it’s appropriate to act this way?”

I try to meet his gaze, but I’m finding it increasingly difficult. “Like what, Professor?”

“You – always trying to push people around to get what you want. Do you think I’m some kid who’ll go weak-kneed if you flex your muscles?”

“What are you talking about, Professor?” I ask as innocently as I can, mentally backpedaling as my heart begins to hammer. He seems angry. It’s suddenly obvious to both of us that I don’t have the courage to go through with my implied threat.

“What am I talking about?” He asks incredulously. “No, enough. I’ve wasted too much time trying to teach you like an adult and give you the benefit of the doubt. I can see now that I was wrong from the beginning.”

He stands up, angry and strong and an inch or two taller than me as he looks down at me. He grabs me by my arm and pulls me to face him.

“Look at yourself,” he says. “Do you think this is an acceptable way to behave? How far in life do you think this sort of stunt will take you?”

I look up at him, unable to speak. There isn’t anything to say. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at me, almost like he knows he’s supposed to be angry but he’s responding in a different way instead – almost like he’s noticing me the way I noticed him along the pathway this morning. I draw in a faltering breath.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Caught By My Professor with full consent of the original author.

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