A Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. There have to be thirteen of them. Sigma Beta Chi has never known why. It is simply in the agreement, the way the date is in the agreement, the way it has been since the house on Lorimer Street was built. Thirteen pledges come over on the Friday before bid night. Not twelve. Not fourteen. If they cannot field thirteen, the chapter finds a thirteenth, and they always find him, and Odessa Fontaine has never
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. I changed the spreadsheet on the second Monday in March. It took four minutes. I opened the payroll file as I do every Monday, placed my cursor in the box next to my name, deleted “office help,” typed “Controller,” and hit save. Then I sat there a while with my hands in my lap. Nobody said a word about it for several days. Then Roger came into my office with the quarterly, stood in the
Read moreA Fictional Story by anonymous2727. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… The next week was the hardest. People whispered about me when I passed them in the halls, girls like Tara and Amanda openly called me Tiny to my face, and the video of my utter humiliation at Jake’s hands was playing on repeat throughout the campus. I wanted to switch schools, but Lucy got me through it. My mom and sister supported me too. I’m not sure they
Read moreA Fictional Story by Quietoldie. My wife Jane is a stunner. I met her shortly after her first marriage ended. We met at a party at a mutual friend’s house. I was immediately drawn to her beauty and effervescent personality, even though she was sitting very close to another man. They were clearly an item, although neither was wearing a wedding ring. He kept touching her leg as they talked. I was captivated by her looks. She was showing a
Read moreA Fictional Story by Jane42GG. Prologue My submissive has been waiting for over a week for me to allow him to cum. We meet in his small apartment on a rainy day. He adores being caged and having me mock his small penis as part of our play. He wears his cage when we are apart. *** A Caged Submissive’s Reward His tiny cock sticks out like a steel hook from which to hang small items. So I do. I
Read moreA Fictional Story by kleincox. -1- A couple of months ago, my wife invited her sister over one Saturday morning to do some scrapbooking. My wife recommended that I work in the yard so they could have some privacy. Yard work is one of my least favorite ways to spend a Saturday morning, but it did need some attention, and I was not in the mood to deal with my sister-in-law’s criticism. We had never really gotten along, and she
Read moreA Fictional Story by Runtz4. Growing up with sisters, you learn to deal with certain things as a boy. As the most shared space and the one where the most private matters occur, the bathroom creates a significant arena of tension among siblings. You learn to live with hair all over the place, with products crowding the sink. And what seemed like an ever-growing assortment of shampoos, conditioners, and cleansers in the shower. Here’s what I know: girls use a
Read moreA Fictional Story by MaraJones95. I woke up to the sound of a moving truck backing into my neighbor’s driveway. I’d fallen asleep on the couch again, cold pizza and a half-drunken beer on the table in front of me. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I walked to the window and peered through the curtains to catch a glimpse of my new neighbor. She was a little taller than average, with straight blonde hair that was brown at its
Read moreA Fictional Story by MileBiGuy. Most of this is true, and closely based on real experiences I shared with a girl I once dated. We’d been fucking for a good 15 minutes or so, and it… just wasn’t working. I was having trouble feeling much sensation because my hard cock felt like it was just floating in warm butter. Nice, but not enough. Even Stephanie flexing her Kegel-enhanced pelvic muscles wasn’t making a difference. And I could see the frustration
Read moreA Fictional Story by Gooner25. The morning after Kayla asked me point-blank if I was a virgin, I couldn’t look either of them in the eye. I busied myself with cereal, crunching loud enough to drown out the memory of her words. But my dick twitched under the counter every time I replayed it—the casual way she’d said it, like she already knew the answer. Like she’d already seen enough. Will clapped me on the shoulder again as he passed
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Part One: Discovery It started, like most bad decisions do, with boredom and a browser tab that should’ve been closed. Tom had been scrolling aimlessly on a Tuesday night while his wife Shannon was at her book club. His thumb swiped through Twitter, past memes and sports highlights, until a retweet caught his eye. A woman in lingerie, posed against a bedroom door, captioned: “New rating video dropping Friday. DM me your pics, boys. I’ll
Read moreA Fictional Story by subliminalmassage. Marcus grabbed a handful of my long auburn hair, pulling me down onto his dick as he fucked me deep. My tits rattled in rhythm to his thrusts, almost hitting me in the face as I looked down at Tiny’s locked, poor neglected dicklet. Daddy was taking me from behind, as my cuck obediently treated my clit like butterscotch. I was hurtling towards the edge again. Marcus’s abs rippled in the mirror, his smooth brown
Read moreA Fictional Story by juncobu. Once upon a time, there was a Jock. He was tall and handsome, with dreamy eyes and a short-cropped beard that accentuated his strong jaw. At nearly thirty years old, he still spent long hours at the gym to keep the hard, muscular body he’d developed as a college athlete. But the Jock had a dark secret: he had a very, very small penis. Below his tight abs, between his bulging quads, right where a
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. Friday… With his wife out of town on business for the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity, and Andrew knew it. He hadn’t done it often, only a handful of times, but even though he couldn’t, the thought of it was almost always on his mind. But he knew it was simply too great a risk ever to take so wantonly. Wearing panties always felt like committing a crime, and the scene had to be
Read moreAn SPH Experience by LittleJohn. Hi, my name is John. I am 18 years old and fell in with a bad crowd. I like to gamble and always seemed to lose. I had borrowed money from some of the guys, and they wanted it back. I had two ways out: take a beating from them or help them steal radios from cars. As they were bigger than me, I chose the radios. They told me it would be Friday night.
Read moreA Fictional Story by charmer949. HOW IT BEGAN “We need to talk. We can’t keep fucking like this. I have a very small vagina, and your dick is shredding me inside. It hurts.” “Well, it’s not like I’m big; I’m only five inches hard.” “Why do guys always know their dick size?” “We measure it; it’s a lifelong competition.” “If you want to compete for me, you’re gonna have to make your dick smaller.” “How about I just enter the
Read moreA Fictional Story by EgonOlsen1925. I was twenty-two, and I was still a virgin. That fact sat on me like a stone. It sat on me in the way that facts about your body sit on you—heavy, immovable, the kind of thing you carry around and try not to think about but that presses into you at every quiet moment. In the shower. In bed at night. In the locker room. On dates, especially on dates, when the conversation is
Read moreA Fictional Story by joifiend11. Diane, whatever ethical objection you’re trying to lodge isn’t landing. I mean, I see what you’re getting at. Yes, I know Prometheus is actively seeding and creating conflict between the players. It’s a competition; that’s the nature of it. And I don’t think that’s inherently unethical. Do you complain that the rules of American football allow players to deck one another? That the slowest sprinters in the Olympics don’t get medals? That the rules of
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Six months. That’s how long it’s been since I stumbled into this hole, and I can feel it getting deeper every single week. I’m twenty-seven years old, I’ve never been inside a woman, and after what the doctor did to me when I was a baby, I never will be. Not in any way that counts. The circumcision was botched. That’s the clinical term the urologist used when I finally worked up the nerve to
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Her name was Tasha, and she knew everything. Not everything in a vague, close-friend way. Everything. She knew about the chastity cage. She knew about the Venus Berlin trip. She knew about the camgirl sessions where I paid women to laugh at my dick on screen. She knew about the locker room incident, the stag party, the nude beaches. She had a folder on her phone labeled “Beta Boy Evidence” that she’d started as a
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