By Disastrous-Space-91. This is a story told to me by a friend who is 35 years old and is a reasonably successful guy. He is also your stereotypical small penis underdeveloped beta male. His name is Nick. I’m giving the real name because there’s no way to trace this back to him. The context is that he has a stepfather, let’s call him Bob, because I won’t use his real name, who is a very, very domineering alpha
Read moreBy Davdar192. I’m Darren, 31, Gay and single at the moment. I am 6’3″ and slim, slightly muscular, some would say I have a swimmer’s body. I work in a large company and manage a team of salesmen; they’re all very confident and cocky, so I have to lead them with a firm hand. I’m not there to make friends, so it doesn’t bother me that they dislike me. Scott and Jim are both extremely confident, all the
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Sam stood at the mouth of the alley, heart thumping harder than he liked to admit. The dim orange glow of a broken streetlamp flickered overhead, casting uneasy shadows across the wet concrete. The city buzzed behind him–cars, voices, the faint thrum of music leaking from somewhere he couldn’t see–but this alley was quieter. Quieter and darker. He remembered the last time like a pulse behind his eyes: their strong hands, the way they made him feel small
Read moreBy Exhibition1st. Tom had done several of these over the past few months: police line-ups. “Easy money,” he said to his mate Kris as the two lads shared a beer one evening after work. Tom was classically handsome. He had dark hair, lightly tanned skin, and a short stubbled beard. He was slim but with just a touch of muscle. He dressed simply but fashionably, and the arms of his plain white T-shirt clung nicely to his biceps. “Maybe I’ll
Read moreBy GiorgiosandMegansCuck. You feel nervous as you approach Megan’s front door. You’re there because she sent you a simple, slightly cryptic text that read: “Hey. Can you come over? There’s something important I want to talk to you about.” You told her you’d come over right away and rushed out of the house. You didn’t want to acknowledge it, but a part of you was hoping that Megan had finally come around to seeing you as more than a friend,
Read moreBy CuckoldressAnne. Charles was married to Charlotte, 12 years his junior. She was a bit of a trophy wife to start with, gorgeous with blonde hair and an amazing figure. However, she was quite shy and reserved, but this didn’t stop Charles from parading her around on his arm. She looked good in his Ferrari, and he loved it, the thoughts of other guys fancying her but not being able to have her. It was definitely a power thing. Charles
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. The examination room was small and utilitarian, designed more for efficiency than comfort. The walls were painted an unassuming off-white, with a single framed print of abstract art hung slightly crooked on one side—an attempt at warmth that didn’t quite land. Bright fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a cool, clinical glow over everything. In the center of the room sat the exam table, its padded surface covered with a fresh sheet of crinkly white paper that rustled
Read moreBy Exhibition1st. Best mates Alex and Aram huddled over the table as they nursed the last of their beers. Both lads had exhausted their overdrafts, and they knew it would be their last night out for a while unless they could find a way to earn some extra cash. Alex look around him despondently, “How come everyone else can afford to be out on the piss,” he complained with a scowl, “So unfair.” Aram was more thoughtful and solution-oriented than
Read moreBy TooSmallDave. When I was a student, some gay guys I knew in the drama society persuaded me to have a part in a play where I had to walk on stage totally naked and stand facing the audience for ten minutes. I was aware one of them fancied me; they charmed me and flirted and cajoled me and bought me drinks, so I agreed. I was aware that I was smaller than other men but easily flattered and somewhat
Read moreBy pantsedinpublic. My name is Matt, and I am 30 years old. Over the years, as an adult, I’ve noticed that I have become increasingly less social. Being antisocial, it has become harder and harder to meet new people and keep in touch with old friends. That is why I reached out and wanted to start therapy. I went to Google and looked up therapy near me. Not long after starting, I found a website that listed all therapists in
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