Copyright 2010 Sticky Pen. All Rights Reserved http://www.stickypen.com en-us Fri, 19 Mar 2010 16:49:12 -0400 webmaster@stickypen.com Fetish http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Fetish/A-Machine_2711 Fetish Mon, 15 Oct 2007 13:50:35 -0400
It was the day after my birthday, and now I am old enough to drink in a bar. It was early evening, so I decided to walk down a few blocks to a neighborhood bar. It was quiet inside and I sat at the bar on a bar stool and ordered a beer. An older man was sitting just down from me and he started talking to me. We talked about a lot of things and he was quite interesting. Finally we got on the subject of his hobby, he likes to make mechanical robots. It was interesting to learn how he made simple machine robots at first and now had some that walk and move their arms.Then suddenly he asked if I would like to come over to his house and see the robots. I was cautious. I had already had 4 beers and was feeling kind of drunk. Finally, I agreed to go with him.We arrived at his rather big home and he produced another beer for me. He then took me to his shop and showed me all of these marvelous robots he had made over the years. It really was quite amazing.Suddenly, he asked me if I liked sex. I slowly answered, “Sure, but...” He laughed, “not with me, I am a lot older than you are.” I felt relieved. I had never been approached about sex, so I didn't know what to say. He then said, “Would you like to go for a ride on a ...

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He walked away from his interview with light yet confident steps, probably feeling certain that he had nailed the interview. The truth is that he did nail the interview, and I was extremely inclined to give him the job here at the Cactus Creek as a server. I chuckled to myself whilst looking down at his application because he dramatically exited the restaurant by swinging open the kitschy saloon-style doors like a cowboy from the golden years of the wild and untamed west. The name “Reno Dakota” was scribbled in the box marked “NAME” on his application. When I questioned him about his real name, he made a gun out of his hand, pointed his index and middle fingers at me with his thumb cocked and ready to shoot, and told me in one quick deadpan expression, “You never question a cowboy’s name.” He then winked at me, so I smiled and simply left it at that, moving on to the usual interview questions. I had all his other information: I would find it out sooner or later. For now, Reno Dakota sufficed as a name for that rugged young stud. He answered the other questions in a similarly odd fashion, but not so odd that it was a turn-off; instead, his sly, slightly evasive, playful, and mysterious answers and manner of talking made him all the more endearing. Unlike the countless interviews before him, his was interesting and worth my ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Fetish/The-Massage_1610 Fetish Wed, 02 Aug 2006 13:25:23 -0400
I was feeling pretty good when I finished my workout at the gym, but I had overextended my limits a little more than usual with the weights. As I took my hot shower, I could feel the muscles aching more than ever before. My back muscles were screaming at me and the heat from the water soothed the ache, somewhat. I knew I'd better get some kind of a rubdown but, I had never had a massage, other than by my coach in school, after a vigorous wrestling match when I had pulled a few shoulder muscles. I decided I'd better find somewhere I could get a good massage to loosen the aches and soreness. Even my groin was sore from the squats I had been doing. I headed home from the gym and quickly got online to find a massage in my area. I saw there was one with only a telephone number, but by the prefix it had to be in the vicinity of my apartment. I called and a guy answered. I asked him if he had any appointments open within the hour and he said he could take an appointment in about 30 minutes. He gave me the address and I realized it was only 2 blocks from my place. I changed into my sweats and t-shirt, read my mail, and was out the door for my first experience with a professional in the art of massage. ...

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Quickly running into the woods the urgency had him almost tearing off his jeans. The strong clear stream could still be heard over the spring rain. He could hear the foliage being pelted with raindrops. He also felt the drops on his exposed ass. What he didn't hear was the footfalls stealing up behind him. Two hands cupping his ass cheeks is what he felt next. He stopped the stream and whirled around. Another man stood there, grey hair at the temples. He was not imposing. He was shorter and slighter. "I was waiting for you to one day leave the path." He referred to the concrete walkway that ran through the city park. "You know what your are doing is wrong." In a breathy, scared tone he answered. "N-no-one could see me." he stammered " The older man sternly looked him in the eye. "I did." He reached down to try and pull his pants up that were around his knees. "What are you doing?" The man asked. “Leave them down." As the man moved over to him he put his hands in front of his exposed cock. A tree stump was nearby which the older man sat on. "Now you know you must be punished. Your pants are already down. Now lay over my lap. You’re going to be spanked." He had never seen another man naked, nor been with a man. He always fantasized about being spanked. As an adult he would often reach around and slap his ...

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Beneath his perfectly pressed oxford shirt and tie, he hid a secret- something that no one at work knew about and he wanted to keep it that way. Eric hated socializing with the people at work. He thought they were all the same, all made from the same mold. He hated even more the fact that he was forced to look like them from 9 to 5. If they knew what he was like when he was not at the office, these prim and proper yuppies would freak. The thought brought a big smile to his face.He looked at his watch; only two minutes had gone by since the last time he checked. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. He had spent most of it in and out of meetings and he had had his fill of yuppies for today. More than anything he just wanted to leave and go to Brass, relax, and see what kind of fun he could get into.He loved going to Brass- every time was a new experience. Every time he pushed his limits more and more. Last time he had been gang banged by a group of bikers that had been passing through on their way to the beach. Just the thought of that night still made his ass ache. He checked his watch again; only five minutes had passed. He looked at the stack of reports on his desk and thought, fuck it, they would still be there tomorrow and right ...

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This story is dedicated to Aiden. You asked for it so here it is.“Hey Greg! Are you ready yet? Come on man, your holdin’ us up!”“Yeah yeah just give me second,” I yelled back, slipping on my best jeans. The ones that showed off my package. I sprayed a bit of Calvin Klein over me as I left my apartment with my friends. We were going downtown to the newest and hottest club in the city and I was definitely ready to get laid. I had this mindset as we made our way into the club. Even if it wasn’t the newest club, it was certainly the most crowded with wall-to-wall guys. It also must have been the hottest because they were throwing their shirts off every which way but I didn’t complain. For most of the night we danced, drank, and partied our asses off. So my friends ditched me after the first hour, probably to get laid themselves, and I was left at the bar, scouting the room for any cute eye candy. I knew in a club like this there would be the completely ripped, bodybuilders but that wasn’t my type. I looked around for the shy guys in the corners, the ones that could be dominated. A slave. There were a few guys with potential but none of them really stood up to my high standards. I finally gave up looking and decided to take a leak before I left when this guy just bumped into me ...

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From the first time I laid eyes on him my senior year of high school I couldn't get my mind of him. Lets say his name was Pete. Pete was about 5'11 with an athletic built body, (not overly built but built to were you could see every muscle in his body was well toned). He had black hair and blue eyes with an amazing off crooked smile. Pete also had hairy legs and arms with a 5 o’clock shadow. I was lucky and got him as my gym teacher for the school year. Pete was 25 years old. Some days I would get so turned on in the middle of gym class looking at his hairy legs, imaging what his cock looked like and if his ass was hairy. It was so bad that I would have to hide my hard on by pulling it up through the waistband of my shorts. Needless to say I jerked off almost every night to thoughts of sucking my gym teacher off and exploring his whole body with my tongue after one of the workouts he did everyday in the school weight room. One day I walked into the locker room to get changed for gym and had just missed him getting out of the shower (from his work out he just had during his prep period). I saw him standing there in his black boxer briefs that fit him so well, with a nice bulge that I couldn’t take my eyes off ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Fetish/Bite-Me_3406 Fetish Tue, 18 Nov 2008 16:35:56 -0500
I was laying in our soft king sized bed; Zac's large muscular frame was positioned over me. My whole body was humming and Zac wouldn't stop touching me. His hands slid eagerly over my thin chest, the calloused pads of his fingertips going up and down my body, sliding their way through my thin layer of body hair. Tonight was special, tonight was my birthday and Zac was concentrated on pleasing me and nothing else. "Fuck Zac. I want you... please" I begged him. He was so concentrated on my pleasure that I knew he wouldn't turn down my begging."Tell me what you want Taylor... beg for it." Zac told me in a husky sort of voice, full of passion and desire. His dick was hard and I could feel its length and thickness rubbing against my thigh."Fuck Zac. I want you to be rough with me. I want it to hurt." I told him. I had always enjoyed a certain level of pain during sex. Zac however, was always hesitant to give me the pain I desired. Zac was always afraid of hurting me. He'd always been a strong believer in 'making love' not simply fucking. Sometimes though, I craved for him to fuck me. I needed him to slam his long thick cock into me with little or no warning and fuck me until I screamed. So anytime he offered me a night of pleasure, ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/Fetish/The-Hot,-Red-Ass_3313 Fetish Thu, 18 Sep 2008 08:07:04 -0400
Mrs. Brockett, my babysitter had done it to me when I was twelve and had misbehaved. She had made me pull my pants down, bend over her big knees, and had spanked me. She had spanked me hard!She had told my parents what I had done, and they approved of her punishment even though I complained that a babysitter should not be able to touch me! But secretly, that night, alone in my room I jerked off thinking of her hand hitting my rubbery ass. Mrs. Brockett had no idea what genie she had let out of the bottle for as she had spanked me, I had hardened. As she had spanked me, I had imagined her fingers going where I fingered myself, where I pushed things up inside me. And then I had imagined she was a man, a man who would do what I desperately wanted.My secret life was just that, secret. I would spank myself, I had made several paddles for this purpose. I dated, but not seriously. I went to college, got laid by a woman, but it all seemed so much less than what I really needed. I have never gotten very tall, 5'6" and was very slim. Being small was not a benefit in college.When I graduated, I got a job at an advertising firm. I was 22 and acted as their gopher. I knew I was beginning at the bottom, but there ...

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I listened to the slow pulse of Lust as it crept into the room. The door had been sealed with painters’ tape and a wet towel but it still found me. It moved across the floor giving rise to the wood like a wave. The force made me trip and stumble backwards into the first bedroom. I was barely fast enough to push the door closed behind me. Immediately the clawing started. The scratching sounded like pleading. The kind of begging that digs into the flesh to draw something out that is not readily given. My intention was to grab a couple of condoms and packs of travel lube when I was stopped cold. In all the excitement I had forgotten about the picture of Stephen that I’d printed from an email he’d sent. My heart pumped my chest full with anxiety. I didn’t understand what had happened to us, how Lust had torn things apart so easily. I told myself to focus, that Stephen wasn’t coming back. The Lust had consumed him. I turned in panic at the sound of the opening door. Quickly, I fingered and filtered through the contents of the drawer beside the bed searching for what I needed and stuffed my pockets full. Five condoms, I counted. “Does carrying five condoms make me look fat” I wondered. Whatever the feeling was that inched to consume me, I was prepared for anything. The sound and motion of the floor writhing like a body in heat forced me ...

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