Copyright 2010 Sticky Pen. All Rights Reserved http://www.stickypen.com en-us Fri, 12 Mar 2010 09:52:38 -0500 webmaster@stickypen.com BDSM http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/BDSM/Big-Birthday-Wish_1382 BDSM Fri, 12 May 2006 15:05:31 -0400
I was an impressionable teenager and prone to fantasies I couldn’t shake. And, like any teenager, I was raging with hormones. One such fantasy was Mr. Walker, who lived down the block from us. He was a former Marine in his thirties, who worked hard to keep himself in tip-top shape. He was a runner, and I’d frequently see him running around our neighborhood, wearing no more than skimpy shorts and running shoes without socks. He wasn’t muscle bound by any stretch of the imagination, but he was finely built and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His buzz cut and exercise regime screamed that once a Marine, always a Marine.The first thing that started me to fantasizing about Mr. Walker was his wife. She was a cute little blonde thing who always looked so satisfied with herself and who popped out a baby every twelve or thirteen months or so. In my adolescent mind, this suggested to me that every minute Mr. Walker wasn’t out running, he and Mrs. Walker were in their bed "doing it." The mere image of that turned me on. As I said, I was suffering from raging hormones then, and I found myself fantasizing about being in bed with the Walkers—for several weeks about being in bed with Mrs. Walker, and then for a while with both of them, and finally, distressingly, I fixated on being in bed with just Mr. Walker.The Walkers belonged to the same community club my family did, ...

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A Driver's Nightmare - Chapter 01by Mike RedbothamCopyright on this story text belongs at all times to the original author only, whether stated explicitly in the text or not. It had been snowing heavily; the roads on the hills around our city were blocked resulting in long delays. However our city, in the valley, had escaped the worst and the roads were reasonably clear.Having to take a friend home late at night, I joined the eastern by-pass at a roundabout, having right of way before a lorry, which was traveling in the same direction.He followed me closely to the next roundabout. Being a local driver and knowing that there are speed cameras on this road, I kept to the 40mph limit. Although by this time snow had ceased falling, the roads were still treacherous.The lorry followed me closely with full headlights blazing in my rear and side view mirrors.I felt I had no option but to slow to what I considered a safe speed with a huge vehicle so close behind my small saloon. I opened my window and tried to gesture to the driver to pull back but with no effect.As I reached the next roundabout, I was able to accelerate away from the lorry and resume the speed limit of 40mph. However, within a short distance, he again caught up with me and took up station extremely closely, still with headlights blazing. Again, I felt it necessary to slow to a safe speed. When we reached a traffic light ...

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In the late seventies, long before anyone had heard of AIDS, bath houses were wilder than they are today, because no one had to fear catching anything that a quick trip to the clinic wouldn’t cure. I loved going to the baths, and although I was a petite young man with a baby face, back then no one seemed to care if you were really 18 years old or not. I was also the first "smoothie" that I know of, so I looked like a cute little blonde boy prancing around nude in a jungle of big, horny men. Many men found me very attractive, and I loved the attention it brought me. I would always end up being someone’s girlfriend for the evening, but one night I became a slave.It was a hot Friday night in the summer and the place was crowded, probably because they had better air conditioning than any other bathhouse in New York. There was no shortage of good looking men there, but I had someone special in mind. I wanted to meet one of the leather guys that always had the rooms at the end of the hall upstairs. He was a tall, tanned, and muscular man with a beautiful, eight-inch cock. I loved his powerful arms and his tight, tanned body. I always wanted to suck his cock, but lately I’d been fantasizing about him giving me a good spanking first.I stripped, put my clothes in my locker, and my locker key on its ...

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He stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked young man tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of his bondage, of course.He stood erect, his legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between his ankles forcing them apart. His arms were pulled behind his back, strapped together at his elbows and wrists, forcing his well-defined chest forward.Sweat dripped down his torso and his bound arms all the way to his slim waist. He was gagged, his mouth stuffed with a ball gag and covered by a thick leather strap. Otherwise, he was completely nude.That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it silenced and commanded his naked body, offering his shaved and bound cock and balls in wanton invitation. But there was more tonight — much more!On each of his erect nipples was a small spring-clamp. These connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from his nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the young man, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on its top. In fact, if he weren’t leaning back and away, his sore and distended nipples pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The young man arched ...

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“If you let anyone know about this the deal will be off.” I read the line aloud for the tenth time. My heart was racing, the paper burning in my hands. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.It all started as a joke really. About a month ago my friends and I were all gathered around my kitchen table discussing the usual sex, sex, and more sex. When I came to the realization that when it came down to it I was actually very vanilla, and to my dismay everyone agreed. The kinkiest thing I had ever done was have sex in my exes parents’ house. You could hardly consider that adventurous.I took one last look at the letter before putting it away. Master Manson was his name and he was going to be my ticket to wild nasty sex. So far I had done everything he asked, including shaving off every little bit of hair. Just thinking about that made my crotch itch. This being shaved clean was going to take some getting used to. The butt plug Master Manson sent with the letter was a little bigger than what my hole was used to. Every bump the bus hit sent ripples of pain throughout my body. In my seat I readjusted myself.If it had been up to me I would have been more than glad to pay for a plane ticket, but Master Manson insisted I come by bus. He said I wasn’t better than any other slut and ...

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Coach Davis shut the door behind him before dropping into the hard back wooden chair behind his desk. It had been a long day for the high school gym teacher. He rose at five that morning and headed off to the gym to get a workout before school. Then he spent the rest of the day not only teaching his regular gym classes, but also using his free periods to fill in for Mr. Tucker, who had called in sick, teaching his health class. And then after school he had to run practice for his senior boy’s baseball team. He had been so busy he even missed lunch so he was enjoying this much needed rest. He would sit for fifteen minutes, giving the young men a chance to shower and change, before he himself hit the showers and headed home. The Coach leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest for what seemed like a second. All of a sudden he was jarred awake by a large banging sound coming from the locker room. It took a second for him to focus and realize that he had fallen asleep in his office at the school. Looking at the clock on the wall Coach Davis realized he had been out cold for over thirty minutes. Then he heard the banging again. It sounded like metal on metal. Next he heard what sounded like several sets of feet running followed by Danny Mannix’s voice yelling, “Pussies!” And finally there ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/BDSM/A-Drivers-Nightmare-05--Chris,-Adam-and-Mr-Redbotham,_2454 BDSM Thu, 07 Jun 2007 11:45:12 -0400
A DRIVER.'S NIGHTMARE 05- CHRIS, ADAM & MR. REDBOTHAM - THE FINAL CHAPTER.By 'Chris' a.k.a. MIKE REDBOTHAMRead Chapters 1 - 4 for the background to this story.I woke after the most traumatic day of my life feeling like SHIT! My poor backside hurt, inside and out, but it was my head that caused me to ring in, sick.It was throbbing after a sleepless night; it was spinning with all that had happened to me and my reaction to it.Two days ago, I was a happily rampant hetero. Now I didn't know who or what I was!I slumped in front of the telly, dozing fitfully, for most of the morning. By lunchtime, I had to get some fresh air and went out for a drive.OK, I know what you are thinking! But, no, I didn't go back to THAT place! Just a drive in the country and a long walk along the riverbank.It certainly helped to clear my throbbing head - although I was still as confused as ever.But, what the hell? Come on, Christopher, pull yourself together. I still had my job, I was still young and fit…and I still had Jeanie. Oh!Oh, well, we'll just have to see what happens.Then, who should interrupt my reverie but Jeanie herself, on the mobile, thinking I was still away. She wanted to go shopping on Saturday. I can't say my heart was in it but I agreed, just to keep the peace.I was feeling a lot better.Little did I know my life was ...

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COTTAGE BY THE LAKE: The Ties That Bind I sit on the deck behind my cottage, only about 50 feet from the shore of Big Mountain Lake. I am enjoying the sunset, as I do most evenings. I have finished my dinner of pan-fried fish that I caught and cleaned myself from the Lake, with potatoes and corn that I grow myself in my garden, and a salad of lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and peppers from the same garden. I have just lit up a sizeable pipe of the Good Stuff that I brought back on my most recent trip to Mexico. I used to be a cop, and I still have ID, so they never search me. Life is good – I have owned this cottage free and clear for several years now, and about 20 acres of ground on either side, and I have it in the shape that I want it. No one comes here but me, and I like it that way, too. My father bought the place originally, and worked himself into an early grave trying to get it paid off. My mother always hated the place, and neither my brother nor my two sisters much liked it either, but I love it just like Dad did. He and I would come up here by ourselves more often than with them, and he taught me to fish up here, and to handle the small rowboat that ...

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Bob was just a normal sort of guy. He was married to Clair a wonderful woman, they had two kids, good holidays together, normal sex life, professional jobs almost everything you could possibly wish for. But Bob had a secret. Deep down he was a sub. He needed to worship his Dom, and feel the thrill of being used for the pleasure of another, totally manipulated into acts well beyond his normal day to day boundaries. He received a text at work. Roadside Motel, Rm 215, 8pm Wed. Buy a pair of white cotton panties and wear them today. Hand them to me to examined when you arrive. Sir This was the first time he had made contact with a male Dom, normally he craved submission to a woman, but after the last one he knew he had to try things differently. Where was he going to get the panties from? He wracked his brain trying to think of ways to back out, but knew in his heart it was the last thing he wanted to do. He had to go and submit to Sir completely, whatever the consequences. He went to the local shop and bought himself a pair of white cotton panties, he couldn’t stop himself from getting the matching bra. Every-time he looked round he thought that everyone in the shop was looking at him and knew that the lingerie was for him. He even thought the sales assistant who rang the till smiled to herself as she ...

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My angel was taking me to the darker side, introducing me to new sensations and passions, higher levels of arousal than I had ever known before in my heretofore vanilla sex life. He was an addiction, a dangerous habit to feed, I fully realized, and I had come back to his den willingly, wanting to know what more there was, what new heights my passion could reach. My head kept saying no or at least go slow, but my body yearned for his touch, for his domination, for reaching new heights of body awareness and pleasure under his guidance. I had returned voluntarily to his basement room, as he knew I would. My hands were handcuffed to the brass headboard welded to the wall, and I was kneeling, facing the wall, on a stained mattress. We were beyond the spankings and light lashings that had made my tender ass, inner thighs, and cock and balls red, swollen, and ultrasensitive to the touch. We were even beyond the soothing and arousing attention his lips and tongue had paid to my swollen thighs, tender kissings that had crescendoed to bitings that had me screaming for mercy, and then to the rimming and invasion of my asshole with his searching tongue with its tantalizing knobbed stud. We were now on to a new phase. He knelt between my thighs, very close into me now, the studs of the leather harness criss-crossing his bulging chest rubbing against my shoulder blades, his rock-hard cock, with its ...

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