Monthly Archives: January 2015

Frat Hazing

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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Gay Classroom Discipline

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

Gay Classroom Discipline contains three stories:

Disciplining the Jock

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.

Turning the Tables on the Teacher

If he’s being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there’s someone in his class who won’t get pushed too far. Jackson, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He’s willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves.

Disciplined in the Dean’s Office

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:

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.

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: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from several works by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.


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Disciplined in the Dean’s Office

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

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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Turning the Tables on the Teacher

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.

If he’s being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there’s someone in his class who won’t get pushed too far. Jackson, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He’s willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves.

Excerpt:

“Of course I can,” he said. He delivered another stinging slap and I moaned pitifully. My palms pressed at the floor and I wriggled again on his lap. I could feel the jiggling redness in my ass. I could feel his eyes taking in the humiliating sight.

And then I gasped from surprise, not pain. His hand was wandering along the inside of my thigh. His strong fingers were approaching … I could feel him kneading at my sensitive skin.

“My my,” he said. “Professor, you’re getting a little hard, aren’t you?”

“I’m not!” I objected defeatedly. Even as I spoke I felt myself stiffening further.

“No? You’re positively throbbing. I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”

I clamped my legs together in mortification, but the discovery had been made.

“Well, well,” he said to himself. “What a dirty, dirty boy you are. Here I thought I was punishing you, and instead you’ve been enjoying every minute of it.”

“That’s not true!”

“I can tell when you’re lying, Sam. I can feel you get all tense. You don’t have any secrets from me. You like nothing better than getting a good spanking. You probably know how much you deserve it.”

I kicked at the floor in impotent humiliation. Why had my body betrayed me like this?

I gasped again as his fingers returned to their previous exploration. They moved between my thighs and rubbed over my scrotum, fondling my balls with his curious fingers.

Another moan escaped from my mouth and I clamped my jaw shut. It felt so good and I wanted it so badly, but it was just so positively humiliating and wrong to admit it, even to myself.

“Please,” I moaned, although by now even I didn’t know whether I was begging him to stop or begging him to continue.

“Naughty little professor,” he said as he fondled me. “Breaks the rules and turned on by the punishment. How am I to handle this?”

Evidently he decided that he just needed to spank me harder.

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


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