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It’s been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul — some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of everyday living. And often people are unaware of the dark passions which lie within themselves. Yet sometimes these passions are brought out where they cannot be ignored, and a person’s life is changed.
The men and boys in this story of slaves and masters are at various stages of self-discovery. Some already know where they belong in the bondage and discipline scene — others are only learning.
DOMINATED BOYS — a group of people coming to grips with themselves.
He was a good lookin’ fucker. A wavy mane of jet-black hair framed the high cheekbones and square planes of his face. His eyes, dark, brilliant green, traveled slowly across the broad, bone-tipped shoulders reflected in the mirror, down to his mounded, angular pecs and lean, scalloped torso.
The thick veins on his arms bulged like ropes as he struck a pose. Danny Wilde was one hot, A-number-one stud, and he knew it. He was turning himself on as he displayed his muscular teenaged body to the full-length mirror. His warm, semi-hard cock felt good through the soft, worn denim as he dug his hand into the big knot at his crotch.
Danny wore his jeans spayed on over a pair of loose jockey shorts. After some experimentation, he had discovered that this combination showed his crotch off best. He liked showing off the huge mound created by his thick ten inches and bull sized nuts, proud that he had the biggest fuckin’ basket in the whole school. The hot boy grabbed his hardening rod through the cloth, rubbing his thumb across the big, plum-shaped cockhead. His stiff cock jerked painfully.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.