Gay slave stories
I Was Sold on the Slave Block
by ‘Treadwell Martin’
as told to Harry Harrison (1956)
I tried to spin aside, but the guard behind me twisted the chain until the handcuffs bit into my wrists. He pushed me forward. The sharp edge of the platform slice into my ankles and I stumbled and almost fell. I received a blow on the head for my clumsiness and was barely conscious of being dragged forward. The auctioneer’s cruel voice ground into my ears as he addressed the prospective buyers. A hard-faced Arab in the front row leaned forward and prodded my leg muscles, the way a livestock buyer would examine a horse.
The whole scene seemed unreal and ancient like an illustration from Arabian Nights, a slave market right out of the shadowy ages, complete with smoking lamps, Arab buyers and chained rows of slaves. But this wasn’t history – it was happening right now in the year 1954, and it was happening to me.
I was being sold on the block as a slave.
Most American Negroes, like myself, are only three or four generations removed from slavery. My great-grandfather was a slave, but I know I never think of it any more than an American of Russian descent worries about hi
An Xcite Books collection of five erotic gay stories with mixed themes including m/m, contemporary, historical, menage, BDSM, voyeurism, sex in public and interracial. Slave-master He kept three slaves, treating them like the dogs they were, using collars and chains and commands, and his cock, for obedience. He made them perform for him – on each other – before unleashing his own lust on all three. Slaves never had it so good. Gym Dandy The new guy, Dexter, strode into the gym like he owned the place, taking narcissism to a whole unused level. He was tanned and ripped, had a torso bulging with chest plates, huge, vein-striated arms that peaked up into the clouds, cleft chin and square jaw and bright blue eyes. In other words, I liked everything about the dude, except his ’tude; that did need a whole hell of a lot more work. And I was just the horny man to do some honing, for the superb of gym harmony. The Banker Boys Jerry Jenkins, Texas Ranger. He was looking for the Banker Boys – Pete and Roy Banker, and their third partner in crime, Tom “Tommy” Herman. Ploughing dirt with their sweat and tears wasn’t anything the Boys wanted any part of during the Dust Bowl Depression. So they’d t
The complete collection of stories following Noah’s transformation from small, skinny guy into a huge, muscular stud with a submissive streak who can't stop himself from following any command given by any gentleman around him.
(muscle growth, transformation, submissive top, top to bottom, group domination, common humiliation, mental alteration, exhibitionism)
This collection includes:
1 - Dalton's Junk Shop: Gay Muscle Growth Submissive Top Story
2 - Public Muscle Sub: Gay Slave Mind Altered Story
3 - Controlled by the College Boy: Male lover Public Muscle Control Story
4 - The Muscle Boy's Job Interview: Gay Top-to-Bottom Story
5 - The Muscle Slave's Open House: Same-sex attracted Slave Dominated by Group
From Part 1:
Noah is a small, slim guy, but he wants to be bigger. He dreams of becoming a tall, handsome, cocky muscle stud. He thinks it's just a fantasy - until he meets Mr Dalton.
The junk shop is notorious for helping people achieve unfeasible things. Noah's friend miraculously lost weight when he went there, and he tells Noah all about it. Noah can't resist visiting the place himself.
Mr Dalton is a mysterious man, but he does exactly what Noah wants. Except Noah doesn't fully understand how bi
Chapter One-1
Chapter One As I bounced around in the trunk of his ride, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. My body was totally wracked in unbelievable pain, and I was unable to move even a fraction of an inch. I was nothing more than a worthless piece of luggage and had no idea when it would end. I knew just one thing. He was taking his slave on a vacation into purgatory. It was firm to think of anything but the agony I was experiencing, but through a cloudy mind I thought back to how all this got started…. I’m an 18 year old college student, and a star soccer player at Purdue University, going there on a complete scholarship. Even though I’m rather small, my rock hard body, gazelle-like speed and amazing agility construct up for any doable short comings. Actually I’m almost 5 feet 4 inches tall and weigh in at about 125 pounds. I work out extensively, keeping myself in fantastic shape. But besides all that, I’m into bondage, well actually self-bondage. I love ropes and chains, and being locked in them with a little pain thrown in to boot. Anyway, I was at the gym working out one afternoon when a fellow probably in his very preliminary thirties asked me if I would spot him while he lifted s