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This is a 'seminal' chapter in the story; a great deal 'flows' from this point. Sorry, couldn't resist myself 😂. Not untrue though. If you think the 'will he, won't he' 'will they, won't they' of Bending Eli ceases after the first dozen chapters you've got another thing coming. The latest chapter I wrote was titled "Back to the Routine" hearkening back to the first chapter "Learning the Routine" and things have moved well along but now Eli's got new cyphers to decode. I feel like I'm apologizing to all the archives for my tardy posting schedule but I will really try to get chapters out more quickly again soon. Life has been a lot lately! ❤️

It's not a story about bullying. Tommy is definitely the 'butt' end of most of the jokes, but it's all good natured. It's supposed to be about boys exploring their kinks and... just their luck, they have a gay boy who they know doesn't mind things being one sided at their disposal. My stories go 70 - 100k words. They need time to brew. If there weren't any layers, it would get boring fast.

It wasn’t long before Mason was asleep, sprawled out on his bed like a rag doll. I stayed still in my own bed, listening carefully as Mason’s breathing got deeper and heavier, settling into a slow, even rhythm. His arm was draped across the bed, relaxed now, his fingers slack against the side of the bed. I could still remember the soft puff of his breath against the back of my neck when he’d used me, warm and damp with the lingering scent of alcohol . It felt strange lying in my bed next to

🤣 I grabbed chapter 7 of the wrong story from my site and somehow didn't notice. Accidentally pasted Chapter 7 of Randy for Submission. It's been a long week of job interviews and my brain is frazzled. It's fixed now. That must have been confusing as fuck.

Bryson and Aiden closed in like predators descending on their prey; Tyler looked at me like prize he’d just won at a carnival. As I shifted on my knees, that were already starting to get uncomfortable, and prepared for round 2 of the morning, Tyler started on like a pro tennis instructor: “Alright boys, here’s the thing. You can’t just let him have your goods. You gotta make him beg….” Bryson and Aiden looked hungry — and not for breakfast. They were already kicking off their

I stayed kneeling by Sean’s feet, my posture straight, hands resting lightly on my thighs, eyes lowered, not out of shame but because it was what I knew was expected. Sean hadn’t told me to stay like this, but he hadn’t told me to move either. They watched TV for nearly an hour, lounging across the sectional like it was any other lazy afternoon, beers in hand, laughing at some trashy reality show. Jason’s socks were kicked off early, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table, toes splaye

Mason is definitely a different breed than Casper. Time will tell what that means for Eli. You and VBlew are definitely anticipating the next chapter! There is more to the story than meets the eye. Readers on my site have Casper's perspective now and 23 chapters so they've got a better sense of this. I've been very busy with my personal life lately but I'm catching up on posting my other series and once they are updated, I'll get around to this story :).

Randy didn’t hesitate when he opened the message from Liam. Hope you’re good. Um… I’m still following your rule. If you want to see me again, I’m free tonight. It was pitiful. And honest. He liked that combination. He let the message sit untouched for ten minutes, finished his coffee, and typed his reply without ceremony. Come to mine tonight. Bring nothing but yourself. I’m hard already. That was the invitation. The only one Liam would get. He could take it or disappe

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica Mason ambled further into the room, his gait clearly impaired by alcohol… and something else I hadn’t seen in him before. He wasn’t his usual bro-ish, easy, friendly self. He was leering at me, my cock in my hand, staring back at him, his arm now braced against the wall to keep himself steady. I tried to regain my dignity again and cover myself with the bedsheets but Mason issued another command that stopped me in my tracks, “No.” That was all he said. T

I woke up before the sun even had a chance to spill over the cliffs. The villa was quiet and dark, my chastity cage heavy between my legs, a constant reminder of the new reality I’d willingly stepped into. Figuring out how to piss with the thing on had been a chore, and a mess, but fortunately I didn’t have to share my bathroom with anyone else. After a quick shower to rinse off last night’s humiliation and the mess I’d made of myself trying to pee standing, I headed out barefoot, naked exc

Answers to all of these questions and more questions for all of these answers coming soon 😉

© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica The scent of lemon cleaner lingered in the air as I scrubbed the last corner of the living room floor, the cloth slipping from my damp fingers. The condo was spotless now, at least, I hoped it was. Sean hadn’t given me any specifics, just told me to clean while he was out and to “make it good.” That was hours ago. The afternoon sun had shifted, stretching long shafts of amber light across the floor like golden bars. I knelt in the middle of them, waiting, uns

Wednesday morning sunlight stung my eyes as I pushed open the dorm door, stepping inside feeling like I was glowing from the inside out. My whole body was humming, skin flushed, heart still fluttering wildly. Mason glanced up from his desk, earbuds dangling loosely from his ears, textbook forgotten the instant he saw me. "Dude," he said with an exaggerated smirk, dropping his pen dramatically. "Seriously, again? What the fuck did Casper do to you?" "Nothing," I protested weakly, face a

Randy didn’t text Liam the next day. Or the day after that. He let the space stretch, curious to see what Liam would do. It didn’t take long. On the third day, just after noon, Randy’s phone buzzed on the edge of his desk. He didn’t rush to pick it up. He finished scribbling a note, stretched, then lazily thumbed the screen. Liam: Hey. Hope you’re good. Um… I’m still following your rule. Just wanted you to know. Randy let the faintest smile curve his mouth. A minu

The fire crackled, sending thin sparks into the velvet sky, and for a breath everything froze: five straight college boys framed in orange light, every eye fixed on the naked guy kneeling in the dirt. Tyler’s question: “Who wants a blow job?” still hung in the air like a challenge nobody intended to refuse. Connor answered first without words. He simply spread his knees wider in that half-cocoon chair, palms braced on the wicker arms, gaze locked on mine. With the tiniest tilt of his c