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I woke to the sound of Mason’s breathing across the room from me where I could see the slow rise and fall of his chest as he slept. His hair was a mess, his mouth slack in a way I’d never seen before. He looked peaceful, almost boyish. The light leaking in from the blinds caught the edges of his jaw, making him look softer than he had any right to after what he’d done to me last night. I lay still, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, my mind replaying every detail the previous

Monday morning arrived like a slow wave. My alarm went off at 6:30, but I had been awake for at least an hour, staring at the ceiling of my apartment and trying not to think about the feel of the cage between my legs. It was, of course, impossible. It didn’t hurt—not really—but it pressed into me with such unwavering presence that my body seemed to interpret it as pain anyway. A low hum of discomfort that never quite crested, never quite faded. It was a reminder. Of Sean. Of the weekend. Of

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Randy stretched out on the couch, legs thrown over one armrest, phone in his hand. Ezra’s scent still lingered on him, fresh, enticing. It was a mixture of masculine sweat and something uniquely Mediterranean: rich and faintly spiced. The memory of Ezra under his hands was vivid enough to quicken his pulse. Smiling to himself, Randy thumbed open Sean’s contact, suddenly eager to share his good fortune. Sean had always understood the difference between a meaningless hookup and something wort

We caught up with Aiden, Grant, and Tyler at the cold plunge pools, tucked away behind the main gym pavilion. It was quieter there than the main pool but just as carefully designed. The area wasn’t indoors exactly, but it wasn’t fully outdoors either. Heavy wooden beams framed an open-air roof overhead, with wide slats angled to let in shafts of sunlight and the occasional breath of jungle breeze. The whole setup felt private and rich; it felt like somewhere I didn’t really belong. The pool

Lecture dragged today. Every minute felt like ten, my professor's words blending into a meaningless drone. All I could think about was the dream I'd had. The roughness. Casper's hands gripping my hair, tugging me back, the force of him shoving inside me with a rawness that sent chills down my spine just recalling it. It wasn’t like Casper at all, at least not the Casper I'd experienced in real life. He was always so controlled, methodical, careful. But the Casper in my dream had been wild, prima

The kitchen was quiet. Just the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft pad of my bare feet against tile. I moved slowly, not just from soreness, but from a kind of stunned reverence, like I wasn’t entirely back in my own skin yet. The eggs came out of the fridge first. Then butter. Bread for toast. I didn’t have to ask how he liked it anymore, I’d watched, learned, filed it away like any good servant does. The pan hissed softly as I dropped the first pat of butter in. The scent filled the

The message went out just after 9 a.m. Randy: gym this afternoon? 5ish? Ezra replied nine minutes later. Ezra: sounds good. want to spot me again? 😉 Randy didn’t bother with emojis. Randy: i’ll be there. It wasn’t a date. Just a check-in. Another round. See what held, what shifted. The gym was quiet at that hour, tucked between lunch and dinner. Ezra was already there, stretching beside the squat rack. His hair was damp. His sleeves were pushed up, forear

Connor didn’t waste any time. His pants were off first, then the tank top he’d been wearing. It looked like a rag, but it probably cost more than all the clothes I would’ve worn that day — if I’d been wearing clothes. I could see the thin lines of sweat running down his torso. A few days ago, they might’ve just been an embellishment. Something that made his muscles glisten a little more in the Hawaiian sunlight. Now though, in the warped state these boys had me in, it looked like an el

When I got back to the dorm, Mason still hadn’t returned. He must have really had a good time with that girl. I wasn’t angry about the privacy. After what had just happened with Casper in the gym, I was already frothing at the mouth… well somewhere else, and I needed release again. Fully aware of Mason’s penchant for barging in on me mid-stroke, I decided I’d give myself some insurance this time. I grabbed the sneakers I’d worn to the gym and put them both by the door’s edge. That way,

I was dreaming of warmth. Of sunlight, I think—some flickering image of a dock, my childhood dog Charlie barking, wind teasing the water. But the warmth shifted. Grew oddly specific. Wet. Spreading across my chest. Then a scent. Sharp, unmistakable. And before I could fully surface from sleep, a low voice reached through the haze. “Wake up, Blake.” My eyes flew open. I tried to stand up, but the cage didn’t allow for that. My forehead bumped the bars and I blinked into the morning

Chapter 10: Catching the Gym Rat © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica Toronto’s January light came thin and grey, like it had already decided the day would disappoint anyone who expected warmth. Randy rose anyway, knocked out twenty minutes on the rowing machine, then pulled on sweats that could pass for streetwear and walked the six blocks to campus. He told himself motion kept the engine primed; the truth was that he was worried if he stopped moving, he’d lose his direction. Liam had

After breakfast, the boys made their way toward the tennis courts, laughing and jostling each other like nothing unusual had just happened. I followed a few steps behind, still completely naked except for the cage clamped tight around my dick. The sun was higher now, and I could feel it heating my skin as we moved past the pool and down a winding path that led through thick hedges and manicured tropical gardens. The court was pristine. Clay surface, bright white lines, everything perfectly

I stood there, confused, sweating now, and a little bit hard. It took me a minute to get myself under control and then I thought about it again. Mason. Last night. The weird, messy blur of him drunk and horny and using my mouth. Cumming down my throat like he’d done it a million times before then slipping away like it hadn’t happened at all. He knew exactly what he’d done. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe he’d been drunk enough that the memory was fuzzy, or even totally wiped. Maybe he’d woken up,

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! ❤️