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© 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

On the receiving end, it's one of those things where you either enjoy the sensation or the thought of it or both. If you don't get anything out of either, it's not going to do much for you. On the other end, it's mostly the psychological aspect, I imagine. Perhaps, there are a few connoisseurs out there too, who knows? 😆

That's pretty much the theme of this story: exploration. Boys exploring kinks and themselves after their first year at college. It's gotten a lot deeper on my site where the story is in its 15th chapter but that's the crux of it. I don't write standard 10 - 15 chapter erotic stories, I aim for novel length works. That means the payoff doesn't come as quickly and there's a lot more storytelling and mystery that has to be woven into the plot. Not everything is immediately clear at the beginning of the story and I enjoy surprising my readers along the way. Believe it or not though, this story is many-a-gay-man's fantasy 😉.

I woke the next morning to the sound of Sean’s breathing, slow, steady, imperious in its rhythm. It was still dark. Not pitch black, but the kind of early-morning gray that settled over the condo like a weighted blanket. Somewhere beyond the blackout curtains, the city was beginning to stir, but in here, everything was still. Except me. I was curled on the floor in the cage beside Sean’s bed, stiff, shivering faintly despite the warmth of the room. My muscles ached in places I hadn’t e

*All acts in this story are consensual and all parties enjoy what goes on* Bryson stretched his leg out towards me as I approached him, pressing his long athletic foot out straight in my direction, toes tense with anticipation. His lightly tanned skin shone like molded bronze as the firelight played over his features. I stepped nearer to him cautiously, like a puppy testing out a new toy, but my brief reverie was cut short by a quick, giggly command from Tyler that shot out from the da

Randy hadn’t needed to remind Liam not to cum. He knew the boy would remember. It had been there, unspoken, since their last time, the way Liam had gasped under him, eyes wet, body trembling, holding himself back when Randy growled in his ear, “Not yet.” And then, later, when they parted in the cold outside Randy’s apartment, the way Liam had looked at him: hungry, wired, grateful, but still tightly wound with the frustration Randy had left him in. They’d crossed paths twice since th

The cage’s cold steel pressed against my bare skin, each bar an unyielding reminder of my submission. It grounded me, held me captive not just physically, but psychologically. The air around me felt heavy, thickened by lingering traces of humiliation and the sting of recent discipline. My body ached with memories etched deep, welts and soreness still radiating gently from the punishment bench, a vivid map of Sean’s meticulous control. I curled on the sparse bedding, trying to sleep, limbs c

I pushed through the dorm hallway at dusk on Monday and felt like I’d swallowed a small sun. Everything in me glowed. My skin, my pulse, even the soles of my feet fizzed each time they hit the linoleum. I’d spent half the walk back replaying Casper’s low, satisfied grunt when I finally took him to the root, and the other half fighting a goofy smile that wanted to split my face open. I must not have fought hard enough, because the second I tapped my keycard and nudged our door open, Mason gl

No, not at all. I was experiencing some online harassment from another author who posts on this site and every other site I post on. It caused me to take a break from sharing my stories publicly and responding to public comments as well for the most part but I've largely resolved the issue and will be returning to posting shortly. The harassment got in the way of my personal life and I wanted to get my head straight and focus on myself and writing for my site first but I will post again soon. I'm just playing a bit of catch up.

I hope that doesn't happen! I don't think there was any mention of pit licking but I at least thought you said you liked foot stuff, Lee lol. Also definitely the first time I've seen a capitalist spin on the story, although I suppose it does lend itself to that. I've been victim to a campaign of online harassment and unfortunately the perpetrator is an author who also posts on this site. It's taken the wind out of me and I took a bit of a break from writing and especially from posting and responding to comments outside of on my site. Sorry for that. I hope to get back to posting soon so I can share more of this story and show that this will indeed be a good, fun time for everyone — Tommy included.

I arrived at my villa with my “gift” bag in hand, part nervous, part excited, still slightly hard from the excitement in the dining room. I tossed the bag on the bed, stripped out of my bathing suit and walked over to the wardrobe to pick out a new outfit for the night, then I remembered the boys’ instructions: the only thing I was to wear for the week was the cage I picked from the bag I’d just tossed aside. Well, at least that made one decision simpler! Back to the bed and the b

Nothing ventured, nothing gained hahah! I know about this. It's a big part of the chastity world. What you might not know though is that the experience doesn't give the same psychological release as orgasm provided by stimulation. I'm not sure the physiological mechanism for this, but it's the same as ruined orgasm etc. Not noticeable if it's just once, but when you're locked and it's the only way you "cum"... 😈 So yeah, prostate orgasms, hard nor not are often a goal of bottoms and tops in chastity situations but they don't actually end the need. Tommy may or may not find out about just what we're discussing during his week-long stay at the resort... 😉

The bathroom door closed behind us with a soft click. Sean didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. I stood just inside the tiled space, the heat from our bodies in the small space warming the air but doing nothing to hide me. My skin still flushed from the punishment, my limbs heavy from exhaustion, my ass aching with every shift of weight. The cage between my legs throbbed—a dull, frustrating pulse that never quieted. He moved past me, fully clothed, his button-down immacula

Thank YOU! One of my favourite parts of this site is the amazing comments section. I love engaging with the readers. The only other space I really get so much engagement is on my site. I think this is one of the really neat features of a chapter by chapter release. If I'd put out my works as completed novels, I wouldn't get to watch readers react as the story moves along. I think it's much more fun this way and I love that technology has come far enough to let us do things like this. This story is planned as my most BDSM-light tale. Eli is too young/inexperienced for it to realistically/comfortably go any further than that but there isn't really an in between tag I could use either.

Yes, I will be posting Chapter 9 immediately as opposed to a new chapter of one of my other stories as I'd usually do. People generally need to see what's on the other side after that one which is why I put on the content warning. Hope everyone enjoyed and will understand this chapter's place down the line in the story. It's into Book II on my site and this is more of a footnote now.

I spent the entire week haunted by Sean. I felt him in every movement, in every breath. The lingering soreness he’d left in my body from our last encounter at his condo persisted well beyond the bruises and marks, a quiet reminder of his dominance. At work, every task felt trivial, every conversation muted beneath the roar of my craving for him. He had embedded himself deeply, branded his control onto my psyche. Each shift in my seat was a reminder of his ownership, each accidental bru

😍 One of my favourite things about this story is seeing all the different theories people have about what Casper and Mason are up to! Of course, only they, myself and my proofreader friend actually know. Even my advance readers who have some major questions answered have been in debates on my site as to what those new answers might mean and it's been so much fun to watch everyone speculate. I think the end result will come as a big surprise for everyone and a very satisfying one at that.

You are on the precipice of finding out some of these answers. I've released chapters on my site that answer some of these questions but the story is still only at the halfway mark even there.

Everyone is dying to know what Casper and Mason are up to. That is the delicate tug of this story — trying to guess exactly what is in the minds of the two main characters who are not narrating. The only people who know are the characters themselves, me and my poor friend who agreed to proofread all of my stories for me 🤣. He finds it amusing when I talk about the characters like they're real people though so I think he's still enjoying it. Getting close to some big reveals in the next chapters.

That pretty much sums up this story lol. Tommy will be busy. Everyone will have fun. The boys will learn a lot. Something else too?

Haha, Lee, you just met one of the biggest male chastity advocates on the internet. I basically read this as, "convince me chastity is good." Challenge accepted. 🤣 First, no he does NOT get to take it off lol. As far as peeing goes, a few years back chastity cages were limited and the main, reliable brand was a fully enclosed plastic device. I think that's why a lot of people still think that's what a chastity cage is. They've come a long way though and the good ones are made of stainless steel or high quality polymers and they really look like cages with lots of space for uhm.. flow. If you use the right size and type, peeing, comfort and hygiene are all easy to manage — it just takes some learning. The trade-off is a boy who is unremorsefully horny and "ready to go" all the time. No cumming makes the boy hornier and hornier and more eager to please. Usually, if you're in a cage, that's what you want anyways. It can be a huge win/win for everyone involved. I could go on but this is the comments section of a story site lol.

I closed the gym door behind me with more care than it deserved, like if I eased it shut slow enough, it wouldn’t echo down the hallway and announce the state I was in. The lights were still off in the dorm when I got back. Mason’s side of the room glowed faintly with the blue of his laptop, casting that weird underwater light over his bare chest as he scrolled with one hand and scratched his stomach with the other. He looked up as I walked in. “Practice go late?” I let my bag fal