Bound, The BDSMLR Erotica Features: Straighthell-Stories
We're giving talented erotica writers the spotlight they deserve. We love erotica, and we think you will too. Up first is Straighthell-Stories, known for his intensely powerful gay BDSM stories. They’re captivating, unforgettable, and at many times too hot to handle.
Inspirations
I think, as with any writer, my ultimate inspiration was and continues to be simply to tell a story. As far as erotica is concerned, I'd been reading it from a relatively young age, and I'm old enough to have been introduced to it via gay pulp paperbacks. There were a number of niche genres covered in categories such as 'Combat Books,' 'Manhard,' and 'Rough Trade.' Many of these were, to be honest, not that well written (not surprising since the publishers paid a flat rate of $250 to $400 dollars for 150 pages of text), but a few were actually well-written and effective. One Rough Trade book, in particular, "The Cop's Butt Slave," was, despite its rather louche title, quite good, and its unattributed author provided me with many hours of pleasure. And I couldn't help thinking that it would be really something to be able to write a story that could affect readers you didn't know and would never meet in person so deeply.
Then I started reading stories written by Aaron Travis, an early pseudonym used by historical novelist Steven Saylor. With due respect to all the good gay authors whose stories I've read (and to those I haven't, as well), to my mind he is the best gay erotic writer who ever picked up a pen. His short story, "Beast of Burden," is an absolute masterpiece of gay erotica. Virtually everything he's written is always well-worth your time and, while he's moved on and now writes historical fiction under his real name, I really can't recommend his writings as Aaron Travis too highly. The thing that I learned from Aaron Travis is to never limit yourself to certain genres, that no matter what the setting (old west, the modern leather scene, a dystopian future, or pure fantasy) you can write sexy, erotic fiction if you immerse yourself in the scene.
His former best friend got him drunk and convinced him to get a tattoo on his butt-cheeks, telling him that all the cool dudes in college were getting them. He thought it was going to be some witty Asian quotation. Instead, he found out what it really said two days later when three football players fucked his ass in the shower. Since then he’s pretty much been passed around to every jock in college — including his former friend who now fucks his pussy virtually every day. His mother had always warned him about tattoos, cautioning him that what might be only a passing fancy could end up marking him for life. He should have listened.
Goals
My first goal, of course, is to entertain. Beyond that, though, I want to make readers comfortable in exploring their fantasy lives, to run with it and enjoy it. The overarching point of view that I write from is that sex is a good thing. Period. It needs no purpose beyond itself. I write fantasies but I always try to cloak them with verisimilitude to make them more real for the reader. I would never deprecate love, but I also think that, at times, sex between two people who don't even like each other can be hot as hell for both parties. But I also want those who are about to explore BDSM in real life to be aware of what it might entail, and to be cautious in doing so because what may arouse you when you read it or see other people performing it, might not do so when you're actually participating in it. I want people to enjoy their fantasies but also recognize that some of them are just that — fantasies.
They’d found the college freshman hiking all alone early in the morning. He was a cute little thing, so they suggested he spend the day with them. The boy wasn’t too keen on that, but there were two of them and they were stronger than he was, so he agreed.
Then they suggested that maybe the boy would feel more comfortable if he took his clothes off. The boy wasn’t too keen on that, but there were two of them and they were stronger than he was, so he agreed.
Then they suggested that maybe the boy would like it if the two of them took turns fucking the boy’s pussy.The boy really wasn’t too keen on that, but there were two of them and they were way stronger than he was, so the boy really had no choice but to agree.
The two of them have been fucking the boy ever since and have been pleased and impressed by the tightness of the boy’s pussy even after all their use. So, they’ve decided to suggest that maybe the boy would like to become their permanent full-time fuck-bitch. The boy probably won’t be keen on this at all, considering how he’s been squealing and crying while they fucked him, but there are two of them and they’ve already shown they’re stronger than he is, and they most definitely will insist. And the boy won’t have any choice but to agree.
And so, a new fuck-bitch is born.
Process
When I first started writing erotic literature I was posting on a story site. No photos, just my words. For my first story, I started with an idea in my mind, germinated at least in the beginning, by a porn site I subscribed to. Not surprisingly, I suppose, considering my blog name here, that site was Straighthell.net. I worked that idea over in my mind and then just started writing. And writing. And writing. When I was done I had a story, Peter and His Boys, that ran 38 chapters and over 770 pages of text. And I had the entire story written before I even posted the first chapter. Needless to say, this took a long time — over two years. Subsequently, my stories became shorter with AAA Modeling Agency, running only 10 chapters, and Dr. Debt and His New Bitch, a mere 4 chapters though it was over 100 pages long. Regardless of the length of a story, however, the process for writing it remained the same — I thought of a plot line and then developed it.
But when I started posting on sites where photos and GIFs were the focal point, I had to change my entire approach. I quickly realized that it would be foolhardy to write a story and then go searching for a photo or GIF that captured that story's essence. Instead, what I did was look for photos that spoke to me, that gave me the seed of a story that I could germinate. What I discovered was that it wasn't necessarily the sexiest dude or the hottest guy that gave me the narrative kernel that I needed. Sometimes it was just the look in a model's eye or the slump of a shoulder that triggered something in me, that made me want to tell this boy's story. But whatever it was, it was the photo or GIF that drove the story, that determined even whether there was any story there.
I also found that my stories, of necessity, became much shorter. Part of this was simply the result of the fact that the photo or GIF provided a lot of the descriptive information that I formerly had to provide. But I was also aware that those who visited these sites were more visually oriented than the readers on a story site, and I doubted that they would have the patience to wade through a 30-page story accompanying a single GIF or photo.
I think one of my biggest advantages in writing gay erotic stories is that I personally started out as a bottom but eventually became an almost exclusive top. What this allows me to do is to tap into my own memories as a bottom when I'm writing a story from the bottom's perspective, or to switch into my top personna when I'm writing from his perspective. When writing a story, I do research for local color when specific cities or other countries are involved because I think it helps the reader immerse himself in the scene I'm painting, particularly if they're familiar with that city or country. My biggest personal challenge in writing in general is epitomized by that old phrase, "if I had more time, I would have made it shorter." Unfortunately, I just never seem to have enough time to actually do it.
It’s laughable watching the little bitch trying to shake the dildo out of its ass. By the end of the night after its ass has been worked over by ever larger and larger dildos, been blistered and bruised by whips and paddles, been cored out by multiple cocks, and so thoroughly ravaged and pummeled that its boyhole looks like an elephant’s cunt, the little faggot will find it hard to believe that it ever closed.
My Readers (and Haters)
My target readers are gay men generally, though given the nature of the site, I naturally expect the average reader to be someone with at least a passing interest in BDSM. I have, however, discovered that a number of my devoted readers are not gay men but rather bi-sexual or straight men and even some women. And it truly pleases me that there are those outside my targeted audience who enjoy my stories and I am definitely appreciative that they do.
Of course, within the BDSM community there are a number of sub-genres like New World Order, BBC, mpreg, incest, and others which I've actually enjoyed having the opportunity to explore in some of my stories. Indeed one of the things I enjoy about the shorter stories on a site like this is that it allows me to delve into topics I might never have had occasion to explore if I was still writing 100-page plus stories.
My interactions with readers is generally limited to messaging on the site which, admittedly, can be unreliable at times. While I try to respond to substantive comments it frequently takes me a couple days to do so and I'm sure I've missed some for which I'm sorry. Generally, the communications are either laudatory or inquisitive (the most common question being whether I take specific requests, which I'm sorry to say I don't) though I have had an occasional critical missive. Those directed to specific stories I take seriously and I have, at times, altered a posted story to reflect that criticism. More general criticisms which express a total dislike for my abilities as a writer I accept as simply that person's judgment and move on. I fully accept that what pleases and excites any one individual's imagination is always unique to that individual, and if my stories don't work for someone else there is no right or wrong involved. The story simply didn't work for him or her. I'm sorry it didn't, but I have to accept their personal judgment.
“Oh, fuck, man. No! Not another cock. Not so soon. I'm so sore, so fucking sore. Oh, Christ. It's too big. It's too big. It's too goddamn big. Oh, please stop. Please. Please. Not another one. Not so soon. Oh, God. Oh, God. No! No!!"
Sense of Fulfillment
I get my greatest sense of fulfillment when I finish a story that I think is really good and then see that it's also a popular one with my readers. I recognize, though, that there's often a disconnect between the stories that I personally think are well-written and the stories that are truly popular with the greatest number of my readers. I have a tendency to value my longer stories higher, probably because, as a general matter, I have to put more effort into them. A lot of my readers, however, tend to enjoy stories of a shorter length, and given the nature of the site, I can understand that. So there's always some tension between the stories I want to tell and the stories my readers want to read and navigating that tension is one of the most difficult aspects for me in writing erotica.
What I definitely appreciate is how varying the point of view that I write a story from — top, bottom, dispassionate narrator — makes me appreciate the incredible variety of possible sexual turn-ons. Thus, a top fucking an unwilling bottom will have a significantly different set of stimuli than one fucking a boy who enjoys being fucked. Both, of course, will appreciate the tightness of the bottom's hole, but for the first top, the grunts and shrieks of the bottom will provide an additional sexual prod while, for the second, the sheer exuberance of the bottom urging him on will provide a totally different sexual stimulus, but both will result in the same sexual outcome — at least for the top. I believe erotica can provide the reader with the opportunity to explore sexual situations and stimuli that he might not normally participate in and makes them accessible for us to not only understand but possibly even to try it out for ourselves. Thus, a top might not only come to understand what stimulates the bottom, he might actually decide to consider bottoming himself.
“Take it, you little whore. Take your Daddy’s load. Take all of it, bitch.”
“Oh, yeah, Daddy, give it to me. Fill me up with your hot seed, Daddy. Breed me like the slut you made me. I'm your slut now, Daddy. Your slut. Breed me, Daddy. Breed me. You feel so good inside my pussy. So fucking good. Fill me up, Daddy. Fill me all the way up with your hot cum, Daddy. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”
“That’s it, boy. Squeeze those cunt-lips on my hard rammer. Make love to my dick, bitch. Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. I'm cumming up your pussy, boy. Can you feel it? Can you feel it?”
“Oh, yeah, Daddy. Cream my hole. Cream my pussy. Oh, yeah, Daddy. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, Daddy. I need it so bad. I need it so bad. Breed me, Daddy, like the fuck-bitch I am. Breed my fucking faggot hole with your hot cum. Use me like the fucking faggot cum-slut you turned me into. Give it to me, Daddy. Give it to me.”
“Oh, yeah, bitch. Oh, yeah!!”
My Advice
My first piece of advice is, I think, applicable to all writers, not merely erotica authors, and that's to read, to read as much as you can, as broadly as you can. Read sci-fi, mysteries, romance novels, fantasy lit, biographies, histories, poetry, the classics, and, of course, erotic stories. I think that's the best way to get a feel for the language, for how stories are developed, how you can capture a reader's attention and, hopefully, hold on to it. Then use all that you've learned and absorbed and try to develop your own voice, your own perspective. While you want to reach as broad an audience as possible, I think that erotic writing, by its nature, presents a particular problem because erotic stimuli (what turns someone on) varies incredibly from individual to individual. Indeed, the very thing that might turn one reader on is also the thing that turns another reader off. This is inevitable. So be prepared to have one reader praising you for a story that you wrote while, just minutes later, another reader is excoriating you for the same story. And neither is wrong, because what excited and intrigued the first reader could well have disgusted and appalled the second. That is the nature of erotica and you have to accept it.
There is, however, a particular problem for erotica writers on a visually-oriented site such as BDSMLR — there are a good number of patrons who are solely interested in the photo or GIF you have posted and who have no interest whatsoever in anything you might write. While in the abstract this is easy to understand, it can be very aggravating when someone gets on your blog and starts reposting photo after photo after first stripping out the stories you may have spent hours or days writing, particularly when it would be a relatively simple thing for them to download a copy of the photo and then repost it as their own post. How a writer chooses to handle this problem, which I'm sure is a bane for every story or caption writer on BDSMLR, is up to the individual writer, but it's something any new writer will certainly face.
I think any writer welcomes constructive criticism, and certainly if there are plot inconsistencies (which can all too often happen in a long story) I'm actually grateful to anyone who points that out since it gives me an opportunity to correct them. When criticism descends to the level of personal attacks, which I've found in my five years on this site to be very infrequent, I do not respond to them, though I will generally block that individual and spare myself and the reader any future abrasive contact.
The pattern of the stripes as they march down your whore’s back, the way he writhes in agony as each lash from the whip caresses his skin, the quivering of his ass-cheeks as the burning pain radiates down to his pussy, the bitch’s total vulnerability to whatever you want to do to him, and the knowledge that, when all this is over, you will rape and seed his tight boycunt, all these factors coalesce to make whipping your fuckboy a truly enjoyable experience. At least, for you.
My Future
I've been writing photo and GIF (and lately some video) predicated stories for a long time now — more than five years on BDSMLR and, before that, a number of years on Tumblr. And there are times when I really do feel that I've totally drained the well of my imagination. But then I'll see a photo or a GIF that stimulates my mind along a path I haven't taken before and the story can open up a whole new way of looking at things. When that happens, I realize that I haven't yet reached the end of the road as far as writing erotica is concerned. All things, though, do eventually end, and I have no doubt that that day will one day arrive for my blog, too. There are, however, a number of really good writers on BDSMLR and I'm sure that even more are waiting in the wings so I'm confident that there will be no shortage of great stories to read and, I hope, even more readers anxious to read them.
We found the little whore at a local junk yard and me and my buddy, Mike, put the junk-yard bitch to some good use. We took turns banging his faggot cunt as he squealed and squawked and both of us emptied our bladders down his mouth pussy, too, whenever we needed to take a leak. I was a little concerned when the owner of the junk yard came by while Mike was getting his third nut of the afternoon, but he wasn’t upset at all.
"Taking a hard cunt-coring is about all the lazy slut is good for, but at least he’s good for that," he told us. "I’m gonna be closing up shop here soon, but if you boys are still horny tomorrow, feel free to stop by and nail his faggot boytwat some more." We thanked the man kindly for his generosity and then went back to slamming the shit out of slut’s boy-snatch.
After we were finished with the little whore and were headed out, Mike remarked that at least the little faggot knew his place - hanging out with all the other trash. I joined in Mike’s laughter, but I also knew that, come tomorrow, we’d both be rutting around inside that particular piece of trash again.
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Ryan’s Story
Scott just stands there for a minute or two, slapping his cock against his hand, looking at me. And as he’s doing that, his dick is boning up, getting longer and thicker and I can’t take my eyes off it. It looks to be 9 inches. At the least, 9 inches.
Eventually, Scott breaks the silence. "The way I see it, we have two options. We can go along with your original plan of having me suck your dick...or we can actually do something really memorable and have you suck mine. What's it gonna be, Ryan? What’s it gonna be?"
“Well,” Master Thom explained, “you’ve provided exceptional service today and I wanted to give you a choice. I could either leave a 25 percent tip or I could give you the opportunity to fuck my bitch’s pussy later this afternoon. The choice is yours, but I will say that Andrew has a really tight pussy between his sweet butt-cheeks.”
The waiter paused while he considered Master Thom’s offer of my ass. Finally, he responded. “I’m sure your bitch’s pussy would be a lot of fun to fuck. But, to be honest, I’m not sure he could handle my cock, sir.”
That response did surprise my Master. “Well, just how big is your cock, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Eleven inches, sir,” the waiter responded. “And it’s thick, too.”
“Actually, sir, it’s more like eleven and a half inches,” the waiter responded, almost looking a little embarrassed as he did.
“Fuck!” Master Thom exclaimed. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a 30 percent tip AND invite you over to fuck the bitch’s cunt. And trust me, Andrew will take every inch of your cock, all eleven and a half of them. No matter how much it hurts him. How does that sound to you?”
“It sounds great, sir,” the waiter replied with a big grin. “Just give me your address and I’ll come by after work. I’ll be there by 4:00 p.m. I’ll want to stop home first to freshen up.”
“Don’t bother with that,” Master Thom told him, as he filled out the bill and scribbled down our address. “I’ll have Andrew give you a full-body tongue bath when you get to our place. That’ll be a nice warm-up before you go to town on his fag-cunt. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here. So, say we plan on getting together at say 3:20 p.m.?”
“Sounds perfect, sir,” the waiter replied. “I’ll be there by 3:20 p.m..”
“Call me ‘Thom,’ Master Thom said as he handed him the check back.
“I’m Scott,” the waiter replied.
“And you know my bitch, Andrew,” Master Thom continued.
“Not as well as I’m planning to,” Scott replied with a leer..
When they’d began their studies, the anthropologists had been surprised to discover that while the warriors each had their own mate of the opposite sex, they also made frequent use of a number of young men as sexual objects. Dr. Grammar, the head of their study group, had referred to these young men – who were always kept completely naked, an indication of their low status – as ‘village boi-wives,’ since it was obvious that any man in the village could use them sexually whenever he wanted. Which the warriors did, almost invariably in a particularly brutal manner.
Just how brutal the use was, Owen was in the process of discovering for himself. Owen had watched in horror as Peter had been unceremoniously stripped naked and then forced down onto the ground where one of the village warriors had begun violently raping the blond graduate student as the blond squealed and shrieked in obvious agony. And, no sooner had the first assailant yanked his spent cock from Peter’s ass than another warrior mounted the boy and proceeded to fuck him just as rapaciously. But it was not until he, too, spewed a load of Man-scuzz inside the blond and pulled his fuck-stick out of Peter’s battered bung-hole only to have it immediately replaced by yet another rampant cock, that the warriors turned their attention to Owen, who had been tied up on the ground as he watched his fellow student being gang-raped.
There was a brief discussion among the warrior awaiting their turn with Peter’s ass which occasioned a number of glances in Owen’s direction. Soon, three of the warriors, obviously younger than most and therefore of lower status, dislodged themselves and strode over to where Owen was lying.
One reached down, pulled Owen’s shirt over his head and then pulled down his pants. Mere seconds later, Owen’s screams of agony were joining Peter’s as he, too, was sexually violated with incredible force. And when the first warrior finished shooting his load of steamy Man-juice into Owen’s no-longer-virgin asshole, his cock was immediately replaced by another. And then another. And another.
Bound, The BDSMLR Erotica Features: Straighthell-Stories
We're giving talented erotica writers the spotlight they deserve. We love erotica, and we think you will too. Up first is Straighthell-Stories, known for his intensely powerful gay BDSM stories. They’re captivating, unforgettable, and at many times too hot to handle.
Inspirations
I think, as with any writer, my ultimate inspiration was and continues to be simply to tell a story. As far as erotica is concerned, I'd been reading it from a relatively young age, and I'm old enough to have been introduced to it via gay pulp paperbacks. There were a number of niche genres covered in categories such as 'Combat Books,' 'Manhard,' and 'Rough Trade.' Many of these were, to be honest, not that well written (not surprising since the publishers paid a flat rate of $250 to $400 dollars for 150 pages of text), but a few were actually well-written and effective. One Rough Trade book, in particular, "The Cop's Butt Slave," was, despite its rather louche title, quite good, and its unattributed author provided me with many hours of pleasure. And I couldn't help thinking that it would be really something to be able to write a story that could affect readers you didn't know and would never meet in person so deeply.
Then I started reading stories written by Aaron Travis, an early pseudonym used by historical novelist Steven Saylor. With due respect to all the good gay authors whose stories I've read (and to those I haven't, as well), to my mind he is the best gay erotic writer who ever picked up a pen. His short story, "Beast of Burden," is an absolute masterpiece of gay erotica. Virtually everything he's written is always well-worth your time and, while he's moved on and now writes historical fiction under his real name, I really can't recommend his writings as Aaron Travis too highly. The thing that I learned from Aaron Travis is to never limit yourself to certain genres, that no matter what the setting (old west, the modern leather scene, a dystopian future, or pure fantasy) you can write sexy, erotic fiction if you immerse yourself in the scene.
His former best friend got him drunk and convinced him to get a tattoo on his butt-cheeks, telling him that all the cool dudes in college were getting them. He thought it was going to be some witty Asian quotation. Instead, he found out what it really said two days later when three football players fucked his ass in the shower. Since then he’s pretty much been passed around to every jock in college — including his former friend who now fucks his pussy virtually every day. His mother had always warned him about tattoos, cautioning him that what might be only a passing fancy could end up marking him for life. He should have listened.
Goals
My first goal, of course, is to entertain. Beyond that, though, I want to make readers comfortable in exploring their fantasy lives, to run with it and enjoy it. The overarching point of view that I write from is that sex is a good thing. Period. It needs no purpose beyond itself. I write fantasies but I always try to cloak them with verisimilitude to make them more real for the reader. I would never deprecate love, but I also think that, at times, sex between two people who don't even like each other can be hot as hell for both parties. But I also want those who are about to explore BDSM in real life to be aware of what it might entail, and to be cautious in doing so because what may arouse you when you read it or see other people performing it, might not do so when you're actually participating in it. I want people to enjoy their fantasies but also recognize that some of them are just that — fantasies.
They’d found the college freshman hiking all alone early in the morning. He was a cute little thing, so they suggested he spend the day with them. The boy wasn’t too keen on that, but there were two of them and they were stronger than he was, so he agreed.
Then they suggested that maybe the boy would feel more comfortable if he took his clothes off. The boy wasn’t too keen on that, but there were two of them and they were stronger than he was, so he agreed.
Then they suggested that maybe the boy would like it if the two of them took turns fucking the boy’s pussy.The boy really wasn’t too keen on that, but there were two of them and they were way stronger than he was, so the boy really had no choice but to agree.
The two of them have been fucking the boy ever since and have been pleased and impressed by the tightness of the boy’s pussy even after all their use. So, they’ve decided to suggest that maybe the boy would like to become their permanent full-time fuck-bitch. The boy probably won’t be keen on this at all, considering how he’s been squealing and crying while they fucked him, but there are two of them and they’ve already shown they’re stronger than he is, and they most definitely will insist. And the boy won’t have any choice but to agree.
And so, a new fuck-bitch is born.
Process
When I first started writing erotic literature I was posting on a story site. No photos, just my words. For my first story, I started with an idea in my mind, germinated at least in the beginning, by a porn site I subscribed to. Not surprisingly, I suppose, considering my blog name here, that site was Straighthell.net. I worked that idea over in my mind and then just started writing. And writing. And writing. When I was done I had a story, Peter and His Boys, that ran 38 chapters and over 770 pages of text. And I had the entire story written before I even posted the first chapter. Needless to say, this took a long time — over two years. Subsequently, my stories became shorter with AAA Modeling Agency, running only 10 chapters, and Dr. Debt and His New Bitch, a mere 4 chapters though it was over 100 pages long. Regardless of the length of a story, however, the process for writing it remained the same — I thought of a plot line and then developed it.
But when I started posting on sites where photos and GIFs were the focal point, I had to change my entire approach. I quickly realized that it would be foolhardy to write a story and then go searching for a photo or GIF that captured that story's essence. Instead, what I did was look for photos that spoke to me, that gave me the seed of a story that I could germinate. What I discovered was that it wasn't necessarily the sexiest dude or the hottest guy that gave me the narrative kernel that I needed. Sometimes it was just the look in a model's eye or the slump of a shoulder that triggered something in me, that made me want to tell this boy's story. But whatever it was, it was the photo or GIF that drove the story, that determined even whether there was any story there.
I also found that my stories, of necessity, became much shorter. Part of this was simply the result of the fact that the photo or GIF provided a lot of the descriptive information that I formerly had to provide. But I was also aware that those who visited these sites were more visually oriented than the readers on a story site, and I doubted that they would have the patience to wade through a 30-page story accompanying a single GIF or photo.
I think one of my biggest advantages in writing gay erotic stories is that I personally started out as a bottom but eventually became an almost exclusive top. What this allows me to do is to tap into my own memories as a bottom when I'm writing a story from the bottom's perspective, or to switch into my top personna when I'm writing from his perspective. When writing a story, I do research for local color when specific cities or other countries are involved because I think it helps the reader immerse himself in the scene I'm painting, particularly if they're familiar with that city or country. My biggest personal challenge in writing in general is epitomized by that old phrase, "if I had more time, I would have made it shorter." Unfortunately, I just never seem to have enough time to actually do it.
It’s laughable watching the little bitch trying to shake the dildo out of its ass. By the end of the night after its ass has been worked over by ever larger and larger dildos, been blistered and bruised by whips and paddles, been cored out by multiple cocks, and so thoroughly ravaged and pummeled that its boyhole looks like an elephant’s cunt, the little faggot will find it hard to believe that it ever closed.
My Readers (and Haters)
My target readers are gay men generally, though given the nature of the site, I naturally expect the average reader to be someone with at least a passing interest in BDSM. I have, however, discovered that a number of my devoted readers are not gay men but rather bi-sexual or straight men and even some women. And it truly pleases me that there are those outside my targeted audience who enjoy my stories and I am definitely appreciative that they do.
Of course, within the BDSM community there are a number of sub-genres like New World Order, BBC, mpreg, incest, and others which I've actually enjoyed having the opportunity to explore in some of my stories. Indeed one of the things I enjoy about the shorter stories on a site like this is that it allows me to delve into topics I might never have had occasion to explore if I was still writing 100-page plus stories.
My interactions with readers is generally limited to messaging on the site which, admittedly, can be unreliable at times. While I try to respond to substantive comments it frequently takes me a couple days to do so and I'm sure I've missed some for which I'm sorry. Generally, the communications are either laudatory or inquisitive (the most common question being whether I take specific requests, which I'm sorry to say I don't) though I have had an occasional critical missive. Those directed to specific stories I take seriously and I have, at times, altered a posted story to reflect that criticism. More general criticisms which express a total dislike for my abilities as a writer I accept as simply that person's judgment and move on. I fully accept that what pleases and excites any one individual's imagination is always unique to that individual, and if my stories don't work for someone else there is no right or wrong involved. The story simply didn't work for him or her. I'm sorry it didn't, but I have to accept their personal judgment.
“Oh, fuck, man. No! Not another cock. Not so soon. I'm so sore, so fucking sore. Oh, Christ. It's too big. It's too big. It's too goddamn big. Oh, please stop. Please. Please. Not another one. Not so soon. Oh, God. Oh, God. No! No!!"
Sense of Fulfillment
I get my greatest sense of fulfillment when I finish a story that I think is really good and then see that it's also a popular one with my readers. I recognize, though, that there's often a disconnect between the stories that I personally think are well-written and the stories that are truly popular with the greatest number of my readers. I have a tendency to value my longer stories higher, probably because, as a general matter, I have to put more effort into them. A lot of my readers, however, tend to enjoy stories of a shorter length, and given the nature of the site, I can understand that. So there's always some tension between the stories I want to tell and the stories my readers want to read and navigating that tension is one of the most difficult aspects for me in writing erotica.
What I definitely appreciate is how varying the point of view that I write a story from — top, bottom, dispassionate narrator — makes me appreciate the incredible variety of possible sexual turn-ons. Thus, a top fucking an unwilling bottom will have a significantly different set of stimuli than one fucking a boy who enjoys being fucked. Both, of course, will appreciate the tightness of the bottom's hole, but for the first top, the grunts and shrieks of the bottom will provide an additional sexual prod while, for the second, the sheer exuberance of the bottom urging him on will provide a totally different sexual stimulus, but both will result in the same sexual outcome — at least for the top. I believe erotica can provide the reader with the opportunity to explore sexual situations and stimuli that he might not normally participate in and makes them accessible for us to not only understand but possibly even to try it out for ourselves. Thus, a top might not only come to understand what stimulates the bottom, he might actually decide to consider bottoming himself.
“Take it, you little whore. Take your Daddy’s load. Take all of it, bitch.”
“Oh, yeah, Daddy, give it to me. Fill me up with your hot seed, Daddy. Breed me like the slut you made me. I'm your slut now, Daddy. Your slut. Breed me, Daddy. Breed me. You feel so good inside my pussy. So fucking good. Fill me up, Daddy. Fill me all the way up with your hot cum, Daddy. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”
“That’s it, boy. Squeeze those cunt-lips on my hard rammer. Make love to my dick, bitch. Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. I'm cumming up your pussy, boy. Can you feel it? Can you feel it?”
“Oh, yeah, Daddy. Cream my hole. Cream my pussy. Oh, yeah, Daddy. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, Daddy. I need it so bad. I need it so bad. Breed me, Daddy, like the fuck-bitch I am. Breed my fucking faggot hole with your hot cum. Use me like the fucking faggot cum-slut you turned me into. Give it to me, Daddy. Give it to me.”
“Oh, yeah, bitch. Oh, yeah!!”
My Advice
My first piece of advice is, I think, applicable to all writers, not merely erotica authors, and that's to read, to read as much as you can, as broadly as you can. Read sci-fi, mysteries, romance novels, fantasy lit, biographies, histories, poetry, the classics, and, of course, erotic stories. I think that's the best way to get a feel for the language, for how stories are developed, how you can capture a reader's attention and, hopefully, hold on to it. Then use all that you've learned and absorbed and try to develop your own voice, your own perspective. While you want to reach as broad an audience as possible, I think that erotic writing, by its nature, presents a particular problem because erotic stimuli (what turns someone on) varies incredibly from individual to individual. Indeed, the very thing that might turn one reader on is also the thing that turns another reader off. This is inevitable. So be prepared to have one reader praising you for a story that you wrote while, just minutes later, another reader is excoriating you for the same story. And neither is wrong, because what excited and intrigued the first reader could well have disgusted and appalled the second. That is the nature of erotica and you have to accept it.
There is, however, a particular problem for erotica writers on a visually-oriented site such as BDSMLR — there are a good number of patrons who are solely interested in the photo or GIF you have posted and who have no interest whatsoever in anything you might write. While in the abstract this is easy to understand, it can be very aggravating when someone gets on your blog and starts reposting photo after photo after first stripping out the stories you may have spent hours or days writing, particularly when it would be a relatively simple thing for them to download a copy of the photo and then repost it as their own post. How a writer chooses to handle this problem, which I'm sure is a bane for every story or caption writer on BDSMLR, is up to the individual writer, but it's something any new writer will certainly face.
I think any writer welcomes constructive criticism, and certainly if there are plot inconsistencies (which can all too often happen in a long story) I'm actually grateful to anyone who points that out since it gives me an opportunity to correct them. When criticism descends to the level of personal attacks, which I've found in my five years on this site to be very infrequent, I do not respond to them, though I will generally block that individual and spare myself and the reader any future abrasive contact.
The pattern of the stripes as they march down your whore’s back, the way he writhes in agony as each lash from the whip caresses his skin, the quivering of his ass-cheeks as the burning pain radiates down to his pussy, the bitch’s total vulnerability to whatever you want to do to him, and the knowledge that, when all this is over, you will rape and seed his tight boycunt, all these factors coalesce to make whipping your fuckboy a truly enjoyable experience. At least, for you.
My Future
I've been writing photo and GIF (and lately some video) predicated stories for a long time now — more than five years on BDSMLR and, before that, a number of years on Tumblr. And there are times when I really do feel that I've totally drained the well of my imagination. But then I'll see a photo or a GIF that stimulates my mind along a path I haven't taken before and the story can open up a whole new way of looking at things. When that happens, I realize that I haven't yet reached the end of the road as far as writing erotica is concerned. All things, though, do eventually end, and I have no doubt that that day will one day arrive for my blog, too. There are, however, a number of really good writers on BDSMLR and I'm sure that even more are waiting in the wings so I'm confident that there will be no shortage of great stories to read and, I hope, even more readers anxious to read them.
We found the little whore at a local junk yard and me and my buddy, Mike, put the junk-yard bitch to some good use. We took turns banging his faggot cunt as he squealed and squawked and both of us emptied our bladders down his mouth pussy, too, whenever we needed to take a leak. I was a little concerned when the owner of the junk yard came by while Mike was getting his third nut of the afternoon, but he wasn’t upset at all.
"Taking a hard cunt-coring is about all the lazy slut is good for, but at least he’s good for that," he told us. "I’m gonna be closing up shop here soon, but if you boys are still horny tomorrow, feel free to stop by and nail his faggot boytwat some more." We thanked the man kindly for his generosity and then went back to slamming the shit out of slut’s boy-snatch.
After we were finished with the little whore and were headed out, Mike remarked that at least the little faggot knew his place - hanging out with all the other trash. I joined in Mike’s laughter, but I also knew that, come tomorrow, we’d both be rutting around inside that particular piece of trash again.
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Ryan’s Story
Scott just stands there for a minute or two, slapping his cock against his hand, looking at me. And as he’s doing that, his dick is boning up, getting longer and thicker and I can’t take my eyes off it. It looks to be 9 inches. At the least, 9 inches.
Eventually, Scott breaks the silence. "The way I see it, we have two options. We can go along with your original plan of having me suck your dick...or we can actually do something really memorable and have you suck mine. What's it gonna be, Ryan? What’s it gonna be?"
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Andrew’s Story
“Well,” Master Thom explained, “you’ve provided exceptional service today and I wanted to give you a choice. I could either leave a 25 percent tip or I could give you the opportunity to fuck my bitch’s pussy later this afternoon. The choice is yours, but I will say that Andrew has a really tight pussy between his sweet butt-cheeks.”
The waiter paused while he considered Master Thom’s offer of my ass. Finally, he responded. “I’m sure your bitch’s pussy would be a lot of fun to fuck. But, to be honest, I’m not sure he could handle my cock, sir.”
That response did surprise my Master. “Well, just how big is your cock, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Eleven inches, sir,” the waiter responded. “And it’s thick, too.”
“Eleven inches?” Master Thom repeated, questioningly.
“Actually, sir, it’s more like eleven and a half inches,” the waiter responded, almost looking a little embarrassed as he did.
“Fuck!” Master Thom exclaimed. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a 30 percent tip AND invite you over to fuck the bitch’s cunt. And trust me, Andrew will take every inch of your cock, all eleven and a half of them. No matter how much it hurts him. How does that sound to you?”
“It sounds great, sir,” the waiter replied with a big grin. “Just give me your address and I’ll come by after work. I’ll be there by 4:00 p.m. I’ll want to stop home first to freshen up.”
“Don’t bother with that,” Master Thom told him, as he filled out the bill and scribbled down our address. “I’ll have Andrew give you a full-body tongue bath when you get to our place. That’ll be a nice warm-up before you go to town on his fag-cunt. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk from here. So, say we plan on getting together at say 3:20 p.m.?”
“Sounds perfect, sir,” the waiter replied. “I’ll be there by 3:20 p.m..”
“Call me ‘Thom,’ Master Thom said as he handed him the check back.
“I’m Scott,” the waiter replied.
“And you know my bitch, Andrew,” Master Thom continued.
“Not as well as I’m planning to,” Scott replied with a leer..
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Owen’s Story
When they’d began their studies, the anthropologists had been surprised to discover that while the warriors each had their own mate of the opposite sex, they also made frequent use of a number of young men as sexual objects. Dr. Grammar, the head of their study group, had referred to these young men – who were always kept completely naked, an indication of their low status – as ‘village boi-wives,’ since it was obvious that any man in the village could use them sexually whenever he wanted. Which the warriors did, almost invariably in a particularly brutal manner.
Just how brutal the use was, Owen was in the process of discovering for himself. Owen had watched in horror as Peter had been unceremoniously stripped naked and then forced down onto the ground where one of the village warriors had begun violently raping the blond graduate student as the blond squealed and shrieked in obvious agony. And, no sooner had the first assailant yanked his spent cock from Peter’s ass than another warrior mounted the boy and proceeded to fuck him just as rapaciously. But it was not until he, too, spewed a load of Man-scuzz inside the blond and pulled his fuck-stick out of Peter’s battered bung-hole only to have it immediately replaced by yet another rampant cock, that the warriors turned their attention to Owen, who had been tied up on the ground as he watched his fellow student being gang-raped.
There was a brief discussion among the warrior awaiting their turn with Peter’s ass which occasioned a number of glances in Owen’s direction. Soon, three of the warriors, obviously younger than most and therefore of lower status, dislodged themselves and strode over to where Owen was lying.
One reached down, pulled Owen’s shirt over his head and then pulled down his pants. Mere seconds later, Owen’s screams of agony were joining Peter’s as he, too, was sexually violated with incredible force. And when the first warrior finished shooting his load of steamy Man-juice into Owen’s no-longer-virgin asshole, his cock was immediately replaced by another. And then another. And another.
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