Stories

Work on a project had taken me out of the UK for several intensive weeks, but finally I had a few days to myself. I had taken a flight to Bristol airport on Wednesday evening, picked up a hire car, and driven up to the Stables in Gloucestershire. Thursday morning would be spent on progress reports, but Andrew would be arriving about midday for one of the regular bondage long weekends. Matthew, a regular since the start, could not come, but Otis was arriving Thursday evening and Rick on Friday, everyone was staying until Sunday.

This story is a work of fiction involving explicit acts between consenting males. If you are under 18, do not read this material. If it is illegal where you live, do not read this material. If you find the thought of consenting sex between young males objectionable, then do not read this material.

This story is a fiction one. If you are under 18, do not read this material. If it is illegal where you live, do not read this material. If you find the thought of consenting sex between young males objectionable, then do not read this material.

It was a very quite afternoon in mid November and as usual nothing ever really got exciting at work. The same old routine of paper work that never seemed to end and the only thing to look forward too in the day was lunchtime, which was about it but that was all about the change.