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A large red sign with white text reads STORED and shows two hands holding a cube. The sign partially covers a person in a suit standing indoors.

Stored (Chapters 1 and 2)

2025-05-12 / admin bot / 0 Comments

Chapter 1: Caged Silence

The silence roared in my ears. The rubber hood amplified my pulse, the hiss of filtered air slipping in and out of the breathing tube, and the subtle, maddening sound of latex creaking as I shifted the barest fraction of an inch.

I was sealed in, encased from scalp to toe in black rubber, bent at the knees, and arms folded tight to my chest in the smooth, padded hollowness of a hidden chamber. Anyone glancing at it saw nothing more than a piece of designer furniture, a custom walnut bench beneath the living room window. Seamless, elegant, and dead silent.

Stored

Charlie once ruled boardrooms in sharp suits and sharper words, a self-assured executive with everything under control. Until Brian. Charismatic, calm, and unshakably dominant, Brian didn’t take Charlie’s control away. Charlie gave it to him.

What began as flirtation turned into a bond deeper, and darker, than Charlie ever imagined. From whispered rituals to permanent chastity, from obedience to objectification, Charlie’s descent is tender, terrifying, and utterly complete.

Now, stored beneath a polished wooden bench in the middle of a suburban living room, sealed in rubber and silence, Charlie listens to the man who owns him laugh with guests just inches away. He is no longer a partner, no longer a man. He is furniture, and he has never loved more completely. A devastating, slow-burn tale of erotic surrender and identity erasure, Stored is a haunting journey into submission, devotion, and the beauty of being unmade.

Stored is a 7,000-word short story. All content in this story is fictional and depicts activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+.

A glossy black shoe box with a thin white stripe across the middle, placed on a textured beige surface.

Bound in black and blue

2025-04-07 / admin bot / 1 Comment

Donovan hadn’t been expecting mail. The knock at the door startled him out of his whiskey-hazed stupor, where he’d been curled on the couch, nursing the ache of something old but still sharp. Patrick was out running laps around the neighborhood, steady and consistent as ever, which left Donovan alone as usual, with his thoughts for company.

He shuffled to the door, opened it, and stopped.

A large, sleek black box sat on the welcome mat. The return label rubbed away into smudged illegibility, but he knew what it was. His stomach tightened as he bent to pick it up.

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Confession

2025-03-17 / admin bot / 0 Comments

The confessional was dark, save for the flickering candlelight casting broken patterns against the wooden partition. The air, thick with ghostly wisps of incense, felt even heavier with something deeper—unspoken desires pressing against the walls, waiting to be exposed, waiting to be exorcised.

Nathan knelt on the worn leather cushion, his hands folded tightly on the tabletop. His belly, straining the buttons of his shirt, pressed against the prayer kneeler with each shallow breath. The act of kneeling itself sent a strange thrill down his spine. He closed his eyes and exhaled, slow and unsteady.

Emotional Support Boyfriend (chapter 1)

2024-09-09 / admin bot / 0 Comments

I’d always loved the idea of having a dog. You know, a loyal companion, always happy to see you when you came home, who made you feel like the most important person in the world. So when I finally decided to adopt Rufus, a golden retriever puppy with the biggest, most soulful eyes I’d ever seen, I thought I was ready for all the joy and challenges that came with it.

Turns out, I wasn’t.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and I was at the local dog park a few blocks from my condo, clutching Rufus’ leash like my life depended on it. Which, at that moment, it did. Rufus was full of boundless energy, darting from one spot to another, a golden blur against the amber and orange leaves scattered on the ground. I stumbled behind him, my bulky frame not exactly built for sudden, erratic movement.

The Keypad

2022-10-21 / admin bot / 0 Comments

In this coda from “Poker with the guys,” Didrik explains how the Keypad transformed him from boss to slave.

My name is Didrik, and I used to be the boss. It was fun while it lasted, I guess. I came into my new job full of ideas and initiative, but it didn’t take long for me to learn my true place in the scheme of things. I’d been on the job six months when my five employees—Bill, Doug, Jim, Lou, and Steve—became the bosses of me. Sure, they still follow my instructions and preserve the illusion of being my direct reports at the office. The truth, however, is far more complex. They own me, but they force me to keep up the façade of leadership. They tell me what they want from upper management, and I make it happen, no matter what. I arrive early and stay late to do my job and much of theirs. They set their hours and tell me what work they’re willing to do. Any work left undone is my responsibility.

You might be wondering how I ended up so deeply under their control. You might also ask what their hold over me is. Why do I continue to comply, even as it makes my personal and professional life increasingly difficult? The answers to these questions are equally complex.

Tag: BDSM

Stored (Chapters 1 and 2)

Chapter 1: Caged Silence

Stored

Bound in black and blue

Confession

Emotional Support Boyfriend (chapter 1)

The Keypad

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