Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -- The Rights of Dominance by Bjjl (bjjl@charter.net) ** A middle aged single man becomes the sexual object of a local street gang. He submits because he fears what they might do to him if he resisted. (M+/M, nc, rp, v, huml) ** I was forty three when I came to the city from a small town in the Midwest. I worked as a baker and made a fair living. I thought about saving and starting my own bakery but I was afraid to take the chance. ·

Date: Wed, 21 Sep 2011 11:26:41 -0700 From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net> Subject: Grandad's Diary Grandad's Diary. By: BMAN My grandad lived his whole life in the city. I was quite young when may parents moved to Arizona so I didn't see a lot of him. I know he was a soldier in 1941 in world war 2. · He owned a charity shop in the city where he worked until he died of a heart attack at 79. The only memories I had were fond ones and I was glad for that. My dad flew back to the city to settle grandad's estate and had his personal things shipped to out home in Arizona. There were lots of boxes and two old wooden trunks which sat in the back of our garage for a long time. ·

Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2010 18:21:24 -0800 From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net> Subject: Simpson Vignettes Bart & Milhouse. "Cops & Robbers" The phone rang, Marge Simpson picked it up. "Bart! It's Milhouse!" "Hey, Bart. You wanna come over to my house. Me and my mom are playing cops and robbers." "OK, sure. I got nothing better to do." Milhouse opened the door to let Bart in. In the living room Luanne was laying on the floor, her hands and feet tied were tied and her mouth was gagged. My mom is a cat burglar. ·

Date: Mon, 19 Dec 2011 21:35:28 -0800 From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net> Subject: Club Waterloo Have you ever imagined there was a club, a secluded place where the only people allowed were fathers and sons? Not an ordinary club with ordinary activities, but special activities not usually considered normal. A place where you can be uninhibited and allowed to discover a special bond. Where the sons become the masters and the fathers become the slaves and all things become possible within the rules. There is a club exactly like that, a club called Waterloo. Club Waterloo was over ten thousand square feet. Ten bedrooms that would accommodate a father and son in each room. ·

Chapter II Over a month had passed now Dr. Weston had a visit from Jason Bennett. He was surprised and even more excited trying to guess what the session would be about. Jason followed Dr. Weston into the office. The doctor pointed. "Please, have a seat." "No thanks," Jason replied. "Not going to stay that long." Dr. Weston sat down at his desk, looking up at Jason. "What's the reason for this visit?" "I want you to come by the house on ·

Her sons, Allen and Reece were now teenagers and very independent. Her husband Cliff worked most of the time and she suspected he was having a relationship with one of his co-workers. She felt her life was going the way of most middle age husbands and wives who seem to drift apart for no reason. One Saturday afternoon, Megan's life would change and never be the same again. Jorn walked into her life. An exchange student from Denmark who was attending the same high school as her two sons. ·

Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2011 20:51:37 -0700 From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net> Subject: The Cuckold Story. The Cuckold Story By: BMAN I guess it all started when the job market crashed. My husband Tom lost his job at a company he had been with for twenty years. Tom was 51, I'm six years younger than him. We had been married for 25 years. I was still working at my job and fortunately making enough to keep us afloat. The weeks turned into months and still nothing for Tom. ·

Date: Sun, 06 Nov 2011 11:33:13 -0800 From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net> Subject: Sins of the Father Paul Bennett quietly stepped into the office. The plaque on the door read: Dr. John Weston, Psychiatrist. The woman behind the desk spoke up. "The doctor will be with you shortly." Paul smiled, nodded his head and sat down in one of the leather chairs. Paul had never been to a psychiatrist in his life. He was not sure if he should see one now. ·

Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 10:48:04 -0800 From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net> Subject: Walker School House (authoritarian, historical, rural) The year was 1876, the west was settling up more and more people were heading west. The wagon trains came on a daily basis. Newton county was beginning to expand a little bit at a little. Most the land was used for cattle. Two biggest ranches were owned by William Grimes and Thomas Windsor. You could say they owned the the town of Walker also. The sheriff was put into office by Mr. Grimes and the store was owned by Mr. Windsor. ·

The hot Arizona sun was finally going down over the old abandon mining claim. There would finally be some relief for Floyd's naked body. He had been tied to the hitching post since early morning. Down on his knees, legs open, arms stretched out and lashed to the post. Floyd Stone had been a bounty hunter for almost a decade now. Judging by recent events, he was getting a little old for the job. ·