Trapped and Transformed by Lou Bealy Commissioned by some dork Support my writing by becoming a subscriber on Subscribestar ! Get access to exclusive content and benefits! If you would like to commission me for a custom story, details are  here Anthony groaned, slowly coming back to consciousness. He blinked at the bright light shining down from directly above the mattress he found himself lying naked on. It was laying directly on the floor in the corner of a mostly bare concrete room that he had never seen before. “What the hell?!” He called out, scanning the strange room for whoever put him there. “Hello?!” In the opposite corner there was a squat toilet with a shower head only a few feet above it. On the wall, there was a large plastic dildo mounted above the floor drain with a bottle of lube laying on the floor near it. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. “What the fuck is this?!” he shouted. “Where am I?!” He looked around, truly clueless

His Surrender by Lou Bealy Commissioned by anonymous Support my writing by becoming a subscriber on Subscribestar ! Get access to exclusive content and benefits! If you would like to commission me for a custom story, details are  here Based on true events Phil laid face down on the massage table. He decided not to strip completely naked but he did take off his sweats and a tee shirt, leaving him in his boxer shorts. He also covered himself in the blanket provided so he felt a little more comfortable. The slight perfume smell and the sound of waves lapping at the shore playing from the speakers also helped him to relax and get ready for his first massage. “I’m ready!” he called out and a moment later the door swung open. It was supposed to be good for a competitive swimmer to get regular massages, or so he had read. So eventually, he finally relented and paid for one at a place that was highly recommended to athletes. He had asked for a female massage therapist but s

A Big Wager by Lou Bealy Commissioned by anonymous Support my writing by becoming a subscriber on Subscribestar ! Get access to exclusive content and benefits! If you would like to commission me for a custom story, details are here . “That wasn’t too fast?” he asked, his face red with shame. He pulled his pants up and put the cash on the dresser. “Thanks, baby,” Angelina purred once she was paid. “And no, that was perfect,” she soothed. If anything it was better that he came so fast. She wasn’t paid by the hour, after all. “Okay, good. I uh,” he stammered, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. “With how loud you were and how quickly it happened, I uh...I thought you were…” “Faking it?” She giggled. “Nah. Don’t worry about me, honey. I always get mine, just like a man would.” He left quickly after. Her fake smile faded and she got up to count the money. It was all there. Good thing for the client, too. One word from her and Rooker the doorman would sn