Max explores and dominates his new friend, then decides to find out what has actually happened to Jessie to make him believe he is under Max’s control. This story is alternately known Dominating Jessie on Literotica.
Warnings for chapter: M/M, D/S, MAGICAL CONTROL, sexual content, dub con.
Find Part One Here – Advised to read first for context if you haven’t already.
Jessie was gasping. His mind was caught in a nowhere land between utter terror and complete and unending bliss. On the one hand he was naked and spread eagled, unable to move; and on the other, the man of his darkest and most depraved fantasies was currently sucking on his cock so expertly that he might, if he’d been able to, have started to cry with pleasure.
It had been two long hours since Jessie had obediently climbed onto Max’s balcony and passed through his open doors. He’d given up trying to fight. He was at Max’s mercy and he’d learned to his cost that the man had very little of that.
He closed his eyes and let the soft moan escape his lips. He couldn’t hide it. He could hold nothing back from his classmate and he hated it. He also, to his utter shame and horror, loved it.
This is a work of adult fiction that contains mind control and as such, dubious consent lies within. Also lesbian sex. If either of these ideas may displease you, feel free to find another story that you’d prefer. If not, I hope you enjoy. Feedback brightens my day.
I’m on the train back home, from yet another pointless ‘networking’ gig for work. I’ve never been to one that anyone actually seemed to enjoy, but this was the worst yet.
There’s only so much you can do when it comes to advertising piping in any case but how my boss thought that I could possibly cross-promote it with top shelf ‘homemade’ cat food is beyond me. Now a top notch cat feeder, sure…but the fucking food? He must’ve been smoking the good stuff to think that was remotely possible.
Though, now I come to think about it, it was more likely a punishment for turning him down, yet again.
Day Three. I’m tired today. Someone’s car alarm decided to go off at around 3am just outside my bedroom window and it didn’t stop for a good couple of hours. Whoever it was that decided to not put in a cut off timer for that little fucker, I now officially hate you.
Despite it all I am still awake and writing. I think coffee number two is going to be called for before I start in on my big work, but the daily scenes have been accomplished; along with my 200 words and I’m still very much enjoying myself.
I’m looking to work on furthering Chapter 7 of One Ring today. I have my plot sorted into enough of a shape to guide my brain through what needs to happen and am looking forward to seeing what I come up with in between plot points. Questions shall be answered as well as asked, so hopefully a few people who were worrying about what had happened to certain individuals will find out!
Overall I’m pretty optimistic about the direction things are heading.
100 Days of Words
You can find Day One of my challenge here. Also, further details about the 100 day challenge can be found here.
Apologies for the delay on this chapter. A number of people have asked that I make my chapters a bit longer, so I hope this is more to your liking. It’s a big one. As per previous chapters the same warnings apply, dark content and dubious consent lie within. I will also add that this chapter contains MMF scenes, so bear that in mind as well.
As always feedback and comments brighten my day, and I hope you all enjoy.
This picks up where the short chapter from the New Year left off
Half an hour after he got off the train Dean was staring out of the window of a taxi, taking in the strange sandstone houses and small winding roads of the UK. He watched the people of Nottingham go about their business, studiously ignoring one another as they did so. The light in this part of the world was strangely blue, and he found himself staring at the oddly grey/black colour pallet that the people here chose to wear. No wonder the English thought the rest of the world was so loud and brash. They walked around as if they were attending a funeral every day.
A car horn honked and he saw a glum-looking man turn his collar up against the drizzle that was starting to fall.
So this story needs a bit of context. My wonderful friend F has set me a daily limit of writing her at least 200 words in order to keep my creative juices flowing and, coincidentally, myself writing.
I also play a lot of WoW on a great private server called Primal Wow, which can be found here if anyone’s interested along with some more information here from an ever-so-slightly Youtube famous guildie of mine. (Love you Hamster).
During a particularly interesting run through of MC the Dutchies in our guild started to discuss pastry and F – loving their accents – started to giggle like hell and came out with (I swear I love her brain so much) “Oh my god, if any of you guys said anything like that during sex I’d loose it, I swear.”
Hilarious discussions between myself and F ensued via in game whisper…and the result is as follows.