Gay Submission Erotica: Edging and Ownership Series by Archer Vale

24 hours in the airport. 24 hours to betray my husband.An avalanche blocked the roads. Our ski trip has taken a bizarre, nasty turn.It started on the plane. I sat in the middle of a college hockey team traveling for a photoshoot. The air was thick with their deep, vibrating voices. A musky scent flowed into my lungs…I did something disgusting. I hope nobody noticed.Now we’ve arrived, and we’re trapped at the airport. The hockey guys keep looking at me. One of them wants me to buy them dinner... more24 hours in the airport. 24 hours to betray my husband.An avalanche blocked the roads. Our ski trip has taken a bizarre, nasty turn.It started on the plane. I sat in the middle of a college hockey team traveling for a photoshoot. The air was thick with their deep, vibrating voices. A musky scent flowed into my lungs…I did something disgusting. I hope nobody noticed.Now we’ve arrived, and we’re trapped at the airport. The hockey guys keep looking at me. One of them wants me to buy them dinner.We have to spend the night here with them. I’m all jittery. My mind is filled with strange, uncomfortable thoughts.I shouldn’t do this. I need to stay strong. I need to resist.Format: Short storyLength: ~11,000 words***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT*** less

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas…forever.I was alone in a dark bar when I met him. He took me to his mansion…he showed me a world I never knew existed.It’s easy to get a woman to kneel for you. Bringing a man to heel though…that represents something profound. Most straight guys won’t admit it, but it’s a rush.And some will pay a fortune for it.Serving drinks at parties…giving massages…shining shoes…spreading my hairy cheeks…I’m being molded by my pimp. He’s secured me in his stable... moreWhat happens in Vegas stays in Vegas…forever.I was alone in a dark bar when I met him. He took me to his mansion…he showed me a world I never knew existed.It’s easy to get a woman to kneel for you. Bringing a man to heel though…that represents something profound. Most straight guys won’t admit it, but it’s a rush.And some will pay a fortune for it.Serving drinks at parties…giving massages…shining shoes…spreading my hairy cheeks…I’m being molded by my pimp. He’s secured me in his stable. He’ll refine my body and mind.Once you start turning tricks for straight men, there’s no going back.I’ll never leave this town.Format: Short storyLength: ~10,500 words***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT*** less

Become the flute. I need to become the flute.A rare opportunity—private music lessons with my professor.His teaching methods are unconventional. He stands behind me, arms wrapped around my frail body while he guides my trembling fingers. The tight chastity cage in my underwear is a constant reminder of what we’ve done…To become skilled, he says I need to become one with the instrument. I need to let his music flow into my brain.Becoming the instrument…becoming an object.Flutes don’t think... moreBecome the flute. I need to become the flute.A rare opportunity—private music lessons with my professor.His teaching methods are unconventional. He stands behind me, arms wrapped around my frail body while he guides my trembling fingers. The tight chastity cage in my underwear is a constant reminder of what we’ve done…To become skilled, he says I need to become one with the instrument. I need to let his music flow into my brain.Becoming the instrument…becoming an object.Flutes don’t think. They just sit with an open hole, waiting for a man to breathe inside.Format: Short storyLength: ~10,000 words***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT*** less

More protein…I need to get bigger. Can’t…stop.He’s the sales team stud. He offered to teach me strength and confidence.The training though…it’s extreme. I dropped my pants, allowing him to insert the hormonal syringe. A cycle of steroids…it’ll make me perfect.I struggle to focus. I’m making so many mistakes at work…but the muscle growth is off the charts.When we’re alone, he makes me get naked. He takes photos and video—says he’s “documenting the transformation”.He’s selling the content online... moreMore protein…I need to get bigger. Can’t…stop.He’s the sales team stud. He offered to teach me strength and confidence.The training though…it’s extreme. I dropped my pants, allowing him to insert the hormonal syringe. A cycle of steroids…it’ll make me perfect.I struggle to focus. I’m making so many mistakes at work…but the muscle growth is off the charts.When we’re alone, he makes me get naked. He takes photos and video—says he’s “documenting the transformation”.He’s selling the content online. He’s posting sick, shameful things.The gym…all I can think about is the gym. What’s happening to me…?Format: Short storyLength: ~11,000 words***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT*** less

The opportunity of a lifetime. How far will I go to make it happen?Rock stars are supposed to have groupies…but not like this.They sit in a circle, wearing nothing but underwear while he speaks. His words are their bread. They cling to every syllable, bathing in his wisdom. This isn’t right. It’s not normal.But…he says I can come on tour. All I’ve gotta do is prove myself.Lick his sweaty feet…expose my body in public…bring him my girlfriend.I’ll do anything to impress my idol... moreThe opportunity of a lifetime. How far will I go to make it happen?Rock stars are supposed to have groupies…but not like this.They sit in a circle, wearing nothing but underwear while he speaks. His words are their bread. They cling to every syllable, bathing in his wisdom. This isn’t right. It’s not normal.But…he says I can come on tour. All I’ve gotta do is prove myself.Lick his sweaty feet…expose my body in public…bring him my girlfriend.I’ll do anything to impress my idol.Format: Short storyLength: ~10,000 words***CONTAINS EXPLICIT GAY SEXUAL CONTENT*** less