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The Humiliation Games
CHAPTER 6
PART 11
As the swirling energy that had been surrounding Gokothon faded and the image of Ricardo Belmont disappeared from the large screen, the crowd burst into applause for the latest humiliation.
"Oh, wonderful, incredible," Esteban said as he returned to the stage, joining in the applause. "A true living nightmare. Wonderful to see one of our new advisors at work. Thank you, Lord Gokothon!"
Gokothon gave a sullen nod to Esteban and then to The Terror who had remained motionless as he watched the show.
"Well Team Faularry branched out to show off another member of their team, so I guess it's time to see if Team Trauxity can do the same or if this is destined to be the Dave show!" Esteban said, gesturing to the other team who sat eagerly awaiting their next volunteer. "So without further ado, being on contestant number six!"
Esteban span aside, though it was unnecessary as the huge screen was visible above him anyway. There was immediate chatter from the audience as the next bio appeared. Esteban gave a slight chuckle as he gave them a moment to discuss.
"That's right, gentlemen, we've got ourselves a full-on fetishist. Allow me to introduce to you volunteer number six, Eric Yoshida!" Esteban said as the crowd quietened. "Eric is a twenty-three-year-old outreach worker from London. Eric is known by his colleagues, family and friends to be a kind, compassionate and caring individual... which he actually is, you may be glad to hear!" He glanced round and gave a sweeping glance to the demonic advisors.
"Typical," Zorren grumbled. "We finally get a nice one to torture and it's not our turn!"
Esteban laughed at the comment as he looked back to the main audience. "Unknown to almost everybody in Eric's life, he has a list of kinks and fetishes a mile long. For some reason, the Plebiciles see that as cause for derision, mockery and disdain!" Esteban explained disapprovingly. As he heard derisive comments from the crowd he just shrugged and said, "I know, I know, and this is why we love to torture the little idiots. Anyway, for OUR needs that is a perfect combination. A sweet, innocent and kind outreach worker who spends his days helping the homeless, downtrodden and destitute with a massive array of embarrassments to humiliate him with. One can barely imagine what Team Trauxity can do with that... but in five minutes we won't NEED to imagine! Team Trauxity, your time starts now!"
"He wasn't kidding," Master Ezekiel said to nobody in particular as he perused their copy of the additional documents. "I have to admit there's a few on here even I can't recall!"
"I'm happy to walk you through them all," Zorren said in a seductively low, rumbly voice.
"If it weren't against the rules, I might actually consider that," Master Ezekiel said casually. "What exactly IS harpaxophilia?"
"That's where someone enjoys being filled with stuffing to the sound of harp music!" Gokothon replied. As the rest of the group stared at him, he rolled his eyes and said, "That was a joke. LAUGH!"
"Oh, it was funny," Zorren replied with a smirk. "We're just surprised you actually have a sense of humour!"
"Nightmare demons are renowned for our humour!" Gokothon insisted.
"Clearly," Zorren replied, getting a snigger from Tharukan. He looked back to Master Ezekiel and added, "To answer your question, it's arousal from being the victim of a robbery, and I'm guessing that's one those guys won't be able to resist!"
"Hnnh, interesting," Master Ezekiel said as he glanced over at the opposing team across the stage.
When time was up, Master Sebastian was called forward, who subsequently invited Dave the Demon to start things off.
Dave stood centre stage as he cast his eyes across the crowd, smiling knowingly for a moment. "Karma... is a bitch!" he started. "Trust me, I know her!" he added, much to the amusement of the crowd. "Choose me and I'll demonstrate a neat little trick I picked up from karma that turns all of Eric's good deeds into his own misfortunes!"
"Interesting," Master Sebastian said, straightening his robe as he watched Dave return to his throne. "Lord Buth'Taloz, would you care to go next," he said politely.
The demonic figure stepped forward, flashing the attractive human a playful wink before he began addressing the room. "Exposure of Eric's fetishes would certainly do some significant harm to his reputation, but as they always say about good storytelling... show, don't tell! I intend to put Eric in a situation where he will face temptation to engage in some of his more obscure kinks... and of course get caught doing it!"
"Show, don't tell. I like that!" Master Sebastian said with a polite nod to the demon.
"I could show you a few things," Buth'Taloz growled quietly to Sebastian as they passed each other.
Blushing a little, Master Sebastian introduced their last adviser, "Last but not least, I give you Dazallan of Cirramir!"
"I'll take you when Buth'Taloz is finished," Dazallan whispered to the man as they passed each other. "Gentlemen of the audience... and the rest of you too," he said, pausing for a chuckle at the playful insult, "While Team Faularry may think it a little obvious," he paused to glance at his opponents, "I intend to arrange for Eric to explore his interest in harpaxophilia. Although with a little but of a push, both sides of the robbery will find themselves... enjoying things a little!"
"Well well well," Esteban said as the third advisor returned to his seat. "Certainly taking a different route with this one, aren't we. That's definitely the way you win around here! I mean, look at the sheer joy on our Master's face!"
Once again everyone looked round at the motionless, and expressionless, being sat on his throne in the centre of the room.
"So what's it to be? Will you go with Dave's karmic retribution, Buth'Taloz's unusual fetish exposure or Dazallan's sexy, sexy robbery?" Esteban posed to the voting audience. "Cast your votes now!"
VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS
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Have Eric suffer embarrassing misfortunes every time he does a good deed – 14%
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Have Eric tempted by his bizarre kinks and exposed in the act – 43%
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Have Eric get caught in a robbery that turns him on – 43%
In case of ties, I get to cast the deciding vote. Being the author has some perks. I chose option 3!
PART 12
"Hey, it's just me," Eric said into his phone as he heard his boss answer.
"Eric! Where are you?" Clive asked with obvious concern.
"I decided to take one more look around. Someone's got to have seen Terry!" Eric insisted.
"Come on Eric, you know how it with these guys. If they don't wanna be found, they ain't gonna be found, especially when they go into a full-on relapse!" Clive explained exasperatedly.
"I know, I know," Eric sighed. "But Terry was doing so well. I can't believe he'd just throw it all away!"
Clive chuckled as he replied, "How you do this job and still stay so optimistic is a freaking miracle, I swear! Where are you, anyway?"
"Findham Park!" Eric said gingerly.
"Jesus, Eric. Findham this late at night. Are you fucking mental?" Clive exclaimed in shock.
"Look, I know it's rough, but I've worked with half the guys who hang out here and know most of the others. I'll be fine!" Eric said confidently.
"Dedication to the job is great, but not if it's putting you in harm's way. I really don't think this is a good idea!" Clive objected.
"Look, a quick lap of the main area, chat to a few familiar faces and I'll be out in ten minutes!" Eric insisted. "Appreciate the concern, bossman, but I know what I'm doing!"
Clive sighed. He knew by now Eric would follow through on whatever he set his mind to and arguing wouldn't achieve anything. "Fine, but stay in touch, okay."
"Will do!" Eric said before hanging up. He let out a sigh of his own as he looked ahead. Clive was right. Findham Park, which had stopped being a park many years ago and simply not been renamed, was a particularly troublesome area of town.
The few buildings that were still owned and maintained were heavily fortified to avoid the inevitable break-ins, while the abandoned properties had most been broke into to use as squats, hovels, crack-dens or worse. There was barely a wall untouched by graffiti, some a genuine attempt at art, some petty vandalism and a large number of gang markings, the area having been fought over many times over the years as gangs rose and fell.
It was in one of the squats that Eric had found Terry the last time he relapsed, which had been where his initial search had started earlier in the day, but none of the other occupants (at least the ones that didn't scurry away to hide) admitted to having seen the other man.
It was tough for Eric to see so many people living in squalor, seeing people completely strung out on whatever drugs they'd managed to get hold of that day. He wanted to help them all, but he had learned early in his career that help couldn't be given, it had to be taken. If these people didn't want help, he couldn't make them do anything. That was why he was out searching for Terry. He had approached the service Eric worked for a year ago. He had gotten clean and started on the road to recovery... which quickly veered off into a relapse. Terry had come back a few weeks ago, once again looking for help to get clean and Eric had put in a lot of time and effort to helping him achieve it, right up until he had vanished from his rehab facility the previous night.
"Izzy, hey," Eric said with a smile as he approached three men sat on a stoop in front of one of the busier dens.
The man looked back at Eric, though his eyes took a few moments to catch up with the direction his head had moved in. "Eric, my man!" Izzy replied with a smirk. He gave the man to his right a swat and said, "Chill, he's cool. He's not a cop. He just dresses like one!"
"I'm taking that as a compliment!" Eric said with a chuckle. He tapped on his phone a second as he asked, "Any of you seen a guy called Terry?" He held out his phone to show a picture of Terry as he added, "This is him!"
"Ah, ain't he dead?" the man to Izzy's left said with a remorseful headshake. "He stopped coming by a few weeks back. I figured he finally OD'd!"
"No, he was in rehab!" Eric said, recoiling at the suggestion of the young man being dead. "Take it you've not seen him today then?"
"Nah mate," the man replied, shaking his head sluggishly.
"Ya see him, tell him his spots still open at the centre!" Eric said as he slipped his phone back in his pocket. "And we do have other openings!" he suggested cautiously, but they snort of laughter from Izzy and angry glares from the other two men was all the prompting Eric needed to move on.
Despite his promise of being done in ten minutes, Eric was still wandering the area half an hour later, though he had nearly run out of places to look for the missing man. Having text Clive repeatedly to say he was `almost finished' several times, his manager had begun to call, doubtlessly to shout at him to leave, so Eric had ignored or rejected the calls. Finally ready to call it a night as his phone beeped to announce yet another text message, he pulled the phone out and unlocked it.
There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps and the phone was snatched from his grip before Eric could react.
"HEY!" Eric yelled as the man who grabbed it, and an apparent accomplice sprinted away from him. "CUNTS!" he yelled, figuring his phone was long gone. Not wanting to chase the two men through the dangerous area, he just stared in frustration, but frowned as he saw the two men stop. They appeared to be surrounded by a glowing aura for a moment, but as Eric blinked it was gone.
The two men turned back and glared at Eric. "The fuck d'you just call us?" the first man shouted back.
"Fuck!" Eric muttered, taking a step back, ready to run.
"Stay right there or I'll shoot you in the fucking back!" the second man said as they started jogging back to Eric.
Eric froze, unable to see a gun but not wanting to risk that it wasn't a bluff.
"Got something to say?" the first man demanded as they got closer to Eric.
Eric gulped nervously. The first figure was a white man in his mid-twenties, with messy hair and a short beard. He was dressed in several layers of t-shirts, hoodies and a coat and he held his hand in the pocket, pointed straight at Eric. There was certainly something in his pocketed hand, but Eric wasn't sure for certain if it was a gun.
The second man, of similar age to the first, sporting scruffy facial hair that was too long to be considered stubble but not quite long enough to really be called a beard. Dressed in a hoodie, jeans covered in holes and black trainers, his hand was also in his pocket but most likely holding onto Eric's phone as he had been the one to snatch it.
"You DID just steal my phone. What am I s'posed to say? Thank you?" Eric said, knowing it was unwise to anger them but strapped for what else to say.
"Actually," the first guy said, gesturing with the alleged gun, "Yes, that's exactly what you should do!"
"What?!" Eric exclaimed.
"Say thank you, little man!" the armed man growled.
"Jesus Ash, you're such a dick sometimes!" the second man smirked.
"Wow, thanks DJ," Ash replied, stating the name pointedly, "For telling this prick my fucking name!"
"Oops," DJ said with a shrug.
"You heard me though. Say thank you, chinky!" Ash demanded.
"Chinky!?" Eric scoffed.
"Oh you have GOT to stop answering back unless you want some extra holes in you!" Ash said, still keeping the hand in his pocket.
Eric sighed and shook his head as he replied, "Thank you very much for stealing my phone!"
"Y'know Ash, now we're back here, ya reckon it's worth axing him what else he might want to give us?" DJ suggested.
"Good idea," Ash smirked. "What else ya got, ching-chong-chinaman?"
"Even if I WAS Chinese that'd still be totally fucking unnecessary!" Eric objected. Once again he knew he shouldn't answer back, but he was beginning to feel a little distracted. He had felt a twitch when his phone had been snatched, but as the two men returned to hold him up, he had felt his dick begin to swell. It always seemed to happen over the most random things... feet, sleeping people, underwear, shoes, holding his breath too long... the list seemed endless, but this was certainly one of his weirder ones.
Eric blamed a video he had seen some years back, a guy had been mugged and they had gone as far as taking some of his clothes as they looked expensive. He had gotten hard, he had jerked off, he had cum and that was it, the fetish was set in his mind... and now it was set in his pants too! It was a confusing feeling to be scared for his life, annoyed at the two strangers and aroused at the same time, but the strangeness only added to his reluctant excitement.
"Whatever, just give us your fucking wallet!" Ash demanded.
"I'm not carrying one. My phone's pretty much all I have on me!" Eric explained. It had been part of his preparation for the night. He had stated his confidence to Clive but there was a difference between confidence and over-confidence, and he remained aware of what MIGHT happen. Everything else he might have normally carried had been left back at the office.
"Bullshit!" DJ insisted. "Nobody walks around with nothing on them!"
"Well I had my phone, which you're welcome to give back and steal again if that'll give ya what ya need!" Eric said sarcastically.
"Pat him down! He's definitely hiding something!" Ash scowled. "Hands on your head ting tong!"
Eric gulped as he felt his erection throb, though he frowned as he complied and replied, "Are the names necessary? I mean, whadda you call him?" He nodded to DJ who had stepped closer.
As DJ grabbed at Eric's torso, feeling for anything in his clothing, Ash replied, "I call him DJ cos that's his name!"
"Yeah, well my name's Eric, so quit with the names ya racist twat!" Eric scowled.
"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want!" Ash insisted.
DJ stopped mid-frisk and looked round as he said, "I could live without the names! I been on that side. It ain't cool, mate!"
"Stop... sympathising with our victims!" Ash insisted. "And keep searching ERIC. He's gotta have SOMETHING on him!"
DJ gave Eric a slight smirk at the reluctant moral victory before he continued searching. As he got down to the trouser pockets, Eric gulped, hoping that was as much as the young man would search. Almost the moment he thought it, DJ's hand patted his crotch and felt the firmness beneath.
"AHHHH mate!" DJ said, laughing as he stepped back.
"What? What's he got? What d'ya find?" Ash asked eagerly.
"Undo your coat!" DJ demanded.
Eric winced as he pleaded, "Ah come on!" Just because he was turned on by the robbery that didn't mean he wanted them to see it!
"Fucking do it!" Ash insisted, waving the pocketed hand again.
Eric sighed and unzipped his coat, letting the two sides hang open.
"What he's got," DJ said with a grin, "Is a fucking boner!"
"Oh my fucking god!" Ash laughed as he saw the bulge in Eric's trousers. "Are you... oh my god, which one of us is it? You into me, or you lusting after some big black dick?" he asked, slapping DJ on the arm.
"The fuck's wrong with you tonight?" DJ scowled at the question.
"Neither of you!" Eric insisted. "It just... it's... the adrenaline or something!" he tried to explain.
"Whip it out!" Ash demanded.
"Wait!" DJ said with a grin. "You want shit to steal and he really ain't got anything else... but if you wanna see how excited he is... let's try this!" He turned to look Eric up and down and said, "Gimme your coat!"
"No, come on!" Eric complained. This was exactly what he had seen before, what he had been excited by, what he had masturbated over. Now it was happening to him and it was mortifying, it was humiliating, it was... fucking exciting! He let out a sigh as he saw the determined look on the other men's faces and slipped his coat off, then handed it to DJ as he reached out for it.
"Whadda you reckon, start at the top?" DJ asked with a grin.
"Nah. Shoes off, Eric!" Ash ordered, "And kick `em over to us!"
Eric sighed as he pulled his shoes off with his feet, feeling the asphalt beneath his socked feet as he kicked them away. It was a strange feeling that somehow made him feel very exposed... though he suspected he was about to feel a lot more of that!
"Trousers next!" DJ said, nodding to Eric's lower half.
Eric wanted to complain. The thought of standing in the (thankfully deserted) public street without his trousers was horrible, yet his cock had gone beyond throbbing and now started oozing precum. He slipped the trousers down and pulled them off over his socked feet to hand to DJ.
"Duuuude. You're ready to fucking blow!" Ash laughed as he saw the underwear straining, the wet patch thankfully not visible in the low light of the nearby ancient lamppost. "Take `em off!" Ash said excitedly.
"Fuck," Eric muttered as he reached down for the underwear and slid them down to his ankles. Taking one foot out, he used the other to petulantly kick them to DJ, who caught them and added them to the growing pile of stolen clothes. He clasped his hands over his erection and churning balls as he stood back up.
"Yeah, I don't think so. Hands at your sides!" Ash insisted, gesturing with the gun once again when Eric hesitated.
"Fuck it," Eric growled as he dropped his hands to the sides and watched his erection spring free, pointing at his assailants.
"Damn, and I though Asians were supposed to have tiny dicks!" Ash said admirably. As he got a scowl from the other two, he shrugged and said, "What, that one was a compliment!"
"Fucking clueless," DJ huffed.
Eric didn't add anything. He wasn't even sure he could talk as he stood half naked, erect and terrified of who might spot them. It was strange to be in the middle of a mugging and NOT want to get interrupted, but aside from the potential embarrassment of being seen, he couldn't deny the sheer thrill of the moment.
"Okay, gimme the rest!" DJ demanded.
Eric sighed and looked down. He was now wearing nothing but a t-shirt and socks. He reached down first to pull off the socks, the feeling of strangeness growing as he now felt the ground beneath completely bare feet. Taking a deep breath after tossing the socks towards DJ, he reached down and grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, leaving himself fully naked.
"Damn!" DJ exclaimed as he saw the naked man. "What?!" he scoffed as Ash raised an eyebrow. "I'm secure enough in my masculinity to be able to look at another dude and recognise he's hot. If you're not, that's YOUR problem!"
Eric smirked at the admonishment. Despite the situation, and the role DJ was playing in it, Eric was almost starting to like him.
"Whatever!" Ash said, rolling his eyes. "Either way, your hot mate over there is clearly loving every second of this!"
"I know right," DJ smirked. "Dude, no way that's just adrenaline! You gay or something?"
"No!" Eric insisted. He huffed as the two men openly laughed at him as he stood naked and exposed. The cold night air wrapped around him and probably should have made him shiver but his blood was pumping hard and he wasn't really feeling the cold yet.
"Wait, I gotta record this!" Ash said as he pulled his own phone out of his pocket with his free hand.
"Ah come on, don't do that!" Eric pleaded.
"Oh I'm gonna, and you're gonna show off for us!" Ash insisted. "You're naked and boned up. May as well knock one out!"
"What? Here?" Eric asked, looking round the empty street nervously.
"Ah, you're right, we can't do it here!" Ash agreed, surprising both of the other two. "You need an audience!" he added, getting a whimper from Eric and cackled from DJ. "Start walking, boner boy!"
"I guess that's a step up from chinky!" Eric grumbled. "Where are we going?"
"I dunno, wherever there are people!" Ash replied. "Anyone asks, you're showing off to get money for drugs. Mention the gun to ANYONE and I start shotting. Got it?"
Eric already had his doubts about the gun and they had not gone away. The latest threat seemed especially unbelievable. These two were definitely petty thugs, but didn't seem like hardened criminals. Even having a gun seemed unlikely, but actually going through with it... they didn't seem the type. And yet, could he risk non-compliance? More annoyingly, did he even want to? His cock was absolutely raging hard now. Even if the hold-up at gun point didn't REALLY involve a gun, it was still one of his frequent fantasies playing out and it was an opportunity too good to pass up... at least in theory! Eric's resolve to comply faded a little as they wandered down the street and heard voices.
Turning a corner, the voices grew louder, then silent, then... "OH MY GOD!" "WOOO YEAH!" "NAKED GUY!" It was a group Eric had seen earlier, who he had tried to question about Terry but had ignored his attempts completely. Seeing them now eagerly watching his approach, Eric smirked a little and wondered if he maybe should have tried his earlier search naked, if only to get attention.
The amusing thought quickly faded as he felt the cool breeze across his body and the hysterical laughs and comments grew louder. Eric had never felt so exposed, so humiliated, so vulnerable, and yet his cock continued to throb, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
"Who wants to see a show?" Ash called out.
"FUCK YEAH!" "FUCKING PERV!" "HOW HIGH IS HE!?" "I know a place he could get paid a lot for this!"
"You heard `em, Eric!" Ash growled from behind the naked man, slapping him playfully on his pert butt. "Give us a show and make it a good one!"
Ash and DJ moved round with the others, which was when Eric noticed DJ was no longer carrying his clothes. Looking round in hopes of spotting them, he was shaken to see they were nowhere in sight. He gave DJ a desperate look and just got an amused grin in return.
There were seven guys watching him now, his two assailants and the five men who had watched his naked approach. They ranged from very young (one looked to be in his very late teens of early twenties) to fairly old (though Eric knew the lifestyle around there could age them and the fifty year old man could easily have been a lot less). All of them were cheering and hollering, the sound echoing around the abandoned streets. Eric was unsure whether the noise would draw more people in or scare them away, but either way he just needed to get this over with.
Reaching down to take hold of his dick, Eric heard an immediate wave of cheers for first contact. He began to stroke, trying to block out the individual words, hearing nothing but a wall of sound as he stared down at his own dick and pumped away at it. He glanced forward to see Ash's hand still in his pocket with the alleged gun, which actually gave him another exciting jolt, but winced as he saw the other hand still holding a phone.
"Ah fuck!" Eric moaned as his hand eagerly stroked away at his rigid prick. He knew he was close, which hadn't taken long, though he hoped his audience would focus purely on the spectacle of his imminent orgasm rather than the speed with which he reached it. "Oh god!" he whimpered as the first shot erupted from his straining cock. He continued stroking as a powerfully intense orgasm ripped through him, spraying the street out in front of him with spunk.
Eric almost forgot the reality of the situation until he felt a few drops of spunk spatter onto his leg and foot, which immediately cooled and sent a chill through him as the cold air wrapped around his naked body.
The small crowd of men cheered loudly at the ejaculation as Eric stood before them, eventually dropping his hand to his side, his cock still chubbed up but no longer pointing out at them.
"Nice show!" Ash said as he approached once again. "This was fun. See ya around, Eric!" he said with a smile as he started casually walking away.
"B... but... my clothes!" Eric exclaimed as DJ followed.
"Yeah, we kinda stole them! That means we DON'T give `em back!" DJ sniggered. "See ya, super stud!"
Eric let out another whimper at the realisation he was just being left naked in the street. With the remaining crowd of five men starting to show increased attention, Eric took off at a sprint, hurrying off down the street with his wet dick flapping side to side and making a slapping noise for a moment before Eric clasped his hands over it. Ducking down a side street, he took cover behind a dumpster and caught his breath.
The office was only a fifteen-minute walk away, but once he reached the outskirts of Findham Park there would be a lot more people around. Thankfully, rooting around in the dumpster provided a rough offcut of a sheet of tarpaulin which he was able to wrap around his waist. There was no way of hiding the fact he was naked beneath it really, and his torso and legs remained on show, but at least he wouldn't be fully exposed.
Letting out a sigh, he took off for the embarrassing walk back to the office.
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If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links and for any comments or feedback, you can contact me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-effect/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden