Gay Erotica Fetish Confessional Quickies: Vol #1

By Ben Dover

5 Gay Erotica Fetish Confession Quick Stories - Vol #1

Stories Include:
Horny Guy Tails from Minnesota,
Tickle Slave,
The Master's Love,
T-Room Slave,
Black Salesman’s Water Sports

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

A Word of Warning: This book is about various fetishes, so the acts may be disturbing for some. The acts expressed are between consenting adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dream Janus
• Release date: Jun 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311448682

Ben Dover

Ben Dover is 26-years-old. He has enjoyed the kinkier side of life for several years. He just recently started writing Kink, Fetish and S/M stories. Stories that he has a unique knowledge.

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Gay Erotica Fetish Confessional Quickies

Vol #1

A Collection of

5 Short Erotica Stories

By

Ben Dover

Gay Erotica Fetish Confessional Quickies - Vol#1

Ben Dover

Copyright © 2016 by Ben Dover

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

A Word of Warning: This book is about various fetishes, so the acts may be disturbing for some. The acts expressed are between consenting adults.

Table of Contents

Horny Guy Tails from Minnesota

Tickle Slave

The Master's Love

T-Room Slave

Black Salesman’s Water Sports

About the Author

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Horny Guy Tails from Minnesota

When I stepped through the metal detector at the airport, I set off the alarm. The expressionless young woman in the guard's uniform had me empty my pockets of my car keys and a handful of change. The alarm rang as I stepped through a second time. Then I took off my watch and my ID bracelet. Again a ringing. Still very casual about the whole thing, she ran a hand-held metal detector over my body; up my sides, out along my arms, and then down along my legs. When it reached my crotch, it began making an embarrassing whooping noise.

Oh, shit! I thought, finally remembering.

She looked more alert this time and called a male guard over. He was a head taller than I am, and he had dark, serious eyes and a full black mustache, which turned down menacingly at the corners. From the open collar of his blue shirt were spilling tufts of wiry black hair.

It's just down there,