The first one is by DomJoe called "The Sire" and is a continuation of a Master's training of his slave.
This can be found in Dom's Dungeon of Deviant Delights.
The other two are by Pablo Michaels, called "Last Call" and "Learning How To Love Again".
Both stories are about finding love, be it fleeting or first time and can be found in Man To Man.
Don't forget you can also view Pablo Michaels work along with a collection of other authors at http://mistressjournals.co.cc
Last Call by Pablo Michaels
David, who was sitting next to him, put his arm around his waist. "I think we are going to have a memorable night." Without a kiss he removed Barry's jacket and shirt. He gazed at the sprouts of dark brown hair on his youthful chest.
Then, David undressed so fast, tossing his clothes to the floor, that Barry felt a surge within his groin, underneath his jeans. His body was slim, hairless, and slightly tanned from head to foot.
David pulled his trousers off and threw them to the floor. He spread him on his back on the bed with the blankets and sheets buckled underneath. He scoured his entire physique while Barry admired the slim frame of a man who could pass as a model.
Both their visions centered on each others full erections.
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Learning How To Love Again by Pablo Michaels
It seemed like everyone was having a good time. Many of the single men and some with partners gravitated towards Glenn.
Billie finally grabbed a plate of food and attempted to sit near Glenn.
Within a chair's distance, he glanced at the new man in town. Glenn wore Bermuda shorts with an opened plaid shirt of blue. He stood about six feet and had a bronze tan that complimented his milky skin. He sported a bushy mustache that accented his dark brown hair. His almond shaped, brown eyes appeared to slant with a slight hint of sorrow. His calves were covered in rich black hair.
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The Sire by DomJoe
The alarm rudely jolted her from the warm dreamland that she had found just an hour earlier. The light was on, and she glimpsed at the clock on the nightstand...12:01 a.m. He was standing beside their bed, gazing at her nude and stretched-out form. Her hands trembled as her sleep-laden eyes focused on the small gold object he held in his outstretched palm, it was a tiny tag, identical to the one that dangled from the permanent piercing just below her clit. That one was exquisitely engraved to read "Master" and carried the date he had collared her. This one read, "Sire" and it had today's date.
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