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Ahahaha that’s you? Well look at that. I somehow completely missed this. You do make an adorable puppy though, that’s for damn sure. Your boyfriend is a lucky bastard.
I added your name in the source credits. Thanks!
(Also I’m slightly embarrassed, it’s easier to write about someone’s balls when you’re pretty sure they’re never going to read it.)
I stop dead in my tracks when I walk into the bedroom; he’s obviously on the edge of heat. I watch him writhe in silence on the bed while I undo my tie. “Hmmm….you…want me to do laundry?”
“No!”
“Give you a spanking?”
“Noooo!”
“You …like the new sheets I bought?”
“ARG! Get over here and fuck me!”
“mm no I’m not sure that’s what you really want.”
“Why are you torturing me?” he whimpers.
I begin to unbutton my shirt. “Because…I think you want more than a fuck. I think you want to be tied to the bed, edged, have your balls smacked, and then slowly slowly fucked until you go crazy. But I just can’t tell.”
He keens out into the pillow. “Fuuuck yeah I want that.”
“Mm still not sure.”
He gives me this murderous look, then stomps to the closet. He returns with the rope, a paddle, lube, a feather, and vibrating dildo and dumps them all on the bed with a huff.
I grin. “Oh noooow I understand. See, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”
He throws a pillow at me. “Get those pants off or I’m taking them off.”
“Tsk tsk…bossy bottom. Do we need to get you a gag too?” I ask.
“Oh you are so infuriating!”
“Yes, but you love me. Now, be a good boy, and finish undressing me.”
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Text is fictional. The gif I think came from peterfever.com.
Le corpse de ballet.
Dancer Jérémy Tran #3 – by the Seine, Paris – by Gonzalo Bénard
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(Text is a pun on the term ‘corps de ballet’.)
Even after spending ten hours in the dance studio to prepare for the upcoming rendition of Cinderella, Joaquim still is eager to run to his favorite gay dance club and shake his ass on the stage. A life of ballet does not allow you to show off your hot bod by shaking your ass in your underwear while barefoot.. It also works like a light to moths though, horny men just drift right over without even knowing why. In the morning, Joaquim rarely leaves his apartment for the rehearsal studio alone. It’s good-bye at the subway station, thanks for the phone number, and see you tonight..
(Text is fictional; info on photo is hard to find. Just doing a quick spurt of late night ballet reblogs…going to bed soon.)
A great leap into blackness.
(Dancer unknown, photo by Gene Schiavone).
It’s my birthday today (the 10th)~ As a gift to myself, I’m going to the dentist to get my cavities fixed. …Yay, being an adult?
My nerves were on edge. Walking around an empty subway station at 3 am in a jockstrap and flip flops will do that to you. I turned a bend on the tracks and saw three men standing there, and knew they were the ones just by the way they were dressed, their posture. For weeks, a friend of mine had been acting as a mediator between these men and I. I didn’t want to meet them or see their faces before they took me and used me for the weekend. Of course, kidnapping fantasies are never so clear cut…there’s a lot of talk about limits, contracts, legal mumbo jumbo. So I had a lawyer friend handle it to keep me removed from the process as much as possible.
Finally, I got my orders to show up late late Friday night. Exposed. Alone. You wouldn’t believe the boner I had. They stopped chatting amongst themselves upon spotting me. Grins spread on their faces
“Well well well…he came. Well, he won’t be coming this whole weekend, but at least he was punctual once.”
Another snickered. “Now what a nice piece of meat this is. Still, it’s funny to see a faggot wearing clothing. Can’t wait to get you home boy and into your more…natural setting.”
The third spoke up. “Oh Hammond was right, this was going to be a most interesting weekend.”
I couldn’t run even if I wanted to. The urge to drop to my knees and suck all their cocks over-powered me. I was very lucky because they let me. With a belly full of cum, they stripped me of my underwear before they tied me up like a hog and threw me in the back of their van. It was the start of most intense, degrading 48 hours of my life and I enjoyed every second of it.
Wonder what my husband and kids would think, knowing the things their corporate father used to do to satisfy his lust…
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Text is fictional.
…What?
As Mister Anonymous asked for; here are some more pics of the thong one of my followers got me, including bulges with and without chastity. Thanks for the request!
That second pic with it sticking out is adorable. Someone draw a smiley face on that. Love the way the black thong clings to your cage too.
