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“I told you—when you first came to MY door— that crossing the threshold was an acknowledgment that you were ready for your life to change forever. It was an admission— to yourself more than anyone else— that you are ready to surrender yourself up to the desires of another Man.
"And boi… I have LOTS of desires.”
“Am I old enough to fuck now, Daddy?”
I nearly dropped the basket of laundry I was holding. What was he doing in my bed? “Woaaah there, down boy. Where did you get a pair of shorts that small?”
“I bought them online. You said it was important for a boy to show off his assets. I’m ready Daddy, please, I want to screw like all your friends do with their boys. Mark told me his Daddy fucked him outside on a chaise lounge chair yesterday, outside.”
I rub my temples. He’s making this hard. “Boy, you’re still not ready yet, barely old enough, legally…”
“But I am! I’m ready! I want to know what it’s like, I’m sooo horny. When are you going to let me out of my chastity device? I’m ready! Measure me, Daddy you’ll see.”
I give him a look. When I weighed and measured his balls two days ago he wasn’t anywhere near full enough. I humor him though, because he’s frustrated and bored and is damn near irresistible. I get out the little scale and weigh his balls, then record it in my little notebook. With the measuring tape I get a number for how wide around they are. To my surprise… “How the hell have you made such a huge jump?”
He smirks at me, humping my pillow although it’s more to tease me than anything since his cock is all locked up. “I discovered one of my toys had an ‘on’ button.”
“How… you just noticed that?”
He looked a bit sheepish. “Just never really paid attention… but I’ve been playing with it a lot and now I’m all backed up.”
I put my notebook back in the drawer and give him a stare. I place my large hand on his ass cheek and slide my fingers down to between his legs. I cup him, and I can feel the heat even through the thin fabric. I suppress a groan. “You’re very close boy…I think in 48 hours you’ll be ready."
"4..48 hours?” he cries. “No no now, Daddy now!”
I squeeze his balls in a vice like grip, “Do you want to get punished and have to have that device on another month?”
He gasps and mewls, wiggling in my grip, “N-n-no! No! I’ll be good and wait, but the pressure Daddy it’s so tight in there…”
I release him and sigh a deep, long breath. “You’ve waited this long, 48 more hours will only make it that much more sweeter.”
He pouts at me, knowing he won’t win this. He groans and curls up around the pillow as I put away the laundry. “I wanna be fucked on a chaise lounge,” he grumps.
I chuckle. “You’re so ornery. You’ll get that, one day. Trust me, doesn’t Daddy know what’s best?”
He gives me the cutest look, trying to be mad but failing, “Yes… yes you do.”
“Would you like to pet me for a little bit while I watch the news?”
His face lights up and he practically shoves the remote into my hand.
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Text is fictional…story is set in Luxembourg where the age of consent is 16. I’m 99% sure this model is named Ugo and comes from a website called Teens-Boys-World.com. I’m sure I’m on an FBI watch list now for Googling that, although the website says “All boys in this site is over 18 y.o.”.
Aaron knows there are plenty of ways to worship the cock of a man who is of higher standing than he is… his hands, his mouth, his ass, for example, and he is talented in all three. Sometimes though it’s just delightful to take a pause and give it a long look, maybe gently stroking it as it grows harder and harder. Aaron often wonders how such a couple inches of flesh brainwashes him into being such a mindless slut, how it drives him crazy, makes him an addict for the rush of being powerless to another man. Each and every cock is unique, its taste and temperature and scent. No batteries, no screens, no engine, nothing complicated…just nature and evolution, and it is a gift to cherish every single day.
“…What is he doing down there? He’s got this glazed look on his face.”
“Aw, let me him be. I think he’s cute when he gets like this. He’s off in this zone.”
“…Wait, wait I know that look on your face…do you love him?”
“Yeah, yeah, I do. And he knows it.”
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Text is fictional.
3 years 2 months and passion still grows
3 años 2 meses y la pasion crece
This picture is from 2012, but gosh I just love these two. If a picture says a million words, then in this case, at least half of them are dirty words you can’t say around children…
Edit: These boys have names! Ariel and Pablo.
Big session celebrating my 15 days in chastity!
Reblog if you like them!
Blue is definitely your color and you have a great ass. Nice to a man all locked and heavy between the legs.
Sev and Igor come from a rural village where they have a strange tradition. Upon reaching 20, two men of comparable size will couple to strengthen the bond between families and to erase any simmering grudges from their youth. They determine which one bottoms by grabbing onto eachother’s cocks; first one to smile or laugh loses. Since they were away from home at college when they both turned 20, they only had eachother to complete the tradition. I was a bit worried how our frat would feel about this homo-erotic practice, but they were all in favor of cultural sensitivity. They got into the spirit of things by placing bets. Igor lost. I bet for Sev and made out like a bandit.
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Text is fictional; source is Randy Blue.
It’s not like he ever even asked me to suck his dick. Well, not with words, at least. We were just out at the skatepark one day and he didn’t follow me down the ramp, so I climbed back up and he was just sitting there with his cock out.
He wasn’t doing anything with it, not stroking it or anything. He was just staring at it as it lay there, and he just looked kind of, I don’t know, sad. Like a little kid looking down at the scoop of ice cream melting on the sidewalk that had been on top of his cone just a second ago. It was like he was just so sad, you know, like there was this great regret in his life ‘cause he thought his dick was supposed to be in somebody’s mouth, but it wasn’t.
If you saw him looking that sad, you would’ve done the same thing.
When you’re young, you don’t understand, but you can tell the difference between what’s right and what’s wrong….
My boy loves to wear leather, it makes him feel damn kinky and he knows he looks amazing in it. Problem is, people associate men in leather with men of authority. Also because he’s bald, and has that sexy German accent, it gives off a particular kind of impression in the BDSM scene. I’m shorter than he is, and with my long hair, people don’t immediately get we’re in a relationship or that I own his pert little ass.
I took him to our annual Leather BBQ in the Park event wrapped up like a birthday present, and when I wasn’t there to supervise he kept finding himself with all sorts of unwanted company. He knew how to handle it though without saying a word. All he had to do was tug down his pants and show off his locked cock, and they knew immediately he was off limits and taken. That cage was pretty expensive for a piece of plastic, but the protection it provides is worth every penny. On the flip side though, a chaste boy attracts a whole bunch of Masters and Doms wanting to examine him and consider one for their own boys. That’s my cue to go over there and answer questions. Lots of gloved hands caressed his balls that day, making him more horny than ever and encouraging him to stick close to my side in hopes of relief. I’m not sure he’d consider it relief to be milked in front of the entire group, but he got it none the less. He really is entirely too gorgeous for his own good, I just had to share.
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Text is fictional.
Roger had been trying to get his pup to stay still for the last fifteen minutes so the photographer could get an artistic shot of him completely nude. It wasn’t working. Everything was so interesting for Todd, so distracting, so many things to smell, lick, hump. Without the pup’s collar on though, there was no way to control or corral 180 pounds of over-stimulated muscled puppy. The photographer was exasperated, so Roger decided to try one last tactic – bribery.
Roger called his boy on the stool – “Come on Todd, up!” and he clambered up, careful not to sit on anything that would hurt. He had quite a boner going, more out of excitement than arousal. The photographer had his finger on the trigger, waiting for Roger to get Todd in place. The pup was losing his grip and about to slide off when off to the side, Roger whistled to get his attention and shook a package of rabbit shaped Peeps. The pup looked sharply to his left at his favorite candy, and in that moment of distraction, the photographer got his shot. The pup immediately hopped off the stool and hurried over to his Master’s legs, begging for one and whimpering.
Roger pulled out a pink Peep and gave it to Todd, petting him on the head as he chewed it eagerly. “Good boy.”
The photographer whooped, “Roger, come see this photo, it’s fantastic!”
He jogged over to get a look. He was right, it was flawless. Exactly what he wanted. Roger ordered a large print of it and hung it in his office so everyone could see his pride and joy.
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Text is fictional. Gormax Photography responsible for shot; model’s name is Tom.