The first boyfriend is always the sweetest, as is the first moment he positions you above him and lets you take care of him the way you’ve always wanted.
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A couple days ago there was a guy on my dashboard, ass to the camera, looking over his shoulder. Naked, army helmet on, holding a lit flame thrower, and looking slightly crazed.
Firefox on private browsing crashed, would like to have it again please…
(Also, again, I apologize for lack of posts, our store manager has over-stretched himself and has slowly lost control of our store. I’m working three times the normal hours we’re so short handed. I am doing my best to do resolve this because I’m on the verge of snapping. I just wanna stay home and write captions to jiggly asses ;_;)
The boy knew his role was to serve his man and be available for him whenever and where-ever he wanted it. He knows better than to inconvenience his Sir by saying ‘no’, and he would be a fool to spurn a man who has selected his ass to claim as there are so few masters as so many horny bottoms. No matter how humiliating, he must show respect and hold his cheeks apart to provide easy access. His Sir also loves watch his throbbing cock slide in and out of his boy’s body. It pleases him tremendously to see it and to have a boy so consistently obedient.
Those hands were supposed to stay that way until his Sir came and he was never allowed to touch himself without permission… Sir said it was conditioning for when the chastity device arrived. At first the boy was anxious of what that meant and resented the idea, but he began to look forward to having something between his sensitive, frustrated cock and the teasing, tickling fibers of the rug.
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Text is fictional.
I watched your flogging/spanking video. May I ask why your Master was so harsh with you? It seemed like a punishment of sorts.
Well i have to retake a class because the grade i got was barely too low to count towards my major.
Oh bad boy. Luckily you, to have a Master that is so invested in your future and realigning poor behavior.
Doms. Masc tops. Boys. They’re so precious.
We love them because they’re big and imposing, if not physically, then in terms of their sheer confidence and power. An entire being made up of sheer dominance.
We forget sometimes, though, that every strong, assertive Masc top was once a little boy, and that little boy still lives deep down inside them. I’d go as far as to say they’re part little boy, part puppy: there’s no denying how excitable and impressionable both those beings can be.
So is it really a surprise that nowadays he, your fully-grown Masc Man, literally starts panting when you strip down to his favorite sexy underwear? That his eyes glaze over and a devilish smirk appears in his face each night when he realizes you’re like a new toy he gets to play with? Or that, when you give it to him, he laps at your boipussy like he were an actual puppy and you’d coated it with peanut butter?
*sigh* Even if they forget our favorite flowers, or what toppings to put on our half of the pizza or our dads’ birthdays. Even if they’re bad boys, they always deserve it, just by virtue of how f*cking adorable they are.
Oh, those Tops. What are we going to do about them?
You make those Tops wash your favorite sexy underwear by hand. He wants you wear them because it makes him hungry, but they’re delicate and the industrial washers at the laundromats destroy them. Those hands could be used for chopping wood, grilling steaks, or building furniture, but instead make him use them to scrub lacy and skimpy underthings in the sink. He’s responsible for the dried pre-cum in them anyway. He’ll protest at first, but the pride on his face as he shows you them drying on the line will be adorable.
“So…Mike tells me you clean dormrooms if the men are naked?”
“Yes sir.”
“Polite, too. I like that. I also like that you’re not ashamed in being honest with what you want. Well, my roommate and I have made a mess of this place. Just kind of got out of control after finals.”
He glances over my shoulder into my room. Where most people would cringe at the amount of work needed, his eyes sparkle, knowing the potential for big rewards. “I can get it done today. You have a lovely cock Sir, I’d be happy to work for it.”
I can’t help but reach down and give my cock a couple tugs. He watches me intently. “You have your eyes on the prize hm. Get to work, I’ll be watching …and jacking off. I’ll let you swallow if you’re making fast progress.”
“Yes sir!”
He was good. Matter of fact, he finished so quickly I was hesitant to let him leave so soon. So, I fucked him over my freshly made bed then coaxed him into sticking around to wash my sheets. A bottle of beer and promise of a sandwich worked. After he left, I called Mike. “Can I schedule him once a week please?”
Mike snickered, “He’s addicting isn’t he?”
“Oh his ass is so cute! Got me soooo horny watching him bend over to pick things up.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Yes, made him wash the sheets too.”
“Glad to hear that. A lot of people are shy to ask to fuck him, but to him it’s just like a bonus for a job well done.”
“That kid is gonna go far in life.”
“Mmhmm.”
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Text is fictional. I found the source with clothes on, so maybe this pic is photoshopped?
Geraldo has gotten an alpha male’s attention by strutting around in tight fitting white underwear and teasing himself in it to half mast. He’s about to discover though, that there is a different between advertising to and taunting an alpha male. “I was a good boy this weekend and didn’t masturbate, but my balls are so full! I need someone to milk me between my legs,” said in a low, husky voice, is a good way to end up naked in five minutes. “Sure you’re fucked a lot of boys, but once you’ve had mine, you’ll spend the rest of your life comparing everyone else to me,” is acceptable, if not a little dangerous. “I bet you’re all talk and no action, just because you know how to stick your cock in a boy doesn’t mean you’re any good at it, so prove it,” is a terrible idea. “I’m sure that’s just a sock in there, you gonna pleasure me with a sock?” is red flag territory.
Geraldo is about to learn that lesson now, as he’s about to receive the hardest fuck of his life, and feel that alpha cock probe parts of his pussy he didn’t even know could be reached. One arm will be around his neck, holding him in place as he takes the biggest dick of his life. He’ll love it, but once he realizes the full power an alpha has over his little twink body he’ll not only respect them more, but gain a healthy little bit of fear as well. Geraldo will think twice about poking them with a stick in the future.
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Text is fictional.
This must be the God of Virginity Lost and his basket of popped cherries of sweet young men who surrendered theirs in exchange for the most intimate, carnal pleasures. All ripe and red and beautiful, the God examines and cherishes his newest additions.
Source:
COLECCIÓN VERANO: El Ladrón de Cerezas (SUMMER COLLECTION: The thief of cherries )
Photographer: Carmelo Blazquez
Model: Chache
“Hand over my belt, son.”
“I don’t want a spanking, daddy, I’m too old!” he pouts.
“But you stayed out past curfew and came back reeking of alcohol and pot – on a school night. I don’t mind if you smoke pot as long as you’re safe, but you’re too young to be indulging in shitty beer and breaking curfew is out of the question.”
“None of my friends have curfew! Ryan gets to stay out as late as the wants!”
Oh, teenagers. I put my hands on his hips, “When you’ll get older, you’ll see what kind of bad influences your friends are. Ryan’s dad can’t hold a job and is scared of his own son, Seth’s parents live off welfare fraud, Mark’s mother is in and out of jail for heroin and I know Mark’s been busted for shoplifting… these kids, they’re gonna get into gangs, drugs, addiction, jail. Hell, they may get out, but I won’t allow you to get dragged down with them.
You’re hard working and a great student; I know you have dreams of going to NYU. I know at your age, me forbidding you to see your friends would result in you sneaking out anyway, so I am making concessions. I just want what’s best for you, since it’s us two since your mother went to heaven.”
“I miss her,” He sighs, then after a moment, hands me back my belt.
“I do too, but she’d be proud to know what a good son you are,” I say. “I’ll go a little easy on you tonight. You’ll get five straps for the alcohol, five for breaking curfew.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes son?”
“…Last time this happened, something funny happened. My cock began to leak. It’s never done that before.”
“Oh is that so?” I smile, feigning ignorance. “Well you’re at that age when your body is beginning to wake up. We’ll talk about that more in the morning, but for now, fetch me a towel to put over my lap please.”
“Yes, daddy.”
As I watch him shuffle to the bathroom, I know in my heart I’m doing the right thing. He’s going to be a fine young man.
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Text is fictional.
He was told not to move. His heart was racing. He didn’t know what was in store for him. He did it without question. He didn’t care. All he knew… he loved every fucking moment of it.
Hooooot.