Never, ever a good idea to tell your Master your butt feels cold. He’ll warm that ass up the way He prefers it.
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Garrison had heard rumors about this car mechanic place down the road, about the sort of things they did to their staff. The local tech school often sent boys there to learn some hands on skills – but only their most troublesome boys. Garrison balked when he found out he was one of them and he’d be sent there, but with his grades and prospects no one else would take him. He figured it couldn’t be that bad…
When he went to sign the liability papers, he didn’t really read them, or heed their warnings about punishments when staff misbehave. He thought it was a bluff, and it was too wordy anyway. Two weeks later, when Garrison accidentally drained a customer’s engine oil all over the floor, he was called into the boss’s office. He protested severely when he discovered his punishment was a spanking – a spanking! at his age! but his boss brought out the paperwork and Gary knew he was screwed.
He was given the choice of receiving 50 with his pants on with a big, evil looking paddle or 25 with his pants off barehanded… the choice was obvious, but it was still humiliating to strip in front of his boss, who was easily twice his age and leered at his penis when his underwear came off. He put Garrison over his lap – and that’s when Garrison saw his supervisor open the door to the office so the entire car repair floor could see his bare ass and balls getting spanked. He protested and squirmed, but his boss was surprisingly strong and Gary couldn’t escape. His cries turned to light sobs and protests as his bottom began to glow.
What was more horrifying was that his cock was hardening from rubbing on his boss’s slacks. By the time it was over, he’d leaked pre-cum all over him.
“Alright, we’re done now. Good boy. You were a bit noisy but you took it very well. I’m proud of you. Are you going to make that mistake again?”
“N-n-no,” Gary hiccuped, his face all red.
“Good boy, you’re a fast learner too.”
He was allowed to stand up and get dressed. When the other boys who had been there a while gave him looks of sympathy when he went back out onto the floor, Garrison realized it was likely not going to be his first spanking… but there was nothing he could do, not if he wanted to have a career in this town.
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Post is fictional.
Spin cycle!
“Boy where are you?” I hollered.
He stuck his head out of the bedroom, “Here! In here! Sshh come quick.”
“What’s wrong?”
He removed the piece of toilet paper from the tip of his cock cage. “I’m dripping! It won’t stop! I can’t go out there like this, you gotta milk me!”
“Oohhh you are dripping,” I cooed, examining his wet member pressing up against its plastic confines.
“I’m so horny,” he whines.
“I’m very pleased, I wasn’t expecting these kinds of results so quickly. I can’t wait to show everyone your big milestone.”
“But…but!”
“Alright, let’s get that big drip…there we go. Now just wash your hands and join me outside.”
“But..!”
“Don’t be ashamed to be locked boy. Horny bottoms shouldn’t ever have access to their cocks, it’s ruinous and too distracting for them during sex, you know that. You know how great it’s been lately in bed, don’t forget that now.”
He turns bright red then huffs and washes his hands. “Still…I’m naked in front of all of them…”
“Oh you’re going to have to get used to that. This dinner party thing is going to be a once a week occurrence, and you’re going to show everyone that fantastic service of yours from your waiter days.”
“But…!”
I give him a playful smack on the ass. “Now get out there. Get.” I guide him by his shoulders to the living room.
“Hey everyone, I have an announcement to make. Arty’s made it to his first milestone already, three days ahead of schedule – look at him dripping!” I hold his wrists and arms above his head so he’s exposed.
My half dozen guests ooo and aaahh and some clap their hands. My boy is blushing so hard I can feel it in his forearms. “Si..sir–” he begins.
“Oh Arty,” Rebecca says, “Look how beautiful he is. What a lucky boy to be in chastity under you. You do the most amazing work, sometimes I’m almost mad that I don’t have a cock.
I grin. "Does my reputation proceed me?”
Matt wanders out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, “Oh it does. I’ve tried that chastity thing before, but my balls are too big for it. Even in the biggest cage everything goes numb.”
Rebecca laughs, “The mental image of you stuffing yourself into that is hilarious.”
“Oh look, there’s a big drip now,” Jesse announces and they all watch as my boy’s precum seeps out. I hear him whimper in humilation and arousal and it’s making me very horny. I must push it aside though, dinner is almost ready.
“See boy? It’s ok, you’re in a supportive environment here, nothing to be ashamed of. Now, let’s get a condom on the tip of your cock so you can serve dinner without slipping in it.
"Yes sir,” he responds, his voice subdued now that he’s submitted to the reality that I’m not going to let him hide in the bathroom.
The dinner party is a success. Afterwards I let Jesse fuck him then take my turn, a reward for my boy for a job well done. Conditioning is a slow process, you have to rewrite what is correct and incorrect and introduce new carrots on sticks for him to chase. It’s not always fun or comfortable, but the results are always worth it – happy, chaste, beautiful horny boys.
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Post is fictional. Source is from here, I think.
Sleeping puppy
Aawww, tired pup! When you spend all morning playin, it’s natural to get tuckered out after lunch. How adorable.
Rise and shine! Time for some morning worship, boy!
It’s important to keep your slaves clean. If they’re in chastity, it’s a good idea to remove the cage once in a while and completely scrub them from head to toe. Shaving is optional. This is also a good time to inspect your property for any acne, ingrown hairs, odd looking moles, or ingrown nails.
For a fun evening, invite a friend and his slave over as well for a group shower. Things will get steamy fast!
“Why else would I bring you on this trip? So you could birdwatch and drink tea? No one out here to suck my cock for miles and it ain’t gonna suck itself. You know what to do boy, now get over here and kneel.”
Sweet and naughty. Just the way a boy should be.
“Oh him? He came out of the birthday cake. We’re auctioning off who gets to lick him clean. Proceeds go to charity.”
David Bushman, North Carolina Dance Theatre.
A Southern Boy with European class.
This is the last late night dance reblog tonight.