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by ccallenreese

“What are you boys doing in here?”
“Playing, sir,” said my boy.
“Are you actually getting clean and shaved?”
“…Yes, sir,” they echoed in chorus.
“Good. Make sure you remember to wash your chastity cages as well. I know this is a sleep over weekend but I can’t send Louis back to Master Bronson with dirt in his steel cage.”
“Yes sir,” Louis replied.
I nodded and turned to leave but again opened the door and stuck my head in.
“Oh and by the way, boy – nice bubble hat." 
Louis did his best to suppress the giggles. "Thank you sir.”

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Post is fictional; who are these boys?

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by ccallenreese

“Now you’ve gone and done it! You’ve upset him! I told you about his anxiety and past trauma, but you had to go freak him out with that torture device you call a sex toy. There there, it’s ok, boy.” I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to his knees so his crotch was at nose level. I guided them together, patting the back of his head reassuringly, “Close your eyes and take a deep breath…deeep breath. Just calm down now, there we go. Cling to my legs as hard as you want. I’m not gonna let him hurt you with that. Sshh…that’s a good boy, just breathe.”

It might have looked unusual to any other Masters passing by, but all that mattered in that moment was my slave. Medication did nothing for his attacks. What he needed was the scent of his Master to feel grounded, to remember I stood between him and the evils of the world. The source of his safety, of trust. I popped the buttons of my jeans and let him nuzzle the bare skin with his nose until he stopped trembling and his breathing was nice and normal.

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“Um … um Robert, your boy is… um, he’s…oh dear. Hey that’s my knee – … aaand he’s asleep. Robert! Do something.”
He gave a grin and shook his shaggy head. “Sorry about that. Bobby is up past his bed time. He likes to pretend he can stay up late with the adults but he always gets sleepy around this time. Looks like he’s taken a liking to you.”
“You’re not supposed to push your other kinks on other people, Robert,” I reminded him. 

He held up his hands in surrender. “I know, know, sorry, but it’s not like he needs to be changed or anything or is drooling on you. He’s just…sleeping. Adorably. I’ll give him a spanking tomorrow for not asking permission, but 30 more minutes? Please? Then I’ll take him home”
I gazed down at Bobby dozing peacefully on my lap. Well, he was kind of cute and he was making my leg warm. I sighed. “Fine, just… if he drools or wets himself, the game is over.”

I grunted and settled in. Fifteen minutes later, I realized I was making slow, soothing circles across Bobby’s back with my palm without even meaning to do so. I looked up at Robert to see if he’d noticed. He had.

“You can’t resist the cute. You can try, but you won’t be able to. And trust me, Bobby uses that to try and get away with everything.”

“I’m not going to get into this fetish of yours,” I insisted.
“I know, I know, not your thing. But nothing wrong with acknowledging he’s cute.”
I just grunted at him again. 

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