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by ccallenreese

“Take off your pants Nathan and sit in the chair. I’ve been telling Mr. Lansky about the benefits of locking up husbands and he wants to see it himself.”
“B-but…” I stammer. Mr. Lansky is Sir’s boss! I’ve been so goddamn horny all day; I spent an hour just playing with a dildo… if anyone touches my locked cock, I’m gonna start dripping everywhere. I’ve been in that office a million times dropping off lunch. Sir knows how I am when I’m super horny…oh god, I can’t show my face in that office again if Mr. Lansky sees me in that state. Sir looks displeased. My blood runs cold when I realize that if I infuriate him, he might just give me a spanking in front of Mr. Landry. That’d be even worse since spankings often trigger ruined orgasms.

I work my jaw a few times but can’t come up with a good response. I surrender and strip off my loose pants. I’m not allowed underwear. My cheeks feel hot as this is frankly humiliating. I sit but with my hands covering my cage, my gaze on the floor.
“Shy isn’t he?” Mr. Lansky chuckles.
“Nathan.” His tone makes me flinch, “Hands up. You’re embarrassing me in front of Mr. Lansky.”
I have a feeling I’m going to get a spanking later anyway. With a sigh of resignation I lift my hands up and hold onto the back of the chair. Sir pushes my legs apart so Mr. Lansky can get a full view of my locked cock.
“Wow…” he breathes. I try not to squirm under his gaze, “What a marvelous job you did here, Mr. Anderson. A good shave job, and he fits so perfectly in that cage.”
“Go ahead, touch it.”
I whimper.
“Shush Nathan. Don’t make me get your gag.”
Mr. Lansky reaches out to cup my very full balls and I can’t help but moan involuntarily. I’ve been locked up for 70 days by this point and every touch makes my cock swell in its plastic prison. I’m horrified by how much I hope Mr. Lansky will fuck me although I don’t find him physically attractive at all. 
“His balls are such a lovely shape…taut and inflated like a little balloon. When was the last time he came?” Mr. Lasky’s rough fingerpads roam over my sensitive flesh.

Sir laughs, “Oh he’s not allowed to cum. That’s the joy of it! The cage prevents erections and orgasms, so my husband is constantly aroused. When Nathan and I began dating, our sex schedules never lined up which was frustrating for both of us. Nathan naturally submits to me though, so it was best to just lock his cock up and stop giving him access to it. Whe went from having sex once or twice a month, to now he’s so desperate for a fucking that he begs me for it.”

Mr. Lansky is still caressing me. My eyes flutter and I roll my hips into his hands. He sneers at me in my unraveling state, “Very horny. Doesn’t the spunk get built up though?”
Sir rubs his thumb over my lower lip, “He drips mostly, which is really lovely. Once in a while I’ll milk him with e-stim because his muscles will release his seed without giving him an orgasm. By the time he’s cum, he’s so incredibly horny that he tries to climb into my lap to ride my cock. He never used to like anal so much but he’s accepted it’s how he gets any pleasure.”
I realize my cock started to drip long threads of pre-cum during Sir’s explanation. I look at Sir who is smirking at me. “See? He’s my little slut now. Any touch at all just makes him leak.”
“That’s all it takes?” Mr. Lansky asks, still stroking. My cock is trying so hard to swell up that my foreskin has pushed out of the tip out of the slit and he’s been tickling it with his fingers. Oh god, it feels fantastic, pushing me right to the brink–!
My head is buzzing, only focused on one thing although some part of me is ready to cry with shame. “Please don’t stop …” I hear myself say, “I need to cum oh god I need to cum…” I whimper, bucking my hips forward.

Sir takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to Mr. Lansky to clean me up. “No, boy. I’ll fuck you later tonight.”
“Please …please now…” I pant.
Mr. Lansky speaks up, “I’d like to see that.”

Sir thinks about it. “Later. After dinner. Here, Mr. Lansky, I’ll show you the set-up we use when we eat out.” Sir’s boss finishes wiping me up then stands up and joins Sir over at the kitchen table. I can hear them talking as if I’m not right there. “See, I insert this plug up his ass and put it on a low setting…and he’s going to drip a lot though, so it’s best to put a pad into this pair of underwear to absorb it all. Oh and this…”
“What is that?”
“This goes around his balls, and it’s rather devious. It provides the tiniest of shocks to make it feel like someone is squeezing his nuts.”
“Does that hurt him?” Sir’s boss inquiries.
Since their backs are turned, I can’t help but turn my attention to my frustrated cock. I rub the base of it with my fingers and pull on the plastic sleeve to get just the smallest amount of friction.
“No, it feels really good. By dessert his panties should be soaked. When we get home, I’ll show you how eager he is in bed. By the time you get home tonight, you’re going to want to lock up your boytoy too.”
Mr. Lansky sighs, “Oh I already do. This is marvelous. …Hey what is Nathan doing over there?”
“What?” Sir Anderson turns his attention to me, “NATHAN! No. Stop touching it. Come here, let’s get you settled so we can put your pants on.”

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(ed note – any idea who the boy is in this photo?)

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by ccallenreese

Magnus was a tough motherfucker. He drank Everclear straight, with a little maraschino cherry. He preferred the rest of his liquor on fire. Over half his wardrobe was made from hides of animals or raw denim. He favorite band was Die Toten Hosen and he listened to Rob Zombie to calm down. He was also hairy as a bear, built like a brick shithouse, and prickly as a cactus due to casual shaving habits. For a profession, he worked as a welder. Of course, at the time I didn’t know any of this. I just knew him as the resident loner at the bar.

His hyper-masculine presence repelled even the bikers as they all thought Magnus was trying to over-compensate for insecurities in his sexuality. No one wants to offer their asses to someone with baggage included. The giggly fags and twinks avoided Magnus because of the asshole-destroying bulge in his pants.

When I got up my courage to sit next to him, I was surprised to find him making an origami frog out of receipt paper. He didn’t acknowledge my presence until he finished it and made it ‘hop’ toward me. I couldn’t help but laugh at how clever it was! I compelled it in circles with much amusement.

It was on. I ordered one shot for myself of the rubbing alcohol Magnus was drinking and held up a finger to him to suggest he wait a moment for the explanation. I paid and folded the receipt in a very simple cup. I proudly poured the shot into the paper creation and served it to him. He clapped his hands together with this ear to ear grin, even pausing to take a photo with his phone before throwing the drink back.

I bought a beer and asked my new friend for the pretzels on his far left side. He paused in thought, then asked the bartender for a piece of printer paper. She had to run to the office to get it but she got a tip out of it. Magnus turned his back to me so I couldn’t see what he was doing. After a couple minutes, he swiveled the chair around and presented my pretzels in their own little paper box container. I was completely smitten with him. He was harmless as a teddy bear!

There was no way I could compete with his advanced origami skills though so I pulled out my trump card, which was something I learned from an old lady on an airplane to Florida: the ol’ napkin rose. I even got one of the lesbians sitting next to us to spray it with her travel sized perfume. I presented it to Magnus in an over-exaggerated gesture and he played along, pretending to be overly flattered to receive it while tucking it into the pocket of his leather jacket. Out of another pocket came a pen and he wrote something on the back of the frog and made it hop over to me again. It was his phone number.

I called him the next day. Our first date was at the roller-derby. The second was a football game viewing party at his sister’s house. The third we went to an amusement park; I got a kiss that night. The fourth I suggested we pick up lunch from a BBQ joint and take it to our local botanical garden as they were having a special touring exhibit with live frogs. That was a hit too. By the evening, neither of us wanted to leave so I invited him back to my place. After one glass of wine, the simmering intimacy hit a flash point.

Clothes went flying. Shoes landed yards away. The corked bottle tumbled to the rug under the coffee table and rolled under the TV stand. I barely had time to find a condom and lube before Magnus was on me and smothering me with his full lips. I couldn’t help but reach between his legs to stroke that monster of a cock. Mine was pretty boring at four inches. I had no idea if I could take such the girthy, veiny thing but hell I was going to try for his sake.
We stumbled our way over to the sofa. There, I knelt backwards on the cushion and tugged on his arm suggesting that he fall on top of me. Magnus hesitated for a moment then pinned me to the cushions with his weight. He was wearing a musky, vanilla cologne that drove me into a frenzy. We rocked our slick members against eachother, French kissing furiously, until both of us were horny enough to ride this climax to the top. I handed him the condom left on the arm of the sofa. He accepted it warily, turning it between his fingers, contemplating it. That wasn’t normal. I furrowed my brow. What was wrong? Did I misinterpret the signs?

“Do you not want to do penetration?” I asked, my voice neutral but breathless.
“I do! I do..you’re incredibly hot but…I just…”
I noticed his massive erection was wilting, “Communicate with me Magnus,” I pleaded.
The bear of a man darted his eyes to the floor and then handed me the condom back. The frustration was maddening, working out his non-verbal cues through a fog of arousal. I set it down on the coffee table, watching to see what he’d do.
“No no …shit I’m …” he stammered, cheeks red. He picked up the condom and lube and handed them to me, his eyes pleading with me to understand what he was too shy to say.
I looked at the supplies in my hands, then back up at him. It dawned on me in a flash. He wanted to bottom. Foolish me, I had just assumed that because of his bulky body mass and machismo that he was a top! Guilt flooded in my chest when I saw the hopelessness in his eyes. Poor baby, he expected me to say no. How many times had he been rejected by men caught off guard, more interested in sleeping with a stereotype instead of the man?

Hell, this was awesome! No one ever wanted me to top cause of my cock size. I ripped open the condom in one motion and Magnus’s eyes went wide at my reaction. “Get on your back,” I demanded, shoving him backwards onto the sofa cushions. The power gave me an incredible sexual surge. I aggressively smacked and squeezed his balls, “Get that big, gorgeous erection back up for me, I want to us to cum together.” It hardened immediately under a few good strokes. The expression on his face was one I will always remember – gratitude, mixed with anticipation and bliss.

Since Magnus rarely got what he needed, his ass was virgin tight. It took me close to twenty minutes to stretch him enough to get my sticky head in his hole. God, is that I looked like under my partners? Helpless, horny, a mewling mess of sweat and skin and pre-cum? There was so much blood in my cock at this point that I felt light-headed.

I fucked Magnus in a crescendo fashion, patiently at first so he could adjust then faster and faster. His body just ate me up! I was almost regretting spending so much time on foreplay, there was no way I was going to last long and I never wanted to pull out. The orgasm arrived out of nowhere to knock us off our axises. Magnus bellowed out this guttural roar and ejaculated so hard it hit his ear. I buried my cock inside that perfect ass and filled the condom to capacity. We rode out the rest tangling tongues and exploring with our hands. When we parted, I was alarmed to see streaks of tears down his cheeks.
“…Magnus?” I whispered.
He gave me an exhausted little smile, “It’s been four years since anyone fucked me like that.”
I rocked against his prostate and made him gasp. “Tell me, Magnus, can you fold us another condom out of receipt paper?”

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Fuck me. How did things go this far? How did I allow myself to stray so far off the path? I was happy dating and getting engaged to Sarah…I mean, I thought I loved her. We were compatible together. She’s type-A, dominant, a leader. I’m more easy-going. Our sex life was minimal but that was fine. We are best friends. When she said her brother had just moved back to town, I thought it’d be nice to meet another member of the Donner family. When we all had dinner together, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I barely paid attention to Sarah. I was so naive.

I don’t know when our guy hang-outs turned into dates. I don’t know how many beers we had that night before we fumbled around. I certainly have no idea why I came back to him the next day. Maybe because he makes my sex drive sing like no one else has. He had these ideas about sex. Really kinky ideas. I never knew stuff like that existed but they turned me on more than anything I’d ever done with Sarah. It frightened me, but didn’t frighten me away. He put me in chastity for two days. It was only supposed to be two days, but then he extended it to a week. Then two weeks at my asking.

Sarah’s wondering why I change in the bathroom now, why we don’t shower together, why I wear looser pants. She asked if her “perverted” brother had done something to me. I said no, he hadn’t, but that was a lie. Her brother opened my eyes to something I never knew I needed. The control, the surrender, the constant carnal urge to hump something but not being able to get hard… it’s amazing. It heightened my senses and took the grey out of the world and added texture. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was actually in tune with my body and feeling like a sexual being is divine in its own odd way. 

She keeps talking about the wedding. She wants to put the deposit down on the venue this afternoon. Fuck. How do I tell Sarah I don’t want to get married anymore? How do I tell her I’ve been seduced by her brother? That I’m happier with him in this freak relationship than with her in a normal one? That I want to live with him in his small cottage than in this super fancy condo high rise? It’s not helping that I’m trying to sort this out with my cock throbbing, eager to get hard and spill. I need to talk to her brother. He’ll know what to do; he always does.

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When August answered the door, his brain momentarily short-circuited. That looked like Ephraim. It looked exactly like Ephraim…but Raimy was back in Indiana. There was no reason logical reason or explanation for him being in Bahrain, especially not in time for August’s 28th birthday. Last year, he had to spend his 27th at sea spent it sulking over his lack of celebratory sex and abundance of practice drills at 5 am.

August began to hyper-ventilate, muttering oh-my-gods over and over. He twisted to stare in slaw-jacked disbelief at his tight-knit bunch of seamen. They were all grinning like Cheshire cats. August was just grateful they had accepted him as an out gay man, but to think they went so far to organize this was just… everything went blurry. He threw himself into Ephraim’s arms and cried into his shoulder. A chorus of “awws” followed behind him.

Raimy rocked him, kissing his temple and sniffling himself, “I missed you so much…” he whispered, voice cracking.
James handed them both tissues which they used in an instant. August pulled back and grabbed Raimy’s head in his hands, “Holy shit it’s really you.”
“Yes, it’s me.” This was punctuated by a possessive kiss.
“Holy fuck…this is – this is …I can’t ..words!” he cried, flapping his hands. “YOU’re my birthday present? Is that what the guys were talking about?”

“Not exactly,” Ephraim smirked, He was wearing only a pair of tight jeans with nothing on underneath and looked damn dashing. After making sure none of their hotel neighbors were watching, he came into their room and closed the door behind him. Ephraim wasted zero time. From his back pocket he withdrew a small box and got on one knee.
“August Reynolds Tarbell. I cannot fucking stand the idea of you thinking I don’t love you enough to send you out into the world without some assurance you’ve been claimed. You are my world, my reason for living. You gave me a reason to kick my Oxy habit. You pulled me through my mother’s passing. You encouraged me to be a mechanic and open my own shop. You…have always been so goddamn patient with me.” He swallowed hard, voice warbling, “I love you so much, please let me love you forever. I will never take it for granted. Will you marry me?”

August’s hands flew to his mouth. His knees were wobbling, so James stood by in case he fainted. The sailor could only nod his head and squeak out a “yes”. The entire hotel room erupted in roars, cat calls, and whoops. Hidden bottles of alcohol emerged from dresser drawers and under the bed. 
Ephraim put the ring on his fiance’s finger, dried his tears with the tissue, then sealed their promise with the most passionate, sweetest kiss. August melted into the sensation of his lips and the texture of Raimy’s tongue… he’d missed those kisses so goddamn much that he wished he could tell his lover without the threat of bursting like a damn. Ephraim pulled him close with an arm around the back of his neck and continued making out hard, not minding their audience.

James let them have their intimacy for a bit then thrust glasses of champagne into their hands. “Alright, alright, you can neck and have sex later but right now, we drink! To the happy couple!”

They got four noise complaints that night. Only two of those were from the party.

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Mariano wasn’t getting the type of response he wanted on Craiglist or Grindr. So, Mariano decided to create a series of gifs showing off his services and goods:  cock in all states, full low-hanging balls, and a sweet pussy eager to be fucked. “This can be yours for just one e-mail or phone call…”, said the text. Well, it worked. Worked so well matter of fact that Mariano quit his job to pursue it full time. Life of an escort suits Mariano well. He’s well taken care of now by many high-profile clients and that seed of his is rarely ever wasted.

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Ugh he’s so frustrating! He knows I’m all horned up and want to fuck NOW. Yet he made me grind on him and kiss him and make me beg like a little whore. Finally finally, he agreed to go to the bedroom where I eagerly scramble to the bed and pull my legs back… and that’s when he decides that nooo he wants to get fully nude instead of just whipping his cock out and fucking me. Undress faster! Faster! My cock is aching over here! When he drops his pants and does this hip thrusts me in his underwear I nearly cum just out of anticipation. “Get over here and fuck meee!” I whine, royally pissed that that cock isn’t in me already.
“What? What about you fucking me?” he jokes, grinning at me, “Don’t you think I have such a cute little ass?” I throw a pillow at him in frustration, “If you don’t thrust your cock up my ass in 10 seconds I will get off this bed, tackle you, and fuck myself on you! Then, I’m going to spank your balls with a crop for making me wait.”

That got an eyebrow raise but his mouth slides into one of those sarcastic little smiles again, “I love it when you’re bitchy.” Within 10 seconds, he’s sending me to heaven.

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Cayden Clark