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“Hey,” he grinned, posing in my window like some sort of over-sized Peter Pan.
“How..how did you get up here?” I gasped, “In your underwear at that…”
“I was a monkey in my past life.”
My eyes roved over his trim body and heavy bulge in his pants. I’m a rather famous actor in the ‘States and came down here for vacation and to study for my new role. Met this young thing in a cafe and he showed me around… well, that ended up with us making out behind a temple. He had no idea who I was and I wanted to take him to bed so badly, but someone had tipped off the paparazzi and they were crawling around the hotel like roaches. I hadn’t been able to focus since I sent him away, still hard and whimpering. 
“Where are your clothes?” I laughed.
“I didn’t want to tear them climbing up here, so they’re in a locker… the beach isn’t far, no one bats an eye here.”
I tossed my book on the nightstand and walked over to where he was standing in the window. I ran my palms over his thighs, then licked his soft shaft through the cotton. “Ay yai…” he groaned. That was it. He was mine. I slipped a hand under the garment and grabbed him by the cock, pulling him of the ledge so he stumbled with a yelp into my hotel apartment, “You won.” I said, “Now get into my bed, I’m going to teach you how Americans fuck.”
 

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The suited gentleman pulled the stunning Latino over his thigh and kissed him right on the sternum. “This is for you,” he said, folding the bill expertly with one hand as he stuffed it in place, “Now when you go back up on that stage, I want you to look right at me when you dance.”
Javier shuddered at the cool hands on his flushed skin. This man was beyond out of his league – at least ten years his senior, New England stock, old money. The low purr of his words alone sent frisson down his spine. Javier gyrated against the man’s chest a couple times to thank him for the tip before giving him a coy smile and returning to the stage and blaring dance music.

Later that evening, when his shift was over, Javier plopped down in a chair in the dressing room to count his spoils. He eagerly opened and flattened the tightly folded bill that High Class Man had given him….what? The hell? It was a $1 bill! Javier screeched, “La madre que te parió!” He flipped it over, seeing if it was stacked with anything but no! That bastard! Then, something caught his eye. On the back, under the “ONE”, in neat block print the man had written a phone number and the words: “Call me if you want the rest.”

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Lennox lovingly gazed up at Aran’an, his lids heavy and hard to keep open. Aran’an had dozed off kissing his forehead, one arm over Lennox’s body. The nights were longer here, but brighter with two moons in the sky. They cast a pearly glow over the entire sleeping chamber. The thick bundles of incense had burnt down to ash by now, their scents settling over everything like a lace sheet.

Lennox didn’t want to go home tomorrow. It had taken the sky priests two days to figure out how he had gotten to such a far alternative realm, and two months to figure out how to send him back. 

Lennox was seriously debating staying here forever. Home didn’t have Aran’an. Home was a sparse shoebox, a dull job in a phone processing center, and the dreary weather of Seattle. He had spent his childhood in foster care and had been on his own since he was 18. He had vanished through a tear in time fabric while on a simple walk on the wooden trails behind his apartment complex. Whoops. Had anyone even noticed he was missing? Wasn’t it better here?

Lennox hadn’t met Aran’an so much as he’d been assigned to him. He’d been found stumbling around the town in shock and was put under the care of the councilman until they the Board figure out what to do with him.

Society here operated under two different spheres – men that pursued women for bonding ceremonies or reproduction (Ѯέȫl), and men that did not (ĶѮέȫlƽ). Within that second group of strays, the younger men (ṇÆŗŋ) were assigned to older, educated, and often more dominant men (şÆŗŋ÷) when they came of age. Sometimes a male pair would bond; these pairs were often held high rank in government or business. It was considered a disgrace for a man to live life unassigned to any role.

Lennox had learned that the rules did have flexibility though. He had seen an older man under the care of a younger; he knew that some şÆŗŋ÷ could be deeply submissive . He knew that a person could change their title at any time. It was also accepted that sometimes a grown ṇÆŗŋ would fledge from an older man’s care to seek a woman for a mate. Women had a similar system too, although it was more fluid. There was even a neutral gender called ᾝụἡẫ.

Being under Aran’an’s care was the best thing to every happen to Lennox. Even though the language barrier still remained, his keeper had been patient and loving with him. Aran’an wasn’t even his real name; it was ĂŕⱥŅ∙∂, but Lennox couldn’t pronounce it properly due to his few extra teeth (which had been of great fascination to the local dentists).

Being assigned to ĂŕⱥŅ∙∂’s clan had its benefits too. He could go anywhere in the city and say, “Put it under ₪⁞” whether it was a tab at the bar, a bill at a produce stand, or a ticket for theater. ĂŕⱥŅ∙∂ was respected here, and thus, his assigned ṇÆŗŋ received the same respect. How could Lennox go back home to, to that cubicle, to nothingness? Here he meant something to someone. Here he had affection. Tonight, on their supposed last night together, ĂŕⱥŅ∙∂ had even made love to him using techniques priivy only to the ₪⁞ clan and Lennox wanted nothing else for the rest of his life.

Surely, Lennox realized, that over time the novelty would wear off. He’d learn the language. He’d adapt to their customs, their way of keeping time. He’d have to get an education, take a job. Still, going home was a huge risk at this point. After two months, he’d likely lost his job. He might have lost his apartment. Who knew if time even moved the same? Two months here might have been 20 there. Maybe 200 years. Earth was now an uncertainty. Here, he would live in Aran’an’s home, spending the nights resting on his chest, listening to his lungs rise and fall like this. This is where he wanted to be, his ṇÆŗŋ. His body accepted his decision, and Lennox too fell asleep.

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Here we see a momentary exchange in where the balance of power is obvious to everyone, but each is waiting for the other to act on it. The two in the foreground have spotted an untrained faggot in the wild, who is distracted with the presence of two real men. These two know these types of boys are safer off the streets and into proper care. The kind with ropes, and chastity devices.

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allbecauseoftheboys:

I put the pot over my head and scream. I’m a totally 100% screwed. Wednesdays are chili nights, not fish nights! How could I think it was Thursday? Ever since I moved in with my Dom for the summer between college semesters, I had totally lost myself in low-key subspace these past few days. Yesterday, we had eaten out for dinner which probably contributed to my confusion.
Somehow, this mistake eluded me through-out the entirety of my morning chores. I even put the fish out to defrost, then prepared Sir’s lunch and put in the refrigerator like normal. It was only when I got halfway through making my own PBJ sandwich that my brain kindly informed me that Thursdays are when his Sir has lunch with his father. Today, He was at the gym and would be home any moment now and discover that house didn’t smell of chili. My Master didn’t own a slow cooker so it had to be done in same pot which was, at this time, on my head and full of air.

Oh shit. What do I do? Even if I put the chili on now, it won’t be done in time for dinner. I lost the entire morning. Shit shit shit. I’m going to punished for this for sure!

[Kept Boy Problems #4 – Too focused on role as sub, forgot what day it was. That’s a paddlin’.]
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Original picture is from DeviantArt here, but reblogged from buzzerguy via fazing.

There was a part of me that wanted to cry. I had let my Sir down. I had failed in my expected duties. I had one job. One job. That was to follow his schedule. And I failed.

I found myself yelping when I heard the door unlock and I knew. I just knew I was totally fucked tonight. But when Sir came into the kitchen, his eyes heavy and his body looking weary, I got a sense that something was very wrong.

“Sir?” I asked. “How was your day, Sir?”

“Oh, Aiden. Hi. Didn’t see you there.”

I froze again. Sir didn’t address me by my name unless something was wrong. He opened the fridge, looking around for something. Again, this was weird. He closed the fridge and looked at me; he wasn’t stern like himself. He looked bewildered and somewhat confused.

“What’s for dinner?” He asked me. I blinked in bewilderment! Sir was very OCD about his schedule.

“Sir are you alright?” I asked, coming to his side quickly.
 ”Did you have a good workout, Sir?”

“Haha, no. Had to skip the gym and stick around the office. Budget cuts and bullshit. That stuff. Fuck I’m tired.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t have the chili ready, and I’ll take whatever punishments you deem fit, Sir.” I apologized. Now I felt really bad.

“Oh cut the crap, Aiden. Maybe I’ll punish you tomorrow. But right now….. Just sit with me. That’s what I need right now.”

“Yessir.” I followed.

“Actually grab the wine and some glasses. I could use that to.” He pointed back to the kitchen as he went into the living room. I obeyed, still concerned but eager to help get Sir back to normal. We eventually sat down on the couch, and he turned on the TV, pulling me close to him. He points to the bottle and I pour us both glasses. Normally I don’t drink without his permission, but he told me to drink and not wait for him this time. It must have been a really horrible day at the office! Sir is not…. usually this intimate. At least not around dinner time.

“Are you alright, Sir?” I asked. “Is there anything I can do for you, Sir?”

“Don’t call me Sir tonight. Just….. sit with me.” He ordered.

“Yes Si- Uh, certainly.” I felt so weird not calling by his title! But I leaned in, and Sir put his arm around me, fingers stroking my bare chest. He pulled me close against his torso, tightly. Firmly. He wasn’t like this, not until after prepping me for sleep- when I had earned the privilege of sleeping in his bed, and not usually in my cage. We ended up watching a multitude of sitcoms, some comedy shows, the news, and always I kept watching, waiting, wondering if Sir would be okay. After downing a couple glasses of wine, his hand lowered, caressing my stomach, as well as the waistband of my underwear.

“Would you like a massage, s…. would you like a massage?”

“No.” He sighed, but turned to face me. “You always put my needs before your own, Aiden.”

I stammered out “Well, you’re my Sir. It’s what I do. I like to make you happy, Sir.”

He gripped me tighter. “Were you worried I was going to be angry?”

“Very much, Sir.” I responded. “I know you love your chili, Sir.”

“Fuck the chili.” Sir leaned his head against mine. “I don’t care that you weren’t ready tonight.”

“Um, really Sir?”

“I work with a bunch of bastards.” Sir said. “A bunch of snakes. Backstabbing motherfuckers, every single one of them. They’re only alive because the government frowns on me throttling them.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“But you know what?” Sir asked, our eyes meeting. “That shit doesn’t bother me. As long as I got my Boy, and he actually gives a damn about my needs. Even when I treat you like garbage, making you lick my boots and suck down my cum.”

“Those are not punishments, Sir.” I said, unable to conceal my smile.

“I know. But…. I just want you to know I appreciate you, Boy.” Now he seemed like his old self, which brought a flutter back to my heart.

“Thank you, Sir.” I embraced him.

“Okay boy. Unzip my pants and suck my cock. Lord knows I could use your throat right now.” He released me and leaned his head back on the couch cushions.

“You got it, Sir!”

Baitnaite, I am speechless. This is such an unexpected but great ending. Let’s do this again sometime *____*

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I put the pot over my head and scream. I’m a totally 100% screwed. Wednesdays are chili nights, not fish nights! How could I think it was Thursday? Ever since I moved in with my Dom for the summer between college semesters, I had totally lost myself in low-key subspace these past few days. Yesterday, we had eaten out for dinner which probably contributed to my confusion.
Somehow, this mistake eluded me through-out the entirety of my morning chores. I even put the fish out to defrost, then prepared Sir’s lunch and put in the refrigerator like normal. It was only when I got halfway through making my own PBJ sandwich that my brain kindly informed me that Thursdays are when his Sir has lunch with his father. Today, He was at the gym and would be home any moment now and discover that house didn’t smell of chili. My Master didn’t own a slow cooker so it had to be done in same pot which was, at this time, on my head and full of air.

Oh shit. What do I do? Even if I put the chili on now, it won’t be done in time for dinner. I lost the entire morning. Shit shit shit. I’m going to punished for this for sure!

[Kept Boy Problems #4 – Too focused on role as sub, forgot what day it was. That’s a paddlin’.]
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Original picture is from DeviantArt here, but reblogged from buzzerguy via fazing.

SEQUEL IS HERE.