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I sit on the edge of the tub. “What’s a matter, Brazos?”
He sighs and gestures toward the other side of the porch. “It’s Grant. I’ve lost him. Paul’s got him wrapped around his little finger. Or should I say his dick, which frankly isn’t so little.”
I glance at the two. “Yeah Paul’s known for being hung like a horse. If Grant wants to be a size queen, let him.”
“I had this whole plan though. I was going to fuck Grant, seduce him, put him in chastity, spank him a little… he’s been talking about wanting to get more wild and be in touch with his sex drive. I had this whole perfect thing planned out, and he’s been picked the guy whose been using the same condoms since high school.”
I choke on my drink and sputter. “Oof alcohol burn. Come on, Brazos, pouting isn’t your style. If Paul can’t give Grant what he needs, he’ll come crawling back to you, and this time you’ll know it’s to stay.”
He sighs long and deep. “I hope you’re right.”
“Don’t focus too much on them right now. You got so many other guys who’d let you fuck them.”
Brazos finally takes his eyes off Grant and lays them on me. “What?”
“You didn’t know? We know how long you can go, we know about your basement. Us bottoms talk. We got a better spy network than the FBI.”
“Yeah I suspected that. Bottoms scare me a little. That’s why I want to tame them so much. If you don’t, your project becomes your houseboy. I mean, nothing wrong with houseboys just… I wanted a project.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Now you are having a pity party.”
“It ain’t a party without beer.”
“We can fix that.” I get up to go get him a beer. I return with a can of mango ale for Brazos. I toss it to him one handed. “Catch.”
He positions his hands like a catch and grabs it easily. “Thanks.” Brazos holds it over the edge of the hot top and opens it. It fizzes, but he catches most of it with his mouth.
“Ok, so once you drink that, you’re going to come inside and fuck me, and then once you have cleared your mind a little I’m going to go find you a project.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Hell yeah I do. Want to see how hard you can pound me with thighs that thick.”
Brazos blinks at me. “I thought you weren’t looking for anything right now.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m always looking for a hot cock.”
Brazos smirks. “Well I have that. Are you sure you don’t want to be put into chastity and spanked?”
“I can’t do chastity, I have hemophilia.”
“Aww, I’m sorry.”
“Me too, me too. But if you spank me light enough to not cause bruising… I can be down. You have enough control for that?”
Brazos gets this sinister look on his face. “You should come see my collection of implements, and I think that will answer your question.”
I shiver. “Oh my. Let me finish this margarita, and then I’m coming inside with you.”
Brazos looks pleased. “I like where this is going.”
“As do I.” Grant and Paul are making out now. “Does Grant really use the same condoms since high school?”
“Yep. His dick finished growing before he did.”
“Were you jealous?”
Brazos shrugs. “At first. But I like the shape of mine better. And I like that it gets smaller when I’m not using it. Like, it’s compact for travel.”
I laugh. “That makes sense. Mine’s always been a big undersized, and I like how it fits in underwear.”
“You want a cock like Paul’s?” Brazos asks me, eyeing my thong.
“Nah. I like mine small. Especially when I’m with a top that has big hands that can hold the whole thing in their grip and rub the tip at the same time; it drives me insane.”

Brazos’s eyes go wide. He down the rest of the beer and crushes the can in his hands. “Ok. Inside. Now.”

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SOMEONE your friend invited to this party is putting his hands all over YOUR boy – including groping his ass. Not only that, but this someone is leaning on your boy’s hospitality and desire to be polite by entrapping him against a wall, making it hard to get away. It will not stand. Absolutely not. You descended the stairs to assert custody over YOUR boy and get that stranger’s pervy hands away from him. Lord help that stranger if he tries to get fresh with you, or he’ll be icing his face later. You won’t have time for long fights. You have to escort your boy off to a private space and reassert your claim over him – or other men at the party may get ideas and move in. As you get closer, your boy shoots you a desperate look for assistance. You puff out your chest. This will NOT stand. He is YOURS.

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“HEY! Leave my houseboy alone! Get your hands off him or I’ll beat your ass!” Cosmo sighs. I can’t even go swimming without someone lusting after his ass. Even with the collar and the chastity device! Do I need to hang a sign on him that says ‘do not touch’? Mmmn. No. I think I need to get the boy a taser. “Boy come here.” Cosmo waits for the boy to jog behind him, hiding behind a massive fluffy towel. “He’s creepy Sir!”
“Boy, did you say no?”
“…In a polite way.”
“Did you tell him to fuck off?”
The boy gasps. “I can’t tell an alpha man that!”
“You can’t tell ME that,” Cosmo corrected, “But if someone is harassing you, you tell THEM that.”
The lad looks horrified.
Cosmo raises an eyebrow. “I think I trained you too formally. Say fuck.”
“…Fuck?” he whispers.
“Louder!”
“Fuck!”
Cosmo laughs. “You’re adorable. Say fuck off!”
“Fuck off!”
Cosmo laughs harder. “Ok, that doesn’t work.”
The houseboy makes a face. “What if I try a different tactic?”
“Like what?” Cosmo asks.
The houseboy straightens his shoulders. “Fuck me?”

Cosmo’s eyebrows shoot up. “Ohh that’s brave of you. But I could get used to that…”
The houesboy wonders if he’s made mistake.
“You want me to fuck you right now, boy?”
“Sir you uh, look really hot in that Speedo and I’ve been locked for quite a while…”
“Tell me you want me to fuck you boy.”
The boy squares his shoulders again. “Fuck me, Sir.”

Cosmo smirks. “Let’s go back to the yacht. I love screwing on that chair on the deck.”
The boy nods enthusiastically. It had been an educational day. “Oh uh, here is your towel Sir.”

“Thank you boy.” Cosmo swats him on the butt. “On with you now. You’re giving the orders today!”
The houseboy wonders what he’s gotten into…giving orders to Sir?? Just much could he get away with…?

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sir2u-boy:

you know, sometimes I just lay back and think “fuck it’s good to be me”

“Does that whole ‘fuck it’s good to be me’ mentality include the part where I just want to worship and suck you and have you fuck me because you’re so hot?” I ask.
He looks at me with that entitled smirk I love so much. “It does now. That part is pretty nice. Matter of fact, I think my refractory period should be about over. I’m going to fuck you again right now.”
I rub his bulging bicep. “My ass is yours to use when you desire Sir.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Of course it is. Your ass would just be a regular butt if I didn’t grace it with my cock. And you will show me gratitude for elevating your status as my bitch.”
I squirm as I’m getting very horny, “Yes sir. Of course Sir.”
“Now get the lube and ride me. I’m comfortable and don’t want to get up.”
“Yes sir, of course Sir. May I clean you with a warm washcloth before hand?”
A pleased smug looks crosses his face. “You may. I would enjoy that. My cum is all dried on from the last time I put it up you.”
“Should I offer a plug so it stays in this time?”
“What a smart considerate bitch! Gosh, I wish there were more boys like you.”
“I don’t,” I say under my breath.
He hears me anyway and raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Cause then I’d have to compete with them for you.”
An honest look of fondness crosses his face. “What a lovely thing to say about someone. You definitely factor into the it’s-good-to-be-me mentality now, for sure.”
I blush and feel warm all over. God I love his attention! Every, sticky, sweet, sexy, drop.

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“Yo, fag.”
Jackson was kneeling on the floor, waiting orders while Sir dressed, and popped up to sitting position when he was summoned. Sir did not like being called Master, and as his subservient, it was not appropriate to use Sir’s real name like they had casual relationship. Sir’s friends could call him Rocky. Jackson though that was such a perfect name for his Sir, with his sleek, muscular body. Without hair, he looked like a Marine. Jackson thought for the millionth time that he was lucky to gaze upon and serve such a handsome man – and talented. He had an amazing singing voice.
“Yes sir?” Jackson asked, looking at the chair he had last flung it over.
“Where is my black V neck shirt?”
“In the closet behind the red Vans shirt.”
“Fetch it,” Sir demanded, picking up his phone to check a text message.
“Yes sir!” Jackson was up like a rabbit, picking the shirt out of the closet. He removed it from the hanger, folded it, then kneeled and presented the shirt.
“Nice. No wrinkles,” Sir muttered, inspecting it. He didn’t need to know that Jackson had ironed it after Sir had gone to bed that night.
Sir dressed. Jackson stared at his bulge.
“Hey boy?”
“Yes sir.”
“My band’s going on a tour this fall. I think you’re trained enough to come with us. Clean up after us, make us coffee, help run errands, service us… wanna come see the US?”
Jackson stared, eyes so wide he could feel the air on them. “Oh my god yes, Sir! Please Sir! I’d love to. I’d be so useful, I wouldn’t get in anyone’s way.”
Sir did an unexpected thing – he smiled. “Your face is precious right now. If you had a tail in now, you’d be wagging it I’m sure. I hated having to board you for our last tour. Hate knowing Sir Bennett was using you.” Sir shook his head. “He boards well, but he’s so gross. Ugh.”
“I don’t like being apart from you either Sir,” Jackson said softly.
“That’s what I like to hear. You are an extension of me, boy. I will be very busy on this tour, and you may have to assume direction instead of waiting for direction – but I know you won’t let me down.”
“No sir!” Jackson said quickly.
Sir considered his happy looking boy kneeling on the floor. “You look weird. You have this dopey expression on your face. I think you need a cock in your mouth.“

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“Soo uh you’re the new team assistant huh? Goodness, you are a cute little thing. Didn’t think there were many twinks in the NFL.”
“Um…thank you, Mr. Thompson?”
“Call me Bill.”
“Ok, Bill,” he squeaks. “Yes, I’m the new team assistant, Gideon. Anything I could, erm, assistant you with?”
“Matter of fact, there is, Gideon,” Bill drawls. “This is a bit embarrassing but my parents weren’t around much when I was a kid. I never learned to tie laces proper. Think you could help secure me before practice?”
Gideon swallowed. “Uhhh yeah. I uh, think i could do that, Mr. Um. Bill Sir. You have the wrong size shoulder pads on too. But I could um, tie your pants there if you want.”
“Sure, boy. Go ahead.”

The assistant glanced at Bill nervously. He took a step forward, hands hesitant to reach out for those laces. Bill had such a bronzed, toned sto-
“You can touch me, you know, if you want.”
Gideon jumped. “I’m not sure that’s ok…”
“No one’s in here. It’s fine. Lotta women like my abs.”
“I’m not a woman,” Gideon.
“But you gotta pussy nonetheless right? I don’t care. Cute is cute.”
Gideon blushed hard at Bill’s vulgar vocabulary. “Mr. Thompson!”
“Sorry, Gideon. I fear I spoke too strongly.”

“A little,” Gideon said shyly, picking up the laces.
Bill smiled at the skinny blond. “Well, to your comfort level then.”
Gideon nodded. He pulled on the laces with one hand, but got distracted with the abs. He ran his palm up Bill’s tight pack of muscle. “Wow,” he murmured.
“You like abs?” BIll asked.
“You have a great body, Sir,” Gideon agreed.
“I do work out a lot to stay at the top of the team. Nice to hear someone noticed.”
“Oh I notice.”
Bill gave a crooked smile. “Do you now? That’s good. I feel like we’ll get along super great this season then.”
Gideon turned pink again. He wasn’t expecting to get hit on by a player so fast! or at all, really. Matter of fact, he was expecting to be bullied. Gideon tucked his head and refocused on Bill’s pant laces when he noticed something…..

“Mr. Thompson!” Gideon cried out, dropping the laces..
“Yes?”
“You are not wearing underwear!”
“Oh shit. I never put on my jock after gym,” Bill replied, and he meant it. “I’m sorry Gideon, I didn’t mean to put my dick in your face the first day.”
Gideon eyed him. “You mean it?”
Bill shrugged. “Well I was hoping to wait until next week…”
Gideon couldn’t help but giggle. “Maybe I’ll want to see it next week. Don’t think I’m going to be team slut from Day 1, though. I don’t give my pussy to anyone so easily.”
“Oh is that so?” Bill asked, stepping forward. “Then I’ll just have something else to work on at practice…”
“Li-like what?” Gideon stammered, feeling hot and bothered.
“Like getting you into the shower naked and letting me fuck you.”
Gideon’s eyes went wide. “Here?”
“Here, my place, a hotel…I don’t care. Just you and somewhere dipping wet.”
“Wow,” Gideon said. “No one has wanted me like that before…”
Bill snorted. “Silly boy. Yes they have. You’re just too naive to know.”
Gideon tried to stammer out a response.

“You hold that thought,” Bill interrupted. “You stay there. I’m gonna go put on a jock. THEN you can tie my pants ok?”
Gideon nodded dumbly. “Yes. Mr. Thompson. I mean, Bill.”
“Atta boy.”
Gideon puffed up a little with pleasure. He was really, really liking his new job. And it would only get better once the other players got here and started changing in the locker room… Gideon wondered what it’d be like to be fucked by Bill in the locker room. His body reacted so fact, he went to splash water on his face to cool down before Bill got back.

If Bill noticed the half chub in his shorts, Bill graciously didn’t say anything.

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Surrender to Him

“You like that. Don’t answer that, it’s not a question. Instead, listen to me, boy. Pretty boys like you submit to men like me. That’s a fact. Whether or not you believe it is irrelevant. You’re going to offer your pretty body to me, and I’m going to take it. I’m going to plunder you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week without feeling me thrusting inside you. And you’re not going to whine about it. In a week you will come back asking me for more. Even if I gave you time, you would eventually come sniveling to me unsatisfied and needy. So I’m going to take what is mine now. You’ll be even more beautiful when I am done.”

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Fenrir cocked the gun and raised it. His heart was pounding, sweat pouring out of him. “Get. the. fuck. away. from. him.” Each word was spat, not said, each vowel tipped with acid.
Will looked over his shoulder, furious at being interrupted. “I don’t know how you got in here, but you are trespassing and need to leave. This is not your business.”
Fen growled. “It is my business. Avery is not consenting. Now you better get off of my boy or I will shoot you.” Fen matched Will’s piercing dark stare. He very badly wanted to look at Avery’s face, but knew his terror and fear would be distracting. He would not be able to look away, and Will would then get the upper hand.

Will did not move. Fen cocked the gun, and fired it at Will’s feet. Will cursed; Avery screamed and began to sob.
“Move.” Fen said. He was bluffing calm. Inside he was so angry it felt like lava was flowing through his veins and that he could feel his rage deep in his marrow. The adrenaline was still coursing hard, as it had been when he’d gotten a frantic text message from Avery: Please come over, this guy won’t let me leave and I’m terrified he’s going to rape me. He took my phone, but he went to the bathroom. 3935 Hemlock.

Fen hadn’t replied. He hadn’t called the cops either. They wouldn’t do anything until a crime actually occurred. No, this was a problem a gun could solve. He just jumped into his car and sped over to the address; he didn’t even put on a shirt. Fen was so relieved he had gotten here in time. Avery had been his best friend from childhood. Fen was always sure they’d end up together, but the timing was never right. Well, he’d finally got it right.

Will snickered. “No…you are too chicken to shoot me. You are going to stand there and watch as I give this little slutty cocktease what he wants. It’ll be hot with someone else watching, won’t it? You always wanted my cock, baby, right from the beginning…” He cupped Avery’s cheek, which made him whimper.

That sent Fen over the line. “I told you not to touch him!” and he fired the gun. The bullet sank into the back of Will’s thigh, missing his artery by an inch. Blood splattered and Will fell back, howling. Avery was crying hard. Fen jogged over and pulled him up. “Get behind me.” Avery clung to him, naked and shaking. Fen waited, gun raised. But Will was broken. He was apologizing and begging someone to call 911.

Fen lowered his gun. “Avery honey, go get your clothes and meet me in the car.”
“I can’t,” he whimpered.
“You have to be strong for me. Go ahead and get your clothes, and we’ll walk out together then ok?”
Avery didn’t answer, then Fen heard him take a deep breath and felt him pull away from his body. Avery gathered his clothes and ran back to his hiding spot behind Fen. Fen walked them backwards out of the house.

In the car, Fen locked the doors, and called 911. Then, they drove away. Fen took Avery to the police to make a report and leave the gun, then took the boy home.

Fen imagined Avery would want a shower and then hide under the covers, but Avery wanted something else. He wanted intimacy. Fen made him ask twice if that was what he wanted, and Avery pleaded. So Fen took him to bed and made love to him proper, claiming him once and for all.

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