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Hugo thumbed through photos on his phone. “This one is my favorite so far.”
Arturo let out a low whistle. “He is stunning. That ass is begging for stripes.”
“Oh I’ve put them there. The aftercare was almost as good as the session, he was so soft and warm in my lap, I didn’t want to stop cuddling him. To say I’m very excited for Luis to be here is an understatement.”
“Paperwork is complete?”
“Indeed it is. My insurance goes into effect into Monday, so that’s when I can go pick him up from Everton.”
Arturo tilted Hugo’s phone so he could see the screen. “Where do they find boys this beautiful? Every boy I know that comes out of Everton’s looks like a model.”
Hugo chuckled. “That’s cause you don’t see them going in.” He thumbed to another picture of Luis looking coyly in the camera. “This beautiful lad spent most of high school in juvie, he’s been arrested in two states, and got in trouble for selling himself in jail and not paying taxes on his earnings. He also had a warrant out for his arrest in his home county for not paying a parking ticket.”
Arturo nearly spilled his wine as he threw his head back and laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Indeed. I got that pesky warrant taken care of of course.”
“My goodness, what a hellion.”
Hugo nodded. “He is spicy. Perhaps a bit too spicy. Luis desperately needs to be taught discipline.”

Arturo sipped his wine. “That may be so, but…what about your family business?”
Hugo shrugged. “I imagine he’ll end up in it one way or the other; Luis has potential to make a nice career for himself, but he could be a real liability.” He smirked. “It seems that Luis doesn’t often consider the consequences of his actions, or the risks he’s taking. It’ll be fun teaching him to consider those things. And rewarding him, long and hard into, into the sheets, all night long.”
Arturo chuckled. “You are impatient for him to get here.”
Hugo exhaled. “So very impatient.”

“Your talk of discipline has gotten me a bit aroused. Why don’t we go upstairs and pass some time?”
The corner of Hugo’s mouth lifted up. “Like old times?”
“Like old times. Well, I had less grey hair back then,” Arturo muttered.
“I like your grey hair.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s sexy,” Hugo brushed his bangs with his fingers.
“You are such a good friend. Do you have more wine by the way?” Arturo held up his empty glass.
“Always.” Hugo put an arm around Arturo’s waist. “Let’s go get drunk and fuck until Monday comes.”
“Cheers to that!”

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legendarymachoblog:

“Thank you for allowing me to turn down the bed for you Sir. Master sent me to make sure you feel comfortable this evening, so I am pleased you’re allowing me to fulfill this task. Our home is your home while you are our esteemed guest; so if there’s anything else I can do for you, please do let me know…like if you want your bed warmed, for example…”

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exprof:

“You know why you’re being punished right?”
“Yes sir. Because of what I said to Mark.”
“Yes, boy. Because of that. But I am more upset that you have made me punish you, because as mean as it was, that insult was a hell of a zinger. It was damn accurate and Mark was annoying all of us.”
“Thank you Sir,” Julian says.
“But, being rude to other men, especially men you were serving at my home, is not behavior I will tolerate or enforce.”
Julian sighs. “I understand Sir. I considered there would be repercussions before I said it.”
I chuff air through my nose. It’s so hard not to smile. “I’m glad you said it though. I enjoyed watching John snort beer out of his nose at Mark’s reaction to what you said.”
Julian looks pleased.
I cup his jaw. “I’m glad you understand.” I kiss him deeply and palm the back of his head. “I love you, boy. Now fetch me my paddle and the spiked ball parachute.”
Julian hesitates, processing if the repercussions were worth it. His gaze rises to meet my stern expression. “Um, yes Sir. Right away Sir.”
“Good boy.” I don’t tell him that if he takes his punishment well, it’ll be balanced by the sweetness of reward for the risk he took. In this case, he’ll get to finish himself by rutting against my lap. I look forward to feeling that heat and wetness soak through my jeans, and I begin to harden at the thought of it.

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ssklave-ss2149:

🤤

“Hello, boy. Looks like you’re my first this afternoon.”
“Y-yes Sir,” Bryce squeaked.
“Are you nervous?”
“You’re very intimidating,” Bryce stammered.
“Intimidating or dominant?” Master Hadid responded.
Bryce swallowed hard.
“Your body screams out to be dominated by me doesn’t it? You can’t keep your eyes off my pouch. You want my cock more than anything.”
Bryce whimpered. “I need it,” he whispered. His cock was dripping on the floor from its steel confines.
“I do think I am going to have to call Master Smith and give him my sympathies again. To have such a beautiful, pliant, horny creature at his feet – the result of all his hard work of keeping you in chastity – and yet, he be unable to reap the rewards when it has come time to milk and clean you. He might be more frustrated than you. How is his hand?”
Bryce raised his eyes from Master Hadid’s crotch to his face. “Healing, thank you. The doctors expect he’ll need another operation to repair the nerves, but right now they want the bones to heal first.”
“He’ll keep his finger yes?”
“Yes, but we’re not sure about the tip of it.”
Master Hadid winced. “Good gracious. Wood working accidents are no joke.”
Bryce shuddered. “No. I heard him screaming so I rushed over to his shop, but he demanded I stay out and not come in. I’m glad he did; I would have fainted.”

“That must have been terrifying, hearing your man calling for help and be unable to do anything beyond calling 911. I imagine when he’s healed you is going to want to reward you for coming to his aid anyway and taking care of him as he heals from his injury.”
Bryce flushed. “Being his boy is reward enough.”
“How absolutely lovely.” Master Hadid walked over to a cabinet and opened the door to consider its contents. “I will have to take the best care of you for him. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun along the way. What should we do after I clean you. Hm. Tell me, sweet boy…have you ever played with wax?

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vallentiro14:

Brody was relaxing on the sofa after coming back from the gym, scrolling through stuff on his phone, when his boy came into the room. Brody watched him out of the corner of his eye as he shuffled up to the sofa and sat on the floor near his feet; the vinyl shorts he was wearing creaked. Brody rubbed his shoulder with foot. Nick nuzzled it and then nibbled on his toes.
Brody jerked his leg. “Hey!” Brody said. “Toes are not chew toys, pup. I don’t want to kick you in the face.”
“Mrrr. But they’re so chewable. Especially in those socks.”
“No doing anything that could make me kick you. I don’t want to have to explain pup play to the people in the ER.”
“Yeah that wouldn’t be good. But we may um, end up there later this afternoon anyway.”
Brody lowered his phone and stared at Nick over it. Nick looked away; his cheeks were flushed in shame.
“What does that mean? Why would we end up there?” Brody demanded.
Nick wrung his hands together. “I swallowed a marble,” he whispered.
Brody blinked. “I’m sorry, did you say you swallowed a marble?”
Nick turned even redder. “Yes,” he squeaked.
“Where did you – how, I mean. We don’t even OWN marbles!”
“It was one of the ones we have in the decorative jar with the fake flowers.”
Brody swung his feet down to the floor. “How did you swallow one?”
“Well I was rinsing them off, cause they were dusty, and I thought they looked kind of like Gob-stoppers. I was curious what it would feel like to have a glass one in my mouth so I put it in, and then…I dunno, I just swallowed it!” the tone of his voice went up near the end.

Brody rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s like having a child. Am I going to just gag you 24/7 so you stop putting things in your mouth?”
“Noooo. Sir am I going to die? Do we need to go to the hospital?”
Brody sighed. “No, I don’t think so. You feel fine?”
“Yes?”
“Well, I suppose you’ll pass it at some point.”
Nick made a face. “Ew.”
“Let me know if you get any stomach pain or anything.”
“Yes Sir.”
“In the meanwhile…”
“Yes?”
Brody pointed at him. “You’re getting a spanking.”
“Roooooooooooooooo!” Nick howled.

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projectdarkjupiter:

tbc

He’s having a chat with Sharon in the marketing department. I linger nearby with two drinks, pretending to consider some art on the wall with Sean in my peripheral vision. I note how much his leg is bouncing, how his hands are moving, how he’s participating into a conversation. Sharon gets a text from her babysitter and politely excuses herself to make a call.
I take that opportunity to walk up to Sean and hand him a glass. Sean relaxes and gives me a look of relief. “Thank you.” He takes the ginger ale and sips.
I put my palm on his shoulder and run my hand back over his spine until I can gently grip him at the base of his neck. I rub the pad of my thumb side against the thin metal circlet under his shirt. As I do this, Sean straightens his back and his chin lifts ever so slightly.
“You’re been a good boy, Sean,” I murmur softly, just loud enough for him to hear.
Sean flushes. “Th-thank you Sir. I mean. David.” He glances around to make sure no one heard that and clears his throat. He sips his drink again.
“I mean it. I know how much you hate formal parties, but you still came here as my spouse and are doing a beautiful job. You are going to be rewarded for your behavior when we get home, as you are impressing me quite a bit tonight.”
“T-thank you Sir.” Sean fusses with his tie.
“Also, I cannot take my eyes off you in that outfit. I’m likely going to make you wear it while I’m rewarding you.”
Sean swallow with a noticeable bob. He shifts in his chair, uncrosses, and recrosses his legs. “Sir,” he whispers.
He doesn’t correct himself either time, and I remind myself to not get Sean into an embarrassing situation for himself. I let my hand melt away as Sharon comes back into the room. “Sorry about that, my son broke a glass bottle and got a bit of a cut.”
“Oh that’s quite alright, is he ok?” Sean says.
“He’s fine, thank you. Nothing a band-aid can’t fix.”
 “That’s a relief,” I add.
Sharon glances at both of us. “You two look like you’re posing for a painting, with you standing behind Sean like that. You seem so compatible, how did you two meet, if I may ask?”
Sean is happy to answer. I sit on the sofa and pepper comments in, as I sip my drink and observe him being social and playing his role as my faithful spouse. I’m the only gay man in my company, and I know Sean is a source of curiosity and interest amongst my conservative peers. If only they knew we weren’t married, but he was my collared boy. What would they say, oh what would they say? 

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mishkhail:

“Sir, I concede my argument Sir. Sweatpants can be sexy, Sir. I should not have argued with you Sir.”
“No Kenny, I like when you challenge me. It gives me a chance to flex my creativity. Besides, you seem to learn better by doing than talking.” I walk around to the side of the bed so I can get behind him; I kneel on the mattress and handcuff his wrists together.
“Uhhh why did you do that Sir?”
I slide off the bed and pick the remote up off the desk. “Oh for this.” I turn on the vibrator buried deep in the tightness of his ass, from when I put it in there at breakfast.
“Nnnnggg!” Kenny squeals and squirms. “Oh you put it on high, Sir!”
I turn it down a notch. “Better?”
“I don’t know if that’s the word I’d use!” he gasps.
I grin and set the timer on my phone. I show him the numbers on the screen counting down. “You have five minutes to cum in your sweatpants. After that, you will finish tidying your room with a wet stain.”
Kenny gulps. “Five minutes – wait, why wet Sir?”
“So every time your loose cock brushes up against the wet, cold fabric, you will be reminded that your orgasms and pleasure are at my mercy, and my will.”
“I’m definitely at your mercy, Sir. Oh god,” he groans.

“Look, you’re getting so hard – must be tight, straining with the rope around it.” I run my finger across the length of his shaft. My boy whimpers.
“By the way I forgot to mention something.”
“What is it Sir?” Kenny asks. His face is becoming flushed.
I hold up my phone to show him the time. “If you don’t finish in five minutes, there will be punishment.”
Kenny gasps. The conflict of annoyance, horror, and arousal shows on his face and in his eyes, and my lust for him only grows. I watch him as he squirms and tries to manipulate the plug inside using his posterior muscles. A wet spot blooms on the heather grey fabric. I lick my lower lip and watch him. Three minutes to go… he hasn’t had an orgasm or permission to touch his cock in three days, this should be easy for him. But if not? It’ll be much longer than three for his next one.

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vallentiro14:

“What do you think? Too much?”
“No, you look fantastic in pink. I’m so glad to see an increasing amount of color in your wardrobe.”
Justin pulled the tank top down and smiled. “Thank you Daddy. I’ve wanted to buy more colors since I was a kid. I felt like I was getting away with something when I bought this tank.”
“What do you think is going to happen?”
Justin messed with the hem. “I’m worried my dad will catch me, I think.”
Manuel lifted Justin’s chin with his pointer finger and kissed him. “Even if he did, so what? You’re an adult. You can wear what you want.”
Justin blinked. “I mean you’re right, but he’s so mean. He’s so intimidating.”
Manuel caressed the line of Justin’s jaw with the back of his fingers. “I’ll keep you protected from him, sweetheart. You are mine, love, not his. Who has the lock on your cock?”
“You,” Justin whispered.
“That’s right.”
“Been wanting a chastity cage for a long while too. Teenage me would be so jealous of me now.”
Manuel smiled. “Imagine what teenage Justin will think of you ten years from now.”
“He won’t even recognize me.”
“Damn straight. So, what pants are you going to wear with that tank top?”
Justin glanced down. “I kinda of feel fully dressed.”
Manuel grinned. “As much as I agree with you, I don’t think the Broken Yolk is going to agree with you. Nor all their patrons.”
“Hmm. Ya know, for all the talk about color, I think black pants is the way to go.”
“Black pants,” Manny purred. He ran his hands down Justin’s flanks. “Can I pick out your black pants?”
“Oh? Why do you want to do that?”
“So I can find the tightest ones.”
“You like me restrained don’t you?” Justin asked.
Manny kissed him. “Yes. I think when we get back from brunch I need to tie you up and leave a vibrator in you for a while.”
Justin’s eyebrows shot up. “You said that very casually.”
“It’s an average Saturday for me.” Manny grinned. “So I suggest you eat a lot at brunch. Actually. Maybe I should put a vibrator in you before brunch…”
Justin’s eyes went wider. “You wouldn’t! That would be such torment.”
Manny walked out of the bathroom and into their bedroom closet to dig around in the toybox. He came out holding a small cylindrical object. “What could be better than having an egg for brunch?”
Justin felt his cock strain against the metal sleeve in his pants. “I have a feeling I don’t have a much on this choice.”
“Nope!” Manuel chirped. “It’ll be on the lowest, intermittent setting though. You’ll barely feel it. But you will feel it.”
Justin whimpered. It was a curse to be with a man who turned him so much. Teenage Justin had no idea what adventures he was going to get himself into one day. He had a feeling even if he went back in time to warn himself, he’d still be standing in this exact spot regardless.

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vallentiro14:

“God, dammit,” Tanner curses. “This code looks like shit. I swear he’s farming his work out to college kids. I’m gonna have to bring this up if Mr. Reeves doesn’t, I swear. If I have to delay this launch because of this bullshit, I am going to hulk out.”
I suppose I need to announce my presence instead of just gazing adoringly at the way the mid-morning sun has cast dramatic shadows across the gorgeous musculature of his torso and ass. I knock on the doorframe. Tanner glances at me. 
“Oh, hi Nadir. Sorry, was I being loud?”
“Not unnecessary. Everything alright pup?”
He sighs. “Yeah, just – my coworkers are idiots and my boss has no spine. Just frustrated.”
I reveal what I’m holding enveloped in my hand. “Will a few minutes in the back yard make you feel better?”
Tanner fingers stop typing as he fixates on the green object. “You have my ball.”
“I do. Five minutes maybe?”
Tanner bites his lip in thought. He glances at the screen. “Yeah they can wait. They waste enough of my time.”
“Atta boy.”

Tanner follows me out to the backyard. The acreage is mostly wide, instead of deep, and I can lob that ball almost the length of it, sending him bolting. Or, sometimes, I’ll launch it into the atmosphere, and watch Tanner dance around trying to see where it’s going to come down. It’s often better entertainment than watching television. 

It’s late spring, and within a few minutes we’re panting and there’s a sheen to our foreheads. Tanner throws the ball back to me and puts his hands on his thighs so he can catch his breath.
“Worn out?”
“Getting warn out here.”
“It is.”
“Sun feels good though.” Tanner stretches as he walks toward me. “I think I need to get back to work though. A ‘brb’ only lasts so long.”
“I understand that. Do you feel better?”
“Yeah. I do. Feel more relaxed, thanks, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. Sometimes taking care of your pup is guess work. Glad to have guessed right.” I take off my shirt and wipe his forehead, so I can kiss it.
Tanner smiles. He takes my shirt from me and smells it. 
“Am I getting my shirt back?” I ask.
“No,” he replies. His eyes are creased in the corners and he has a sparkle there.
We walk back into the house together. “Well. When you are done with work for the day, I’ll ask for it back.”
“That’s fair.”

We get something to drink, and he goes back to work. I wait patiently until he is done for the day. When Tanner leaves the guest room where his “office” was, I am standing outside. 

“Oh hi Sir.”
“Shirt.” I hold out my hand.
Tanner hands it back with a teenage-level sigh. “Good boy.” I toss it over my shoulder, and immediately pin him to the wall next to the doorframe. I hold him there with a forceful kiss. Tanner makes a noise of surprise and presses his hands against my pecs. I push my pelvis against his and his body sticks to me like a magnet. Tanner rocks against me. I trail kisses down to his neck.
“You wanna move this to the bedroom?”
“No – don’t wanna stop.”
I shove my hand down Tanner’s underwear and run my fingers down his shaft, which is now firm and taut under the fabric.
Tanner whimpers and thrusts against my hand. As much as I hoped to fuck him, I begin to appreciate his choice. His cock feels wonderfully warm in my palm, pulsating and dripping. I can feel every muscular twitch of his body, and the thrum of his heart. Tanner is starting to sweat, and his smell drives me insane. I need to collar him, so next time we do this, I can grab onto it. No one makes me see red like Tanner. The urge to dominate him turns me into a beast. 

I yank Tanner’s underwear down so I can have more room to play with him. He begs for me to keep stroking. I do, slow and teasing, caressing my calloused fingerpads against his cockhead until he is baying.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum, pup. Shoot on the floor.” I switch my grip to a fist and pump him from base to tip.  
Tanner cries out and wetness spills over my fist as I bring him over the edge. He throws back his head. His grip bruises my arm. I could hear the splatters on the floor and nearly come myself. I’m not focused on my own pleasure though – that will come later. In this sliver of time, nothing matters more than milking Tanner’s cock dry.

Tanner breathes heavily and looks at me from under heavy lids. “Wow.”
“All out, let’s get it aaaalll out boy.” 
“Feels so good, Nadir. Sir.”
I press my fingers into the base of his cock, right above his balls. I’m rewarded with a few more drips.
"S-sir it’s sensitive!”
“And going soft.” I cup his balls for one more touch and drop my hand.
Tanner kisses me. “That was unexpected, but wow. Amazing. Thank you Sir.”
“It was my pleasure.” I toss the shirt on the floor to clean up the cum. 
“Nooo not the shirt.” He starts to bend down for it.
“Leave it. Leave it.” I pick the garment up with my toes. 
Tanner sighs. “Fine.” He pulls his underwear back up. 
“You can leave them off.”
Tanner shrugs and drops the underwear. He bends to pick them up, but I snatch them out of his hand. 
“Ha mine!” I shout.
“SIR! That was SO sneaky! Wait. Leave it!”
“Doesn’t work on me, pup!”
“Siiiiiiiiiiir!” Tanner chases me into the kitchen, then the living room, where he catches me; and we have a proper wrestle before our stomachs rumble and we run out of energy. I make him his favorite mac-n-cheese and hot dogs for dinner, despite it not being my preference; I must be addicted to my pup’s smile.

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