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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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thethongkingdom:

Andy snapped his gum. “Oh hi Justin!”
“Hi sweetheart. You got a new haircut.”
“I did, you like it?”
“Love it.” Justin insisted. “How’s work today?”
Andy ran his fingers under the hem of his thong and snapped it. “Doing great, feeling great. Thanks to you.”
“You did all the work,” Justin insisted.
Andy smiled. “I appreciate you so much.”
“Love you too. Now get out there, make the boys happy.”
Andy stuck out his butt. “Say that, but give me a spank.”
“Get out there and make the boys happy!” and Justin punctuated that with an open palm smack on that beautiful round ass.
“Woo!” Andy grinned and winked at him and danced down the bar.
Justin chuckled to himself and shook his head. What a character.

The man sitting next to Justin turned to look at him. “Is that your boyfriend?” He pointed in Andy’s direction.
Justin took a sip of his drink. “No, that’s my client.”
“Oh, I get it, he’s your escort?”
“No no, you have a bit wrong. I’m his therapist.”
The man blinked. He looked at Andy gyrating on the bar with confidence and glee and glanced back at Justin. “Are you taking new patients?”

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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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vallentiro14:

Blake rests on the bed after his post-morning orgasm. From where he is on the bed, Blake can see into the bathroom. His houseboy Neil is putting a plug in. He usually showers after Blake leaves for work. Blake sighs. He counts the amount of times he had his houseboy service him in the last week. Then the last two weeks. Blake ran out of fingers on both hands. Blake stares at his hands. God, I’ve been so lazy. When did I go out last? When did I last have a hook up? I can’t remember the last time I even checked Grindr.

“Boy?”
“Yes sir?” Neil replies.
“You can have the evening off. I’m going out after work.”
“Oh? That’s not on the schedule, what inspired that decision?”
“I have become a bit of a homebody. I think I need a change of scenery,” Blake explains.
“Would you like me to find you mdma or anything for your Friday night out?”
“No thank you, boy. But prepare for a guest. I may bring someone home.”
Neil nods. “I’ll plan for three for breakfast.”

Blake was putting on his coat to leave for work when his houseboy came downstairs with a duffel bag. “Here you’re going to need this.”
“What’s in here?” Blake asks as he took it.
“You can’t go out this evening dressed in your work clothes, Sir.”
Blake puts the strap over his shoulder and unzips the duffel. Inside is a mesh top, leather pants, his Doc Martens, and his leather harness. “How could I ever think to go in my work clothes,” he mutters to himself, a tad embarrassed. In the side pocket is condoms, electrolyte powder, and poppers. “You are a wonderful houseboy, thank you.” Blake kisses him on the lips.
“Thank you Sir.” Neil beams.

Blake walks to the car feeling taller. He couldn’t wait to get off work tonight. It had been too long since had gone hunting in the dark basements of techno clubs. He swore he would not return home alone. If things went really well, maybe three-for-breakfast could have a second meaning.

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Steven was woken up at 2 in the morning with a gentle nudge and the sensation of someone climbing into his bed. “Roll over, I need your ass.”
Steven did as he was told. At first he wasn’t sure if this was Jason or Jack, they sounded as much as they looked alike, but as he felt the breech inside of him Steven could tell it was Jason just by the length.
“Damn girl wouldn’t put out tonight,” Jason grumbled. He grabbed a hold of Steven’s thighs and pounded him, grunting as he poured out his frustration into the tight heat of Steven’s ass. Steven was still half asleep but was kept awake by the heady sensation of arousal building with every thrust of Jason’s cock. He moaned softly. He loved feeling a man inside of him. If this was a dream, he waned it to stay this way.

Jason jackhammered his ass with hard smacks until he finished with a loud grunt and a hard upward thrust. “Fuck, fuck!” he hissed through clench teeth as he unloaded his blue balls up Steven. “Oh sweet lord in heaven, fuck. Yeah that’s it.” He pulled out until the head caught and then pushed in to the hilt. More cum shot out. Steven shuddered and broke out in goosebumps.
“Yeah that’s it. Fuck.” Jason exhaled. He sat back and pulled his cock out. Steven whined at the loss of it. Jason’s seed dripped down his ass. Jason gave one cheek a smack. “Thanks boy. You’re the best thing about this frat, seriously.”
“Uh – thank you,” Steven managed.
“Damn straight. Man, I feel better. Damn girl blue balled me. I don’t need her, fuck that.” Jason got off the bed and pulled on his pajama pants. “Thanks, see ya in the morning.” He left and closed the door behind him.
Steven laid down on the bed and groaned; it had been too short. He reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer and masturbated furiously until he came all over his his hand.
Steven woke up in the morning bleary and sticky. He didn’t mean to fall asleep like that, and he was grossed out when he realized it. What if one of the other guys in the frat came in to see him this morning and found him like this? Steven chided himself and hurried to strip the bed and get into the shower. Oh man, what if Jack made a rare visit this morning? There’s no way he’d fuck Steven if his brother’s load was still in him. Steven would have kicked himself if that was the case. What a pity it would be to lose a chance at Jack’s cock. Thing was tapered and felt like taking a traffic cone.
Steven put the sheets in the basket. Hm, Jack woke up at 8 right? If he hurried, he could be there to see if that magnificent cock needed some attention. Steven turned on the shower and wondered what the twins’ dad was like. He must be hung like a bull to produce studs like Jack and Jason! Steven was so lucky they were both in his frat. “I need to thank that man one day,” he said to himself as he got into the shower.

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ultrasublimedelusion:

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👅🍒💦

Tanner looked down at his cock and sighed. Why did he shave his pubes for a guy? Why? It looked so silly. “Oh the stupid things we do for men,” he said to himself. He gently worked his fist up and down his shaft as it stiffened in his hand. Well it did make his cock look bigger, but more pitiful. It was extra-naked! Tanner gave it some sympathy strokes. “Don’t you worry, it’ll grow back. We’ll do some nice exfoliating and skin care, and then I’ll find you a nice man to play with you and who can milk you dry – make you shoot all the way across the room! I owe it to you, that last one was a real mistake. I blame the alcohol.”
Tanner could have sworn his erection seemed a bit prouder now. I think I have a nice cock though,” he said to himself. “Someone out there has to love my thick chubby cock in a small pair of panties though. Just have to find that person who won’t be able to keep their hands off me, maybe someone who will lean over and whisper in my ear at the line in Starbucks: Are you horny sweetheart? Is the silk rubbing on you the right way? Why don’t we go into the restroom before we leave and see how far your foreskin is pulled back and how wet you are.”
Tanner groaned and increased his speed. “Fuck, I should have stayed home and focused on myself this weekend instead of going out. Even my fantasies are making me hotter than that guy ever did!”

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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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Arnold was checking his tan lines when a shadow fell over him. He puts his arm down.
“Can I help you?”
The boy bit his lip. “I noticed you have an erection.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.”
“Well, I do. I was wondering if I could suck you and relieve it for you.”
Arnold leans back and considers the young man’s offer. “Are you expecting money for this?”
The young man scoffs. “Is my technique worth money? Yes. It’s worth of lot of money, but my priority here isn’t income. It’s cock. And my desperation to run my tongue up your balls.” 
“You are forward aren’t you.”
“So what? Who gives a shit.” The boy says and grins.
That wins Arnold over and the corner of his mouth lifts. “You can start on my balls first, and if you do well, I’ll feed you my cock and my load.”
The boy breaks into a smile and does a little clap. “Yyyeesss. Thank you Sir.”
“Sir, huh. And you’re polite too. What’s your name, boy?”
“Sebastian.”
“Sebastian, nice to meet you. I’m Arnold.”
“Oh, Arnold, the pleasure is going to be all mine.”

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rumpusboom:

#Daniel Montoya

Cam exhaled. “Wait wait, do it again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, pull it down and up again.”
Jake pulled the thong down and brought it up. “Like that?”
“Yeaaah… do it again.”
Jake grinned at Cam over his shoulder. He made a show about pulling the thong down while bending all the way over, making sure Cam could get a nice view of his hole and his balls. There was a groan behind him. Jake pulled the thong up slowly …slowly…until he was standing upright, and he made a dramatic show of lifting the thong back into place and letting the side straps sit on his hips. “How was that?”
“Well. I’m hard again.”
Jake barked out a laugh. “I’m flattered. How is that possible though you just fucked me five minutes ago. I’m pretty sure the condom in the trash is still warm.”
“I have no idea, but we still have one more condom right?”
Jake picked up the box. “Yeah we do. You serious, you want to go again?”
“Fuck yeah I do, get the lube and bend over the arm of the sofa.” Cam stood up and walked over while untying his sweatpants.
“I thought you wanted me to make dinner,” Jake teased as he rested his forearms on the arm of the sofa.
Cam grabbed a big handful of Jake’s ass. “This rump is my dinner.” He smacked it.
“God, I love it when you smack my ass like that.”
“Like this?” Cam did it again.
“Y-yeah. Fuck, now I’m hard. Bent over the arm of the sofa like this feels so slutty.”
“Wait until you’re being fucked over it.”
Jake put his head down and groaned. “Fuuuuck yeah, we’re doing it, fuck me again, Cam, fuck me!”
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