Tag: kept boy
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“Boy? Boy are you awake?”“Mmmnnn. Yez-Zir.”“Poor thing, you are so tuckered out from the demonstrations we did today. You were such a good boy today. Made me very proud.”“I love you Sir. Anything for you Sir,” the slave murmured, leaning against his Master’s touch.“I love you too boy. You are going to fall asleep in…
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Making sure your slave waits for you like a good boy. He hasn’t earned the privilege of being unsecured your home yet, so he’s kept in the bathroom like a good pet until you return. Lucky for him the bathmat is soft and he can get in a good nap, which will help pass the…
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mastera6: A young pet. “Aww, you look so frightened. My poor pet. The first few days are always so scary. Don’t you worry, I’m not going to torture you and lock you in a cage downstairs. That is, unless you want me to.” His eyes go wide. I try not to laugh at how easily…
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gayboykink: Come on, pup, get in your cage! And remember: no barking. The guests are coming in a few minutes and I don’t want you to embarrass yourself by jumping them or humping their legs as they enter the room. Chopchop, off you go, and behave! Gooood boy! *clicks lock shut* Good boy indeed. “You…
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“Congrats, you passed your Chem mid-term, read ahead on your English assignments, and you re-registered your car. You have been such a good boy this week, I think you definitely deserve my cock.”Heath licks his lower lip, involuntarily. “Really? Really really? Been thinkin’ about it so much lately…”I begin to undo my pants. “Hell yeah.…
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Mikhail posed for a portrait showcasing his two favorite things in the world – his family’s old summer dacha and his beloved pet faggot of ten years. He loved to bring the boy out here to the wilds outside of St. Petersburg and live nude and unencumbered by work or societal standards. Mikhail wanted a…
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There are a lot of rooms in this old, fine house, but I have a favorite. You’d probably assume it would be my Master’s bedroom because of all it implies. His bed is where he sleeps, and when on rare occasions, I am allowed to join him – a highly desired reward. His bed is…
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My phone rings just around noon. I push around the papers I was organizing until I find my phone. I glance at the number before answering it. “Hello Sir, what’s going on?” I ask. Atlas doesn’t call me in the middle of the day often. Once was for because he left his lunch here, the…
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Being collared will set you free. I could recall the sign word for word, as I saw it often hanging over the door of His dungeon. I pondered the phrase, initially thinking it was a contradiction. How could being owned and being collared result in any type of freedom? The more he trained me and…
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torontopup: kicksleathermen: Instructing his lad on the play out for the up coming session where he will be shared … Roy was trying to listen to his Master. He usually was entranced by the timbre of his voice, the low commanding tone he used to give instruction. His Master was laying out the specifics on…