All Because of the Boys

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    [Sequel to Egg Gets Rehomed] Egg paused between rows of apple trees and gazed out to where they vanished into the misty horizon. The first efforts of frost on the grass crunched under his leather slippers. The sun was barely past the horizon, the hour early. Egg took a deep breath of the crisp, fruit-scented…

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    bondcyberrole: TOPIC: four college buds sharing a cabin rental together are about to change clothes and hit the few bars in the small resort town nearby. two will get lucky, finding the perfect piece of tail and spending the night elsewhere. one will go back to the cabin drunk and sadly horny from a futile…

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    He’d been such a good slave lately that I rewarded him on the anniversary of signing our contract. He couldn’t believe his eyes when I gave him his breakfast dish – fried honey ham pieces drizzled in maple syrup, eggs with bell pepper pieces with a squiggle of-ketchup, and fresh peach slices bathed in cream…

  • chasteslvdog: Sir, Please let me cum, Sir……..

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    chasteslvdog: Sir, Please let me cum, Sir…….. chasteslvdog: The slave has been locked by hypnosis for 5 days without cum till now. I was having 80% hard on for 80% of time in the office, and feeling constantly dripping inside my pants. I wanted to cum so much that I didn’t care if my coworkers…

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    When I bought my farmhouse, my mother taught me to look past the surface layer and look instead at the potential. Anything can be repainted, faucet fixtures can be replaced, carpet can be ripped out, rooms can be added, joined. It’s more important to focus on the foundation, check for mold, etc, All of that…

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    “No, baby, stop touching it. You gave your body over to me for discipline training remember? No no, don’t drag it on the carpet! There, good. Focus on your ass. Arch your back like …that, yes, you’re fucking gorgeous. … Stop touching it! You really have no self-control, do you? Hm. You know, I think…

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    The fag hauled all the heaviest supplies two miles from the truck to the camp site where they were to spend the weekend repairin’ fences. It was only fair to the horse, who was already carrying his Sir. Once there, the Master instructed his boy to strip and rinse off in the river. Not only…