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“So I’ll pick up the cake for the party, and then you can pick up the wine mom loves and – …Jesus, Marty, what is that?”
“What’s what?” He asks, brow furrowed.
“This.” She points to his back. “Looks like an infectious disease. Is your tattoo infec… wait. Are those – bite marks??”
“Uuuuuhhh…”
“Dude, those are some serious marks.”
Marty rubs the back of his neck and turns red. “Um, my boyfriend is a little possessive?”
“Are you sure he’s not a werewolf?”
“Oh shut up sis. He’s not even hairy.”
“Ha! Well. Be careful, if he tries to eat you you may want to break up with him.”
“With how good he is in bed? I think not.”
“…I love you Marty, but I don’t want to picture you getting laid. Congrats on the sex though.”
“Thanks, Jen. I’m proud of myself too.”
“Just uh, don’t wear a tank top to mom and dad’s anniversary party ok?”
“Duly noted.”

[The day of the party]

Marty looks in the mirror and adjusts his shirt. He pauses, then gasps. “Oh fuck he gave me a hicky last night! Fuck!” He runs to his roommate’s room. “Harvey, honey, you need to cover this up.”
Harvey looks up from his issue of Cosmo. “Oh now you want to play with my make up. Everyone snobs a drag queen until they need one. MMhmm.”
“Pleaaaaaase? I’ll buy you dinner at that bougie Italian place you like.”
Harvey sighs in a dramatic way. “Fuck, you know I have a weakness for ravioli. Alright, alright. I’m only doing this cause it’s your parents. jock gays and your problems…”

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“Welcome home Da–mmmmhhh,” Lars melts into a kiss. “Hi Bretty. You taste like chocolate. I missed you so much today.”
“Me too. Been thinking of you all day Lars.”
“Have you?” he asks, batting his lashes. “You missed me too?”
Brett answered by pressing more fierce kisses to Lars’ mouth, plundering him, and leaving him breathless. Brett’s hands soon moved from Lars’ waist to his front and begin to unbutton his pants.
“Oh Daddy’s in a mood isn’t h-mmmphh – oh I love it when you use your tongue~ ah!”
Brett spun Lars around and bent him over the counter top. No time was wasted pulling down his pants until his cock spilled out and his pussy was bare. “Brett!” he cried. 
Brett fumbled in a drawer for lube, but couldn’t find a condom. Fuck it. No time. He slapped a little on, and grabbed tight onto Lars’ hips. “You’re going to let me in right?”
Lars didn’t even get the ‘s’ out in ‘yes’. Brett pushed into his lover in one swift move, making the boy cry out and clamp down tight around him. It gave Brett veritgo – god he loved it when Lars pulled him in! 

“Yeah that’s it, oh god yeah that’s it. Fuck I’ve been wanting your pussy all day, just wanted to see you take me, boy,” Bretty growled. “No – down. Stay down. No touching. Arms on the counter. That’s it.“
Lars obeyed. His body moved independently from his brain. When the angle changed, Brett slid in even deeper. Brett moaned as his pulasting cock was fully enveloped and Lars whimpered as Daddy relentlessly took his ass.. Strong hands cupped Lars’ pecs and squeezed. Lars began to moan as loud as Brett when the fabric of his shirt rubbed against his sensitive nipples. 

Then, when it couldn’t get any better, Brett’s paw-sized hands sought Lars’ cock and began to stroke. All of Lars’ bones just turned to wax. His head drooped. “Oh Daddy! Oh god..Daddy – just- ah fuck feels so good!”
“Not as good as you feel to me,” Brett cooed. “That’s it. Push back on me. Damn you are such a good slut for me. Daddy likes his good slut.”
:I’m your slut Daddy, forever Daddy – my pussy loves you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Brett snickered. He wrapped his arms around his boy’s thin waist. “It’s coming
it’s coming!-
aaaahh, there – there it is! Fuck!” Brett slammed into Lars like a freight train chugging with a hot engine. He bit his lip so hard it drew blood, and exploded into his boy’s body. Lars knew to let Daddy come first, and he was not far behind. When fingers teased his cockhead his knees trembled and cum gushed from his cock. 
“Daddy!” he squeaked. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Lars’ feet cramped from how tight he was curling his toes. “Ohhh Daddy~”

And then it was over. They stilled, panting, connected. The scent of pheromones and sex and cum floated around them. Brett took a moment to enjoy feeling human again and ran his hands over Lars’ body, appreciating him. 
“Now that’s how Daddy likes to be welcomed home.”
“Mmnn,” Lars responded, pressing his forehead to the countertop, feeling like he was only standing because Brett was holding him up. “The feeling is mutual.”

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After an intense pain-pig training session Master comforts HIS property. Using pain and pleasure to manipulate HIS slave, Master Mike expresses HIS absolute dominance with HIS mental attitude of absolute superiority and control.

“You made me very proud today. Master Will told me he was impressed with you, and I’ve never heard him say that about anybody. I know your back, your balls, and your butt are throbbing. When we get home I’ll put some cooling salve on, and while you go out for a piss, I’ll put a soft blanket in your crate instead of that towel so you can rest fully before feeding time.”
“Thank you Sir, it was a pleasure and a honor to serve you with my body and mind Sir. This slave humbly accepts your generosity and will use that time to rebuild my energy and body into something you can use and manipulate again.” The slave tries to keep his voice neutral, but he’s on the brink of being emotional. He loves it, absolutely loves it, when his Master pets him and plays with his hair after a session and talks to him in this low, soothing tone. It means he’s done well, and lived up to all expectations. Nothing can make a slave happier to be fawned on by a strict Master and recognized for hard work.

Master Julian crinkles his forehead. “Boy, if you need to cry, you have my permission to do so. It’s a normal response to an intense session, and you didn’t cry very much after that strapping. Takahashi’s boy couldn’t even make it the whole way through.”
The slave manages a “thank you Sir” before his voice cracks and he begins to make little gasping noises as the tears stream down his face.  Tutting, Master Julian pulls him into a bear hug, minding his back, and rocks him until his slave’s shoulders stop heaving. “There there…that’s a good boy, Exi. Let it all out. Burn it all away until nothing is left but the pillar of your strength and training.”

The slave hiccups, hilariously loud. Master Julian goes over to the sink area and wets some paper towel, then wipes the tears and snot off his boy’s face.
“There we are now. Feel better, boy?”
He nods, his head hanging low in exhaustion. “This slave is lucky to have such a caring Master.”
Master Julian shares with him a private, little smile. “Because this Master loves this slave very much and does not see merit in damaging his property. Mental health is just as important as physical health.”
“Th- thank you Sir, that makes this slave want to work even harder to be worthy of your attention.”
“It’s my job to find your limits, Exi. Just obey orders and the rest will follow. Alright now. Let’s get you home, you need your nap before you fall asleep standing up.”

On the way out of the Dungeon, Master Will pulls Master Julian aside and inquires if he plans to sell Exi, like he did the rest. To Will’s surprise, Julian gently rebuffs his inquiry. Unlike the other five other boys he’d trained and sold – Uno, Two, San, Quatre, and Fimm – something had clicked with number six, he explained. To tear apart the bond between a slave and a Master would be ruinous to them both. Master Will understands this nods. A shame, but at least they can still play together. They shake hands, and Master Julian takes his beloved Exi home to recover.

Master Julian struts all the way to the car, wanting anyone who was in the parking lot to see his marked slave’s body and know that this slave on a leash was unquestionably His.

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Text is fictional. Source is from Teen Wolf. The names of the past slaves are simply 1 through 5 in other languages – Spanish, English, Japanese, French, and Icelandic. Exi is Greek. Julian picked those names based on their bloodlines.

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“…Jet?”
Jet smiled at the familiar voice on the other end of the phone. “Hey Chris, nice to hear from you again – is everything alright?” Despite their failed attempt at a relationship, Jet considered Chris to be a friend, albeit a distant one.
“I um… shit, I feel like such an idiot calling you. Am I bothering you?”
“No, just at home, organizing my bookshelf. It’s pouring out, so I’m just chilling here on my day off. What’s up?”
There was a pause. “I just…shit this is so dumb. You said to call me if I ever needed anything. You still mean that?”
Jet furrowed his brow, curiosity eating him up. “Yeah of course. …Are you in jail?”
Chris made a noise. “What? No no, it’s nothing like that. It’s …well, when we broke up, I was not in a good place. I hated myself and convinced myself I needed to push you away. You know how I was, when I was horny I’d put out, then freak out the next morning over what I did – over and over again, let it eat me up inside?”

Jet sighed. He didn’t want to open this wound, really. Chris had explained it far too mildly for his taste. Chris was an insatiable cockslut when the testosterone was pumping and poppers were plentiful; but sober and sane, the guilt, disgust, and Catholic self-loathing over his preference of sex and eagerness to bottom put him in a horrible, rotten mood and spoiled his personality. He’d put Jet through the wringer, leading him on, then shutting him off. “How could I not?” Jet said. “It’s all we fought about for the last weeks of our relationship.”

Chris sighed back. He sat down on the bed and the springs creaked. “I just…you know, I’ve been thinking I owe you an apology. I’ve been thinking a lot. I drank a lot you left – too much actually, and woke up after having blacked out in a church. Our priest got me some help, a great therapist who specializes in LGBT lifestyles… I’m coming to terms with things, Jet, I really am.”
Jet was so stunned, he almost forgot he had to answer the man. “I um. Wow, damn, Chris. That’s amazing to hear. Not expecting it, to be honest, but happy you’re making progress. But if this is a call to get back together I don’t think I’m really ready to try another relationship with y-”

“No, no Jet, listen. I’ve been with some other guys, having some one night stands-”
Jet hated the surge of jealously that shot through him.
“-and none of them have given me such thorough orgasms the way you did. I’ve tried so many techniques, but I just can’t get that empty feeling afterwards like when we had sex!” His voice twisted with frustration. “I’ve tried everything and even though I jack off a lot, I still feel so pent up! I-…I’m calling to ask you to fuck me, Jet, that’s it, please. Just one good thorough fucking, to get it all out.”
“Jesus, Chris, you called cause you need cock? You baited me with pretty words and apologies so I’d fuck you?” Jet was now completely ignoring the books around him. “And then what? You’re going to just dismiss me?”

Chris huffed. “Look, I’ve had other guys since you, as I’ve said, some with poppers, some with out. You…you have this insane technique. Sex with you was a totally intense and powerful experience. I was addicted to it, but I wasn’t ready to handle it at all. You’re on a totally ‘nother level than other men. You’re the kind of sex that a man comes home to for the rest of his life. You’re not a club fuck. That’s why we were so incompatible. I wasn’t ready for that kind of sex, emotionally, but I was addicted. I pushed you away because it just left me reeling. I thought I could get it from others but, shit, I’ve had the taste though and nothing compares. Please Jet – my balls, they’re aching man, milk me dry, please.”

Jet sat there with his jaw on the floor. This wasn’t the same Chris he’d left behind ten months ago. He didn’t know what to say. It was mean to tempt him like this. Chris’s ass fit around his cock like it was born for it. Jet’s cock was curved, but Chris was a perfect fit, and the way he grabbed onto him… as much as he resented him, Chris was the only partner he’d had that made him see stars.

After a long silence on Jet’s part, Chris added, “If…you need some commitment, but only want to go half way, maybe we could be fuck buddies, at least. No strings attached, so if you hate me still, you don’t have to stay. You could probably even spank me if you want. I know I deserve it.”

Jet liked that idea more than he would admit it. He wanted to spank him impaled on his cock, and god he did deserve it. “Fuck. Just fuck you man, calling me like this, manipulating me, dangling your body as bait. Get the hell over here. Bring the condoms and the lube, cause you aren’t using any of mine.”
Chris gasped, “Alright! Shit, thanks man. I’m coming right now.”

It was like a day hadn’t past since Chris left. He was still handsome and young, sporting a goofy grin and the scar above his eyebrow from a childhood bike accident. Jet tore his clothes off and pushed him onto the sofa, getting that big ass of his in the air.

No one could fuck Chris like Jet did. Only Jet could give him that incredible, slow steady rhythm, each inward thrust nudging against his prostate. It made him drip like crazy. All the pent up energy, frustration from imperfect fucks, it all dissolved like butter on a skillet. Jet cleared him out. He filled him wall to wall and fucked him hard.

Chris reached between his legs to milk himself, and the pre-cum poured out of his body. He moaned and keened over how goddamn great it felt to be fucked by this god of a man. Chris’s dick got so slippery, he could barely hang onto it. When the orgasm finally crested, he shot a triple XL load all over the bed while screaming Jet’s name into the pillow. His balls burned from the effort, his cock spasming and twitching to empty every single tiny seed. On top of him, Jet couldn’t get a word out of his throat, just animalistic grunts and cries as he bred his man hard. He suddenly knew why the break-up had been harder than any other in his life – Chris was his bitch, his mate. His other half. Maybe now Chris had fucking realize it, and just maybe they could try again…

but he would get all the sex he could out of the man before he told him that. He wouldn’t let Chris win that easily.

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Text is fictional. The gif was made by fagsmut, but the source for it isn’t them, so I don’t know who these men are. Lemme know if you know, I wanna see the video.

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“I don’t give a fuck what you want. Do you understand me? I’m going to fuck you and you aren’t gonna scream you little bitch, cause I don’t need that hassle.”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“Now, are you going to be good and stay still for me?”
“Yes sir.”
“Are you going to fight me?”
“No sir.”
“Now that’s better. See? Putting up a fight is sure pointless. Now let me get my dick in you.” He pulls a travel packet of lube out of his sock, rips it open with his teeth, and pours it down the crack of my ass while simultaneously holding both my wrists behind my back. He coats his cock in the mess before wiping his hand on the sofa cover. Ignoring my protests, he throws his weight back over me and thrusts his rock hard dick into me. I scream at the intrusion, and plead for a condom.
“Nope, you’re lucky to be getting my seed up your ass, I want you to feel every hot drop coating your insides,” he replies, breathing whiskey flavored breath into my ear. He doesn’t let me adjust to his girth, he just continues to fuck me in abrupt thrusts, sometimes pulling out until the mushroom tip catches and then slamming it in hard.

I whimper and yelp, all while my dick throbs and drips while it bounces ignored between my legs. He has his way with me, fucking me to oblivion. He doesn’t slow down after he comes either, he simply pauses to chew on my ear and spank me before his cock stiffens and he begins to pound me again. By the time he ejaculates the second time, my ass is so stuffed full of his cum it’s dripping down my thighs. I grit my teeth as he reaches around and slaps my cock and balls a couple times until my own cum just jets out of me.

Finally, his muscles cramp and he has to dismount me. His slick cock slides out of me with a wet ‘pop’. Without saying a word, he walks out of the room, leaving me wet and sore and wrecked.

A couple minutes later he comes back into the room, wringing his hands a bit nervously, still red in the face from the effort. “How was that?”
“Holy god,” I moan, splayed out on the sofa, “Just how I imagined it to be – hotter even. It was such a rush to be used like that. Your dick was burning me up from the inside out. We have to do this again – next week, same time?”
“Fuck yeah I’d like to do that again. That power…” he puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “The way you writhed and pleaded under me, man, I’m glad I’m outta juice cause I’d be hard again.”
I smirk. “Lemme get you a beer and we can take a shower together.”
“Oooo shower beer, nice idea. Jeez, I’m so glad Marcus introduced us.”
“I’m grateful too – or should I say, my sex drive is grateful too. I’ve been wanting to try that kink for-ev-er.”
He gives my ass a jiggle as I pass by him to the kitchen and says, “You just gotta find yourself the right man to do the dirty work.”
“Mmm I think already did.”

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Text is fictional. Remember – sex should always be consensual and and have safewords, even if you are roleplaying.

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Ollie came home in a sour mood, pissed off after a turn of events at work. His slave X was washing windows when his Master stormed into the door. X quickly set down what he was doing and rushed to kneel in greeting, but Ollie had no patience for such niceties. 

“Face down on the sofa, boy, now.” That tone implied he wanted that done five minutes ago, his deep voice spiky with impatience and rage. 

X was going to say something about how he should probably wash his hands, but sensed it wasn’t so wise. He blurted out a “yes sir” and ran to the sofa to assume the position. By the time he was in place, Ollie was nearly finished shedding his clothing. He climbed up on the sofa and growled, “Your ass better be lubricated, boy." 

"Yes sir but – please Sir, I’m still sore from last night, please be-”
Ollie shoved his boy’s head into the pillows, “I didn’t say you could speak, boy!” Ollie’s cock was so hard he didn’t even have to position it; he pushed into his slave with one hard thrust. Under him, X cried out into the pillow. Ollie did not relent – when he got ticked he got aroused, and he poured every single drop of his temper tantrum into his boy’s ass squeezing like a vice against him.

X’s yelps diminished to whimpers, then low moans as his Master exercised his sore and used hole. Once his body warmed to the intrusion, the pain melted away and intense pleasure filled its void. X just had to remind himself his purpose was to serve his Master, and he was serving now exactly as intended; hell, he should be grateful his Master didn’t take his bad day out on him with the whip. The more X focused on submission, the better it felt to be fucked.

X’s body was the balm to Ollie’s temper. Ollie bellowed like a bull and gushed cum into his slave’s ass, thrusting non-stop even through the climax. When every drop was spent, his frustrations went with it. He exhaled loudly, panting, then went still. He released X’s head so he could breath. X took this moment to utter a “thank you, Sir”. 

Ollie gave that ass a couple sharp smacks then slid off the sofa. He felt…well, wonderful. “Man, William can go step on a lego. Fuck him, just…fuck him” he said to no one in particular. He gave X’s ass another smack then walked over thrust his dick in X’s face. “Clean." 
The slave made eager work of cleaning his Master’s seed off his cock. Well clearly his Master had overlooked his discrepancy of mouthing off earlier if he was allowing him to clean! His Master’s cock tasted of lubricant he’d applied an hour ago and his warm seed; X could have sucked on it forever. When Ollie was satisfied, he grunted and pulled it away. He then dressed in silence.

X was watching him from the sofa. When his Master got to his shoes, he gave his slave another order, "Plug your sloppy ass then get back to those windows or I’m gonna piss all over them and make you lick them clean.” He then grabbed his keys and left the house.

X blinked. Well, whatever just happened, his Master was clearly in a much better mood now. X was pleased. He had been a bit anxious, but by quickly putting aside his own pointless problems, he allowed his beloved Master some peace of mind. Good. X hoped whatever was going on his Master’s life was resolved soon. He quickly went for a plug then got back to the windows, humming as he worked, ignoring his cock pushing against his chastity cage like always.