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Jonas paused mid swipe of the razor and glanced over at his beloved boy who had been sitting quite contently on the floor, staring up at him from behind his leather pup mask.
“You enjoying watching huh boy?”
Rocky nodded.
“You aren’t getting my cock, I have to go to work.”
Rocky gave such a loud whine that it made Jonas chuff out a laugh. “You don’t always get it just because it’s out. It’s not a toy that belongs to you.”
Rocky made a grumpy noise.
“You can look at me all you want though.”
“Bark!”
“Not like I could stop you anyway.” Jonas finished shaving and washed his face off in the sink. He put on moisturizer and checked his skin. “Good.” Jonas reached for his clothes he’d put on the closed toilet seat earlier. He sifted through them.
“Rocky?”
“Aroo?”
“Where are my underwear?”
Rocky pretended to look around and shrugged.
“Rocky.”
He glanced at the floor and began to giggle; collapsing under the guilt immediately.
“Rocky, bring me my underwear. Now.”

Rocky was absolutely helpless against ‘the tone’. He padded off into the bedroom. After rustling through the dresser, he shuffled back in with a black pair in his mouth.
“Give.”
Rocky dropped them in Jonas’s hand.
“Wait.” Jonas held up a lace thong. “Rocky. These are your underwear.”
Rocky began to giggle again.
“I said bring me my underwear.”
Rocky refused to move.
“You are being a difficult pup today.”
More giggling.
Jonas handed them to Rocky. “Bring me my underwear, boy.”
Rocky took them in his mouth and dropped them at his feet.
Jonas thought about this. “Ok fine.” He put them on, but they were about two sizes too small and barely held anything. His balls about burst out like ripe plums; the root of his shaft was an inch exposed.
“Woof,” Rocky said in a breathless gasp. His eyes fixated, he began to squirm and whimper.
“Nope, I told you, you’re not getting my cock.” Jonas began to pull on his khaki slacks, to Rocky’s astonishment. “You’re just going to have to think about me in this tiny lace thong all day. Which should be fun, since you’re not going to be wearing underwear yourself.”
“Aroo???”
“That should be messy, I mean, considering how far you are into chastity, you should be leaking all down your leg. I look forward to hearing about how wet and sticky you are when you get home from class.”
Rocky made a loud groan. He rushed back into the bedroom, brought Jonas a pair of boxer briefs, and dropped them on the floor of the bathroom.
“Nope. Too late.” Jonas put his shirt on. He pushed the briefs back at Rocky with his foot. “Put those away please. And you need to be dressed for breakfast. Are your Levi’s clean? I like how tight those are on you.”
Rocky threw his head back and groaned loudly at being defeated.

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“Well I’m not super comfortable sending nudes over Grindr, but I’ll send you this picture of my butt in this red underwear I just got if that helps,” Jesse wrote.
“It might help.” Ray was on the fence if he wanted to leave the house tonight for a hook up.
“Sent.”
“Oh I like the framing with the snake plant. You have a lot of plants?” Ray said.
Jesse texted back. “I have like 4. I’m newish to plants, though. You know about them? I think that snake plant needs to be repotted, and I’m kind of unsure how.”
“Oh ho. Look at this.” Ray sent a photo.
“GASP. Oh my GOD. You have a greenhouse??”
“It’s technically a small sun room. This was my grandmother’s house and she kept some plants in here; so when I inherited the house, I just continued …and here we are.”
“I am so jealous, they all look so healthy and gorgeous.”
“Thank you. They are my pride and joy. And listen, I would be happy to help you repot that plant of yours, but it is getting a bit late. Are you free tomorrow evening?”
“Yeah, I usually leave work about 5:30. I was going to make porkchops, if you want to come over? Or we can go out.”
“If you’re offering, I’d love that, I’ll bring a dessert,” Ray suggested.
Jesse sent a bunch of heart emojis. “Would love that, just not a fan of warm fruit, by the way.”
“Me neither. Send me a good time to head over and your address. And wear the red underwear.”
“You bet I will. ”

When the conversation ended, Jesse rolled over onto his back on the bed and clutched his phone to his chest. So a top wasn’t coming over to fuck him and do something about his horniness, but a plant daddy was coming tomorrow to breed him and he was thrilled. “I cannot believe my plants are going to get me laid.”

After Ray left the next night, Jesse got on his knees and gave the snake plant a big kiss on one of its leaves. “Enjoy your new pot, you earned it.”

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Luke texted Amir the next day after hooking up again: “Strange question. Piggy is missing. You wouldn’t have anything to do with that would you?
Amir texted Luke a photo back: “Me?”
Luke called Amir. “You stole Piggy??”
Amir dissolved into giggles “If you want her back, come over here and fuck me.”
“You thief! How did you even get her out of my house?”
“You were in the bathroom, and I snuck it out when I put my duffel in the car.”
“You sneaky naughty bottom.”
“It was her idea.”
Luke snorted. “I am coming over there right now. And I am putting you over my knee.”
Amir groaned. “Oh yes punish me. Tell me I’m a bad boy.”
Luke paused. “I didn’t realize you were into getting spanked.”
“You never asked.”
“Fuck. I’m packing an overnight bag. Be there in a bit.”
“Piggy and I will see you soon~~” Amir hung up.

Luke showed up forty five minutes later to find Amir in his underwear, waiting for him. He insisted on seeing Piggy first. When he picked up his favorite stuffed animal, he immediately noticed something was different. “Wait. She’s fluffier. What did you do to her? Wait, the hole in her neck is gone too. Is this my Piggy?”
Amir smiled. “It is. My mom is great at sewing. We undid more stitches, took the old stuffing out, washed Piggy and dried her in the sun. Then we restuffed her, and fixed the hole. We saved the stuffing if you want it for some reason, but it was really old and smelled awful.”
Luke was floored. He turned Piggy over in his hands and then squished her in a hug. “I can’t believe it. Why – but why would you do this for me?”
“Your birthday is this weekend right?”
“Yeah it is.”
“Ok, good, I was right. It’s an early birthday gift. Last month, you made a comment about how you were sure you were going to have to put Piggy on a shelf because she was falling apart. You seemed really sad. I know your mom gave her to you and it means a lot. So I came up with an idea to get Piggy a spa day for your birthday. Just…hoped you wouldn’t kill me for it.”
“No, I love it. I’m really really touched actually.” Luke crushed Amir in a hug with Piggy between them. He sniffled. “Thank you, this is a really nice birthday gift. I was really sad Piggy was falling apart. I know it’s silly to still sleep with a stuffed animal at my age but-”
Amir cupped Luke’s chin in his hand. “You’re never too old. Especially since you lost your mom at such a young age. She would be happy you loved it so much.”
Luke smiled and wiped a tear from his eye. “I hope so. I miss her. When she gave this to me before her trip, I never imagined she’d never come home.” Luke sighed. He looked at Piggy for a moment and drifted into a memory. Amir was patient. After a short period, Luke shook his head a little, coming back into the moment. He held up Piggy until she was eye level. “Man, she’s so fat now. She was basically flat before. Lookit how squishy she is. Squishy squishy squishy.”

Amir giggled. “Am I getting pushed out of the bed now because you have a new fat girlfriend?”
Luke swatted him on the arm. He put Piggy on the nightstand. “No, you’re the one I want in this bed. But she’s gonna watch.”
Amir laughed. “Nooo that’s so fucked up.” He turned the stuffie so it faced the wall.
“So now I have to look at her ass when I’m fucking you?”
Amir laughed harder. “Maybe I should put her back in my duffel bag.”
“Nooooo. No more kidnapping her. I’ll put her in the kitchen. Away from this den of sin.”
“Den of sin?? Are you serious.” Amir followed Luke into the kitchen; Luke perched her on the kitchen table.
“Oh I’m serious,” Luke said. “And speaking of sin, I hope you cleaned yourself before I got here, cause I don’t want to waste any time. I want to do enough things to you that you’re not getting any sleep tonight.”
Amir’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t know you had such a dominant side of you.”
Luke smirked. “You never asked.”
“I’m starting to think we’ve wasted our time together in bed just fucking when we could be doing more things…”
“Like spankings?”
“Are you still spanking me after all this?”
“You bet. But then I am rewarding you for this very kind gift.”
Amir ran his palm down Luke’s arm and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Promise?”
“Promise.” Luke hooked his finger into Amir’s underwear and dragged him back into the bedroom.

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Sexy

Mikhail had purchased Boris off the black market as a personal attendant – someone to keep his room, warm his bed, and act as the entertainment for him and his guests. Boris took orders well, and he seemed to adjust appropriately to his new position. But as winter warmed into summer, Boris began to wilt. Mikhail was concerned. It wasn’t a lack of things to do or thinks to stimulate his mind.

Boris enjoyed liked parties, he enjoyed lovemaking, he was good at the work he did, he spent his free time reading in the garden – but something was wrong. Boris refused to say anything was wrong. His family had been torn by debt and crime; the money Boris brought on the black market had helped his mother get an apartment. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

But Mikhail persisted. He waited until Boris was softened by particularly long session of sex to try to pry him open. Boris finally admitted he missed his brother – and to Mikhail’s shock, Boris began to cry. His father had sold both boys to pay off the debts to loansharks, something not unheard of for a poor family in a poor post-Soviet country. The boys had been separated. Boris assumed they would stay in contact somehow, but it was too hard. Boris was just so worried about his brother, Alexei.

It took Mikhail two months to track down where Alexei went. He was working in factory processing and packing drugs. The men were just indentured labor there. Basically meat. Meat had a price. Mikhail negotiated, closed the deal in a day, and sent his driver to go pick Alexei up. Alexei was bewildered when he stumbled out into the daylight to see a Mercedes waiting for him.

Of course, this was a surprise, and Boris’s reaction to Alexei’s arrival made everyone cry.

Boris bloomed overnight. Mikhail was almost bewildered by the change. Boris was full of energy, all smiles, lots of jokes and laughter. He was so eager to please and do whatever Mikhail asked, and then some. Instead of languishing around the home, or garden for hours, Boris went on long walks and swims in the river. Mikhail’s well-heeled friends were bemused by Mikhail’s attention over his boy and how delighted he was to make him happy. Why are you treating your boy like your boyfriend? they would say with a chuckle. After all, they’re only meat.

One day, Mikhail was the last one awake on a late summer evening. Boris was asleep, attached to his side; Alexei was splayed out in bed next to his wife. They had made love all evening. He watched the curtains blow in the wind. A boy for him, a boy for his wife. It had worked out so well. Mikhail felt a bit sorry for his friends. No doubt they were not utilizing the full potential of their “meat”. What fools. Bringing Boris and Alexei home was the best investment he’d ever made.

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“Why are you acting surprised? We both know that’s what we’re doing here. Cut the act. Also stop acting so nervous; no one is gonna know. See? Just relax. You can’t get hard if you don’t relax. I know you want me. Show me what you learned going to college in the city. Show me what you can do with your mouth. I know you won’t disappoint me.”

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Patrick fussed with the edge of his underwear for like the tenth millionth time that day. There was a bruise under the skin and the fabric kept rubbing on it. When he got home, he immediately took his pants off and had a look in front of the floor length mirror in the closet. To his surprise, Patrick couldn’t see a visible bruise. Maybe there was a faint purple shadow but in the dim light, it was hard to tell. He rubbed the spot and went to find a pair of sweatpants to put on.
He thought perhaps because the butt was mostly fat, that maybe a bruise on the muscle wouldn’t show up on skin the way it would on an arm or leg. Still that meant Brian had really been squeezing his ass quite hard to leave a bruise that deep.
Brian did have large, strong hands; when Brian had pinned Patrick’s wrists to the bed, he was utterly immobilized. It was rare anyone had the strength to do that to him. Being controlled, dominated like that, was almost terrifying, but the sex had been on another level. One hand on Patrick’s ass, one hand on his hip…driving his cock in like a piston over and over…
Patrick coughed and cleared his throat. He felt warm all over. Goddamn, he thought, he’s still getting under my skin. Wait. Brian had a hand on his hip right? Patrick wandered back into the closet and pulled the edge of his underwear and sweatpants down on his left side. There was a faint purple mark there, unmistakable as a fingerprint sized bruise. “Jesus Christ, he tenderized me like a piece of meat!” Patrick said to his reflection.
He pulled up his pants and rubbed his butt absentmindedly as he walked out of his bedroom. “Fuck, I really want to call Brian now….”

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“I have your tea Sir.”
“Oh, thank you Tobias. Set it on the counter.”
Tobias did so without spilling a drop. He stood by with his hands behind his back and waited the next order.
Andrej glanced around the room. “Where are my clothes to put on after my shower, boy?”
Tobias kept a straight face. “I’ve decided they’re not needed Sir. You are dressed enough.”
Andrej stared at him incredulously. 
Tobias dissolved into giggles. “Please indulge my fantasy for one more second Sir. I love how you look in your underwear.”
“You’re lucky I like to be flattered, or I should be spanking you for your cheekiness.”
“Thank you for indulging me Sir. Your face was quite amusing. I shall fetch your clothes Sir.” He bowed his head and disappeared into the full closet.
“You’re welcome,” Andrej said dryly. He sipped his tea. “Mn. Nice.”  He got an idea.

When Tobias reappeared in the bathroom, he was so astonished that he dropped the pants he was holding. “Sir, you’re naked! Not that I’m complaining…” 
Andrej kicked his underwear over with his foot. “If you like me in my underwear so much, you can dress me from the bottom up.”
“That’s a fitting punishment for my misbehavior, Sir,” Tobias said with a smile as he hung the clothes on a hook.
“A good houseboy knows his place.” Andrej wagged a finger.
“Of course Sir, thank you for the reminder.” Tobias picked up the warm underwear and held them against his chest. “God I love these. Alright, Sir, time to get dressed!”

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vallentiro14:

Carlos ran to grab the phone. “Hello?”
“Hey babe.”
“Hiii Johnny. How’s work?”
“I swear the view is the only reason I stay here.”
“Not good huh.” Carlos moved the bag on the chair and sat down.
“So annoying. But like, my co-worker’s girlfriend came to pick him up for lunch, and the receptionist was like confused because another girl came two days ago, and she let that slip, and there was a huge fight. And I’m just calling to let you know I love you a lot, and I’m feeling really smug that it’s not us.”
Carlos laughed. “Smug that your secret homosexual love life is better than the straights as theirs goes down in flames?”
“Exactly. Especially because my co-worker has made some snide comments about our ~lifestyle~. He deserves getting caught.”
“Being attracted to you definitely isn’t a lifestyle, Johnny. I had no choice in the matter. I was completely helpless.”
“You poor thing,” Johnny said dryly. “Must be hard being under duress.”
“Well,” Carlos said, “The hard thing is definitely true. I was out shopping – I finally found a tie to match that odd colored shirt I found at the thrift store, but the salesman at the store was so hot that I’ve been just like turned on since then. I’m really impatient for you to get home. I’m just pacing around in my underwear.”
Johnny made a frustrated noise into his hand. “How can you say things like that casually when I’m stuck here for the afternoon, Carlos.”
“Why don’t you take a long lunch?” Carlos asked with eagerness in his voice. “I’ll send a taxi. Tell your boss the fight was disruptive to your focus and you’re taking a break until the air is cleared.”
There was silence on the phone. When Johnny spoke his voice was in a low whisper. “Are you suggesting I skip out on work to come home and have sex”?
“That is exactly what I’m suggesting. Selfishly, of course.” Carlos was now pacing with the phone cord wrapped around his fingers.
“Is that in line with our lifestyle?” Johnny asked.
“Absolutely it is. We must keep up with the standards.”
Johnny giggled. “We must. I shouldn’t have a problem grabbing a taxi on 5th ave this time of day. Be home soon. And be ready.”
“Goddamn do I love you.”
“Love you more.”

Carlos hung up the phone. “Holy crap I can’t believe that worked. I am a lucky man.”

As bizarre as it was to see Johnny show up to their condo mid-day in his work clothes, it was even stranger to send him back to work freshly showered and freshly fucked. Carlos got nothing done for the rest of the day thinking about it – tossing Johnny’s jacket over the chair, yanking down his slacks, doing it right there over the dining room table. Redressing him after a quick shower. Sending him back to work with an interesting gait to his step and kiss swollen lips. Carlos didn’t even mind having to do the clean up himself. Having a secret homosexual love life could be a blast.

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Todd could barely look him in the eye. Joe was so intimidating. Todd had been attractive to him the day he starting hanging out at his friend’s frat house. All the guys there were jock-types, even the big bear-ish ones were strong and reeking of testosterone. There was something different about Joe. He carried himself with a quiet sense of superiority. He wasn’t brash and loud and a raging drunk. Despite being the same age as the other guys in his frat, Joe had an aura of wisdom and maturity the others lacked.

Todd just liked being near him. After a couple of times being around Joe, Todd began to think there was something else different about Joe from the others. And it wasn’t just his taste in movies.

After a party one night, Todd crashed on a sofa bed with his friend on the floor . Shortly after dawn he went downstairs for a snack, but ran into Joe going upstairs. And when he saw Joe, Todd nearly tripped. Joe was just wearing his underwear. All skin bare. The curve of his bulge filling his boxer briefs. It was too much. Todd froze and gawked.
“You finding something worth looking at?” Joe asked.
Todd should have apologized and scurried up the stairs. What came out of his mouth was, “Can I suck your cock?”

Joe looked real surprised. Then he looked amused. “I had an inkling,” he said. “Alright. You want it? Kneel and suck it right here.”
“Right here? On the stairs? Anyone could see us…”
“You best be quiet then.”
That turned Todd on something horrible, and he knew right then he was going to do it. He sank to the steps of the stairs and gazed up at this god of a man. After a few seconds ticked by, Joe’s face began to firm into a look of displeasure. Does he think I’m hesitating? Todd thought. Is he thinking that I’m changing my mind? I wish I could tell him what I was actually thinking. I wish I had the courage to tell him that I was real, real glad I didn’t kill myself as a teenager over being gay.
Todd ran his palms over Joe’s thighs and groaned. His fingers sought Joe’s waistband to pull down. Todd wished he could have shown Joe to his past teen self. His eyes would have bugged out past his head  – even further than the immediate erection! Todd wondered if he was hard right now, but he didn’t care to check. The important thing right now was getting Joe’s beautiful penis to full mast and those full balls drained before anyone else saw them. With men like Joe, you service them well the first time, and or you won’t be doing it again.

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