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betopigxxx:

piglandia:

cooking up some hot sausage 😉

#WeLoveNASTYPIG

“Honey?”
“Yes dear?”
“Do you want me to leave the sausage long and curved, or should I cut it up so it will fit in your mouth easier?”
There was a distinct sound of water being spit out. “Jesus boy!”
Mad giggling came from the kitchen. “I think long and curved is better. It fits in a bun sooo much better. Holds the spicy flavor in much better too. Nice and -” There was a sizzling sound as the meat hit the pan. “Hot.”
“Dammit boy. I’m trying to watch the game here.”
“Watching men play with one big ball? I mean, I’m in here and I have two.”
“That’s it. You get in here so I can spank you.”
“I’m cooking! I can’t leave the food or it’ll burn. Come in here and spank me.”

The boy heard the television being muted and footsteps as his man came into the kitchen. “Now I told you about bothering…”
The boy looked over his shoulder. “Hm?”
“You’re cooking in my favorite jockstrap. And that T-shirt that fits you really well.”
“Am I? Just too hot to wear pants in here.”
“Your ass looks so hot. Mmn…I think we need to warm up the buns before dinner.”
“Oh! Honey you’re hands are cold! Oh! Oh my – Oh my god, you are not going to fuck me standing up against the counter? Oh my god you are.”
“Either that or a spanking?”
“Well duh of course I want you to fuck me.”
“Be careful not to burn the sausage though. Or I will spank you.” His man picked up the yet unused spatula sitting on the counter and smacked the boy on the ass with it, making him jump and squeak. “Like that. Now watch the food while I enjoy my appetizer.”

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Captions are fictional. Cute butt on that boy :3

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“Back straight. There we go. Great posture.”
“Thank you Sir.”
I nod, even though he can’t see it. “You know why you’re sitting there in a time out?”
“…for mouthing off?” Joel asks.
“Yes, good, boy. But that’s just it…you are still a boy. My boy. You’re young, in college. Life is full of hard work for you, but it’s still a time of play. I’m a man now. I’m all grown up, and play time has been taken up mostly by work. I know when I come home, you’re very eager to see me and you want to play. I know you’ve been waiting all day. So have I. Your waiting isn’t more or less worse than my waiting. Just because I need a minute to unwind, doesn’t mean you should get smart with me or say nasty, passive-aggressive things. It turns me off to hear ugly things come out of your pretty mouth. And forcing me to ravish you before I’m refreshed only cheapens it. You should be aware boy… I’m terrified of letting you down.”
“…Sir?” Joel asks softly, turning his head.
“Eyes forward,” I say gently.
Joel snaps his head forward and shifts a bit.

“I want to live up to your expectations. I know you’re a very horny boy. I know your pussy is hungry. I know how much you love my cock.”
“And how much I love you,” Joel adds softly.
I pause and sigh softly. Disciplining boys is sometimes so hard. “I love you too,” I say. “So much, it’s hard to imagine how I lived without you before. You know that. I just want to make sure when we are making love, that we’re both 100% on board, ready and eager. You’ll learn patience as you get older, Joel. I just have to nip this bossy, demanding behavior in the bud before you turn fully spoiled. That’s why you’re in time out. Next time you think of saying something impulsive and ugly, you’ll think of being in time out and how much you hate it.”

“Thank you Sir. You’re right. I don’t think clearly when I’m horny.”
I nod again, although Joel still can’t see me. “I think that’s hot by the way.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Means you need me, bad. I like that. I just…have to be a grown up man first sometimes, and your lover second. You know, for your own good.”

My boy’s shoulders relax. “Yes, for my own good. I’m seeing that now.”

“Good boy. You have fifteen more minutes in time out. You can cross your legs if your knees are cramping.”
“Fifteen?” Joel protests. “It was fifteen minutes when we started. Should be ten by now!”
“Well yes, but your hat reminded me. The San Francisco 49′ers beat the Colts in overtime last night due to the poor call by the ref on that fumble. You sided with the ref,” I reminded him.

Joel groaned, and I swallowed a laugh. Ok, being a grown-up could be fun sometimes.

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Text is fictional. I think this is the OP.

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Joseph came home from his job as a broker to find discipline needing to be issued. Blake had greeted him kneeling at the door, offering up the broken pieces of a nice Pyrex ceramic baking dish. Joseph hated to see the shame on his face. He gave Blake a kiss hello, then instructed him to remove his pants and bend over his knee as he sat down on the sofa. Blake was older than Joseph, but he absolutely worshiped Joseph as the more alpha male of the household. He did exactly as he told, eager to prove he was strong enough to handle it. Blake had been working on hard on being a stoic boy during spankings. He was usually so embarrassed by how silly he sounded whining and squeaking with every swat, kicking his legs like a kid learning how to swim.

Blake put one hand behind his back as a symbol of submission, but Joseph interpreted it another way. He grasped his boy’s hand. Blake was surprised to feel his Master’s touch, but seized it up with a big squeeze back. Even though Blake couldn’t see it, Joseph smiled.

“Twenty,” Joseph said gently. He felt his boy sigh under him.
“I’ll take them.”
“I know.” Joseph raised an open hand and delivered twenty, evenly spaced and relentless swats to his boy’s soft rump. What a nice way to unwind from work.

By 10, Blake was gripping Joseph’s hand hard; by 12 he was tensing and quivering with every swat, punctuated by tiny yelps. By 17, he was sucking air through his teeth and he was kicking a little. By 20, he was staring at the floor through teary eyes and trying so hard to fight the urge to squirm away.

“There we go,” Joseph said, “All done. You took your punishment well, boy.” He pulled Blake up. “Your bottom is a nice shade of red. Looks fitting on you.”
Blake sniffled and raised his arms, Joseph pulled his boy towards him, let him wrap those arms around his neck. It turned Joseph on immensely feeling that hot skin pressed upon his thighs through the thin fabric of his slacks. Now wasn’t the time for sex though. Joseph embraced his boy and rocked him, nuzzling him, until most of the discomfort had ebbed away.

“I’m sorry I broke your baking dish,” Blake said, his eyelashes still damp.
Joseph kissed him on the lips. “It’s alright. It was an accident, and it’s replaceable.”
Blake look relieved. “I’ll be more careful in the future. I was rushing to put the dishes away when they were still a bit wet.”
“Haste makes waste.” Joseph said.
Blake thought about it, then nodded, impressed by Joseph’s wisdom. “That’s a good lesson Sir. If…if I’m forgiven, may I take off your shoes, kiss your feet perhaps?”
Joseph raised an eyebrow. “How about you bring me my cotton pants and a loose T-shirt, and you can undress all of me and kiss my feet?”

Blake’s face lit up. “I’d love to Sir. Permission to fetch those items?”
“Permission given.”
Joseph watched him bounce off, admiring his glowing ass. He was really such a good boy. He wondered how he got so lucky as to find him. Joseph might be an underling at the office, but at home he lived like a King. He imagined some real Kings would probably be jealous.

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He sighed, “But Daddy-”
“The only ‘but’ I want to see is the one facing me. Go sit in the corner for your time-out, or I will double it.”
He pouted but shuffled over on his knees and did it anyway. I watch his cock jiggle between his legs as he lowered himself to the floor. Such a big dick on that boy!
I cleared my throat. “Tell me what you’re being punished for.”
“For staying up late, falling asleep with the TV on, and not turning on the dishwasher.”
“Yes. You broke your bed time curfew, and your TV curfew, and we had no clean dishes for breakfast this morning, so you are going to sit there for an hour and think about how you can improve for next time. …Don’t pout at me, it won’t work.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t more responsible Daddy.”
“Good. You will learn. 32 is too old to not have any discipline. You will be under my supervision until you are at least 35.
He sighed again. "I appreciate your investment in me, Daddy. Still sucks sitting in time out though.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer a spanking?”
“No!”
I gave him a slightly evil-sounding chuckle. I loved spanking him, because he absolutely hated being treated like a child. I got a thrill out of him flailing helplessly, feeling his cock harden and leak against my leg as his cheeks turned redder and redder. I saved that for big punishments though, as they were very effective. “That’s what I thought. I’ll come check on you in a bit.”

“…Am I still going to be allowed to play paint ball tomorrow with the guys?”
“Maybe. If you’re well-behaved today and give proper service to my cock.”
“I’ll be good I promise! I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue on your balls.”
You know exactly how to make me go weak, I thought. “Actions are louder than words, boy. You can show me later. Now you sit there, and think about why I put you there.”
“Yes Daddy.” He hung his head.
“ Good boy. I’m proud of you for understanding that I know what’s best for you.”

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“Hey William, you here?”
“Woah you’re home? Yeah um – shit I’m not wearing-”
I come into the kitchen and we catch each-other off guard. “Oh! Yeah you’re not wearing pants,” I chuckle.
“Gah, sorry, Patrick, I didn’t realize you’d back so early.” He blushed, holding his tank top over his crotch. It’s not long enough and pulling it down has exposed his pectorals.
I feel a flash of envy at his muscular body. “It’s alright, we’re both guys anyway.” I shrug.
“Yeah… that’s true. It just um, well it’s kinda sore so it feels better to just not wear pants.” He’s blushing even harder now and looking at the ground.

“Wait…Will, are you telling me? Did he -?”
“Yeah,” Will gives a sheepish smile, “He did.”
“Ohh he finally pierced you! Congrats. I know this is weird, but can I see?”
My roommate shifts foot to foot then lifts his tank top enough for me to see the tip. “See? Right through the foreskin.”
“Oh wow. That’s a pretty ring. Did it hurt?”
“It hurt so bad! But it was over in a second. Daddy said he was really proud of me.”
I long ago got over my uncomfortableness with him using that term to describe his significant other. Adult discipline relationships were completely foreign to me but I tried to be understanding. “So things must be going well hm?

Will covers himself again and smiles. "Yeah they’re going well. Really well. His lease expires in four months, we’re talking about perhaps moving in together.”
“You’re over there all the time anyway.”
“This is true. I dunno Patrick… I feel so comfortable around him. I love his presence in my life. Plus now, there’s this. I feel kinda warm inside when I think about it. He’s been such a positive force in my life. I’m happy he still wants to mark me, to make me his.”
“Aww, Will, you are so lucky to have someone like that. I hope to meet a girl one day that appreciates me half as much.”
“Oh! That reminds me…” Will scurries off in an awkward waddle.
“What?” I asked, setting my stuff down on the kitchen table.
He came back wearing a pair of loose shorts. “Here. The piercing girl was cute. She had a Young Frankenstein tattoo. I got her name and number for you.”
“Oh sweet! Thanks Will, you’re the greatest.”
He beams. “Call her.”
“I plan to. You know, I have a really long tank top I never wear cause it’s too long. You look really uncomfortable – you want that tank top so you can take off your shorts?”
“God yes,” he groans. “It’s so sore!”
I chuckle. “Poor Will. Love hurts.”

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Text is fictional. I think this is Czech model Martin Gardavský.

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Boris pops the SD card into his laptop, hopeful the footage confirms the noises he heard in the middle of the night. The file transfers and he opens it – and there’s the evidence, obvious as he can be. He sighs a little sigh of relief and punches the air with his fist. His youngest son, Michael, had been so far behind his other siblings when it came to sexual exploration. The others had gone through a natural progression, curious about dating and sex. Michael’s older brother was a horn dog and Boris had to put him in chastity a while so he would focus on his grades, and Michael’s sister had gotten caught more than once not wearing underwear to school.

Michael though… he’d been so shy, so withdrawn, that Boris had begun to worry his youngest son would never bloom. At first he thought it was because he was gay and nervous about it, but it was just Michael’s personality to be passive and introverted. Boris knew Michael needed a more confident, alpha man to guide him along the path to maturity.

Boris was beginning to wonder if Michael was going to transfer to community college to University without losing his virginity, when he got a phone call. A cousin wanted to check out Universities in the area for a Master’s program and would it alright if he stayed with you for a week? Boris was more than ok with it. Michael and David had been close growing up together, and Boris knew David was bisexual. It anyone could get through to Michael, it’d be him. To make sure, Boris sat down with him the first day he was here. It had been an awkward, but necessary conversation:

“So, as I said, you’re family and welcome in my home anytime. Just get settled and I can help you look at schools tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Mr. Cranbell, I really appreciate it. Montgomery Tech has a great Masters program in robotics, I’m really interested in it.”
“Maybe we can see if you can have lunch with the department or something. I know someone on staff there, I play pool with him.”
“That’d be fantastic! Personal connections are always better for building careers.”
“Indeed David,” Boris agreed. He paused for a moment. “David…on a new topic, I have a bit off an unkosher favor to ask you.”
“What is it, Mr. Cranbell?”
“It’s about Michael.”
David furrowed his brow. “What about Michael?”
“He’s… he’s well, behind. He’s not exploring properly for a boy his age, you know…” Boris struggled how to phrase this.
“Oh is it because he’s gay?”
“…You knew?”
“I can tell,” David said with a knowing smile, “I’ve suspected for a while. You think cause I’m sometimes into dudes that you want me to help bring him out of the closet a little?”
Boris sighed in relief. “I’m not asking you to make him out and proud, I just…he shouldn’t not have any experience fooling around at this age. I don’t want him to fall behind his other peers, socially.”
David nodded. “I see what you mean. I’ll see if I can talk to him a bit.”

To Boris’s relief, the simple chat had paid off. Michael trusted David, and loved him like a brother, and Michael was so relieved David offered to answer any questions about boys and body care he might have…and it quickly escalated from there. Michael was indeed too shy to approach a stranger, but with David there, be poured out all his questions. It wasn’t long before they were touching, groping, taking long showers. Then Boris found a condom wrapper in the trash.

Boris kept hidden cameras around the house to prevent burglaries, and the one in the basement kitchen near the laundry had given him proof that David had finally made a man out of Michael. Boris was elated. Once Michael went off to college, no doubt he would branch out and perhaps start bringing guys home for dinner.

What he didn’t expect was that he kept bringing home David. After David entered into the Masters program, he moved into an apartment nearby. Michael stuck to him like glue. Boris had to sit down with David again and ask him what was going on, because people were wondering why a pair of cousins were acting like boyfriends in public.

To his relief, David had a suitable answer ready: “Your Michael just isn’t a shy bottom, he’s a very submissive bottom. He’s nearly helpless without another man to guide him, direct him. He needs to be in a proper adult discipline relationship, but I haven’t found anyone yet suitable that I trust with Michael. Michael still has needs, in the meanwhile, so I’m taking care of him until the right guy comes along.”

Boris was shocked and touched that David was so invested in his youngest son. He would never admit it, but Michael was always his favorite. It was nice not to worry for once in his life. Michael was in good hands. His role as a father was ending, and it was time to let David take control. Boris put a hand on David’s shoulder. “I trust you with him, just all I ask, is please don’t hurt him.” David nodded. “I won’t.”

A couple years later, Michael did bring a man home for dinner. Boris tried not to cry. It’s never easy to see your kids grow up.

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You can’t say “no”, and there won’t be any “no"s, not when he’s looking at you like that. There won’t be a yes either, you’ll just sigh in acceptance and unzip your pants because you never had a choice anyway. You look around though, before the clothes come all the way off.

The bedroom isn’t clean. The laundry is still on the line. He hasn’t done his chores, or made dinner, or made the bed. You don’t even think he stripped the bed before he did laundry. He’s slacking off for sure, and you swore you’d spank him more to keep him in line; but you’re standing there, looking at him, and realizing that somehow he’s hoarded all of the control. As long as he presents that round butterball ass to you, ripe and clean for a fresh fucking, it doesn’t matter that he’s breaking rules because you can’t say no. Even if you do, your sex drive sure won’t. It’s hard to be a firm disciplinarian when your cock and your heavy balls are betraying you every step of the way.

You swear, as you grab the lube, that tomorrow won’t be like this. Tomorrow you’re gonna start getting serious with him. Really. Just, not now. Tomorrow.

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