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Dmitri put his glass down. “Can I ask you something?”
“Da?” Nik replies.
Dmitri glances around. “I’ve heard a rumor. A rumor about you.”
“A rumor?”
“Yeah. A rumor. I heard you’re can be a bit of a faggot.”
”Why does that matter to you?”
”I’m curious. I like to know what kind of company I keep. And I’m guess you are, cause you’re not denying it.”
Nik stares cooly at Dmitri across the table. “Do you want to know why I am so successful?”
Dmitri shrugs. “Sure.”
“You said the other day that you’re impressed how I have a man for everything. My secret is my approach to success. There is a hierarchy to men, and men like to feel they are at the top. The best way to do that is to suck their cock or let them fuck you. And I happen to enjoy that. Most men like to give, but not receive. I have a gift and I use it to the most of my potential.”

Dmitri looks surprised. “That’s an interesting approach. You are right, I can’t imagine letting any man do that to me. But damn if you’re not right about the other part too, there are definitely some guys I would force to their knees and make them suck my cock out of a sign of respect.”
“But once they do that, and you’ve put them in their place, you feel satisfied that your network is aligned properly yes?”
“Perhaps.”
“If you enjoy it, maybe you want their company more and more. A beneficial network is formed. They take care of you, maybe you take care of them one day.”
Dmitri contemplates this and nods. “Da, da. So you only do stuff with guys if it’s a power move for you?”
“Mmnn. I’m not opposed to do it for fun, but only under some circumstances.”
“Oh, and what are those circumstances?”
Nik smirks and raises his glass. “Alcohol helps. Good company. A big bulge.” He bumps Dmitri’s foot under the table.

Dmitri smirks back. He takes his wallet out and leaves some bills on the table. “Let’s go back to my boat. I want to sunbathe in a bit.”
“Do you wear any clothes when you do that?”
Nyet.
Nik downs the last drops from his glass and sets it on his plate upside down. “Let’s go.”

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Terry heard the noise from the other room. He finished polishing his glosses with the little cloth he carried, then put them back on his face before he went to investigate.

I noticed the young man in the doorframe and the intense look of focus on his face at the officeboy he had bent over the table. “Oh Terry. You want a learning moment? Come here.”
Terry approached. “What’s going on?”
I gave the boy’s ass another swat. “Our officeboy here shredded a time stamped copy of an important document I needed from that medical office. And now I have to get another made and couriered from Downtown, but because it’s after 3 pm there’s going to be a surcharge. So he’s getting a spanking.”
“Is that so?” Terry asked, unable to tear his eyes off the bare curves of the officeboy’s back and ass.

I considered Terry’s reaction. I generally liked Terry. He worked here part time as a paid intern. Smart as he was handsome, Terry was 17 and already half way through university. Although the legal age of consent was 16 here, I purposely kept Terry sort of away from our officeboy as not to distract him so much; however, I could not pass up a lesson on education.

“Do your parents have a houseboy at home, Terry?”
He shook his head.
“So you’ve never had to discipline. Come here. I’ll show you. Come here, put a hand here on his shoulder, stand there…good. Now, when you strike you want to use an open hand and a flat palm. You want to strike here on the fattest part, too high or too low. If you strike the thighs, they can’t sit down and it’s uncomfortable to walk. You want to strike right in the middle and leave a lasting sting so…”

I trailed off. Terry wasn’t paying attention. He was gently caressing the supple curve of the boy’s already pink ass. I looked at his face, and that’s when I knew I had awakened something in there. Terry’s eyes were narrow and focused. He was feeling the heat of the early half of the spanking under his hand. Whatever Terry was thinking, he wasn’t saying anything, but I could tell by the small smile that was growing into a smirk that he liked it very much. He was still young, but he was getting the first inkling of what was his early alpha instincts. Terry was bright. No doubt he was sensing the power and thrill of having a boy under his thumb that needed guidance and direction. What Terry saw, no doubt, was raw material. Beautiful, golden, raw material. I was wondering what I had started when Terry spoke.

Terry was trying hard to keep his voice under control. “Can I try?”
“Try…?” I began. “Oh, you want to finish his spanking?”
Terry looked at me. “May I?”
“Mm I don’t see why not. How are you doing boy?”
“I’m – I’m fine, Sir,” he said meekly. He knew he was lucky to only be getting a spanking for destroying that document.
Terry licked his lower lip. “What a cute little ass. Ok, right in the middle…” He gave the officeboy’s ass a swat, making the boy squeak.
“A little lower,” I said gently. “And a bit harder.”
Terry tried again, and got a sweet cry from the officeboy.
“That’s it Terry. Good. Now give him fifteen of those.”

I stood back and watched with a knowing eye as Terry delivered. He had a knack for it, just as he did for business and math. Was there anything this wunderkind couldn’t do?

When Terry finished ten, he shook his hand. “Ow.”
I chuckled. “Forgot to tell you about that.”
After five more, Terry was done. “Looks good. Great work. Now, don’t forget aftercare.”
“Aftercare…?” Terry repeated.
“Yes. He’s nearly crying, you should say something.”
I purposely put Terry on the spot, to see what he would do.

Terry thinks, then pats the houseboy on the shoulder. “Sorry to have to cause you discomfort, but you made an error that was caused by not paying attention. If we can both learn from this, we won’t have to do this again soon. Now, how about I get you some tissues, and you can take a little break, drink some water  perhaps?”
The houseboy nodded, sniffling. “Ok. Thank you young Sir. I appreciate you taking time to re-educate me.”
“Good boy,” Terry said, the words slipping out of his mouth as natural as they could be. “Also, when you’re ready to return to work, let’s go over the shred pile and make sure nothing is mixed up in there that shouldn’t be destroyed.”

The officeboy stood up and nodded, wiping his tears with a tissue Terry had given him. “Good idea, Sir.”

Terry looked at me. I was astonished. I was sure my jaw was on the ground. Did I just let a teenager displace me? “Well done Terry. That was impressive,” I admitted.
Terry beamed.
I nodded toward the officeboy. “Don’t worry,  Remi, you’re still the best office boy we’ve had. You’re dismissed for a short break.”
The officeboy bowed his head. “Yes sir.” He pulled his shirt down and shuffled off. He was not permitted pants in the office, just his chastity device.

Then, it was just Terry and I.
“It seems you liked that,” I noted.
Terry shrugged sheepishly, adjusting his pants. “I dunno…I thought it was going to be awkward but when I got into it, I was just in this groove. I felt kind of connected to him. Does that sound weird?”
I shook my head. “Not at all. If it’s awkward, then you don’t have self-confidence, which means you’re not in control of your houseboy. Or officeboy. or whatever.”
Terry nodded. “I’m really glad you guys hired me for this internship. I’m learning more here than I’m learning in college.”
I raise both eyebrows. “Wow, why thank you Terry. We’re happy to teach here at Dunham Law.” I couldn’t help but thinking though that if we armed Terry too well, he would come back as a lawyer and crush us until oblivion. I made a note to offer him a job when the internship was over. I also made a little note to still keep him away from our officeboy for now. That was only cemented when I noticed Terry took a long bathroom break not an hour later.

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A boy in this position has so much potential yet one of my greatest pleasures is runny my hands over his taut body, down his crack rubbing his hole and cupping his balls.

Sometimes it’s not the sum of the actions, but the message it sends – it says: “I can restrain you however I please, to display you, to make you accessible to me, and I will touch you however I like. You have no say. I just want you to know what it’s like to feel helpless, and remember that I can give that to you any time I want, for however long I want. And if I want to tie you up tight just to cup your balls and tease your hole…well I am entitled to that.”

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“Come up!" 

Pierre sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. Then, he heard a click. Then another click. He turned and looked at the window, and saw a pebble bounce off of it.

He jumped up and peered out. Lucas was standing on the sidewalk below. Pierre opened the windows. "Good morning Lucas! Nice to see you, but what are you doing here so early? You have class today don’t you?”
“I do but – I just wanted to see you. I was hoping we could make love before school started?”
“Shhh!” Pierre laughed. “The whole street can hear you.”
“I don’t care,” he said back with a smile. “I’m mad about you. Can’t stop thinking about you. Every curve of your naked body fills my dreams, I see your smile when I blink, and I yearn for the warmth of your skin when you’re not here. I woke up this morning craving you.”
“Awww….Lucas!” Pierre blushed a bright red. “That’s- that’s just so sweet. But, love, people can hear you, sshh.” Some strangers on the sidewalk had stopped to see what was going on.
Lucas didn’t seem to care. “Please allow me to see you this morning? To make love to you so I can pretend we live together and I am greeting you with the sun?”
Pierre couldn’t shake the goofy smile on his face. Even if his entire block was getting an earful of this, he still loved dating a top that was also a romantic. “Oh for goodness sake.”
“Come on down, Pierre.”
“I’m not wearing clothes,” he admitted.
Lucas laughed. “Now who cares what the neighbors think?”
“Well, they’re gonna hear us soon anyway! Come up, my bed is still warm.”
Lucas made a noise of victory and ran up the stairs after Pierre let him in.

Once back in the room, he wasted no time kissing the lad and letting his hands roam over his Pierre’s nude body. He was still warm from sleep, and Lucas wanted in him immediately. Lucas cupped Pierre’s low sac in his hands, massaging and pulling while he kissed his mouth. He manipulated and teased the boy until he’d forgotten all about those people gossiping on the sidewalk.
“Bed, Lucas, please,” he gasped.
Lucas tore off his clothes in a hurry and pulled Pierre back into his own bed. He ignored his own cock, more fascinated Pierre’s own. He parted the boy’s legs and put his tongue to work, lapping at the swollen skin and pulling each testicle in his mouth. Pierre was soon moaning and wrapping his legs around Lucas’s head. He pushed the tip of his cock through Lucas’s lips and thrust his hips forward, desperate for the sensation. Lucas put his hands on Pierre’s thighs and held him still as he suckled, getting him nice and randy while he slid a finger between the cleft of his buttocks.

Lucas parted his lover like a flower opening its petals, sliding two digits into his interior with just enough oil for it to not be too slick. Pierre cooed and swore at the wonderful sensation rippling outward. “Oh Lucas!”
“Shh shh…” Lucas lapped at the fluid beading on the head of Pierre’s little fat cock.
“Enter me,” Pierre pleaded.
“Not yet.” Lucas took his time to enter two more fingers and work them to stretch his lover.
When Pierre warned Lucas he might shoot at any moment, the fingers and lips withdrew. Pierre unbraided his legs and let Lucas pull himself. He dipped his head to kiss Pierre, then lifted his legs and pushed the tip of his cock into his body.
Pierre gasped and clutched the bedsheets.
“Relax sweetheart,” Lucas murmured. Pierre tried, but Lucas was misreading the situation – he wasn’t tensing because it was painful but because it felt so good to be full that he tried to clamp down as hard as he could. A reassuring hand massaging his stomach got Pierre to relax, and Lucas pushed the rest of his cock in. Despite the early morning hour, he was already sweating from the effort. 
“God I needed this, I needed this so badly. You’re the antidote to my insanity, Pierre.”
“Lucas, you will always be a little crazy, but I love you anyway.”
Lucas chuckle and kissed him. “Can I move now?”
Pierre nodded.
Lucas kept his thighs up and watched himself disappear in and out of that perfect lily white ass. “Yes… yes…oh god, Pierre, you feel fantastic. You needed this as much as I did.”
“Be quiet and fuck me,” Pierre demanded, in one of his rare bossy moments.
Lucas felt a growl of possession rise up in him. ‘Yes sir.“ Their lovemaking took an intense turn and Lucas took Pierre as hard as he could, pushing the boy up the bed and into the nest of pillows. Both ignored the open window, allowing their cries to spill out to shocked passerbys. Their fornication seemed to go on for hours, and even the most puritanical pedestrians had to wonder if there was something special about heathen sex.

Lucas demanded Pierre stroke himself, and his eyes darkened as he watched his lover pleasure himself as he stimulated him from inside. "Good boy… you are so beautiful Pierre.”
Pierre blinked at him, his eyes wet. “I’m going to cum!”
“Come with me!”

Their lips met at the same time as they peaked, spilling their cries of passion down eachother’s throats. Lucas dug his toes into the bed and emptied his seed into Pierre’s tight velvet passage. He moaned deeply as the climax came in deep, throbbing waves. Pierre whimpered as the tingly sensation in his balls became a knot in his stomach, then the whole thing turned inside out and suddenly his belly was splattered in cum.

They rested there, locked together, until both of their cocks were soft and spent, but even then Lucas didn’t want to pull out. He wished to stay in Pierre forever, and Pierre felt the same. They were panting hard, flushed and pink.
“Oh Pierre…” Lucas murmured. “Oh my sweet Pierre…god, you just unravel me.”
“You were right Lucas, there are few better ways to greet the day than being thoroughly taken.”’
He snickered. “It does feel good doesn’t it?”
“Mmnn…but you know, I never cared for this type of penetration until you.”
“Really?”
Pierre yawned. “Yes. Something about you…makes me just fly.”
Lucas gave him a fond look. “Oh Pierre, keep talking like that and I will have to marry you.”
He raised his head. “We can’t marry, the church won’t allow it.”
“Oh fuck the church!”
Pierre gasped.
“God created us in his image right? Then God must have put us on this course. If the church won’t recognize love, then that’s their own fault.”
“Lucas, when did you get so bold?”
“When I fell in love with you,” he admitted.
Pierre knew he could be won over with pretty words. He smiled. “Well if you want to marry me, do the proper thing and give me a ring.”
“Can I put it on your cock?” Lucas asked.
Pierre threw his head back and laughed. “Oh you and your ideas!”
“One for your finger and your cock then?”
Pierre playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Can you afford that?”
“I’ll make them out of bread.”

That sent Pierre rolling again. They continued laughing and touching for the next half hour, until grumbling stomachs and their ripen scents caught their attention. A bath and homemade breakfast capped off the morning. Lucas showed up to class exactly one minute late, a very smug look on his face.

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A good, hard spanking will realign any errant behavior – but nothing drives that lesson home faster than a sharp strike to the balls. It’s also a good reminder for the boi why he must be naked when he’s over your lap, so every part of his body is available to receive punishment. Every ounce of him must learn these lessons, not just so he can serve men better, but so he remains disciplined and focused in every aspect of his life. Even when the tears collecting on his eyelashes dries up, the flesh stops stinging, and the bruising fades, the humility he feels will last a lifetime.

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When my Sir – I call him Sir because I respect him – comes home from working hard all day, I feel it is my obligation to guide him to back to sanity. He works in the emergency room of our county hospital, dealing with things I can’t even begin to imagine. Home is his sanctuary, so it’s inconsiderate to bother him immediately with annoying things from my day or to pester him helplessly that I’m hungry. I take initiative around here. I make dinner and keep the house clean so all he has to do is come through the door, accept his plate and his glass of wine, undo his tie, and sink into his favorite chair.

I’ll often rub his shoulders or his feet as well. Sometimes, when he’s finished he sets the tray aside, leans back, and undoes his pants for me. I take the hint immediately and blow him for dessert.

I know my Sir. I can tell by the tone of voice when he calls me, or texts me, that sometimes he needs something more than just being spoiled during dinner.

He’ll come home, exhausted after a brutal shift, headachy from florescent lights and a belly full of greasy cafeteria pizza and energy drinks. He’ll climb the stairs like it’s Mt. Everest, dragging his feet. The look of sheer appreciation when he comes through our bedroom door and finds me spread open and anticipating his cock makes my crazy happy. He just groans, so grateful I read his mind. My ass is his, my balls are full for him, all he has to do is grab the lube and bury his meat between the cleft of my ass. Instant stress relief, just insert tab a into slot b. He’ll pound out all his frustrations and failures of the day away and shoot the negative energy out into a condom. I always discard it with a smirk.

Yup, I definitely know what my Sir needs and desires. They say he has the lowest fatality rate in his ER, despite how over-worked and fatigued he often gets. His co-workers think of him as a god-like figure, the master of the crash cart, the wizard of intubation. Let them wonder. I’m sure they’d be surprised to know that it is a naked boy who aurifies Dr. Ashcroft’s talent for medicine.

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“No, stop. Don’t go after them, Kelton. They’re mountain sirens – or as we like to call them in my village, hill whores. That’s not their real forms. They’re illusions. For years this was a place men would sneak off to seek pleasure in other men, and they would watch, and copy their faces, their actions. They’re not real, boy. They’re demons. You go off with them, they’ll hypnotize you with lust, distract you with their holes, and their cocks.”
“…Is that really a bad thing?” he asks.
“Well, you won’t notice it at the time but they’ll drain you of your sexual energy. All of it. You’ll never get it back. You’ll never produce another healthy sperm again, your cock will never get hard again. You’ll never penetrate another living thing and enjoy it.” I watch him pale.
“…We should move on then.”
“Yes, we should. In a couple hours, we’ll be at a town, there will be a brothel, you can find a boy for the night there.”
Kelton eyes them, then  looks at me. “How will I know he’s not a siren too?”
“Oh that’s easy,” I say, chewing on a piece of jerky, “Hill whores don’t leave the hills, they hate being under a roof, and they hate rotten fruit, which is why I’ve been carrying this lemon with me the entire day.” I lob it at them. The demons hiss and scatter over the ridge.
“See? Off they go.”
Kelton grabs my sleeve. “Come on let’s keep moving. This whole place creeps me out.”
“The world is a scary place, my friend. Don’t worry, by nightfall you’ll be screwing your brains out a happy man and you’ll have forgotten all about this.”
“I sure as fucking hope so. One of them looked like my brother.”

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Won’t you come to bed with me? Won’t you? Won’t you caress me, squeeze my shoulder, let your gaze roam my flesh? I can’t say anything that would convey how much I want you to come over here, how much I want you to express my semen from my body. I’m too shy anyway, to ask, so I have to show you instead. Am I not desirable enough, with my young face some partners have called “handsome”? Is my ass not rotund enough, or plentiful enough? Have those hours at the gym been for nothing, do you not notice my waist or the way my back muscles roll under my skin? I even got a pedicure, no thick callouses on my feet to scrape against the sheets, nails clean and scrubbed.

My body language says “I’m offering myself to you”, don’t you see? I’m spread wide open for you, accessible, eager. I’ve lifted my hips just forward enough to tease you by offering just a glimpse of my masculinity between my legs. My balls are full and low enough to rest on the mattress. Don’t they beg for a hand? Your dark hands would also look so artistic gliding over my ass, wouldn’t they?

I’ve picked this room on purpose. It’s so sterile and white, the sheets bleached and the walls scrubbed. I might be white but against the colorless palate I nearly glow, a sign of health and warmth. Aren’t I inviting? Won’t you please come over here? I’m too shy to ask…but I want you, more than breathing or eating. For years, I’ve wanted you, my eternal crush. Please… I beg with my eyes. I hold my breath.

He seems frozen in the doorway, momentarily stunned by my presence. My chest is starting to burn from lack of oxygenated air. Finally, finally he lets go of the doorknob and begins to walk over to me. I exhale so quickly I’m afraid I’ll pass out. He approaches me and strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers. I kiss his thumb, giving him another look of hope.
“You waited for me?” he asks, barely audible.
I nod.
“Through Hal and Scott and Lars, you waited?”
I nod.
He kisses the top of my head. “Thank you,” he whispers, then goes to lock the door.

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