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mofug2:

Reggie was responding to a work e-mail and letting his body dry off after a shower when a young man sat next to him. He was a little startled when the man put a hand on his knee, reached over, and leaned in his ear. “Can I sit on the floor in front of you?” he whispered. Reggie’s instinct was to brush hm off – how dare someone touch him without permission? But the tone of his voice made Reggie change his mind. “Fine, but no teeth.”
“Of course not,” the man said. He slid to the floor at Reggie’s feet and pushed the towel aside. He was wearing compression leggings and shorts, and nothing else. The young man put a hand on Reggie’s thigh and used his other to stroke and guide Reggie’s cock to his lips.
“Mmnf. Good boy,” Reggie murmured in approval. He stroked the young man’s hair while he checked his social media, but soon he found things a bit too distracting and set down his phone. “My goodness,” Reggie breathed. Instead of rushing him to orgasm, this boy was focusing on keeping him hard and wanting. This was definitely not this young man’s first time hunting in a locker room for what he wanted. Reggie put his palms back on the bench and tilted his head back, not giving a shit who saw them enforcing he natural order of a man’s locker room.

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Adam was putting the roast into smaller containers to freeze it when Jeremy came back in the house.
“How’s it going out there?”
Jeremy stomped his boots on the mat on the inside of the glass sliding door. “Fabulous. The 15 year old has taken control of the lighter fluid and I think all of them are sticky.”
Adam laughed. The kids had cabin fever, so he brushed the snow off the firepit and told them to cook their own hotdogs and s’mores for dinner. “The porch isn’t on fire isn’t it?”
“Not yet, but give it an hour.”
“Such faith in our children. Are you escaping the insanity for a second?”
“I have to pee,” Jeremy replied. He put his beanie and scarf over the kitchen chair, struggled out of his boots, and walked to the bathroom.
“Have fun,” Adam called out after him. He was putting things in the freezer when Jeremy called out to him from the bathroom.
“Hey gorgeous.”
Adam turned his head. He made a noise and covered his mouth. Jeremy had propped himself up against the wall next to the bathroom with his hand; he was wearing only his long-johns from the waist down and had a rather smoldering look on his face.
“Oh my god Jeremy,” Adam squeaked. “That’s…that’s a hell of a silhouette.”
Jeremy’s cocky smile split into a grin. “The kids are occupied outside. Wanna sneak off for a quickie?”
Adam flushed a pretty shade of pink. He could not tear his gaze away from that large shadow in Jeremy’s pants, and god it had been a while. Too long of a while. Adam cleared his throat and forced himself to look up. Jeremy had that same mischievous sparkle to his eyes he had as a college student, and Adam’s heart began to race. He walked briskly up to Jeremy, grabbed a fist of his sweater, and dragged him down the hall. “We gotta be quick before one of the five notices we’re gone.”
“Or they burn down the porch.”
“The porch can burn, I’m not getting interrupted from this.”
Jeremy gasped softly under his breath. “Woah, that was spicy. I didn’t know you had spicy in you.”
Adam smirked at him and shut the bedroom door behind him.

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vallentiro14:

Woah, woah goddamn. Look at that man. I would make him a project. I could spend a couple hours in an dungeon finding all sensitive spots. Hell, I’d settle for a couple hours in a hotel room with him until my balls emptied. Joshua slipped off the wall and jogged after that shadow disappearing into the club house. “Hey hot stuff, hold on! I need to shamelessly proposition you!”

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“Wow,” Brian breathed.
“Wow, what?” I say, mildly amused.
“Just never touched another man’s balls before,” he replies.
I watch as he continues to pull on mine, over and over. “And how do they feel?”
“Like mine but…rounded. Bigger. Fuller. It feels kind of weird to be doing this though…”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I mean – think about it this way. Biologically, this is like where the sperm comes from…it’s like the most important thing when it comes to reproduction. With a woman, I mean. And in our society, we sort of train ourselves to recognize that everyone has testicles but we’re supposed to pretend they don’t exist – you don’t look at someone else’s and you don’t touch someone elses. They’re just these big fleshy sacks that hang off our body and they’re so taboo but -”
“Boy,” I start, but he keeps going.
“But here I am, just…touching yours in my hand, I don’t know why I want to or why I want to keep doing it but it feels very forbidden and taboo to be touching your- your- reproductive organs, like I’m doing something incorrect here, so biologically incorrect but I-”
“Boy,” I say again, louder, cutting him off. Brian looks at me with wide eyes. “Boy. Stop thinking so damn hard. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you use up that many brain cells while all your blood is rushing south.”
“Oh. Good point.” Brian pauses stroking my balls and lets them rest in his hand. Then, he looks up at me. “…Can I touch your cock now?”
“Yes, as long as you do it quietly.”

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iammegadaddyissues:

The Mercedes smells of fine leather and expensive cologne.  His suit is expensive, His clothes freshly cleaned and pressed. It’s quite inside except for the sound of His breathing.  He’s picked me up here before.  i’ve spent many lunches waiting for Him since, hoping to see His car cruising through. He’s handsome and assertive – confident. And married.  i have no hopes of being anything to Him other than a release, a casual distraction. I’ve always been attracted to Men of power and wealth, Men of entitlement. It heightens my feelings of inferiority.  

I look to Him meekly, wanting desperately to kiss His full lips, knowing that He won’t allow it. He has all the power and He knows it. He strokes the back of my neck as He pulls His swollen cock from His trousers.  His cock is hard but not as hard as it will get. He’s waiting for me to take care of it.  A glistening drop of precum begins to leak from the swollen tip.  His large hand stays on the back of my neck as He slowly lowers my head to His lap. He holds me down as i take Him into my mouth. His crotch smells fresh, clean.  

i suck hungrily, shamelessly, like a whore. He exhales deeply and leans back further into His seat. His cock swells and extends to the point where i struggle to take it in. My jaw quickly begins to ache. i will myself to take it, impaling my throat on His throbbing shaft. His grip tightens, His lust peaks. He enjoys the sounds of my struggle – the belabored breathing, the guttural groans, the gagging. He will eventually fill my mouth with cum and i will swallow quickly to keep His trousers spotless.  And then i will gently and gratefully suck His softening cock to clean it and drain it of ever last drop so His briefs stay as equally clean as His trousers.  His smile will be my reward.  And then He disposes of me, leaving me standing alone in the parking where He found me. 

It suddenly occurs to me that the one thing I’m dreading the most is not swallowing His massive load while struggling to breathe, but it’s being left there on the parking lot where He found me. I don’t think I can take it anymore, watching his beautiful Mercedes drive off and leave me behind while he goes onward in the distance to his Great Job, his Rich Life, his no doubt Amazing Home. I bet even his wife is beautiful, but part of me wants to vilify her because otherwise He just becomes a douchebag cheating on an  undeserving wife.

Clarity suddenly strikes me. I assume if He’s getting blowjobs from me it’s because His wife can’t accommodate His erect size. If that was true, then it means she can’t take him between her legs either. I get that, I mean, if I were a chick, I wouldn’t want that throbbing, veiny cock anywhere near my ladybits. But I am not a lady. I am a whore, and if I have one talent, it’s taking dick. I will always be inferior to this successful man – hell, that’s part of what turns me on and makes me wait for him on my lunch breaks – but that doesn’t mean I can’t leave Him thinking of me. Fuck, the idea of him lying in bed in high-count sheets, in his huge bedroom, masturbating in his silk shorts while his wife breathes slowly next to him…it makes me uncomfortably hard.

“Boy?” he growls, feeling me still.
I pull my mouth off His twitching cock and cough, working my jaw. This is a bad time; His penis is close to spurting. The fingers dig into the back of my neck. “I didn’t say you could stop,” He rumbles.
I pet his thigh. “I have a better idea…”
“I didn’t say I was open to ideas.”
When I hear the tone of his voice, part of me wants to just beg for an apology and stuff his prick back between my lips. But then I think of being left on the curb and disposed of and I just can’t, not when I know this Man deserves more.

“I want to give you a present. You’ve used my services so many times, you know, you get a freebie on the house.”
Now that gets His attention. He raises a well-manicured eyebrow and studies me.
“Punch your seat back,” I instruct.
He reaches down behind him and the seat slides backwards with a whir. His eyes never stop boring holes into me, reminding me that I am never not under his scrutiny.
With a quick, practiced motion, I lift my ass and slide off my shorts. I’m wearing something underneath that can barely even be called underwear, this tight white elastic thing that cups in the front and leaves the ass cheeks bare except for two straps crossing the globes.

He opens his mouth to say something, because he’s figuring out what I’m doing, but before He can growl at me to stop I swing my leg over and mount his lap. Being so close to him is terrifying, and his cologne is making me dizzy and horny. His pale eyes are ice cold, even though his brow is slick and his scent is warm.
“Boy,” he warns. I try not to cum myself.
When I wrap my fingers around His cock, He moans low and hard. His vulnerability gives me a moment to impale myself with cock. It stretches me fuller than any cock I’ve taken before and tears spring to my eyes, but I work past it, and force myself to relax. I make myself keep going until I’m sitting in his lap. He hisses and grabs my arm. His mouth makes an ‘o’ shape and his Adam’s apple bobs in His throat.
“Holy fuck,” He yells, overwhelmed by the vice around his prick.
“I – I-” I stammer.
“Holy fuck,” He says again. I’m trembling on his lap. It feels like I’m sitting on the stove, this solid hot thing under my bottom. His dick feels monstrous in me, and my cock is leaking wet spots through my jockstrap. “…Good?” I manage, my voice tight.
“Ride me,” He commands.
My eyebrows go up. Yes, I will ride you! Yes, it is my duty to service you, Sir.

I begin to rock and he begins to fuck me with intense, impatient hunger. I watch the arousal and need flash across his face. I know then that my assumption was correct. He hasn’t fucked in a long time. It angers me a little, that no one else is servicing this superior man regularly. He deserves a lovely, horny houseboy to keep his life in order and tend all his needs. 

When he finally, finally comes, after fucking my ass numb, I fear for a moment he’s going to lose consciousness. His head hits the back of the seat cushion and his eyes roll back into his head. He doesn’t move.
“Sir!” I cry, alarmed.
He jerks forward and grabs my arm. “Wha – what?”
“You passed out, Sir, are you alright?”
He takes a deep breath then feels with his soft manicured fingers for where we’ll still connected. I can feel Him softening in side of me. “I love that you call me Sir. And goddamn, I feel like I’ve wasted so much time just using your mouth when I could be getting this.”
Pride flourishes in my heart and my cheeks turn pink. “Anything to please you, Sir.”
He smirks. He then hands me a tissue to press to my ass when He pulls out. My hole is so tight that almost nothing has leaked out. A little does drip on his slacks and I sigh. “Oh dear…”
”Don’t worry about it,” he mutters. “My building has a dry cleaner.” He opens the driver-side car door and I slide out. He stuffs money into my shorts and tosses them to me. “Be here tomorrow, same time. Go buy condoms.” 

Before I can manage a reply. He drives off in His Mercedes, leaving me standing there in my underwear, tissue pressed to my ass, shorts in one hand. There’s a cluster of other boys standing on the corner, watching me, gossiping. I am not looking at them though. I am watching the Mercedes drive off. I smirk. I feel triumphant. I feel high. I was born to service that man.

I throw away the tissue and put on the shorts. I hum to myself as I count the money, all the while imagining what it’d be like to be His live-in slut and houseboy.

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torontopup:

sir2u-boy:

I know you’re a fag, I know I shouldn’t like it so much, but damn, you give the best head I’ve ever had, and this tight little hole back here is making me think that if you fuck half as good as you suck, I’m gonna be moving you in. 

www.recon.com/torontoslave

Finally! I thought you couldn’t be any thicker! I mean, you think I give good head just because I’m a mindless faggot that goes totally blank at the sight of an unsucked cock – and yeah, that part’s true – but I don’t suck dick like this for anyone. I really like your cock, but there’s no way for me to tell you this without you thinking it’s a blanket statement. Your cock gets harder than any other penis I’ve played with, and it’s so easy for me to deepthroat it and really put my tongue to work. Plus, you grow so much it’s easy to keep my hand and my lips busy. It makes me feel so slutty, so powerful, to go all out for you. You have a dick that’s so easy to worship, that I will never get tired of it. And don’t even get me started on your balls.

On top of that, you’re considerate. Some alphas are pretty rude, but us fags are used to that. They don’t want to get too close to ‘gayness’. You though, you drive me crazy gently petting my hole like that. I always have to suck you shirtless or else I’d just sweat right through it. Every touch makes me tremble, and it makes my cock throb so hard. My pants are always soaked when I’m done servicing you.

Once you fuck me, I know you’re going to have difficulty wanting me to even leave even to do errands. It just won’t seem right that I’ll be sleeping elsewhere from then on. Once you fuck me, you’ll know that no one can care for your dick or your sexual needs like I can. Every other boy will be a replacement for me. Every faggot is up for adoption – don’t forget that. I want to come home to you too.

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Bo saw the pool empty on a nice Monday afternoon and saw an opportunity. His older brother Greg had his boyfriend over, and Bo was sure they’d be in it. He wondered where they were. Bo guessed they went out. He even decided to take a dip naked to avoid the wet laundry. When he took a step into the water, Bo heard a noise, and when he looked up he realized why Greg and his boyfriend weren’t using the pool – cause they were fucking in the cabana. Bo’s jaw dropped. Wow, it was really hot! They were really into it! Greg’s boyfriend, whatever his name was, was standing and getting pounded from behind. Hell, the wooden structure was creaking from their fucking.

It was sexier than anything else he’d seen on porn sites! Bo’s eyes went huge when he saw Greg pull out his long, thin dick and thrust it back in. His boyfriend moaned and threw his head back. Flecks of pre-cum went everywhere. 

Bo swallowed. “Shit.”
Suddenly, Greg’s boyfriend saw him. Bo could only stand there as watch as Boyfriend looked over his shoulder and said something to Greg. Greg looked up at little brother and grinned.
“Like what you see huh?”
Bo glanced down and his erection, then covered it in a hurry while blushing furiously.
Greg snickered. “I never pegged you for a boy-lover, Bo. Two in one family? Won’t dad be surprised.“
“I – I’m sorry, I don’t know you two were out here I -”
Boyfriend reached back and touched Greg on the thigh. They were having a hushed conversation that Bo couldn’t hear from where he was standing.
“You wanna come join us?” Greg asked. “Dennis always likes another cock to play with.”
Bo’s eyes went huge. “Wh-what? Are you serious?”
“Sure,” Greg said with a wave. “Come on. Teach you how to have some fun, little bro. You’re gonna be an adult soon. About time you learned.”

Bo’s heart was jack-hammering so hard he could barely form the words “yeah yeah sure” so he just nodded. Bo couldn’t take his eyes off of watching Dennis stroke his cock. It was short, but really thick. Bo wanted to go over there, so he took a step forward, not remembering he was on the pool steps. He fell face-first into the water..

When he emerged, gasping and flailing, Greg and Dennis were bent over laughing their butts off. Bo was sure he was blushing head to toe. Dennis came over with a towel and offered to dry him off, erection still bouncing. Bo was flattered – and turned on – to have the attention of older men. It would be a trend that would stick with him for the rest of his life.

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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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Damien watches from next to the table as yet again his houseboy charms the pants off everyone at the party – and he is the only one not wearing pants! He wonders how on earth Milo got old Dunham Senior to smile. The leading partner in their law firm, Dunham Senior was known for being a grouchy, cranky ol’ coot. Next to him was Dunham Junior and the Misses all laughing and joking as if old friends. Bits of conversation drifted over about Dunham’s shenanigans in his youth.

Damien felt a twinge of irritation. He’d somehow managed to train his houseboy so well that he was outshining him at his own party! What on Earth was protocol for that? He was watching Milo from the corner of the room, wondering how long he was going to stand there. It wasn’t his job to socialize. The cookie platter was running low. Damien glanced around at his guests and two drinks that could use a refill. He was just about to stroll over to his houseboy to put him in his place, but the conversation the group was having was dissolving. He saw Milo gesture to Dunham Senior’s glass; the man put up a hand to reject the offer of another one. Milo nodded and smiled, then touched his elbow and excused himself.

Milo made a dash to the kitchen and returned with a serving plate of champagne flutes, and made a quick lap of the room to make sure all the guests were hydrated. He then swung by the dessert tray to make sure it was full. Damien caught his eye. Milo came over and kissed him on his cheek. “This has been a delightful evening, Sir.”
“Yes, it has,” Damien said flatly, truthfully a bit bored of these necessary social functions. They made Milo happy, so he suffered for him. Milo kissed him again, and then darted off.
Damien sipped his drink and thought about how far Milo had come since his first party, when he was nervous, stressed out, still not used to be nude; plus, he had been leaking everywhere in an ill fitting chastity device. That had been Damien’s mistake, and he knew it. The length was not an issue for any chastity device, but the girth, that had been the problem.

Damien felt someone staring at him. He glanced around and spotted Dunham Senior looking his way. He nodded and walked over.
“Mr. Dunham, I take it my houseboy wasn’t talking your ear of was he?”
Mr. Dunham chuckled, a low throaty noise. “No, not at all. He was a pleasure! He’s such a youthful boy.”
Damien exhaled a little sigh of relief. “That he is. Parties make him excited.”
“He seems very comfortable in his own skin, that one.”
“That took some time,” I say. “Society taught him to be ashamed of his body.”
Dunham Senior made a pshaw noise. “If had a body like that, I wouldn’t wear clothes at all!” Damien tried not to make a face at picturing his boss naked. Luckily, he didn’t notice and went on. “I must say though, he is very well endowed, what a lucky thing. Is that why he wasn’t locked?
"That he is.”
“I’ve never seen a houseboy that wasn’t locked.”
“Indeed. I can’t lock him, though, anything we found cut off circulation. Milo doesn’t need it though, he is obedient. I think it adds to his beauty though. A male body is an art form, so as such, he is a bit of living art in my life.”
Dunham Senior clapped me on the shoulder. “Yes yes! Exactly. They must understand that. You know, I was thinking of getting a housepet for my son and my new daughter-in-law as a belated wedding present. They want to start a family, and they both work, so I think it would be ideal.”
“I would be pleased to provide some direction on that matter.”
“Fantastic, fantastic.” Dunham Senior was momentarily distracted by the frontal view of Milo as he returned from the kitchen with another round of cookies for the dessert tray. “If I were only 50 years younger, what I would do to him…”

Damien did make a face that time and pretended he didn’t hear that. Still, he felt a bit smug that he got to have Milo when no one else did. Milo tended to take control at these parties, so by the time it was over, Damien always felt a mighty itch to remind him where he stood in this household. He had a feeling the sex tonight was going to be particularly vigorous.

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