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You took your houseboy on a summer trip to make sure he wasn’t getting burned out. Your houseboy was a quiet, territorial type and you weren’t sure how he’d react to being away from his home for so long, though. At first, he seemed sullen and unsure, gazing longingly at your home in the mirror as you pulled out of the driveway. Wi-fi cameras and motion detectors would help him keep peace of mind. Still, he was listless on the drive.

The first day or so he fussed over the rented cabin excessively,  muttering to himself. He cleaned it top to bottom and stocked the shelves. You didn’t want him nesting down in there, and made a point to get him out in nature as much as possible. He protested mildly, but you gave him the task of packing picnics for your trips and soon the complaining stopped. The boy’s skin soon turned a lovely tan from being out doors, and his hair became streaked with highlights. 

One of these days you had rented a boat and were now floating on the lake after a good bout of fishing. Your houseboy was perched on the edge, watching the sunset over the hills and trees. He glanced down at the sun’s wobbly reflection on the water. He bent over, like a swan, and ran his fingers through the reflection. The boy looked so utterly beautiful it took the breath out of your lungs.

He noticed you watching him and straightened up. “Sir?”
“Yes lad?”
“Can we come here every year?”
You smile. “Absolutely. You want to come in the fall when the leaves change too?”
His face brightened. “Can we?’
”Yes.”
Your boy hugged his knees together and a look of tired contentment came to his face. “I’d like that, Sir.”
“Then it settled. Also, what do you think about cooking the fish outside over a fire tonight, instead of int he house?”

That made him gawk. “We can DO that?”
I grinned and leaned back in my chair. “We can do whatever we want. We’re on vacation.”

My houseboy considered this answer. After a moment, he got up, walked over, and slid into my lap.

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meninvogue:

Augusta Alexander photographed by Kosmas Pavlos

“Just, fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t get the offer. They were even making it sound like I did. Maybe I’m already burning out.”
“Hjorn.” I sat across from him on the window seat, my back to the window over looking 5th Avenue.
“What?” he grumps.
“We spoke about this before. It’s probably a good thing. Like your manager said, when you’re a new model you need to be everywhere, but as you get more of a profile going, you need to start crafting an image and niche of what you fill. This gives you value and helps clients find you. That company didn’t fit your image at all. You’re sexy and sophisticated. Cutesy isn’t your thing, and it’s better you didn’t get it. You need to focus on your shoot for the cologne today and on landing Balmain. That’s perfect for you.”
“And I love their style more,” Hjorn agrees. “That’s me.”
“Yes. Exactly. So don’t be too upset. Disappointed, fine, but not upset. You’re going to be huge. Especially if you get called back for that HBO show.”

Hjorn puts an arm on the back of the chair and leans back. With his knees spread, I can see up his robe a little. Just a little. He knows. “You know, Sylvie keeps asking me who you are to me. I guess as my manager she’s worried about people exploiting me as I get more well known. But I just couldn’t explain to her why exactly I like you around. And that’s why.” He points. “Right there. Because you tell me just what I need to hear, just like it is – not because you want my approval or for me to like you, but because I need to hear it. You don’t have secret intentions. You’re just my friend looking out for me. And even though we’ve been fucking since college, you’ve never tried to make it anything else. Which I don’t want right now. And I don’t have time for. And I never have to worry about your intentions. Cause you’d tell me.” Hjorn stands up and walks over to the bed in the other room. I stare at him for a stunned moment as my ears turn red.

I get up and follow him. “That’s…thank you? I mean, you are my friend. I just want things to turn out well for you.”
Hjorn sits on the bed. The corner of his perfect mouth comes up a little. “You are. Thank you. Now are you going to come over here and fuck me before Sylvie gets here or what? I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin from stress.”
“Oh absolutely,” I groan. I walk over to him and slide my hand up his robe. “Been wanting this all day.”
”You can have it.”
I pull the tie apart with my other hand. My mouth goes to his neck.
Hjorn whimpers and puts an arm around me. “Fuck, your hand…”
The robe falls open. I push him to the bed and kneel sprawled over his legs. His chest is a curved hill of barley, pale and dotted with freckles. I continue with his neck as I stroke him. His leg muscles tense and jump under me, and feeling his body squirm makes me so painfully hard.
“In me,” Hjorn begs with reedy gasps. “In me. Now.”
I have to detach myself from him to fumble for the lube under the pillow. I fumble to get myself out of my slacks. I fumble with the lid. It’s impossible to use lube without making a mess. I let the mess happen. I’m between his parted legs now. One finger goes in easily. The noise he makes sends goosebumps down my back. Hjorn fists the sheets. “More!”

I push in a second, but the third takes a moment. “You’re so taut today…you need to relax a little…”
“I can’t! I’m under so much goddamn stress it feels like I’ll never relax!”
“You poor thing. You’re gonna snap if you keep this up.”
“In!” he demands, louder and more angry. I love it. The fire in me is stoked white hot.
I guide myself inside him without giving him time to adjust. The sensation of him enveloped around me is exquisite. I bend over and return to tasting his neck. His thighs slam against my hips and I push past his point of resistance until my cock is against his prostate.
“Oh FUCK!” he roars. “Yeah just – there! Oh god, harder, do it harder!”
I obey him, thinking if I can just fuck him fast enough and deeply enough that for a moment he won’t be thinking of his modeling career or his life or that account he didn’t get. That maybe I can push all that stress up to the surface and it’ll be washed away when the orgasm breaks and the hormones flood. His body is wired tight, his nerves a tight bunch. He needs this, and not from anyone else but me.
I place one hand on the bed to steady myself, and the other curls around his cock. I’d forgotten about it. He moans my name and arches his back. “I’m close!”
Sometimes, when he says that, I like to stop and torment him a while with slow trusts and ghostly touches to his glans… but I think if I tried that today, he may actually murder me. I dig my toes into the floor and drive into him hard. “Take it!”
“FUCK!” he yells. We rut for an impossible moment until my lungs are burning and I’m sure he’s going to outlast me. “Fuck!” he wails again. Cum fouts all over his chest. He fists the sheets, pulling the flat out from where it’s tucked under the mattress. I heave breath against his shoulder as I empty inside him. All of it. The one place that the adoring public can’t see or get to. That spot is mine. It is marked.

Hjorn looks at me through half slit eyes but not really seeing me. His lips are so full and pink that I can’t help but kiss him. He lazily throws is arms over me and shares it. “Mnnn…” His knees fall to the side. My cock is too soft to stay in now and slides out. I rub it against where it’s been in him anyway. It’s warm and familiar and I don’t want to be far from it.
“Fuck…” Hjorn whispers.
I nuzzle his cheek. His scent is different. The acrid aura of stress is gone. I run my fingers over his chest. “You spilled all yourself out…”
Hjorn looks down, almost in surprise. “I did, didn’t I?”
“You did.” I rest down next to him to recover. I feel a bit dizzy.
Hjorn’s phone makes a noise. It’s been charging on the nightstand. He reaches for it. Fumbles it. Then holds it. “Sylvie wants to make sure I’m ready,” he groans. “She’s gonna be here in fifteen minutes.”
“She’s early,” I remarked.
Hjorn looks at his phone again. “…No, she’s actually running late.”
I look at my watch. “Jesus.”
That makes Hjorn laugh. It’s a beautiful sound. If bells could echo off wood, that’s what it would sound like. Soon I’m laughing too, just for the joy of seeing him smile. The furrow in his brow is gone too.

We get out of the shower just in time for Sylvie to walk through the door. She eyes me suspiciously as I help Hjorn with his belt as he works the buttons on his shirt. When she notices the hickie, she loses it, and I’m trying not to die of smothering laughter as she escorts him out, Hjorn waving off her concerns with a casual air of dismissal. God, that lad. Absolutely precious. He’s going to be famous one day.

I stay behind to recover and clean up the mess we hid under the duvet. Later that night, Hjorn calls me and tells me the director loved the hickie and kept it in the shoot, despite Sylvie’s objections. When the photos came out, we sure did have had a fun time reading the Instagram comments about them. Everyone thought they were from a woman.

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Soft music played from the speakers. The
warm water soothed our yoga-sore muscles. The vitamin E oil in the water
mixed with the rose oils and petals made it feel like we were soaking
in liquid silk. Benedict was reclining against my chest, eyes closed. I
could see the tiny movements of his eyes under his pale lids. I kissed
his temple. He smiled and reached for his wine glass.

These were
the moments I never thought I’d have with Benedict. With a more casual
lover, I would have just broke up with him, but there was no easy with
out of this one. I was smitten, in love. I wanted a life with Benedict,
but one thing had almost been a dealbreaker: his sex drive.

Benedict’s
sex drive simply did not have an off button. He craved sex frequently
and fervently. He seized upon any instance to touch, stroke, suck, or
put my dick inside of him. After being with him for a while, I began to
see two distinct patterns. One was just random horniness that needed to
be soothed, usually in the morning. The other was a side-effect of
exposure. He couldn’t see me change, or catch a glimpse of me in the
shower without getting hard and wanting to turn it into sex. If Benedict
saw my bulge while I watched TV in my boxer briefs, he had to try and
turn it into sex. Don’t get me started on swim trunks. We had a talk
about it more than once.

I hated letting him down, and leaving
him frustrated, especially because surprisingly Benedict wasn’t a big
fan of masturbation. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. He felt
stupid, and kind of gross, especially after, so he tended to ignore his
urges until they were pent up. As long as he had a boyfriend, Benedict
did not see the point of self-pleasure. However, he was wearing me out.
Also sex wasn’t really appropriate or possible in some instances, which
lead to stress in our relationship.
What drove me crazy thought was
that I could see the potentional of our relationship underneath the
river of hormones, I just couldn’t dive down deep enough without being
swept away. Benedict wanted to cuddle. He wanted to be romantic. He
wanted to go on dates, and have fun, without bringing sex into
everything. Benedict told me once he wished he could see nude bodies in
museums the way artists did, instead of how perverts did.

That’s
when I realized Benedict knew that he was out of control himself, but
was too embarrassed to confess. So, I decided to take the Big Step
Forward in our relationship and assert myself. I locked his cock up in a
pretty metal cage. No pesky erections. No distraction. No masturbation.
Turns out, that his rampant hunger to be fucked only reared itself when
he was fully hard and ready to go. So as long as it was locked down,
his sex drive only simmered. It was much more manageable. The orgasms I
gave him were more powerful and lasted longer. Plus, Benedict found it
fun to postpone his orgasms until I could give him a really big one. When he thought to beg for sex, he found himself pausing, remembering the
fun of preferring long nights in the bedroom with toys and torment instead of
quickies.

Slowly, we began to enjoy the rebirth of our
relationship. Here we were in a scene I never thought possible: we were
having a bath. That’s it. Just a bath, both of us, completely nude (well, him locked),
completely wet, and Benedict’s hand was no where near my cock. He was
sipping his wine and just relaxing. It was wonderful to just be us. I mean, we went to yoga as a couple today, and Benedict was an angel. He got to stare at my ass and didn’t get an embarrassing public boner. Everyone wins.

I
put my arms around his waist. Now, I could see a future together. The
same key that locks the chastity cage can also be used to open the key
to a boy’s heart.

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Pikesville, Maryland
1927

Jonathan laughed at a joke Wilford told him. “Well that’s quite wild, but don’t be making jokes like that in front of the boss!”
“Well, that’s why I told it before I went in!”
Jonathan chuckled. “You are the most entertaining man in the office, WIlford.”
Wilford smirks and tips his hat. “Kind of you to say. Now, I am going into the office and I will behave.”
“Oh you do that. I will be coming in soon.”

Jonathan wiped the crumbs off his lap. He had purchased breakfast from a bakery nearby, but chose to sit and eat it outside instead of at his desk. It was a beautiful spring day and everything was coming alive. He was distracted by their secretary Mary hurrying toward him at a fast shuffle.

“Goodness, Marybelle, what is the rush? Emergency typing?”
She swatted at him. “No, you rascal, I have something serious to tell you.”
“Well what is it?”
She looked around. “Not here. When you get settled, call me into your office ok?”
Jonathan looked bewildered. “Copy, darlin. I’ll make my way in.”
Mary adjusted her skirts. “Thank you.” And then marched inside.

Jonathan went to his office and opened a window. He went through his planner, and then set to writing a letter. “Mary? Darlin’ could you come in here please?” He called out through the open door.
The telephone rang. “One moment please.” Jonathan waited. He soon heard her heels on the wood floor.
“Well what is it?”
She closed the door and a smiled bloomed on her face. “I have your answer to your prayers.”
Jonathan stared at her.
She folded her skirt under her and sat down at the chair opposite his desk. “I’m in the family way,” she whispered.

Jonathan’s eyes went wide. “Marybelle, you aren’t–!”
She noticed the open window and got up to shut it. “I am. Very much am. Doctor thinks it’s over a month now.”
“Well I – congratulations?” Jonathan tilted his head. A spike of jealousy went through him but he tried to be cordial.
“I want you and Samuel to have it.”
Jonathan dropped his pen and gasped. “Marybelle! Did you – did you get pregnant just for-”
She waved her hands in front of him. “No, no. I saw a suitor back in March. Things …well, you know. When I found out I was pregnant, I told him. He gave me a few dollars, told me to do the right thing, and vanished.” Her cheeks turned red.
“What a bastard,” Jonathan murmured.
“He is,” she said. She pushed a tear out of her eye. “He didn’t care about me or the baby. He would rather me die on a back alley abortion table than burden him with responsibility.”
Jonathan reached out to caressed her arm. “My apologies. Being a woman isn’t easy in the city.”
She nodded. “Part of me wishes I stayed in Maine, but part of me knows this is what happens to city girls who let their emotions make choices for them. Which is why I want to make some good come out of this. Please, won’t you and Samuel at least think about it?”
“Mary…”
“ I may be fired once i start showing, being unmarried and all, so you may only have one or two months left to make a decision.”
“I won’t let that happen!”
Mary smiled. “You’re sweet, Jonathan. I would have gone after you if…”
Jonathan gave a crooked smile. “If you haven’t caught me and Samuel being sweet at the Christmas party last year?”
“That, yes,” she chuckled girlishly.
“I am glad it was you that caught us. Oh, I shouldn’t have drank so much wine…I was such a fool.”
Mary swatted him. “We all drank too much. Did I ever tell you I was coming out in the garden to vomit?”
Jonathan burst out laughing. “I did not! That’s not very ladylike.”
“No it isn’t, but you know, city girls.”
They shared a chuckle.
Jonathan grew quiet. He glanced at his mostly blank letter and then spoke agian.
“Mary…this is, erm, quite something, this gift you want to give us. Honestly it’s just now sinking in what you told me. I almost don’t want it be real, because the thought of having the idea taken from me is almost too painful. It’s all Samuel wants is to be a father.”
Mary smiled. “The baby will grow with our hope. I know you’ll raise it well. And I’ll be nearby.”
“Yes. Oh Mary…” Jonathan took his hands in her own. “Bless you. Thank you.”
“Oh, it makes me so happy you agree. So very happy.” She pulled her hand out of Jonathan’s so she could wipe away from tears. Jonathan gave her his hankie.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Have you seen a physician?”
“Yes. That’s how I knew I was a month.”
”Oh right.”
”I have to go buy some special vitamins, but I’m going to wait until the weekend when I have to go pay my electricity bill. It’s on the other side of town and I can get the vitamins at the pharmacy there without anyone noticing.”
“You are so determined. I hope this baby will be fierce and headstrong like you.”
Mary swallowed. “Please don’t make me cry at work.”
Jonathan chuckled. “I am so sorry. But I am so grateful. I cannot wait to tell Samuel when I come home tonight. I do wish I could phone him, but I don’t want to pull him away from work at the factory. We may need the money, it looks like.”
Mary stood and smiled. “Always sensible. I want a full report on his response the next day.”
“You will get it, absolutely. May I call you at home?”
Mary wrote down her number. “It’s a boarding house, but just ask for me and the matron will find me.”
Jonathan pocketed it. “Thank you. I will.”
“Now, Mr. Greyson, do you need any other reports typed this afternoon?”
Jonathan chuffed. “No, Mary that’ll be all. If anyone asks why your eyes are red, tell them I scolded you on typos.”
“Oh you couldn’t scold me if I set the typewriter on fire!”
“…Can you do that?”
Mary left the room laughing and went back to her desk at the front. Jonathan sat in his chair for a while and then went to open the window again. He glanced out at the buds in the trees, the pretty colors erupting in the flower beds. Everything was coming alive. Oh, it would be so hard to hold in this joyous news for the whole work day. Jonathan spent a good twenty minutes thinking how to tell Samuel before reluctantly going back to work. Oh, wow, a baby of their own! How was he supposed to focus on that letter now??

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“Paul?”

“What?” he grumped. He wouldn’t look at his friend.

“I’m not mad. I’m not upset with you for looking. It’s ok.”

“…You’re not going to beat me up?”

“Nah. I kind of uh, like it, that you look.”

Paul stared at his friend. “What?” He hissed.

“I said I don’t mind if you look.”

Paul looked around. “You’re going to get beat up if you talk like that!”

“Oh who cares? No one can hear us. We’ll all be naked when we go swimming anyway.”

“…That’s. Well.”

John began to giggle. “It’s so silly. If we swim naked, no one cares but if I tell you I like your arse when we’re dry it’s worth a beating?”

Paul cracked a smile. “It’s a little silly.”

“It is! Very silly. About as silly as us falling in mud earlier and dirtying our pants. Come on, let’s go to the waterhole now. Everyone’s ahead of us. I want to grill some hot dogs!”

“Coming!”

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Mmm firmly grasp the neck 🙂

Dorian stepped in the door, which was hard, since his pup was pressed up against it trying to tackle him.
“Woah hey there boy! Down boy!”
Pup Razor chuffed at him and butted up against his legs.
“Yes yes hello.” He gave the boy a scritch behind the neck. “I am very welcomed home yes.”
“Bark!”
“Yes yes.”
After he’d been properly greeted, Razor made another bark and then trotted off.
“Oh come on, did I say something? Where are you going boy? You’re not going to steal my shoes even?”
Razor came back with an envelope in his mouth. It had teeth marks on it. It was pink and smelled like roses.
“Aww pup what is this?”
“Bark bark bark!”
“Aw you drew a heart on it. Pretty good for a dog.” Dorian teased. He took the envelope over to the couch and sat on it. He made a noise, fished out a toy from between the cushions, and then sat down. Razor sat on his haunches in front of the sofa with a shoe in his mouth.
“Oh so you did get one huh?”
“Bark!”
“Silly boy. Let’s see. What’s in here?”
Dorian opened the envelope. He pulled out a card that said, ‘You DOMinate my heart’. He laughed. “Awww this is so adorable.” When he opened it, heart confetti fell into his lap. “Oh jeez puppy!”
Razor giggled.
“Silly boy. Goodness. Oh well, that’s a mess now. What did you write here?”
“Dear Sir. Happy Valentines Day <3. <3<3<3. I like to draw hearts. Anyway. I just want to say how much I LOVE YOU and I love having you as my handler.
You have given me SO SO much support since I became your pup. You taught me how to file my taxes, to check my credit score, taught me what your mortgage is, and how to pick a better credit card. Airmiles!! Plus I feel so more confident and articulate since you have been teaching me better manners and that it’s ok to not feel like I need to challenge ever male in the world. I’ve never been so happy and understanding of my place – which is of course, at your side as your pup <3<3 You have opened my eyes by trusting me to go with events with you and be by your side. I love exploring this world of kink. I couldn’t have done it with your guidance.
I looove you so much. You are the best mentor ever. I hope you love me as much as I love you and that we can have another Valentine’s Day next year.

Love,
Pup Razor“

There was a paw print drawn under it.

“Aww pup. Puppy. This is…this is…” Dorian sniffled. “Pup this is so wonderful. Come here.” He patted his lap and Razor leapt up. Confetti went everywhere.
“Come here Razor. I love you.”
“Bark bark bark bark!” Razor expressed his love with licks and nuzzles.
Razor rubbed his neck and gave scritches to his scruff. Dorian smiled. “God you are so cute! I am so happy to come home to you and teach you everything you need to know.”

Dorian got licked and loved on until there was confetti everywhere.

When Dorian got up to decide what to make dinner, he had to laugh at what he found in the fridge. Razor had bought a steak shaped like a heart and it was in a plastic heart container.
“Is this for you Pup?”
Razor pointed to himself and titled his head. “Baroo?”
“Oh you silly boy. Alright, steak for dinner it is. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Bark bark!”

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Julian awoke in the pre-dawn hours to the sound of tears.
It took him a moment to remember there was someone in his bed. Matt had slept over the night before. He didn’t want to be alone. Somehow they both fit on his full-size mattress.
“Matty?” he whispered. “Are you ok? Are you in pain?”
“I’m too scared!” Matt sobbed. “I don’t want to go to surgery today! Please Julian I don’t want to go!”
Julian parted his lips but no words came out. He swallowed. “Come here,” was all he could say. “Lie on me.” He encouraged Jasper to roll onto his side and onto Julian’s chest. Julian put an arm over him.
“It’s ok to be scared. Surgery is scary. Being cut open is scary. But you need to get better. I know you feel fine right now, but soon the pain meds won’t do it anymore. If that small tumor is cancer, then we can’t let it spread. It has to be biopsied. It has to go.”
“But it’s in my head,” Matt sniffled. “I don’t want them to go in there. You’re not supposed to. What if they change me?”
“I can’t guarantee nothing bad will happen if you go into surgery, Matty. But if you don’t, I know something bad will happen. It will grow. Spread. Hurt you.”
Matt whimpered.
“But if you’re a brave boy and get surgery today, that bad thing won’t happen. You’ll take a nap and it’ll magically be over. You will be good as new.”
“…But what if something goes wrong and I wake up a vegetable.”
Julian looked down on him. “I will take care of you for the rest of your life, and love you just the same.”
Matty began to cry again. “I love you Julian. I know you just think of me as your pesky best friend but…I really love you. You’re like a blood brother to me.”
Julian felt a lump form in his throat. “I love you too, my little dove. I want you to be healthy. Will get the surgery for me?”
There was a hiccup. “Yes. I’ll do it for you. All that tumor does is threaten to take me away from you. I want to be with you without it there. I hate knowing it’s in my head right now.”
“That’s it, doveling. That’s the right attitude. What’s the Prodigy song you like so much?”
That got a small smile out of Matt. “Invaders must die.”
“Exactly. We don’t have to be at the hospital until 7. Let’s got a few more minutes of sleep ok?”
“Ok, Julian.” Matt says, snuggling Julian’s pectoral. “This is so nice. I feel so safe.”
“When you wake up in the hospital after surgery, I’ll be resting next to you so you can cuddle me ok?”
“I – I would love that.”
“Then it’s settled. Now sleep a minute.”
Matt just sighed.

And soon the room was quiet except Matt’s little hiccups. Julian stroked his hair until it was time to get up. Julian couldn’t fall back asleep. He could sleep while Matt was in surgery. Right now, Matt needed a protector. Julian wished there was something he could do to protect Matty from this tumor. He hoped keeping him positive and strong would help them conquer the fight. “I’ll do all I can for you.” Julian whispered in the quiet room, and crossed himself to seal the promise. 

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Pablo listened to the windchime outside the open window and thought. His head was full of thoughts he didn’t quite understand. He was however, aware of the looming deadline of time pressing down. Today was the last day. The magic ended at midnight, so to speak.

When Pablo had first met this man, he thought he was no different than all those other times he met men. He wanted sex, they wanted sex. If they were a little kinky it was a bonus. But this man, this Zeke, seemed particularly interested in Pablo, and asked him a lot of questions. For the first time in a one night stand, Pablo felt like Zeke was really making an effort to make it super pleasurable for him. Normally it was just two people putting up with each-other just enough to get to an orgasm. Pablo thought the way Zeke could read him was almost eerie. It was like he could smell Pablo’s submissive nature in the air and read his body signals like an open book. The sex had been long and steaming hot, and the orgasm left Pablo seeing spots. He kept calling Zeke again, and again…

and on it went, and it would continue to be a string of sexy date nights until Zeke brought up something new. A three day weekend was coming up. Would Pablo be interested in a three day roleplay of all of his submissive houseboy fantasies? Uh, why yes, yes he would.

They made a little contract, agreed on a safeword, and at 8 am on Saturday morning it had got into effect. Pablo would serve Zeke for three days. Clean his house. Make his food. Suck his cock. Offer his ass. Essentially, be a good boy and serve the man of the house. It sure pushed all the right buttons, especially since Pablo was not allowed to jerk off. Sunday night, the sex was so hot that Pablo did infact pass out.

But it was Monday now, and 3 pm at that. The three day weekend ended at midnight, and then he’d go back to being a regular person… but the closer that time got, Pablo began to seek a way to make time stop. It had been so fulfilling to just have small tasks to do and complete for praise and attention. It was nice to support and reward Zeke for all the wonderful guidance in the bedroom. Zeke was like the compass for kinks and urges. It was like he had three days to show Zeke the appreciation he felt inside.

And hadn’t it been perfect? Rewarding? Fun? Sexy? Even the little spanking he got on Sunday was thrilling. Being naked was thrilling. Gazing upon Zeke’s bulked up body and swinging cock at leisure was thrilling. Being on a schedule and having rules was thrilling.

And serving? It felt too natural for it to be a fluke. How he could go back to being normal? Pablo sighed softly. He didn’t live in Zeke’s house. He had to be realistic. Good boys aren’t clingy. He had to get his feelings in alignment. This meant talking to Zeke. Zeke would know what to do. Zeke would fix things. And maybe…just maybe…Zeke would extend things.

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