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Ah, an old favorite. The Missionary Position.

The years between 13-19 are what we call the Wandering Years. This is when the temptations of consumerism, flesh, sin, and apostasy lure young men away from the Church and off the path to salvation. The Church fights hard against this to the point where they encouraged the young lads who grew up preaching the Mormon word in pairs together to betray the other at any sign of straying from the flock. Guilt, shame, and shunning was cruelest the for boys growing into fine young homosexuals. It wasn’t even their fault to be born that way, but yet they had to understood why God punished them with such a prefernce.  

Joseph didn’t believe God would punish his lambs as a reward for years of preaching his name and reading his Good Book. He believed that there was great potential in those young homosexuals who so badly want to feel loved by God, to believe He had a plan for them. They want to volunteer, collect cans for food drives, build orphanages, and preach the word to those who will listen. It didn’t seem right to dispel them from the Church.

So, Joseph pitched a plan to the Elders. He said to send to him every young man with homosexual tenancies for “re-education”. Oh sure, he taught them to worship on their knees (while sucking cock) and self purification (through dutiful masturbation) and maintaining the body as a temple (by teaching them how to prevent STDs). He taught them everything about how to worship cock and how to have proper sex under God’s watchful eye. Most importantly, they learned how to hide their sexuality until it was safe.

It wasn’t exactly what Joseph wanted, but providing them with a stable outlet for their pent up sexual energy and swollen balls prevented them being caught, abandoned, or kicked out the house traumatically. Plus, he had an endless supply of fresh gorgeous faces of men on the cusp of adult hood and college years.

Yup, Joseph was sure doing the Lord’s work. “Oh God, oh God, I’m cumming!” absolutely counted. David said during an orgasm at one of these sessions, he actually saw Jesus. Can’t argue with results like that.

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There, in the den, away from the party, Josh had ditched his pants and shirt and dropped before Miller’s dick.  

“God I’ve missed you,” he groaned quietly.

“Shhh….don’t want the girls to hear you…or anyone else, for that matter.”  Miller spread his legs and moved his shirt away so it wouldn’t get hit by any spray.  "Just go.“

Josh nodded and started bobbing his head almost immediately.  Miller sighed and leaned his head against the wall.  One of these days, they had to go away … take less chances, and more time … 

I’m betting Miller never told Josh he threw that party specifically so he had an excuse to invite him over…

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“Man that was some hunt today huh?" 
"I can’t believe the size of that buck we bagged.” Bob shook his head.
“Yeah me neither! 
"Hey I got an idea, why we don’t go back to my place? My cousin is staying with us and he’s an excellent cocksucker. I could sure go for a blowjob right about now.”
“….What? Getting your cock sucked by a dude? That’s not my thing Bob, I’m into chicks.”

“Oh come on Rusty, you’re getting it all wrong! Who knows cocks better, a man who was born with one or a chick? AJ does this thing with his fingers over your balls during climax…man you will have a seizure it feels so good. How’s this for a deal – if you don’t like it, I’ll buy you a hooker in apology.”
“Noooow you’re talking. Alright, I’ll try this out, but I ain’t no fag.”
“It’s not about bein a fag! Rusty, it’s about the best blowjob of your life. Trust me on this.”
Sigh.“Ok. Fine. But if you’re buying me a hooker, I want a Latina girl.”

[Next year’s hunting trip…]

“Hey Frank, wanna go back to Bob’s place and get blowjobs? His cousin AJ does has this ridiculous technique, it’s like being jerked by an angel.”
“What? Rusty I didn’t think you were gay!”
“Pfft, I used to be the same way Frank. I’m straight but man, Bob was right – men know their way around a cock way better than any chick. AJ is a total pro at this the way Tiger Woods is about golf. It’s better than porn star quality. You should experience what AJ does to your balls. You’ll have wet dreams about it later, fantasize about it while driving…”
“…Sounds like you’re making it up.”
“Fuck no, Frank! Come on, let’s go get Bob and go back to his place. AJ will be happy to see us.”

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Well, I mean a frat party is good, if you like your blowjobs with a hefty side of self-doubt. Which can be nice, don’t get me wrong—what they lack in technique they make up for in lack of technique; there’s something to be said for a guy being so driven to put your dick in his mouth even though he obviously has no fuckin’ clue what he’s doing. Plus—okay, feeling hung as hell is a cheap pleasure, so sue me—it makes ‘em easier to choke, makes it easier to feel their throats close down on what must feel to them like some righteously monstrous shaft.

And sure, some guys like to cruise the Queer Student Assosh meetings, which is cool. There’s something else to be said—usually just “uggghhh, fuck yes, more”—for a boy who knows what he’s doing, for being not his first dick but his fortieth, for having him look up at you hungrily as he sweeps his tongue over your head and tries to make you cum from the balls of your feet. There’s something to be said for being eaten like a fat kid eats pie.

But, nah man, I’m telling you: The best place to find the truly excellent cocksuckers—the ones who work for it, the ones who pray for it, the ones who thank you for it by wiping their cummy faces with the back of their arms and then blushing so fuckin’ cute when you tell them they missed a spot—is the library.

I was part of that secret club of boys loitering around library for a chance to pleasure another man. We called ourselves the 306 boys, because in the Dewey Decimal system, 306 is gay and lesbian non-fiction code. You just had to cruise down that aisle between the walls of books and wait. You could always spot the newbies – tops and bottoms both – because they’d be nervous and weird, but the experts were casual browsers and we only knew who was who because of repeat visits. When a man wanted a blowjob, he’d look at you, you’d look at them. Since there’s no talking in the library, we had to get creative. One of us would pull a book out a little and push it back in. If the other was interested, they’d do the same. Tops always picked a higher shelf than the bottoms, so there was no confusion.

Then, once you landed your man, you’d both sneak off and do the deed. My friends and parents thought I was such an excellent student because I spent so much time in the library… if only they knew I couldn’t study for more than a hour with dreaming of sucking cock. So many horny college guys, both straight and gay, so little time.

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Looks like a fundraiser

Lucas had thrived under training. His total acceptance to chastity made him into a permanent slut for cock and pleasing men. Why spend your life killing your self at a desk and suffering through years of office politics and nepotism to be well liked? Luke could make a man love him in mere minutes while on his knees. Ass-kissing, in his opinion, should be a literal thing.
When Lucas’s Master heard of a fundraiser being held at their local sex and leather store, He knew His boy would be right for the job. Lucas’s identity was hidden, his vision obscured, and his cock protected in case anyone from his old life happened to saunter in… wouldn’t look right if they saw a previous priest-in-training serving three men at once. Fine by Lucas, he went deep into headspace and almost wouldn’t come out. 

In two days, Lucas and two additional boys at the store raised double the financial goal in place for the local LGBT shelter and a private donor matched it. The center was getting by on a tight budget as is, but a recent rainy season had destroyed their roof and mold had been spotted due to the delays. For the teens in their shelter, there wasn’t anyone where else to go if the building was declared unsafe for habitation. Now, repairs could get done.

Lucas was overjoyed in being able to support his community, even if it was in a nontraditional way. Plus, his Master’s pleasure at his boy’s accomplishments had him puffed up like a rooster for days. Lucas got a big reward for this – an orgasm during sex, a week in his Master’s bed, and dinner of his choice. 

Lucas found the temporary freedom in the bedroom a tad wrong; it opposed his training and his place in his Master’s life – below Him and focused on Him. After the week passed, Lucas was ready to return to his life as a controlled sub and a slave in his loving home. He did hope to one day participate in another charity event, not so much for the gain, but the look of pride on his Master’s face was enough of a reward. Well, almost. The filet mignon was amazing.

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I used to buy my paper from Milou every day on my way to private finishing school because it made me feel like an adult. I eventually entered a local college and later followed my father into business. He was still there though, pitching papers and herding the younger boys, running around Paris barefoot. As Milou matured, he stirred feelings in me that were a terrible distraction to the supposed single heterosexual bachelor life I was supposed to live.

When I got my first paycheck, I lured him into an alley and asked him if he knew what men sometimes did together. He said he did. I had the feeling I wasn’t the first, but I was too horny to care. He became my drug. A couple times a week I’d leave home early in the morning and we’d disappear behind a building together, him on his knees with my cock in his mouth. I paid him well because he left me gasping.

One day I found him in his usual alley sitting next to a brand new pair of burnished red brown boots. “Yours?” I asked. He nodded. So that’s what he bought with the money I’d been giving him? Not alcohol or cards or probably not even rent. A pair of shoes. I had like five pairs in my closet. Guilt flooded through me. I’d been exploiting a poor newspaper seller so he can buy a pair of shoes. How can he look at me without contempt?

“Why aren’t you wearing them?” I asked.
“It’s not winter yet…no point in getting them dirty. Besides I have to buy socks first.”

I stared at him. Was he implying me that I should unzip my pants so he could buy a pair of socks? The whole situation struck me as ridiculous as it was vulgar.
“Why haven’t you asked me to just give you a pair of socks?” I said, frustrated with his contentment with his poverty.
Milou replied, “Well I ask, I’m a begger. If you give, I’m a charity case. If I buy, I’m a citizen.”
“How can you lower yourself to such standards to sucking cock for something as basic as socks?" 
That struck a spark in him, "Those are your standards! You well-to-do nouveau riche types are so preachy to anyone that doesn’t live a good Christian life like you do. Who said I was lowering myself anyway? I like sucking your cock thank you very much.”
I was torn between wanting to smack him and wanting to kiss him. I balled my gloved fists as the color rose to my face, “You’re coming home with me.”
“…What?” he blinked.
“How old are you now? Your 20s I presume? Have you thought at all about the future? You have no savings, no education. Are you still going to be sucking my cock in this alley when you’re 40?” Now there’s that look of contempt missing from earlier. “My apartment has an extra room. I don’t care if you sell newspapers until you’re dead, but I want you to stay with me. It’s warm and dry. I’ll pay you a fair wage to mind the house. Whether ‘minding the house’ includes sucking or riding my cock, that’s up to you.”

Milou didn’t answer right away, so I let him stew in the reality of his situation. I glanced at my watch. Drat. I’d wasted our coveted time together on lecturing him and now I had to go catch my train. I pulled a legal pad out of my briefcase and jotted my address in the corner, which I ripped off and gave to him. “I’m off work at 6:30, if you want to stop by after that. Think about it. I would like to see you again…either way.” I tipped my hat and turned to go. Milou stuttered something after me, but a little girl ran into the alley with an empty messenger bag full of coins and work called.

Milou didn’t appear at my doorstep that evening. Nor the one after it. On the third night, there was a telegram left in my mailbox. It was from the police.

[To be continued]

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Locked’n’Denied: Locked Boi Love, Part 3

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Locked’n’Denied: Locked Boi Love, Part 3

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Here we are, two locked guys; me, 50 years old and permanently locked and Michael, 20 years old and locked for the first time. A little over two weeks ago, he came to me to learn about and experience chastity. I locked him up and helped him begin his journey.

Throughout the past week I have…

You guys liked the first link of this I reblogged, so have another.

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I gave him my sketchbook to look over for approval. We were studying anatomy in class, and I had been working on my male nudes for weeks. As with anything a person creates, the more you work on it the harder it is to look at it objectively. I asked this senior art student again because he had a particular way of measuring skill. I keep my eyes fixed on his cock hanging flaccid between his legs… if he gets hard at all, that would mean my drawings were realistic, erotic. If not, that means I have more improvement to do. After several long minutes, his penis begins to stiffen. I lick my lips. It only gets half erect before he shuts the sketchbook and tosses it onto the ottoman, “You’re getting better,” he says in approval, ‘Big difference in the first and last sketches.“
"T..thank you,” I reply, a bit flustered. Watching his dick had me all hot n bothered, “You wouldn’t mind if it… you know…with my mouth…?”
He smirks at me, “Well you earned that boner might as well enjoy it.”
I drop to my knees and push the ottoman out of the way. My hands cramp enough holding pencils all day. My mouth is more than happy to work that copious flesh between his legs to full mast.

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Locked & Denied: Sometimes There’s Just No Relief

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Locked & Denied: Sometimes There’s Just No Relief

So. Every locked boi knows how horny you can get when you’ve been locked and unable to even touch your cock and denied orgasm for long periods of time.  My cage was locked permanently 68 – 70 days ago.  I have been unable to simply touch my cock, feel it get hard, or masturbate like normal though I have had some in-cage ruined orgasms.

In times past, when I felt horny I would jerk off, sometimes multiple times a day.  It was so nice to be working at my computer then taking a “porn break” and get off.  Can’t do that now.  But what I do when I have a rush of horniness now is take a porn break and fuck a dildo.  It seems that my body is learning to translate horniness and its relief to my hole now.  Instead of having my cock swell in response to horniness, my hole twitches.

Anyhow, this top guy comes over for a hook-up.

He loves the fact that I am so horny I will do just about anything.  He loves teasing my locked cock.  He loves how when he bites my nipples I gasp in ecstasy.  He works my body hard until I am a writhing mess of sexual need.  He gets between my legs and pokes my hole with his bare cock.  I am in such need I try to pull him in.  I’m not caring about barebacking at this point, I just want that cock inside me.  But he denies me.  I beg for him to penetrate me.

He moves away and lays back on the bed, opens his legs and invites me to suck his uncut cock.  In no time at all and he is close.  I want him inside my hole.  Suddenly he explodes, shooting cum into my throat and splashing it across my hand and his groin.  I worship his cock hoping to get him to fuck me and cum a second time.

He doesn’t.  He lays there playing with my locked cock and balls, fingers stroking my hole.  I’m desperate. I ask him if he wants to see me masturbate like a bitch.  He says, “This I gotta see.”

I pull out the Hitachi vibe, plug it in, turn it on high and push it against my locked cock.  It feels soooo good.  It takes a long time to cum like this, just vibing the cage.  He starts probing my hole with his finger and biting my nipples hard and in just a minute or two I begin to feel my orgasm rise up.

I want and dread an orgasm.  Want, because, well, men always want to cum.  Dread, because the orgasm won’t bring the same level of relief as having it out of the cage and because I will be MORE desperate to cum for the week after.

Since I know better than to cum without permission when there is a REAL man in the room, I ask “Please, Sir, may I cum?”  He pulls away from me and he says “No!”

I immediately stop the vibing action on my locked member.  I was seconds away from coming.  He laughs when I nearly sob in frustration.  My hole quivers in need.  I ask if I can stick my new Kevin Dean dildo on the wall and fuck myself in front of him.  "No.“ he says, "Like you say, bitch, its about MY pleasure, not yours.”

He gets up, gets dressed and leaves.

Leaves me panting and in need, the taste of his cum still on my lips.

The next day I ask … no beg him to allow me to ride Kevin.  "Ride him all you want but don’t you dare cum.“  Every morning I text him and ask if I can cum.  He says "No.”  Every day I ask if I can have the pleasure of fucking a dildo.  I don’t know from day to day whether he will allow me to ride the dildo, or him.

Fucking hot!