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“I’m hooome.” I close the door behind me and shuck off my shoes. Nothing. “Jude? Is anyone home?” I call out, setting down my briefcase and loosening my tie. The car is in the driveway.
Jude sticks his head down the stairwell and then jogs down to give me a welcome-home kiss. “Oh my god I am so glad to seee you, Jesus Christ. Things are insane around here! We went out for food at this bistro after the dentist appointment at 2, but Dominic got food poisoning and so he’s in bed resting and not doing his homework, but Anna has got the crazies and is making a mess up there with her toys. The dog hasn’t been walked, the cockatiel’s cage needs to be cleaned, someone’s been drawing on the bathroom walls again, and I *still* haven’t made dinner. Dominic says he’s not eating ever again, but Anna wants franks and beans but I forgot buy beans and-”

“Woah woah woah!” I laugh, “Slow down, sloow down. Come here. Deep breath.” I kiss him slowly and pull him into a hug. “Breathe.”
“But Anna-”
“Let her destroy the house. Messes can be picked up. Goo-gone and paint will fix the walls. Dominic is resting. We can order pizza. I’ll take care of the pets.”
“Nnng fine.” He nuzzles my neck and clings to me, rocking with me for several moments until the mania passes. “You smell nice. It makes me horny.”
“You bought me this cologne for Christmas.”
“Oh that’s why I bought it,” he chuckles.“
"Are you ok now?” I inquire.
He puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “Yeah, I’ll live. I’m fine. Pizza sounds great, actually.”
“…Jude?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Oh remember how I said Dominic got food poisoning? Yeah he barfed all over me. I never got dressed.”
I shake my head. “Man, makes my day sound dreadfully boring by comparison. I thought I’d top your day with my epic tale of a jammed printer and our boss falling asleep during an important meeting.”

The corners of Jude’s mouth turn up. “Oh I definitely want to hear the epic tale of the printer, you know how I get about toner.”
I laugh and kiss him again, then add in a low voice. “Oh baby, the toner was everywhere.”
“Oh baby.” Jude wiggles his eyebrows at me, plucking at my jacket lapels, making me grin.

“DADDYYYYYYYYY!”
I look up in time to see a 7 year old ball of energy shimmying down the stairs at lighting speed. I barely have enough time to kneel down to catch her before I’m nearly knocked on my ass.
“Hey there sweetie! Daddy tells me you’ve been quite busy today.”
“I built a city! and Dominic puked! It was gross! I built a cities for ponies! Come see Papa come see!”

Jude gestures in Anna’s direction. “You see what I mean? It’s like she had three Redbulls and six cups of coffee.”
“She’s seven. That’s her default status.” I pick her up and set her on my hip. “Go shower and get dressed, love. Go order dinner. I’ll take the kids for a walk with the dog, and when I come back we’ll eat ok? I’ll clean the tiel cage later.”
Jude looks relieved to have someone else in control for once. “I will do exactly that.” He steals another kiss from me. “Thank you.”

“Of course, love.” I start up the stairs then glance over my shoulder as he trails behind me, “Oh and Jude, while you’re in the shower, get really really clean.” I wink.
He lights up and bites his lip. “Promise? It’s been a week.”
“Dadddyyyyyyyyyyy.”
“Alright, we’re going baby. And yes Jude, I promise. You’re gonna feel it for another week after.”

I’m more than pleased to see him blush.

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Text is fictional. Men are Harry Louis and Hugo Martin from Lucas Entertainment, from the series Trapped in the Game. Source is the Lucas blog.

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femme4masc:

I am so sorry, babe. I really am.

I don’t know what happened today. I just saw you getting ready to walk out the door as I made breakfast, wearing nothing but an apron. There he was, my Man in his perfect suit, and… something came over me. I had to have you.

I’m sorry that I jumped you and wrapped my legs around your waist, and started biting your neck and ears like a little animal.

Sorry that you tried to get me off of you by tickling me, but then I took your hand and stuck your finger up my pussy and effectively neutralized you. You should’ve seen the determination melt off your face.

I’m sorry that I made you my prisoner by using the padded handcuffs you got me to bind you to the kitchen island.

Sorry, Sir, that I so inconsiderately ripped open one of your favorite dress shirts and didn’t even bother to pull your tie off completely, just to feel your cut torso against my bare hands.

Sorry that I undid your belt and pants so fast, as only I can, fished out your hard rod (which was encouragement, really, since it betrayed that you wanted this), and promptly engulfed it with my boipussy.

I’m sorry that I left you hot and bothered, confused, a heaving mess on the floor of my kitchen, and made you be on time for work, as opposed to “15 minutes early always,” like you like to be.

For all it’s worth, Sir, notice how clean — if a bit wrinkled — your clothes still are. This is me, your pussyboi, we’re talking about. I never waste a single drop. It all went inside me, like it should always be.

I’m so sorry. I just had to. I’ll take the handcuffs off. I’ll help you put your clothes back on and go back to looking sharp, as is our custom. Please don’t be mad at me, babe. I’m just a clever, cunning, hungry little pussyboi who can’t contain himself when he sees his big Stud. Who can’t help but please Sir, and won’t rest until there’s a satisfied grin on Sir’s face, like there was this morning when I let you go to work.

Truly, my sincerest apologies, Sir. I promise you it will happen again.

“Mm I’m not sure your apology is sincere enough… I might have to give you a spanking to ensure you’ll do it again.”

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Jesse the IT guy was sick and tired of being the punching bag for the windbags in upper management. They knew little about how to use technology yet it was always Jesse’s fault when they installed a toolbar, saved over a crucial file, or forgot their password even though it was their last name first initial. One of these jackasses was tolerable, this guy named Gordon. A Mac user, he was completely helpless on a Windows PC but he was at least polite and cordial when asking for help (which was often). When Jesse did his end-of-the-month internet history checks, he was shocked to see Gordon had been doing searches for gay porn at work. He was supposed to report these things immediately as they were fireable offenses, yet, Jesse had a better idea.

He saw that Gordon had a fetish for eating ass and Jesse had always wanted to try it. So, after confronting him in an empty conference room, they struck a deal – Gordon on his knees for the lowly IT guy; Gordon got to keep his job, and Jesse’s ass got all the attention it could want. Boy had a magical velvet tongue, and he was an excellent cocksucker too. Of course, Jesse also taught Gordon how to find the best porn online but only when he wasn’t at work. He was happy to help Gordon stay at that company for a long time. Hell, it was the best job Jesse ever had.

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youthfuldominance:

What I love most about this image are the items clipped on the Dom’s belt. He is constantly working to sure a good experience for the boy. He is ready to react and create something new. Just so the boy gets what he needs. 

“It’s taken me months to figure out the perfect way to display my property, boy. Today I finally achieved it – you’re completely vulnerable and helplessly exposed, your body thrust forward for me to use or abuse as I wish. I’ve stripped of your hair, clothes, and identity yet as our time together has passed you just plead harder to be used, to be fucked, to be edged. It’s not easy living up to your level of need, but I’ve finally tamed you. You were meant to wear my collar. We have so many more years to grow together, slave, but you will always look more beautiful when I get to look down at you.”

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hunkdude:

Linea alba.

“I dunno CJ…. I mean…you’re going to laugh. I’m going to disappoint you. Last week someone at the gym snickered at me…”
I should be listening with intensity to his concerns and soothing them, but holy hell how is he so oblivious to how hot he is? The lights reflecting off the water trailing down his warm freshly scrubbed flesh highlight every curve and bump and groove. His skin is utterly flawless – I can tell he waxed recently. That adorable Spanish accent of his is making my heart thud too.
“Salvadore…” I coo at him, “I told you. I love men. I don’t have a standard that I use to rate boyfriends. Big cock aren’t always better. They’re harder to suck aren’t they?”
His deep brown eyes flicker up at me then back down at the towel, “You have to promise you won’t laugh.”
“I promise.” I hold up my hand in a scouts-honor.

He bites his lip as if having an internal conversation with Jesus, then emits a little sigh, “Alright. But don’t laugh.”
I smile. His sculpted arms relax and the damp terrycloth is pulled from his fingers to the floor by gravity. The back goes first revealing a luscious and pert ass just as brown and glistening as the rest. My mouth waters as I crave sinking my teeth into it. Fuck he is too gorgeous for his own good! My eyes wander to his exposed genitalia and drink in the sight as my own cock swells. Sal’s penis is small, maybe two and a half inches if you stretch it out. Just enough skin covers the tip. His balls are obscenely round and each about the size and color of a lychee with the texture of grape skins. I moan involuntarily. It’s…well, lovely in how minimal and tidy everything is hanging there. Not an excess wrinkle or hair or bump anywhere. Perfection. “Oh Sal…” I murmur, now erect myself.

“….You’re not laughing.” He looks perplexed.
I can’t help but giggle at that. His accent makes him sound a bit petulant. It’s endearing, “Sal, love…you’re beautiful.” I try not to gasp at how fast he flushes. His cheeks, his tears, even his pectorals turn a sweet shade of pink. “I must have you,” I breath. I step forward and place one hand on his sternum while my other cool hand cups his balls and cock in my palm. He gasps. It’s like wrapping my hand around a cup of freshly poured tea.

Sal exhales softly as I fondle him, eventually resting his head on my shoulder. His bangs leave a damp impression on my shirt. I massage the underside of his balls with my fingerpads while stimulating his head with the heel of my palm. Once the skin starts to react I rove my hand all over him, stroking and petting and squeezing until the glans emerges. Then, I scale back to just giving attention to the shaft of his cock with traditional up and down movements. Within moments, Sal digs his fingers into my arm, tenses, and emits a soft whimper in my ear while warm liquid fills my palm. It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve experienced with another man. My pulse is pounding, my throat dry. 

I take Salvatore to bed and make love to him.