I haven’t posted anything in awhile. Here we are, doing the dickbutt thing!
Not sure if you didn’t get the instructions in the mail or what, but the dick goes in the butt. Just an FYI.
Tag: cock and balls
It’s too hot to write, so have this instead.
Jasper took his boyfriend Ryan to see the movie he’d been begging to go see. He’d been a good and obedient boy and Jasper thought it was a right reward. They went to a matinee and the theater was half empty; they took a seat in the back. The movie had a good advertising team but began to lose its appeal halfway through. Without anything to distract him from being horny, Ryan began to squirm.
Jasper pulled him into his lap and with great care, unbuttoned his pants and worked the zipper down without a sound. He slid a hand the heat of Ryan’s pants and cupped the locked cock he found within. Ryan arched into his hand instinctively, one of his own hands on Jasper’s wrists – if they got caught…! Jasper didn’t seem to feel threatened. He settled in, seeming quite comfortable. Then, Ryan felt it. Jasper was touching him, but just the tip of his finger and just the slit of skin attainable through the piss window of the chastity cage. He was caressing it gently, over and over and over and over, worrying at it distractedly as he watched the movie.
Ryan bit off a moan. It was just a tiny percentage of skin but his body felt on fire and responded immediately, mistakenly believing all him was being stroked. His cock swelled to a near painful level, pushing hard against the plastic. He whispered a plea for Jasper to stop but he brushed Ryan off and continued to tease him; soon Jasper’s fingers were wet from pre-cum. Soon the excess ran over his digits and dampened Ryan’s underwear.
The skin became quite sensitive and Ryan began to twitch and jolt because the orgasm kept building and building without release. It was becoming harder to mask his breathing, his involuntary squeaks. Jasper let him carry on until he was at risk of embarrassing himself, then he stopped. He cupped Ryan’s balls in his hand and let his hand rest, enjoying the feeling of the full things throbbing in his hand. Ryan was sure he’d make it through the rest of the movie like this until Jasper began to rub his thumb against his sac. The pre-cum began to drip again and he was mere seconds away from begging for a fuck, for some relief, an end to this delicious misery…. but Jasper had more wicked ideas.
He unzipped his coat pocket and took something out in a plastic bag. It was hard to see what it was in the dark theater, but when Jasper pressed it into Ryan’s hand – he knew what it was: the longest, thickest plug he owned. Jasper’s husky whisper filled his ear. “Go to the bathroom and put it inside of you. There’s a packet of travel lube in there. Work it until you began to drip again, then remove your underwear, put them in the back, and come back to me.”
Ryan had no option but to obey, as his other choice was to sit there frustrated out of his mind. At least being full would help take the edge off and push some of the cum out of his heavy balls. He felt bad though, for the guy who heard him groan when the plug popped in – he left the bathroom so fast he practically ran.
Ten minutes later, Ryan returned to his boyfriend with mincing steps. Every move he made pushed the plug against his prostate, clouding his mind with lust and desire. His cock ached and his pre-cum now ran down his thigh. Jasper tucked the bag with his underwear in it back inside his jacket as if it were a cellphone or a wallet.
“Good boy,” he murmured. Ryan was sure this was nearly over; the movie was coming to a close. He would survive sitting plugged for another fifteen minutes…as long as he didn’t move. Then, then Jasper reached over, slid his hand into Ryan’s pants, and began to tease his dick through the slit again. There was nothing he could do except bite back the moans.
It was the longest movie ending in Ryan’s life, but it was marginally improved by how horny he felt. He was entirely sure he’d be fucked by Jasper in the car, or taken home and fucked, or fucked ere in the bathroom… but Jasper was evil and with a casual air, mildly informed Ryan they were going out to dinner afterwards. Ryan groaned. His balls felt like they were going to explode, but it wasn’t Jasper’s concern when Ryan got to come or not. Milking could always be done later, after a nice slow dinner and drinks. Or perhaps not at all. He would hate to spoil the pent up seed and take away Ryan’s reason to beg him for a morning fuck. …and Jasper did like to hear Ryan beg.
When they were in the parking, Jasper noticed his boyfriend was lingering so he gave Ryan a swat on the ass, pushing the plug right into his gland. Ryan cried out in ecstasy and fresh hot seed ran down his leg.
“Come on love, hurry up now, or we’ll miss our reservation.”
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Text is fictional. I think this is kinkilike.
In the weding
“Julio? Where are you?”
“Over here. Is it ok for you to see me before the wedding?”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing. You barely slept last night in exciteme – wooow look at you! You look incredible, Julio. I’m so glad I spent the money to get your suit fitted. Just…wow.”
He blushes and smooths out invisible wrinkles.
“Mmm.” My eyes roved over him from top to bottom. There was not an inch I didn’t want to eat. “Take it out.”
“…Now?”
“Yes, I want to see you fully dressed.”
Julio’s signature blush returned to his cheeks. He pulls out his tucked-in shirt, then unzips his pants and extracts his package. I sigh. He’s really perfect. My dream boy come to life. There are not words to express how badly I want to ravish him and send him to the altar thoroughly fucked and flushed.
“Jesus. You are a gift, Julio. I am so lucky you are marrying me.” I step forward and pull him up against me to kiss his glossy lips. I slide my palms over the slick fabric fitted to his ass and push my crotch up against his. I slide one hand between us and stroke the plastic around his cock. He watches me do so, although he can’t feel it. I like that he watches, as if Julio needs the visual confirmation that I am denying him the pleasure of skin to skin contact. Still, the flesh is pushing up hard against the restraint.
“I can’t wait for our honey moon when you unlock me,” he pants. Julio is easily aroused. “We’re going to spend the entire day in bed.”
I nuzzle him. “You’re going to have to wait. We have to get married first.”
Julio moans. “I knew I was going to be horny when we got married.”
I chuckle. “Well, everything makes you horny…”
“Even more so now that my unlocked date is coming up so soon!”
“You’ve been such a good boy,” I murmur as I nibble on his ear. “You are going to get your perfect wedding night, indeed… but you will be locked up right after.”
He pulls away in surprise. “What? I thought it was coming off for good!”
“Well, that’s what I thought too. Then I realized something, Julio. When you and I met, our relationship was purely based on sex. Sex, sex, sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex – in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the elevator, in the club bathroom, behind the wall at that park. I was falling in love with you, but you saw me as nothing but a cock.”
“I did not!” he huffs.
“We rushed through every date we had to get to sex,” I gently remind him. “When I introduced you to chastity, I was hoping you’d like it as a kink and want to try it out, but it was also to try and take the erections away. I wanted to get to know you, the real you. I wanted to know if there was any emotion at all behind your pretty blue eyes. We started to go on real dates, you and I. Do you remember how fun those were? How romantic? There was no pretense or expectation…” I sigh. “You made me so happy.”
I watch his face furrow and then it dawns on him. “I never made the connection before, but I didn’t start falling in love with you until…. after our third date. I was just annoyed you wouldn’t unlock me because I was so horny, but it made me look forward to seeing you all the time – then I started thinking about you more than your cock… wow, I had no idea I had the chastity device to thank.”
“Thanks for what?”
“Oh man…” Julio looks concerned. “To think. If you hadn’t put it on me, our relationship wouldn’t have ever gotten past the purely-sex phase. I wouldn’t have realized the love of my life was right in front of me but I was too horny to see it. Someone else would have snatched you up, married you…”
I kiss him on the forehead. “But that didn’t happen. I love you so much Julio, and I’m so unbelievably happy you said ‘yes’ when I proposed.”
“Oh god,” he says, “I cried so much when you popped the question. I had been suspecting it but I was sooo surprised. I can’t believe I’m settling down.” He sniffs.
“Oh no,” I chuckle, “Sweetheart, don’t cry you’re going to make me cry.” I push away his tears with my knuckles. “Crying is for the ceremony ok?”
He nods. I give him a tissue. “I’ll hold myself together until then. And Dominick?”
“Yes?”
“I’m…kind of scared now, what would happen if you let me out of chastity too long. Would I fall out of love with you and just become another horny, sex crazed twink all over again? I don’t want to be a robot without any feelings.”
“Oh Julio, I shouldn’t have brought this up. You’re so emotional now.”
He huffs. “Well you did.”
I tuck him back in his pants and fix his shirt. “We’ll see what happens when I unlock you on our honeymoon. I was hoping you’d keep it off for the entire honeymoon, but you can always ask me to put it back on.”
He nods. “Is it safe to continue wearing the plastic one? It’s hard to clean.”
“Well, I was going to surprise you in Tahiti, but I got you a metal one, sweetheart, one that’s much easier to clean.”
“Oh Dominick!” he throws his arms around me. “You take such good care of me. I’m so glad I entrusted my heart to you.”
I squeeze him hard. “I will never lock that up though. I want it to beat loud and clear.”
He takes my hand and places it over his chest. “Can you feel it?”
I pause. “Yes, yes I do. I think it’s pounding out the Morse code for ‘I love you’.”
“Oh it is, Dominick, it is.” We embrace for a quiet moment, then Julio speaks up again, “Hey um…do we have a little time?”
“I think so,” I say as I glance at my watch. “Yes.”
“Would you fuck me please? You can see the outline of my full balls in these pants because they’re so clingy, even through the underwear!”
“Can you?” I tilt my head and cup him with my hand. “Mm you can. That’s fucking hot but your mother would cry. I want to save sex for our wedding night, though. Take off your pants so we don’t get drips on them. I’ll get the travel vibrator I keep in my bag and milk you real fast.”
“Oh I’m so glad you brought it with you Dominick. I don’t want to be leaking at the altar.”
“Well, as hot as that would be, I want you to focus on me up there, not your cock.”
“Agreed.”
I kiss him. “Ok I’ll be right back. Put a paper towel down and get on all fours on the sofa. I’ll be right back.”
It only took a moment to find the device. I found him in the same dressing room, naked from the waist down, shirt tails flipped up and out of the way. His plump ass was on view to me, and my cock began to throb at the view of it. I couldn’t take him though, it wasn’t time. I pulled up a chair next to the sofa and made sure the paper towel was in place.
I cupped his balls in my warm hand, stroking and petting them until he was aroused and swollen.
“Oh Dominick!” he gasped, squirming my hand. “Oh god, it feels so good. I just went from zero to horny in like 3 seconds!”
“That’s normal,” I quip. “Your balls are really full. I had no idea they could get this big. Maybe when we get home from Tahiti, it’ll be time for a ball stretcher.”
He groans, his face resting on the back of the sofa. “Don’t tease me, please, just milk me.”
“I am, I am. Just preparing you.” I lift his cock with my hand and nestle the vibrator tip right up between where his cock meets his balls, then flick it on.
He bellows out a moan and rolls his hips. I lick my lips. This is supposed to be a clinical exercise, but when I give him any sort of attention to his groin he automatically tries to seduce me to get more of it. “Calm down boy, just focus on the vibrations.”
“Feels so good,” Julio nearly sobs.
I move the vibrator in little circles against his testicles, loving the way Julio tries to escape my grip. His cock is jumping and twitching, try its best to get hard – but it’s futile, owned and locked. A couple milky drops indicate the rest is coming, and in a few seconds his seed gushes out in spurts all over the towel.
“Oh!” he cries out. “Ooooh god. It always feels so weird, Dominick! The pressure vanishes, but I’m still super horny. It almost feels like I’m peeing or something.”
I give him a little extra vibration to get the stragglers, then shut it off. He whimpers. “It’s perfect then isn’t it? Now your balls should fit better in your dress pants, your mind should be a bit clearer too.”
“Are – are you sure you won’t fuck me?” Julio asks.
“On the honeymoon,” I reply. I give his package a couple tugs, then go to find a napkin to clean up the mess. Julio watches me with clear eyes as I tidy up his groin and dress him. In minutes, he’s presentable again.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Wonderful,” he admits. “Like I’m ready to be married.”
I smile. “Your dad should be coming for you soon. I’ll see you at the altar.”
“Can’t wait.”
We share a kiss and then part.
In the photos of our wedding, Julio looks blissed out and is smiling like an idiot. I cried a lot and my eyes are red in some of the shots, but in a lot of them I’m staring lovingly at him instead of the camera. When I enjoy most about our photos though is what you can’t see – his cage under his clothes, and the key on a silver chain around my neck tucked into my shirt.
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Text is fictional. Source is OP I think.
Marcus pretended the act of unbuttoning his jeans was much more involved than it actually was. He was nervous though, eyes flicking up and down at the man watching him intently.
“Come on shy boy. Open up.”
Marcus chewed on his lower lip and oh so slowly unzipped his jeans and parted the flaps to show off his flaccid cock for his suitor. He knew what the man would say and he just wanted to savor the moment of the potential before the rejection, but the man was impatient today.
The man said a soft “yes, that’s it,” under his breath. Damien took a moment to admire the shy cock trying to curl back under its owner. A thick main vein ran down the topside of the shaft, no doubt there to pump it full of blood and double its size when hard. Damien reached for Marcus’s cock like he owned it, hefting it in his hand and testing the girth with his fingers. It wasn’t at all sexual, it was like being graded for its quality of meat.
“It’s too big isn’t it…?”
“What?” Damian tilted his head, “No, it’s fine. I can absolutely fit it into a chastity device. By this evening, if you desire. I can have you locked up and safe and you can sleep tonight knowing you have been properly put into your place, just like you always wanted.”
Marcus’s jaw dropped. “What? Really? You’re serious. No one else has said that before!”
The man barked out a laugh. “Amateurs. You did the right thing by coming to me. A lot of boys don’t even know why they’re so miserable and have to be locked up forcefully before the clarity comes. You were smart, and figured it out early. That deserves special recognition.”
“Cause – cause, a locked boy is a happy boy,” Marcus blurted out the slogan he’d seen on the internet.
“Yes,” the man exhaled, looking pleased. “What was your name, Marcus?”
He nods, eagerly. “Yes sir.”
“You are a breath of fresh air Marcus. So wonderful to see a boy seeking a man out, instead of the other way around.”
Marcus beamed, a bit pink in the cheeks. “Thank – thank you sir. I just …I just want to be happy. I’m not happy. I still masturbate way too much, people keep assuming I’m a top, and feel so lost at bars. I don’t know who is safe, who is bad. I just need, really, really need guidance, but it’s so distracting having my cock just flopping around in my pants.”
Damian ruffled his hair and rebuttoned Marcus’s pants. “There there, it’s alright. No need to get emotional now. I’m going to fix this. I’m going to get you locked up, and I’ll make sure you get milked when it’s good for you, not when society flashes a sexy image you.”
“God, thank you Sir, thank you so much. I need this so bad…”
“You need a superior man to guide you, I understand,” Damian said, patting the bulge in Marcus’s jeans. “Come over tonight at 7. I’ll make dinner, then we can get you cleaned and secure and you can spend the night in case you’re uncomfortable and need adjustments.”
“Is it really gonna be uncomfortable?”
“It shouldn’t be no. It should be snug, to keep your dick small and your hard-ons restricted but sometimes the ring is too tight or your balls tingle because of pinched nerves. Eager boys with bad training often get erections because chastity devices make their dick hard. It can be scary the first time you try to get hard and can’t. I want to be there to reassure you.”
Marcus nodded, wide eyes locked on Damian. “7 tonight, Sir?”
“Yes. I have to prepare your room. I’ll text you my address. Go home and wrap up whatever you need to do today. Oh, and no masturbating.”
“Yes sir, wouldn’t even think of it. Thank you very much, Master Damien.”
Marcus wanted to kneel and kiss his feet, but they weren’t in that kind of relationship yet. He gave a polite handshake and ran back to his car, trying to control his beating heart. It was really happening. No one took him seriously when he wanted to do the impossible – control his sex drive – but Marcus knew better. He knew that not all men are created equal, and that the road to contentment is embracing your place in the hierarchy. He’d known that since he first saw a man and wanted to be dominated by him. Damian was going to be his keyholder to happiness. He checked his watch three times on the way home…7 couldn’t come fast enough.
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Text is fictional.
Heinrich’s family were professional nature photographers; over the summer, when he was out of boarding school, he’d go with them on all sort of exotic adventures. For a story on sea turtles, they settled on a beach-side town in Ecuador. Heinrich, bilingual in three languages, quickly made friends with the locals. He learned of a secluded gay spot on the beach and wasted no time introducing himself to the boys. They were all beautiful and dark and shameless, and Heinrich thought he was in paradise. They were all so nice and friendly. Used to the pale genitalia of other Europeans, Heinrich was fascinated by their tanned flaccid cocks and the dark mahogany color of their balls.
The boy were so nice and let Heinrich touch and explore all he wanted. From watching the other boys, Heinrich learned that cupping another boy between the legs means you’re interested in him. Heinrich got up his courage and pursued a young man he’d fancied, sneaking a hand in to cup Domingo’s plump balls right as a wave knocked him into Heinrich’s arms. He accepted Heinrich’s offer by pushing him back into the sand with a heavy kiss.
They barely made it back to the towel before they collapsed on top of it, grabbing the body oil and rutting like animals on the hot sand. Dominigo pinned the German boy down and took him hard, marveling at how his cock looked being swallowed up Heinrich’s alabaster ass. They ignored the cat calls from other gay beach-goers, lost in carnal lust of one-time sex.
Heinrich became very fond of Ecuador and later moved there to attend college. The beach boys gave him a nickname – Blanco – as a sign that he had been accepted as one of them.
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Text is fictional. Source is…porn, I guess. Sources are hard to find lately.
My first post. Been locked for a week by a new keyholder intent on edging me and keeping me constantly dripping. Stay tuned…
As it should be. Every boy should experience this at the hands of an experienced man at least once in their lives.
“Finally, got everything all neat and squared away! Sure is a lot of work just to isolate my favorite toy, but it’s worth it. Now it’s time to play without any pesky distractions or hindrances interrupting my fun. Oh, it’s all soft, tsk tsk, no, we can’t have that now can we, boy? And you are definitely a boy, mm yes you are.”
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Text is fictional. Source…later.
That pink cage hides the small cock cleanly and shows off this boi’s beautiful full round balls instead. Definitely hard to ignore – no keyholder would be able to resist the temptation of cupping them in their hand and feeling their heat and heft. You know this boi feels them with every step he takes, which is probably why his trapped cock is pressing so hard against it’s prison. This is a proper state of existence for a boi under the tutelage of a keyholder.
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Text is fictional. Source is unknown, and the sexuality of this boy is speculation.
Thirty five Portuguese dancers undress to full nudity in front of the camera. They become the object of desire with a sensual provocative performance.
Go to http://www.antoniodasilvafilms.com/dancers to watch the explicit trailer and the full length film.
Well, there’s this.
(Source: http://profbeef.tumblr.com/)