Marcus came to check on Joe. “How are you doing?” “Better,” Joe said. “But I every time I think of Todd I just want to punch him in the face.” “Well. That’s a normal thing with Todd. The trick is to be able to have those thoughts without punching him in the face.” “He needs a good punch in the face.” Marcus folded his arms. “Well. Yes. But it never ends at that. You can seriously hurt or even kill someone if you punch them wrong. And it doesn’t take him down, it’ll just get worse. You know this. How many times have you been arrested or detained for fighting?” Joe didn’t answer. “Uh huh. You know. Learning to be at peace with your aggression is your salvation. Either that, or we have to start making some medical decisions about curbing your testosterone.” Joe exhaled. “I know that. I hate it. I feel like the Hulk sometimes.” “I’ll get better,” Marcus said. “I’m glad you pulled me off him and put me in time out, Marcus. I was hoping you would. I’m scared I’m going to get dependent on that.” Marcus made a noise in his throat. “That would be a problem. Maybe you need a shock collar.” “Are you serious?” “I don’t know,” Marcus said. “But I had another suggestion.” “What?” Joe asks. “I think enrolling you in some sort of martial art – an aggressive one like Brazilian Ju Jitsu or something – may help?” Joe rolled on his side to look at Marcus. “How would sending me to fighting classes make me STOP fighting?” “Cause it’d give you an outlet for your energy and aggression, but you’d learn how to control it and your strength. Learn some discipline. You work in an office. You don’t work out enough. You need an outlet. Something involving grappling.” Joe thought. “That sounds kind of fun….” “Better than a shock collar?” “Yeah. Or being castrated,” Joe snorts. “You know I’d never cut your balls off,” Marcus retorted. “I like to play with them too much.” Joe laughs. “Yeah you do. You could get me neuticles or something though.” “Oh dear god,” Marcus snorted. “Yeah no. Alright, I’ll look into it for you, boy.” “Thank you, Sir.” “You’re welcome. You have another twenty minutes with your thoughts and I’ll come untie you for a break ok?” “Yes Sir.” “Think you’ll be calm enough by then? Todd’s long gone.” “Yes Sir.” “Good boy. Holler if you need anything.” “Could I get some water please?” “Absolutely.” Marcus gave Joe’s foot a squeeze. “Be right back.”
Joe wiggled around for a moment and got comfortable again. Marcus was so patient with him. He felt more and more embarrassed about his out-of-control aggression every time he had to come tell Marcus what he’d done, head bowed, tail between his legs, bruises on his knuckles. But Marcus never punished him. Just disciplined him, or tied him and showed him stillness. And for once in his life, Joe felt like he could be saved. He loved Marcus a lot. He never wanted to be a good boy for anyone before. But for Marcus, it mattered. He didn’t want to let him down. Did Marcus really think ju-jitsu would be a good outlet for him? Joe was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear Marcus come back with water and startled when he appeared in his peripheral vision.
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“So I dunno, I guess I could we should go, but it’ll eat up the time I have left here, and plus the drive itself is so long it’s almost not worth it for the time we’re actually there, and -oops-” Danny bends over to pick up my mail he’s dropped. “Especially with the cost of gas and everything, I–”
“Oh my god.”
Danny straightens up. “Oh my god what?”
“I just….I just… I uh. I just realized that I love you.”
Danny turns a little pink. “What?”
“When you bent over to get the mail, the sun was making the back of your ass and thighs glow and I thought you were so goddamn beautiful and confident and I realized how content I am spending time with you…and yeah, fuck.” I run my fingers through my hair. “I’m in love with you.”
Danny is now thorough red in the face and ears. “Why did you have to tell me this before my six week training session in Virginia?”
“I – I don’t know. It just popped in my head! But like, I dunno – like, maybe it’s because I want to make sure you come back.”
Danny sets the mail down and walks over to me. He cups my face in his hands. “I will be back.”
“Really?” I smile.
“Really. I was uh…hoping you’d ask me to come back, honestly,” Danny admits.
“Really?” I ask.
“Really,” Danny says. “But I’m not going to tell you I love you now.”
“Wait, why?” I ask.
“Cause I want to say it when I come back. Cause then I’ll definitely know.”
“You’re…not sure now?”
Danny caresses my cheek. “Honey, I think I’m still high from all the sex you’ve been doing to me. Need to let that fuck fog clear a little and think straight.”
That makes me laugh. “I’m not sure if I should be flattered or annoyed that my cock has cock blocked me.”
“Flattered,” Danny says. “Been some good times in this apartment. But I want to like, know, know. I want to know how it feels to be apart.”
I snake my hands around and cup his ass in both hands. “I’ll wait impatiently for six weeks to see you again and await your answer.”
Danny exhales. “I’m going to have to impatiently wait for you to handle my ass like this again. Christ, I’m gonna be so horny when I get back….”
“Maybe you should decide if you love me before your fuck fog turns into a frustration fog.”
Danny raises an eyebrow. “or maybe I just make a mould of your cock and use it as a dildo instead.”
“Honey if you wanted to do that, I’d pay for it! Shit’s hot!”
That makes Danny howl.
I smile. I don’t need him to tell me he loves me. I know he does. Just by the look in his eyes and the way he’s twisting my shirt in his fingers.
Six weeks later, I got the answer I hoped for, and began running the clock on when to propose.
You’re not super reiligious, but you agree that Sunday should be a day of rest. You make sure your boys have some time where chores aren’t a priority. You let them sleep in. You all make brunch together. You unlock them for cleaning and showers, and it leads to sex. You push their beds together and enjoy them both. No rules, as long as you cum before them. Afterwards, you let them relax au naturale unlocked, and discuss the book you all have been reading. Yes, reading. You encourage them to read and well, it’s like a private book club for just your house.
One of your boys never had books growing up, his dad mocked him for it. The other one was more of a video game fan, but now they’re both readers. So you chat until you’re hungry, then it’s time to wash the sheets, have another shower, and have a snack.
Maybe a nap follows. Maybe more sex. But you always go for a walk in the evening, all holding hands.
You love your boys, and setting a day aside for them helps strengthen your bond as an odd sort of family. Since you started doing this, there’s been no more lashing out or tantrums and a big reductions in spankings. They communicate better and express themselves better. Plus, less complaining when you lock them up again.
You’re brushing your teeth when a moon appears in the part of the mirror where the fog has been wiped away. You turn and gaze at two round loafs of bread pressed against the glass. You raise an eyebrow as your boyfriend bounces his cheeks against the glass. You find it rather mesmerizing. Your boyfriend looks over his shoulder to make sure you’re watching.
You take a step forward and smack the glass where he’s standing. It made a loud noise as your palm connects with the hard surface. To your delight, he jumps anyway, although no contact was made. You chuckle. You spit out your toothpaste foam before you choke on it. You rinse and dry, and when you look over he’s still doing it, only it’s the front this time. His balls look super odd pressed against a flat surface. You make eye contact with the young man through the opaque glass and run your finger in a straight line over where his shaft is, up and down. He begins writing in the condensation with his own finger, but in order to do this he has to be writing backwards. “W A N T Y O U.” He writes. The N is going the wrong way. You press your palm to the cool surface. He presses his.
You smile in resignation. You slip out of your pajamas, open the door, and join him. Not much room in there, but you’re standing close enough together that it doesn’t really matter.
“See this ass? I mean LOOK at my ass, and my glorious thighs! I would always just stay home and jerk off instead of going to the gym, but man, I’m getting so much done in chastity.”
“Wow. I mean… yeah look at your definition.” “Insane right?” Jake asks. “Yeah, hot ass bro!” “Thanks man,” Jake grins. “Your man all over that ass?” “ALL over. He’s a horny fucker!” Jake laughs. “Do you get to cum, like ever?” “Well, like once every two weeks?” “That’s not too bad, really.” “If I stay in it too long, my horniness just kind of empties and I feel sullen and cranky and restless. I’d love to go longer, but it’s best when fresh.” “Insane, bro. I nut like almost every day.” “You should try it,” Jake suggests. “I could consider it. But like, can I tell you a secret?” Jake scratches his toned ass. “What bro?” The other gym patron grins and lowers his voice. “I kinda like feelin’ my dick move in my shorts when I’m on the treadmill.” Jake laughs and clutches his sides .”Oh dude! Hilarious! Yeah you can’t really feel that in a tight cage! But man, we are definitely gym buddies now.” “I’d love a gym buddy. Wanna spot me on reps?” “Love it. I have a feeling you won’t mind roving eyes.” Jake winks. “Nah man. Definitely not. Knowing you’re off limits makes it especially hot.”
Jake raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna come home super horny and my man is gonna be sooo caught off guard when I tackle him.” The man snorts. “You can thank me later! Goddamn your ass though…unf…”
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Holy cow. I am becoming a Daddy. When did THAT happen? when did all this grey happen? When did my ass get so big? When did I stop wearing jock straps? I must be seriously getting old… fuck..
Art picked up his phone and texted one of his favorite sluts. “Hey Damien, am I too old? Will the gays think I’m creepy?” Damien texted back: “???? Where is this coming from? Sure you’re a little silver, but you got this confident mature thing really works for you.” “Really?” “Uh duh. And besides, it’s only creepy when old dudes pretend they’re still 20. You don’t do that. You strut it.” “Wow, thanks. You want a photo of me in my underwear?” “Also duh. Also not in your underwear too…” Art sent him both. “Fuck you are so sexy Daddy. Would it be rude to invite myself over? I haven’t had sex in two days…” “Never rude. Bring wine.” “Mmm yes Daddy.” Art gave himself another look in the mirror. “I could get used to being a Daddy.” He tossed the phone on the bed. Better go get the lube and condoms ready. Damien always wore him out.
“What are you up to today?” “Cleanin out my closet,” Achmed texts back. “Getting rid of a lot?” “Yeah. I cut the legs off a pair of old jeans to make cute shorts.” “Short shorts?” “Nah, like thigh length. Looks great with those yellow socks you got me.” Achmed writes back. “Show me baby?” Achmed sends a photo. “That’s… a hell of a pose baby.” “Gotta show off the length!” “Mmn. I think that’s my new wallpaper.” “Ahahah you ain’t serious!” “How about I come over and you can see for sure?” “Only if you bring food. I’m starvin! Can’t fuck on an empty stomach you know.” “Done deal. Leave the socks on btw.”
“Mooooo~” the boy says to our cow. “Mrrrooooooo~” the cow replies. She likes to come over in the afternoon and say hi. The boy chuckles. “Moooooooooo.” “Mroooooooooo~” “Mooooooo” “Mooooooooo” “MOoooooOoooo.” “MooooooOOOOOOoooo…”
I can’t help it and start laughing. The boy looks over his shoulder. “How long have you been standing there Sir?” “Long enough. You know, I read your dossier pretty well. I didn’t know my houseboy had bovine interpretation skills.” My boy grins wide. “We’re talking about you you know.” I raise an eyebrow and fold my arms. “Are you now?” “Yeah, I mean – I can see how she made the mistake. We both see a big hunk of beef.”
I scoff with a groan and roll my eyes so hard they really roll out of my head. “Oh my god.” I turn and walk back into the house. I feel secretly pleased, but refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. I can hear him laughing from where I am in the kitchen. It’s bold and full – a nice sound. He didn’t laugh a lot when he came here. Too scared, too nervous. But he’s clearly happy and settling in well. And well, he made a new friend didn’t he?
I peek out the window. He’s petting her and rubbing her ears. Good lord, that’s so adorable. I let the houseboy win one over me. Nothing in the Housemaster Handbook about putting the “pun” in “punishment” for terrible zingers. Unless I think of something sexy and creative…
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He’s still learning how to tend to cock with his mouth, so you help him along with setting a rhythm. Nothing quite inspires a boy like two blunt fingers against the prostate. He hasn’t moved to touch his dark erection once in the last ten minutes. He’s focusing on his ass without even meaning to. You smile. Good progress is being made. You just have to invest the time to do so – sometimes hard, when you’re horny, but always always worth it.
