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Mikhail had purchased Boris off the black market as a personal attendant – someone to keep his room, warm his bed, and act as the entertainment for him and his guests. Boris took orders well, and he seemed to adjust appropriately to his new position. But as winter warmed into summer, Boris began to wilt. Mikhail was concerned. It wasn’t a lack of things to do or thinks to stimulate his mind.

Boris enjoyed liked parties, he enjoyed lovemaking, he was good at the work he did, he spent his free time reading in the garden – but something was wrong. Boris refused to say anything was wrong. His family had been torn by debt and crime; the money Boris brought on the black market had helped his mother get an apartment. He didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

But Mikhail persisted. He waited until Boris was softened by particularly long session of sex to try to pry him open. Boris finally admitted he missed his brother – and to Mikhail’s shock, Boris began to cry. His father had sold both boys to pay off the debts to loansharks, something not unheard of for a poor family in a poor post-Soviet country. The boys had been separated. Boris assumed they would stay in contact somehow, but it was too hard. Boris was just so worried about his brother, Alexei.

It took Mikhail two months to track down where Alexei went. He was working in factory processing and packing drugs. The men were just indentured labor there. Basically meat. Meat had a price. Mikhail negotiated, closed the deal in a day, and sent his driver to go pick Alexei up. Alexei was bewildered when he stumbled out into the daylight to see a Mercedes waiting for him.

Of course, this was a surprise, and Boris’s reaction to Alexei’s arrival made everyone cry.

Boris bloomed overnight. Mikhail was almost bewildered by the change. Boris was full of energy, all smiles, lots of jokes and laughter. He was so eager to please and do whatever Mikhail asked, and then some. Instead of languishing around the home, or garden for hours, Boris went on long walks and swims in the river. Mikhail’s well-heeled friends were bemused by Mikhail’s attention over his boy and how delighted he was to make him happy. Why are you treating your boy like your boyfriend? they would say with a chuckle. After all, they’re only meat.

One day, Mikhail was the last one awake on a late summer evening. Boris was asleep, attached to his side; Alexei was splayed out in bed next to his wife. They had made love all evening. He watched the curtains blow in the wind. A boy for him, a boy for his wife. It had worked out so well. Mikhail felt a bit sorry for his friends. No doubt they were not utilizing the full potential of their “meat”. What fools. Bringing Boris and Alexei home was the best investment he’d ever made.

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You’re both a decade too old to be fooling around in the woods, discovering each-other. But on this trip to the National Park you’ve made an unexpected friend – a friend like you. A friend who looks at you the same way a woman does.

He’s now bare in front of you with the most beautiful penis you’ve ever seen, curved like an archer’s bow. You’re desperate to touch it, but also scared. Your hands are trembling. The kisses are distracting you enough to prevent you from panicking and running away. His lips are so soft. You put your hands on his shorts. So close. Close enough to feel the heat coming off of him. You want to touch, but you’re just so scared.
He reaches down and brings your hands to his cock. You gasp. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. “Was that wrong?”
“No no it’s…it’s …” You glance down in disbelief that you are actually touching him. You run his shaft along the palm of your hand in an exploratory way. “It’s good. Very good. This is nice.”
He smiles and moves to kiss you again. “Good. Please don’t stop.”
You curl your fingers around his cock. He arches into your hand. The feeling of that makes your head spin. A surge of want courses through you and the chatter and noise of the forest melts away. You push him down to the grass and stroke him with purpose. He moans out in pleasure and wraps his arms around you. Blood pounds in your ears. Yes, yes! This is right.
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Jason pushes his shirt up.
“Above the nipples,” Paul states in that firm baritone.
Jason does but he’s averting Paul’s gaze.
“Beautiful.” Paul runs his palm down Jason’s flat stomach. He pushes his fingers into his hair and curls his fingers around Jason’s penis. It’s heavy, but not fully hard.
Heat rushes into Paul’s hand. This makes him smirk a little. Jason moves his knees together but Paul puts a hand on his thigh. “No, pet.” Jason vocalizes in protest. His cheeks are pink as hell. Paul looks him over and shakes his head slightly in amusement. He figured Jason would get less embarrassed over time, but he is still shy as ever. It’s utterly exploitable. Paul continues his motions, bringing Jason to full stiffness.

Once satisfied, Paul lets his hand fall away and examines his work. Jason’s cock bobs in mid-air, dark red. “Excellent.” He pushes Jason back so he falls back, head on the pillow. Jason exclaims in surprise and blinks up at Paul, startled.
“Just taking a shortcut, pet. For some reason, you’ve made me impatient today.” Paul reaches for the lube. Jason’s eyes follow him. He swallows hard. Paul lubricates his throbbing erection, staring directly at Jason, making sure he’s watching.
“After all this time, is it still hard for you to stare at another man’s cock?”
Jason swallows hard, again, but doesn’t answer.
“Do you not look at yourself in the mirror?”
“It’s different,” he stammers.
“Oh is it?”
“Y-yeah.”
Paul tilts his head a little. “I suppose it is all different for you. You know, being straight and all.” He tosses the lube aside and pushes up Jason’s legs, leaving slick fingerprints on his legs. Jason gives him a helpless look of mild fear and panic. Paul loves how hard this expression makes him feel. He is quite surprised every time Jason makes it this far. The first time was a drunken escapade that could have easily been discarded and forgotten, but when Jason came back to him? Paul does not understand it, but he has seized the opportunity regardless.

Jason is always tight because he refuses to practice. Paul would love to stretch him, but on the flip side, watching Jason’s face contort in discomfort and feel his muscular body wiggle under him nearly brings Paul to orgasm. He pins his shoulders to the bed and waits for Jason to adjust to Paul’s cock inside him. Paul feeds him one inch at a time, never compromising or hinting that anything less than all is acceptable. Because it won’t work if he doesn’t hit Jason’s prostate. The whole game will be spoiled.

Paul needs to see Jason’s lips part and listen to him gasp; he needs Jason to arch his back. He needs to see his eyes rolling back under half-closed lids. Paul needs to make sure Jason is thorough educated as to why he lets Paul fuck him. The lesson needs to stick. Paul knows how Jason thinks. Jason always tells himself this is the last time, until time passes, and he remembers…and needs it again… and he sneaks away from his girlfriend to spend time with Paul.

Paul thrusts into Jason and moans at the noises he makes. “Stroke yourself, pet. Do it. It’s not an option. Touch yourself. There you go, good pet. Stroke. I want both of my hands free to bring you to peak. Don’t stop stroking until you’ve cum. I want to see you splatter all over yourself. Show me how good my cock feels inside you. Show me.”

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Wallace slams the truck door. “BOY!” he hollers. “Did your clothes get baled too?”
“They’re in the back of the other truck.” He turns around and grins. “Too hot for clothes.” 
“Jesus you’re naked as the day you came out.”
Leroy glances down. “I’m wearing my boots still.”
“Uh huh.” 
“When I was sent out here for work release, I read those terms and conditions, and it didn’t say a thing about wearing clothes.” Leroy puts his hands on his hips.
Wallace wipes his forehead with his bandana. “It does say you need to wear appropriate clothes for the job.”
“Job’s done. Hay is all baled.”
“What? All of it?” Wallace glances at his watch. “How.”
“We lightened the clothes, and lightened the work load!” Lenny says. The other men behind the bales laugh with him.
“Man I pity the judge who had to handle you in court,” Wallace mutters.
That makes Leroy grin. 

“So what do you say Sir, have I earned some time in the swimming hole? I really want to go swimming, we all do. Please please please.”
Wallace’s eyes are stuck on Leroy’s toned, sun kissed body, marked with tan lines and bits of hay stuck to his work-honed muscles. “Jesus,” he mutters. He’s seen him shirtless, but full frontal is a lot to take in. Wallace shakes his head and turns his attention to the bales. He walks around in big circles and glances around the field. “Well fuck me, it has all been baled.” 
“Leroy came up with a more efficient way to do it. Got em on the truck in no time,” Jose explains as he comes around a large bale.
“Well isn’t that something. I’ll want the details later.” Wallace looks at Leroy – his face this time. “You couldn’t use those brain cells to avoid getting into trouble with the law in the first place?”
Leroy snickers. “Oh I knew I was going to get into trouble. Just didn’t care.”
That makes the work party laugh again.
“Man, Wallace, I hope you keep this one. He’s a riot!” Jose says.

Wallace wants a beer and badly. “God help all y’all. Alright, clean up the equipment, and you can get a swim in before the dinner bell.”
The men whoop and holler.
Leroy licks his lips. “You’re welcome to join us, Sir. We’ll uh, be skinny dipping.” He winks. 
“I don’t need to see everyone naked.”
“Shame. I’d like to see you naked though.” Leroy blows him a kiss and walks off to find his clothes.

Wallace’s eyebrows shoot up into his cowboy hat. A swim did sound ideal…seeing water sluice off that man’s body also sounds ideal. Wallace crosses himself. “Lord Jesus help me not give into temptation,” he mutters under his breath. The words didn’t feel like they were going to do much to protect him. His cock is straining against the denim of his jeans.

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Ryan stood under the cold spray of the outdoor shower and thought. The shock of the water temperature on this summer day mixed with the post-nut clarity lead him to feeling ashamed of himself. Ryan, seriously – you let the farrier fuck you? That guy? He’s old enough to be your dad almost. And he’s not even that hot. That was a bit slutty of you. You don’t need to be laid that badly do you? Ryan ran his hands over his face. Do I? It was two weeks since the last one, when I hooked up with that Grindr guy passing through town. Usually I can last a month. Maybe it’s cause it’s hot and everyone’s shirtless. Ryan was not convincing himself. Mostly because it felt pretty good to get laid, and Ryan knew he needed more of it. He could not deny that.

Ryan turned off the water and shook off the droplets. It would be another six weeks before the farrier came back to the ranch. Is this going to become a steady thing? Ryan wondered. He liked the idea of having a steady fuck, even if it was the farrier. Six weeks was still a long time to be considered “steady” in most places, but out here in the middle of nowhere that was still considered pretty lucky.

Ryan sighed and toweled off his muscles. God, if he could get laid once a week – maybe twice a week! – that would be heaven. Ryan glanced up and realized his horse Marcy was staring at him on the other side of the fence. She’d not seen him naked before. Ryan pointed a finger at her. “Don’t get any ideas. Also, can you go find me a prince? Thanks.” She snorted and walked off.
Ryan sighed. He needed a man. In the old days you could just place an ad in the paper for a “country husband”. “Country slut needs gay ranchhand” would not work. Ryan was gonna have to get creative. Now he’d been freshly fucked, all he was gonna think about for a while was getting his next dick. This was a problem that could not be solved by a trip to the feed store.

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“This is so strange! The air is freezing but the water is warm. Look at me, I’m shirtless!”
Alexei set his vodka tonic on the edge of the hot tub. “You are shirtless, and I am looking. You’ve never been in a hot tub before?”
“Not when it’s this cold out. I would have never thought to do it in winter. And we don’t have like, real winter in Texas. Not like Colorado.“ Donovan turned around to gaze at the snow-covered manor. “This is so much better than Waco.”
“I’m glad you took my offer to join me on my holiday. I didn’t think you would.”
Donovan stood in front of Alexei and fiddled with the bracelet Alexei gifted him. “Well you’re not like one of my normal clients…
“I’m not?” Alexei can’t hide his surprise.
“No. You talk to me like a normal person, and you gave me such good advice about that guy I was dating. Like, I can tell you see me as a person and not just a piece of ass, I guess?”
Alexei put his hands on Donovan’s hips and ran his thumbs along the lines of his iliac crests. “It gets boring if you just care about the ass or the cock or whatever. The human element is what makes relationships fun. And you’re very interesting to me.”
“I am?”
“Yes. All my friends are old Russian guys, European guys, American guys… all they care about is their stock portfolios, dividends investments, etc. So boring! They tell me they fucked some hot model in Milan and can’t even remember their name or their hair color, and then back to the investments. So boring. I like hearing about your life, university studies, boyfriends… your cooking attempts. Your misadventures as a cam boy.”
Donovan chuckled. He guided Alexei’s hands to the back, giving him permission to cup his ass. “You’re the only one I can really talk to about those misadventures. No one else knows.”
“Really? Donovan, sweetheart, you need to tell someone besides me. For safety.”
Donovan scoffed. “Safety? Alexei, honey, I’m not worried. You know how loud I can scream.”

Alexei laughed. He took a sip of his drink and returned to massaging Donovan’s ass. “You must be cold. Here, sit on my lap.”
Donovan happily did. “ooo much better. Are my lips cold?
Alexei smirked. He began to kiss Donovan, enjoying the chill of his skin and the warmth underneath. “Mn, a little bit, but still nice…”
Donovan groaned softly. He pressed his palms to Alexei’s pectorals and fanned his hands out. “God it’s nice to be kissed for once…”

Alexei had a hard time pulling his lips away from Donovan’s jaw. “What? Your boyfriends don’t kiss you?”
“Well when I have them. And sometimes the timing is all wrong. Like sometimes I get myself so horny on camera, I just suddenly want a guy to fuck me, but like a dildo isn’t the same thing as a real cock.
The downside of camming is that sometimes when you want that intimate touch you go with out.” Donovan pouted. “It’s really the only downside.”
Alexei ran his thumb over his lower lip. “Do you not have Grindr?”
“I do but…Baylor is a Christian university. In Texas. Not a lot of uh, options, and sometimes it can be a lot of work just to find someone compatible to fuck you.”
“Hmmm. It is like that in Russia. It can be a bit dangerous.”
Donovan drew a circle on Alexei’s chest. “It was nice last night, to have fun like that. I guess it’s time to confess I jerked off once to imagining you inside me. You have such a great cock Alexei. I was really happy when you invited me here. I hoped we had the same ideas…”
Alexei groaned. He muttered some curse words in Russian. “Donovan, you are going to give this boring old man a heart attack from all my blood rushing south.”
“You’re not old,” Donovan giggled.
“I’m almost twice your age.”
“You fuck like someone my age though.” Donovan grinned.
“Russian stamina,” Alexei bragged.
“We can’t uh, do stuff in a hot tub can we?” Donovan tugged at the waistband of Alexei’s speedo.
Alexei sighed. “No, heat and cum is a bad mix.”
“Oh right…”
“Why don’t we head inside? You’re not supposed to stay too long in a hot tub anyway. I need another drink and you need a good fucking.”
“I do don’t I?”
“You do. I’m going to send you back to Waco with a lot of new material to jerk off too.”
“God don’t mention Waco right now,” Donovan groaned. “It’s going to be so hard to be back there after this.”

Alexei helped Donovan out of the hot tub and into a towel. “I’ll guess we’ll have to make this a regular thing.”
Donovan was so stunned it took him a moment to process that he was standing in snow and his feet were freezing.

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I dress and watch him. He’s stretching, enjoying the sun on his skin. We’re a little late this morning. We had some quick sex before a shower. He’s glowing and energetic. Ready to face his work  – letting the chickens out, gathering eggs, feeding the horse, and getting the newspaper. He’ll make breakfast. I’ll make the bed, put in laundry, make tea, and we’ll eat together. Then I’ll head into my office in the backyard to work, he’ll go into his ceramics studio, and we’ll regroup for a game of badminton before lunch.

He finishes his stretches and moves to head out.
“Reggie?” I say, catching him mid-step.
“Yessir?”
“Are you happy here? I mean, do you miss the city at all? Your previous lifestyle?”
Reginald raises an eyebrow. “Where did that come from?”
“Cause like you make me so happy I feel sick sometimes, and I just can’t help but feel a bit guilty my happiness may come at expense of your own.”
Reginald smiles. “It doesn’t matter where I am as long as I’m with you, Sir.”
A lump forms in my throat. “But you have to miss things a little bit…”
Reggie thinks. “I miss take out. And I miss the convenience of popping to the store for things. And the clubs. But then I remember I have my own horse, and I can walk around naked without the neighbors complaining, and I’m eating veg from my garden. I can always go to the clubs on a city visit, like we did last month-” he points at me. I nod. “But at the end, I like coming home here. To our home.”
“Ah. Well that’s good.” I manage to choke that out around the growing lump.
“Just good?” Reginald teases me.
“Very good. Great – it’s, it’s great. Better than uh, great.”
Reginald giggles. He walks back up to give me a hug. I sigh in contentment as his bare body presses against mine. I embrace him back tight. He’s even warmer than this morning.
“I love you,” Reggie says.
“I love you too.” I reply
He squeezes my arm and flashes a little smile. “Better not keep the chickens waiting or they will be cross if they’re not let out.” I wave him off. He kisses the corner of my mouth and floats off. I sigh. I stare at the void he left in the room with wistfulness.

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“Are you taking my picture now? I’m not wearing much.”
“Sure am. I want a nice photo of you. You worked hard on that body during Covid. A lot of pictures I have of you are just your face.”
“We did take a lot of stupid selfies on the couch. And in the car. And in bed.”
“You can’t tell we’re naked in some of those.” I grin.
He gives me that “you’re such a rapscallion” look. “Ok, fine. Take your photo.”
I adjust the focus and zoom and snap a couple. “Turn a little sideways. There. Good.” I take another two and put my camera away. “I appreciated that.”
“No problem. But if you wanted some half naked photos me to jerk off when I’m not there, you could have just asked.”
“Pfft. If it was for wanking, I would have requested you’d be naked. Some naked photos would be nice though…”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’d like photos of me naked?”
I blink. “Duh.”
He blushes. “Hmm. We’ll see how slutty I feel tonight.”

He leaves me to think about that and wades into the river for a swim. I end up taking my camera out again to take a few shots of him, until he begs me to come in and join him. Not a difficult choice. It’s muggy and humid, and the water is blissfully frigid. Once I get in, he swims up to me, puts his swimwear in my hands with a smirk on his face, and glides off. I swallow hard as his butt crests the water. God, what a tease! He knows I can’t bring my camera in the water! I groan and swim after him, wanting him immensely.

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“I can’t get used to this,” Jack muttered.
“Used to what?”
“This Speedo is so tight. So showy.”
“You have an insanely hot body, don’t you want to show it off?”
Jack looked down at himself as if this is news. “I mean. I don’t mind showing off, but, isn’t showing off my bulge too much? Feels like everyone can see every curve.”
“The color and pattern obscures the fine lines, but I can see you’re packing. You’re too old to be wearing long shorts like you’re a teena- Stop pullin’ the side down, you’re just being a tease now!”
“Sorry sorry. I like how it’s more snug than board shorts, but…still weird.”
As we stood there on the lake shore discuss the merits of Speedos, another man strolled by. “Hey gorgeous,” he said to Jack. “Hot look.” And he winked.
Jack opened his mouth to say something, but just barely stammered out a ‘thanks’ before the man was out of earshot.
“See?” I said.
Jack adjusted the band of the underwear. “Guess there is some merit to this.”
“Well,” I shrugged. “If you don’t like it, you could go naked instead.”
Jack looked horrified. “No.”
I giggled. “You’re so easy to tease. Ok, now I have to teach you how to walk.”
“I know how to walk.” Jack replied. He tilted his head at me.
“No silly. Like, strut. I am going to force some confidence in you if it kills me.”
“I wish I could take some of yours. How do you get to be so confident?” Jack asked.
“Just time. Learning fashion, nutrition, and taking care of my body until I like what I saw in the mirror. But I picked up this guy once in a bar- typical nervous closeted office worker who desperately needed some pity sex- and he said to me, ‘What’s a hot guy like you want with a guy like me?’ and it blew my mind. No one had called me hot before. I never even thought of myself as hot. I took that guy back to my apartment, wore him out, and made him late for work the next day. And fixed his haircut. The sides were soooooooo bad.”
Jack smiled. “That does sound like you. You like to help people and leave em better than you found em.”
“I’m the Gay Red Cross. Wait no.” I thought and rubbed my chin with my fingers. “The Red St. Andrews Cross for Wayward Gays. That’s my charity.”
The reference to a piece of BDSM furniture made Jack snort out a laugh. “Nothing has described you so well in your whole life. Make that new your Grindr headline.”
“Oh my fucking god Jack, you are brilliant, Jack” I whipped out of my phone to do that. By the time I was done, Jack was hit on again, this time by a studly bear.
“Huh,” Jack said after he left. “Ok, I think I’m ready to start practicing strutting now.”
I clapped my hands together. “Excellent. I just love spending my time doing charity work.”
Jack shook his head. “You are too much!”
“You love me.”
“You are my best friend.” Jack blew a kiss at me.
I “caught” it. “Love you too. Ok, go stand over there. Stand up straight. Shoulders up, head back, walk with purpose! Count those steps! One two three four, five six seven eight!”

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Basically, that’s the look when your latest boy learns he’s getting an extra week in chastity and a spanking, but it’s also the look of him realizing that his actions have consequences.
“I’m not just locking you up and giving you release ‘when I feel like it’, I have a very specific schedule I’m following and I’m monitoring what your body is doing. When you secretly use a vibrator to ejaculate and empty your balls, I can absolutely tell. I don’t like you going behind my back. This also tells me you’re not quite understanding what the goals are with your lock up. So after we’re done with your punishment, we’re going to sit down and talk about it. Well. Maybe we should do that now. You’re not going be comfortable sitting for a little while after your punishment.”

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