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Craig watched Harrison’s houseboy rinse off after grilling dinner on a humid summer night. “Damn, Harrison, I can’t get over the ass on your boy. Just what a fine specimen.”
“Why thank you Craig. I do enjoy having him around, I’ve enjoyed every second of him being in my service.”
Jack spoke up. “I admire the restraint you have Harrison, cause I’d spend all day playing with that body of his…or having him sit on my lap while I’m working.”
“He can’t get his chores done sitting on my lap, and I would never get any work done with him there anyway.”
The other two men chuckled.
“Something so satisfying about a good houseboy. Like, society didn’t carve out a place for them, but we knew they are god-given so we carved a place out for them – and they came to us.” Jack leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Are you getting spiritual there Jack?” Craig asked.
“Hey if the higher power created houseboys in his own image, I’m going to church more.”
Harrison snickered. “Amen to that.” They clinked beer bottles and drank to that.
“Mn,” Craig said as an after thought. “Still a fine ass though.”
“And the calves.” Jack added.
“I like the way his legs are proportioned in kind of an hourglass way.”
“Yeah, the taper around the ankles is nice,” Jack agreed.
Harrison spoke up. “I like the way his thigh muscles cut in around the top of his knees, creates nice shadows.”
“I like the ripples in his back.”
“Shoulders, can’t forget shoulders.”
“Mmnhmm.”
“And a nice personality too. Just always happy to serve.” Jack this time.
“And he does seem to enjoy it. Has a natural knack for it,” Craig piped up.
“Makes good coffee. And doesn’t put too much pepper on the eggs.”
“Makes real good brownies too.”

“You know what I like right now,” Craig gestured. “Is just how red he is turning. Look at his ears.”
Harrison laughed. “What’s that you say? He can hear us?” Well, aren’t we fools gentlemen. Don’t you all know not to flatter your houseboys? Goes to their heads is does. Turns em into divas.”
Craig put his empty bottle down. “We have made a grievous sin. Still. I stand by my first argument: that ass is fine.”
There was a chorus of “mmhmms” and head nods.
“You should be done rinsing off, boy. Turn off the water, and grab Craig another beer,” Harrison instructed.
“Y-yes Sir.” The young man turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He did have quite a red face.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Craig said.
“What?” asked Jack.
“We never talked about the front.”

The houseboy shot Craig a look of exasperation, which made them all laugh. After he got the men a refill of beer, Harrison crooked his finger and the young man curled up on his lap, safe his Master’s arms. When Jack and Craig got into a side conversation about something, Harrison took that moment to whisper in his boy’s ear. “You know, all those things we said were true.” It was delightful to see the houseboy start blushing all over again.

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I don’t fucking believe it. No way. He actually caught a fish with his bare hands. Is the pup instinct so strong in boys in that headspace that they can do stuff like that?? How is that even possible? Looks like he’s going to come over here now. Oh lord, he put it in his mouth. Kissing him later is going to be weird. But he seriously just caught dinner out of this lake. I’m so proud and impressed right now, but in a really weird way. It’s like one of those odd boners you get in totally unexpected situation.
“Did you really catch that boy? Bring it over here, don’t let it get away! Come! Good boy!”

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“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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Caspian folded his arms and considered the flowers. Master had brought them home on Tuesday evening when his office closed for the Thanksgiving holiday. They survived the holiday, but now the roses were fading. The immature daisies were now in full bloom though. Caspian took the vase into the kitchen and sorted the blooms out. Some of the baby’s breath was salvageable as well. He plucked a milk bottle from the laundry room, cleaned it, and put the freshly cut stems in. Satisfied, Caspian returned it to the living room table. The sun made the arrangement glow.
“Lovely,” he said. Caspian smiled and went to make two cups of tea. As he waiting for the tea to steep, Caspian heard footsteps behind him. Caspian glanced into the dining room. Master paused to consider the flowers. He bent over and smelled them. To Caspian’s astonishment, Master picked up the flowers and took it with him.

The timer chimed and Caspian turned his attention to the tea. He put the second mug and two lace cookies on a small tray and took them to the sun room.
“Master?” he called.
“Yes boy?”
“I brought you tea. Permission to enter.”
“Ah. Delightful. Enter.”
Caspian balanced the tray on one hand so he could open the door. Master cleared a space on his desk so Caspian could place the tea. When he approached the desk, Caspian spotted the flowers in the milk bottle on the right side of Master’s laptop. Ahhh, things made sense now. The view outside the sun room was a forest bare from fall and dusted with the first winter’s snow. Caspian suppressed a smile. He placed the tea and cookies and knelt.
“May I do anything for you Sir?”
“If I told you, I’d be insulting you. You know what you need to do without me at this point, you are so ingrained with this household.”
“Oh Sir, that’s not true. I still need your guidance.”
“Subtle influences, maybe,” Master said with a smile. “How is your plug fitting?”
Caspian blinked. “Until now I forgot I was wearing it…”
“Aahh. That means it’s time to get you a bigger one.”
“Bi-bigger?” Caspian blushed.

“It really delights me how shy you are until I get you down into our play room, and you become a totally different boy. I believe, was it two nights ago? you were making the most filthy demands out of me.”
“I have no memory of that at all,” Caspian said in a dry tone.
His Master chuckled. “I like releasing that side of you. Houseboy by day, sub by night… hm. That could make a fairly good novel. The BDSM defender by night…”
“You have quite an imagination Sir. I wish I had time to fight crime. I do look good in tight clothing though.”
“Mn that you do. If you get cold later, maybe you should put on that vinyl outfit you wore at Pride instead of your long johns. Make dinner in that.”
Caspian thought about that. It didn’t seem like a bad idea at all. Dinner was mostly Thanksgiving left overs anyway, and he wouldn’t have much to burn when things inevitably got a bit heated. They were both quiet in their own thoughts. A notification sounded on Sir’s laptop. He glanced at it.
“Alright, tea’s getting cold. You’re dismissed love.”
Caspian shook his head and cleared his through. “Yes sir.” He bowed his head and stood up. “Thank you Sir.”

He left the room and went to find his kink wear. Maybe he should wear the long sleeve piece with the vinyl short pants he barely fit into anymore. Maybe Sir would let him feed him dinner wearing his gloves…
Caspian tutted himself. No point getting himself horny now just to be frustrated all day. Wait….nope too late. Time to go for a walk in the snow.

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I drink in the stunning sight of Nero reading on the sofa in the buff, utterly comfortably in himself. I love discovering all sides to this complex, quiet man. Seeing him at leisure is just as pleasurable as seeing him thrashing in ecstasy.  When he moved in, it was like getting a new pet. I was, and am, just so interested in what he was doing all the time. I try to give him his space during the day, because at night I just want him in my arms until dawn. I also use that time at night to think of more ways to fulfill Nero’s one requirement for moving in – that I bring more casual kink into his daily life.

Nero raises his gaze from his book to me, questioning.
“Show me your device,” I say.
Nero smirks and lifts up his book so I can see the pretty silver device around his cock. The sun glimmers off it.
I nod. “As you were.” And I move on to continue what I was doing. I couldn’t remember what that was though…

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“You brought me something to drink? That’s so thoughtful of you. You are such a good host.”
“Thank you Sir. I love serving men.”
“I love it. Are you shareable?”
“Shareable Sir…?” the young man asks. His eyes lingered on the silhouette of Ahmed’s cock in the wet underwear.
“When I dry off, I’d love for someone to come reapply sunscreen…but I wouldn’t want to offend Damien’s hospitality.”
The boy licks his lips. “You see this?” He pointed to his chastity cage.
“Yes?”
“That’s the only thing Damien doesn’t like to share. He gave me clear instructions to accommodate his guests. I intend to obey that order.”
“Well I’d hate for Damien to think his sub isn’t doing his job. Come back in fifteen minutes. Mm this lemonade is good.”
“Yes sir!”

The lad came back a bit later to find Damien completely naked, sunning his furry body on the lounge chair with no shame at all. Good lord. Why did God make men so beautiful? Oh yeah. To be served.

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He’s drinking out of the carton again! Must. Punish. Bad boy! But he’s not wearing pants. Butt…ass…cock…gorgeous legs… Must. Reward. Oh noes. The system is at an impasse. What the hell do you do in these situations? Oh wait. Spanking. Yeah. That’ll balance it out! A spanking that teases but is also firm. Yeah, perfect. Thank god I thought of that, I don’t want to seem weak to a boy wearing literally only a sweater and a milk mustache.

“BOY I told you not to do that, now get it over here and over my lap!”
He startles. “Sir! How long have you been standing there!”
”Now, boy!”
“Eeep!”

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“Sir? How much more longer is this going to last?”

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and rest my palm on his sternum. He raises his hand and curls his fingers around my fore arm.

“I don’t know, lad,” I answer. “Looks like things will start reopening soon though.”

“I love you Sir but…I miss people,” he says softly.

“That’s an ok thing to feel.”

I hear him exhale.

“I know how social you are. You have been very stoic in all of this and it hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“I’m happy we could spend this time together at least. Out of all the faces in the world, I’m glad I can see yours daily.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Hey, why don’t we ask some guys from the dungeon if they want to do a Zoom dinner party tonight? Get dressed up a little”

“Oh I’d like that Sir!”

I pat him on the chest. “Let’s do that. We gotta stay creative and stay strong right?”

He flexes. “Staying strong.”

“That’s my boy.” I kiss his cheek.

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Malcolm leaned against the doorframe. “BOY! On the sofa. I’ve been looking at porn and I need to unload, now.”
Antonio put down his colored pencils and got on the sofa at the sight of Sir standing there in only a shirt. Antonio loved being given orders by an alpha male. On all fours, he could feel the weight of his full balls and the metal band around them.
Malcolm flipped the lube cap open. “Nah. On your back. Spread those legs for me.”
“Yes Sir.”
Malcolm lubed up his cock and tossed the bottle on the coffee table. “Perfect.” He put his knees on the sofa and steadied himself using the back support. He stroked himself to sooth his straining erection. “Knees up a little.”
“Yes sir.”
Malcolm pushed into Antonio, waiting for that little squeak as he adjusted, and then pushed in the rest of the way. He let out a deep moan as the velvet walls gripped him. Antonio threw back his head and gasped. “Oh Sir!”
“Fuck you feel good!” Malcolm curled his fingers around Antonio’s chastity cage and enjoyed the heat in his hand. He locked eyes with Antonio and smirked. Antonio gulped. Malcolm pushed up his thighs, pulled out until the head caught, and thrust back in. “Yeah! That’s it boy!” Malcolm worked Antonio’s hole, pounding it with the fury of his lust. Keeping that boy horny was the best idea he ever had.
Antonio grasped the arm of the sofa. He balls became sore from being full and jostled. His cock swell and strained. He squirmed under the relentlessness power of an alpha in full rut. Antonio found it hard to look directly at him, he was so intimidating. So Antonio just kept his eyes locked on that strong chest and shoulders flexing under the thin fabric of the tee. “Aahh Sir!”
“Oh, yeah! FUCK!” Malcolm squeezed hard into Antonio’s thighs and roared as he came. He emptied his balls full from porn he’d been consuming. He filled Antonio’s passage until it squirted out. Malcolm gave him a few more wet thrusts, vocalizing under his breath. A wave of utter bliss and satisfaction flooded through his muscular frame. “God I love fucking you..”
“Thank you.” Antonio’s hand drifted to his cage. It was leaking onto his balls, which were dark and red.
“Ah ah – no.”
Antonio whimpered.
“No,” Malcolm said. He pulled out. He watched the cum leak out of Antonio’s twitching hole. “Yes…lovely.”
“I’m so fucking horny Sir please-”
Malcolm silenced him with a look. He held up a finger and left the room. Antonio heard the fridge open and close and he groaned. Malcolm returned carrying a flat ice pack you use to wrap around sore muscles.
“Sir.” Antonio protested when Malcolm came back in.
“Stay on your back, boy.”
Antonio exhaled. Malcolm put the ice pack over Antonio’s full cock and balls. He mewled.
“Once you’ve calmed down, clean the cum off the sofa.” Malcolm paused in the doorframe. “If you keep leaking, put a condom around it. Don’t want to find any messes under the coffee table again.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Antonio?”
“Yes Sir?”
“You’re a good boy.” Malcolm left to go shower and put his pants back on. “Wait no.” He stuck his head back in. “MY good boy.”

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I had to try it. “Position 2, boy!” To my sheer delight, he dropped down into second position – knees wide, ass up, back arched, arms straight. It wasn’t the most elegant pose in mid-calf boots, stiff camo pants, and a thick belt, but it still got all the technical marks for accuracy. “Very nice, boy.” He sort of looked at me, wondering why I’m making him sit in this pose all of a sudden during our casual chat. I can’t help but smirk. The military’s bootcamp regimen is to break you down to build you back up into the obedient solider it demands in the field. Yet, despite the breaking and rebuilding, they could not erase the dungeon I’d bestowed on this young man. Dare I assume that his love of following my orders lead him to join the military? 

Who knew. But when he was on a break from service, he called me. Begged me. He wanted to come play. He wanted a fuck. I wish I recovered the call. I love hearing a boy be honest with who he was and not be ashamed of it. He would get what he wanted. But first, before we did any playing or fucking, I had to see how well he still responded to my commands.

I walked in a circle around him. Flawless. Perhaps I should test him on all the commands to make sure he still knew them.
“Good boy. Position 1, lad.”

He stood up straight, feet slightly apart, hands behind his back. A natural pose for a military man.
“Good boy. Great posture.”
He beamed.
“Procedure 2, lad.”

I became quite aroused as I watched him strip off his clothing and fold them into a neat pile. My worries about his training fading away disappated. This was still my boy. We could play like we used to.

It was a real struggle deciding what to do with him first. I edged him while I thought about it.

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