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bookofbaitnate:

“Alright. You doing okay?”

“Yeah.”

“The other masters inside are gonna be a bit touchy. Expect to be groped quite a bit.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Just stay within sight of me, I’ll make sure they don’t get too pushy. You’re a hot little slaveboy. But just remember you’re MY hot little slaveboy.”

“Only your’s.” He smiled.

“Don’t forget your ‘Sirs’ either.”

“Oh, yeah. Yes Sir.”

“You’ll do fine in there, cuteness.” His Sir and Lover kissed him hard. “Again, be respectful, stay within my sight, and don’t take drinks from weirdos.”

“What’s a weirdo in a leather bar?”

“Hard to tell, but you’ll know him when you see him. And don’t forget your Sirs.”

“Shit. Sorry Sir. Can I get extra spankings tonight to make up for it?”

“Oh I got other plans for your ass tonight, honey.” His Sir chuckled. “But let’s go. Can’t wait to see the looks on the other guys’ faces.”

“This is why I love you.” He smirked. “Err, Sir.”

Was going through archives…how did I miss this?

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by ccallenreese

We’ve spent twenty minutes wrestling for the dominant role in our apartment and the fight is nearing its end. I had him pinned once but he quickly flipped me over – bastard is a lot stronger than he looks. I haven’t given up protesting that I can win this thing but he’s already moved me into position to breed me. He’s using his muscular thighs and pelvis to hold my legs open and leave me vulnerable to his cock, the tip of which is dripping its hot pre-cum onto my public hair and groin

He sees his chance and pounces on me, seizing my mouth with a kiss. This declares that he’s won the right to penetrate me. One hand of his traverses up my side and gives me full body shudders. I weakly protest my loss by pushing up on his bicep but he’s already frotting against me. Oh, who am I fooling? I’ve lost. I will have to submit to his cock and let him claim his prize, not just now, but whenever and where-ever he wants until another challenge is initiated or until one of us moves out.

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He hasn’t seen me yet, standing behind him with a bemused smile on my face. Normally it’s his job to greet me at the door but I actually prefer coming home to see this. I drink in the sight of him, nude and casual and lost in a book. His parents were hard-core fundies and only let him read super-Christian material growing up, so books as rewards are the best currency in this house. I’m guessing he finished all his chores early today. I feel like I should get him some padding for his elbows, but I know what he’s doing on the floor. It’s in the high 90s today and that floor is probably the coolest surface in the house.

Damn, he is a sight. The bottom half of his body is paler than the top half from his cycling hobby. That ass…that waist…those fine, sharp shoulder blades. The urge to pick him up and caress him is strong. I reprimand myself. I need to stop fawning over him before I start to fall in love. I can’t be a good Sir for him that way. Strict. Authoritarian. That’s the way. …is it really so awful to want to make love to your slave?

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I gave him my sketchbook to look over for approval. We were studying anatomy in class, and I had been working on my male nudes for weeks. As with anything a person creates, the more you work on it the harder it is to look at it objectively. I asked this senior art student again because he had a particular way of measuring skill. I keep my eyes fixed on his cock hanging flaccid between his legs… if he gets hard at all, that would mean my drawings were realistic, erotic. If not, that means I have more improvement to do. After several long minutes, his penis begins to stiffen. I lick my lips. It only gets half erect before he shuts the sketchbook and tosses it onto the ottoman, “You’re getting better,” he says in approval, ‘Big difference in the first and last sketches.“
"T..thank you,” I reply, a bit flustered. Watching his dick had me all hot n bothered, “You wouldn’t mind if it… you know…with my mouth…?”
He smirks at me, “Well you earned that boner might as well enjoy it.”
I drop to my knees and push the ottoman out of the way. My hands cramp enough holding pencils all day. My mouth is more than happy to work that copious flesh between his legs to full mast.

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We were set to start painting the base layer on the walls in our new home when Reese joked that we should just do it naked to avoid getting paint on our jeans. I was more keen on that idea than I thought I’d be. After we’d thrown our clothes over a chair in the other room, we both returned to the living room and stood there, staring hungrily at eachother’s nudes bodies.
“So uh…” Reese grinned at me, “You know, since there’s a dropcloth on this floor already…wanna bareback?”

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“Take off your pants Nathan and sit in the chair. I’ve been telling Mr. Lansky about the benefits of locking up husbands and he wants to see it himself.”
“B-but…” I stammer. Mr. Lansky is Sir’s boss! I’ve been so goddamn horny all day; I spent an hour just playing with a dildo… if anyone touches my locked cock, I’m gonna start dripping everywhere. I’ve been in that office a million times dropping off lunch. Sir knows how I am when I’m super horny…oh god, I can’t show my face in that office again if Mr. Lansky sees me in that state. Sir looks displeased. My blood runs cold when I realize that if I infuriate him, he might just give me a spanking in front of Mr. Landry. That’d be even worse since spankings often trigger ruined orgasms.

I work my jaw a few times but can’t come up with a good response. I surrender and strip off my loose pants. I’m not allowed underwear. My cheeks feel hot as this is frankly humiliating. I sit but with my hands covering my cage, my gaze on the floor.
“Shy isn’t he?” Mr. Lansky chuckles.
“Nathan.” His tone makes me flinch, “Hands up. You’re embarrassing me in front of Mr. Lansky.”
I have a feeling I’m going to get a spanking later anyway. With a sigh of resignation I lift my hands up and hold onto the back of the chair. Sir pushes my legs apart so Mr. Lansky can get a full view of my locked cock.
“Wow…” he breathes. I try not to squirm under his gaze, “What a marvelous job you did here, Mr. Anderson. A good shave job, and he fits so perfectly in that cage.”
“Go ahead, touch it.”
I whimper.
“Shush Nathan. Don’t make me get your gag.”
Mr. Lansky reaches out to cup my very full balls and I can’t help but moan involuntarily. I’ve been locked up for 70 days by this point and every touch makes my cock swell in its plastic prison. I’m horrified by how much I hope Mr. Lansky will fuck me although I don’t find him physically attractive at all. 
“His balls are such a lovely shape…taut and inflated like a little balloon. When was the last time he came?” Mr. Lasky’s rough fingerpads roam over my sensitive flesh.

Sir laughs, “Oh he’s not allowed to cum. That’s the joy of it! The cage prevents erections and orgasms, so my husband is constantly aroused. When Nathan and I began dating, our sex schedules never lined up which was frustrating for both of us. Nathan naturally submits to me though, so it was best to just lock his cock up and stop giving him access to it. Whe went from having sex once or twice a month, to now he’s so desperate for a fucking that he begs me for it.”

Mr. Lansky is still caressing me. My eyes flutter and I roll my hips into his hands. He sneers at me in my unraveling state, “Very horny. Doesn’t the spunk get built up though?”
Sir rubs his thumb over my lower lip, “He drips mostly, which is really lovely. Once in a while I’ll milk him with e-stim because his muscles will release his seed without giving him an orgasm. By the time he’s cum, he’s so incredibly horny that he tries to climb into my lap to ride my cock. He never used to like anal so much but he’s accepted it’s how he gets any pleasure.”
I realize my cock started to drip long threads of pre-cum during Sir’s explanation. I look at Sir who is smirking at me. “See? He’s my little slut now. Any touch at all just makes him leak.”
“That’s all it takes?” Mr. Lansky asks, still stroking. My cock is trying so hard to swell up that my foreskin has pushed out of the tip out of the slit and he’s been tickling it with his fingers. Oh god, it feels fantastic, pushing me right to the brink–!
My head is buzzing, only focused on one thing although some part of me is ready to cry with shame. “Please don’t stop …” I hear myself say, “I need to cum oh god I need to cum…” I whimper, bucking my hips forward.

Sir takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to Mr. Lansky to clean me up. “No, boy. I’ll fuck you later tonight.”
“Please …please now…” I pant.
Mr. Lansky speaks up, “I’d like to see that.”

Sir thinks about it. “Later. After dinner. Here, Mr. Lansky, I’ll show you the set-up we use when we eat out.” Sir’s boss finishes wiping me up then stands up and joins Sir over at the kitchen table. I can hear them talking as if I’m not right there. “See, I insert this plug up his ass and put it on a low setting…and he’s going to drip a lot though, so it’s best to put a pad into this pair of underwear to absorb it all. Oh and this…”
“What is that?”
“This goes around his balls, and it’s rather devious. It provides the tiniest of shocks to make it feel like someone is squeezing his nuts.”
“Does that hurt him?” Sir’s boss inquiries.
Since their backs are turned, I can’t help but turn my attention to my frustrated cock. I rub the base of it with my fingers and pull on the plastic sleeve to get just the smallest amount of friction.
“No, it feels really good. By dessert his panties should be soaked. When we get home, I’ll show you how eager he is in bed. By the time you get home tonight, you’re going to want to lock up your boytoy too.”
Mr. Lansky sighs, “Oh I already do. This is marvelous. …Hey what is Nathan doing over there?”
“What?” Sir Anderson turns his attention to me, “NATHAN! No. Stop touching it. Come here, let’s get you settled so we can put your pants on.”

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(ed note – any idea who the boy is in this photo?)