Will you two just get married already? Gosh.
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“I love sluts! Sluts rock! It’s just, you know, it’s just gotta be the right slut, you know?” – Coop, from Wet Hot American Summer (which is actually not porn)
Someone fuck this boy, please, he’s begging for attention. While you’re at it, get a pair of outside calipers and measure the roundness of that fine ass for me please thanks.
“Nnnnnghhh Sir~” he whines, wiggling around the bed like a puppy. I can still hear the faint whine of the vibrator over his complaining.
“Yes?” I ask, looking up from my phone.
“It’s…it’s too much. I….ahh!”
I lick my lips and watch as he rides out a dry orgasm. He undulates his back and tries to press his locked cock into the sheets, but he can’t get relief nor friction. He’s even more breathless than before. Another frustrated cry passes his lips.
“Feels good boy?”
“I need to cum..oh please unlock me…it hurts, I’m so swollen in my cage…” There’s a growing wet spot of pre-cum in his underwear.
“No boy, you brought this on yourself. You were the one with the issue of cumming early during sex and losing interest, and it was you that came to me for help. I’m reprogramming you to associate pleasure with your pussy now, not the distracting flesh between your legs.”
He whimpers some more, unable to express himself properly, “I want to touch it so badly, one stroke and I’ll cum…at least my balls, please let me touch my balls, just one squeeze…please…”
I look at him. Well that might be a request I can honor. I set my phone down and crawl over to where his ass up in the air. After sliding my hands over the globes of his ass for a moment, I reach between his legs and palm his full balls through the fabric before giving them one hard tug.
The mewling noise he makes sets my cock throbbing. I can smell his pheromones and pre-cum from here. I remind myself that a good Sir though puts his boy’s needs before his own. I sigh and pull away and reach for the remote. With a tiny adjustment, he’s back to begging for release and gasping at the sensations relentlessly hitting his prostate.
“I’m going to go run an errand and pick-up lunch. If you are good, I’ll fuck you when I get back. Replace that piece of plastic with a real cock. Would you like that?”
“Oh god yes, please fuck me I need your cock, just fuck me, I need to cum…”
I swat him on the ass, “You’ll cum for me, with me, right boy?”
He gasps and shudders as another dry orgasm ripples through, feral noises spilling from his throat.
“That’s what I thought.” I put my phone in my pocket and go to run my errands.
When they were fucking, they acted like they were lovers. They would kiss and be very concerned about the pleasure they were giving, not just trying to get off. The rest of the time they were just buddies, not really even best friends. They played sports, took classes, went to bars.
It built back up quickly, the sexual need that nobody else could fill. Neither had ever been with another man, and their activities had escalated from hand jobs to fucking in a jumbled, quick way. In a private place they didn’t care if it made them bi or gay. These liaisons were the most mind-blowing sex of their lives. It was the feelings that were emerging that were kind of scary.
They never discussed sliding into deeper emotion. Both felt it happening. This was a dangerous place to go, and it jeopardized a perfect understanding. They left the words unsaid, at least for now. The sex never lost heat, but it was becoming more and more tender, the way a one-night stand ends up living with you for years.
I looked up from my book at the half naked man in front of me. What a sight, naked and covered in freckles! I coaxed him over and take his soft cock in my hands and knead it with interest. I sighed in contentment as I felt the flesh tighten and swell under my administrations. The stranger groans and entwines his fingers in my hair. The person on the deck chair next to me starts watching me and reaches for his cock..
There’s dozens of secret, gay pool parties all over South Beach. I know where and when they all are because I’ve been coming here for fifteen years, the same two weeks every summer. I send the kids off to summer camp, kiss the wife good-bye, shut off my work phone, then hop on a plane for my “work sabbatical”. Over the years, the family has gotten postcards from Prague, Rome, Sydney, Aruba, Jakarta… but it’s a carefully constructed farce. I’ve never left the US once. I come to South Beach every year for two weeks to have gay sex in excess. Yep. From the time I land to the morning I leave, it’s cock, dick, and balls from sun-up to sun-down.
I love men, but I also like success. In the white, homophobic world of New England investment banking everything you eat, sleep, and breathe is a career move, and that includes marriage. My kids are 8 and 9 now. They might figure out that daddy’s secret, but my wife is pretty dense. I love them, yes, but every year it gets just a bit harder to leave South Beach… and every year I debate just staying here, splitting custody, and getting to play with naked studs by the pool every damn day until I die. What a life!
I reach around to squeeze a firm handful of this stranger’s ass and take his erection into my mouth. I push up his Tropical Heat shirt and run my hand over his chest as I suck. I love the musky scent of an aroused man, I love the way the vein throbs against my tongue, I love the small noises they make when I tongue the tip of their cock…perfection. The air is hot, I’m sweating, everything smells like suntan lotion and chlorine. This is heaven. Not Connecticut, not banking. Maybe this is the year. Maybe. I give his balls a squeeze. Oh fuck yes, he’s already coming.
“Good lord…” Master Hensely gently manipulates the boy’s cock. “The poor thing.” The slave whimpers in pain and trembles under the touches. “I bet he’s got enough Viagra in his system for a week. You got Master Crux under control?”
I walk in from the other room, winding spare rope around my hands, “I got him tied up pretty good. Got one of those Viagras he loves so much down his throat and a big ol dildo vibrating up his ass. He’ll be a pretty mess by the time the police get here–holy shit! Look at that bruising. Christ, he’ll be lucky if there isn’t permanent damage.”
Master Hensley wraps the slave in a blanket then picks him up in a princess carry, but he’s sobbing because his back is a mess and it hurts a great deal. “No …no I can’t leave the house he’ll punish me! Please no! Put me down!”
Master Hensley struggles to hold onto the lad and looks to me for help. “Calm yourself boy!”
I produce a rag and a small bottle of liquid from my utility belt and soak it. Once placed over the slave’s face, his body goes limp and heavy. He groans, but is otherwise silent. “That should do it, Master Hensley.”
“I’m most gracious. Now let’s get him out of here. His rehabilitator is waiting for our status.” He pauses to gaze lovingly at our latest rescue’s tear stained face, “It’s alright slave, it’s over now. We got you. Once you’ll recover, you’ll be placed with a good master who will take the best care of you.”
“Please….let me cum… I’m so horny, please I need to cum…”
“No, boy, Just let it drip. You’ve still got another hour of edging left, I want you crazed with horniness and leaking a river… should have enough time for that before we have to leave to meet your friends at the restaurant. Stop whimpering. Come back over here and give those balls to me.”
“I’m home! ….Matt? …Maaaatt? Where are… oh Matt. Baby, how did you get out of your chastity device? You know you have to be careful masturbating when you’ve had it on as long as you’ve had. Tch, your cock is so red… You are gonna get severely punished for this, but first I’m gonna milk you or you’re gonna get a priaprism. If you just accept that I know best, you won’t get yourself into these situations. Now, hands off.”
Day 13-
I am going crazy, I am as horny as hell. Non-stopping hard ons, non-stopping hallucination, non-stopping brainwash and mind reset. I am as horny as a dog and fucking want to cum. Sir, please let me cum, please Sir.
You do look lovely like that. The cumulative result of a Sir’s hard work.