Pierce and Gunther share a moment on the bridge over the creek, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Pierce snuggles up against Gunther, feeling content in his arms. “Thanks for suggesting this nature preserve, I’m really enjoying our date, even though it’s cold,” Pierce says. “Something nice about fresh air and sunshine, even in winter right?” “I think it’s even nicer, because it’s so rare. It gets dark so early!” “It does. We haven’t left the house much,” Gunther agrees. “Or had a lot of exercise. It feels like to walk around.” “Mmhmm. Nice to have a change of scenery.” “Yeah, I agree.” Gunther watches a small bird jump onto the railing of the bridge, look around, and fly off. They stand for a moment in silence. “So like, I’m fucking you when we get home right? “Uh, I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.” “No disappointment. I was thinking of doing what we did last week, where you kneel on that padded bench near the front door, and I fuck you on your spread knees in front of the window so the whole neighborhood can see how beautiful you are taking my cock?” “Fuck,” Pierce groans. “It was so embarrassing but so hot knowing anyone could see us at any time. My cock was straining, and I came all over the glass!” “You were so sexy, so pent up.” Gunther halts for the beat of a step before regaining his steady pace. “Fuck, I’m sorry Pierce, I haven’t been giving you enough physical attention at home have I? Maybe I’m too distracted with working from home. We should go on more dates, despite the fact it’s winter.” “I’d like that. I think the Vitamin D will help with our energy levels a lot.” “I am trying sooo hard to not make a “D is for dick’ joke right now.” Pierce chuckles. “I thought the same thing.” Gunther drops his embrace and the two continue walking down the nature path hand in hand. “Do you wanna try using the warming lube this time?” Pierce asks.
“I think my ass is a block of ice.”
“Yeah I’m freezing. I like the idea of heating you from the inside out though. Going from shivering to sweating.” Pierce looks at him. “You think you can make me sweat?” “I know you can make me sweat.” Pierce smirks. “Good. I’m going to hold you to that.” “Next time we go on one of these walks, you want to try it with a plug in?” Pierce’s eyebrows go into hairline. “You know how horny those things make me! I’d be hard in minutes!” “You’ll just have to wear your tight jeans. And my long coat. Well if that’s the case, you won’t need underwear at all.” Gunther gives his boyfriend a wicked grin. “Oh lord, you’re getting ideas now.” “Oh many many ideas…I quite like the idea of finding a quiet place in the woods and gently teasing you through your tight jeans until you cum in them, and then you having to feel it cool as you walk home. Yeah, that’s making my pants feel quite tight.” Pierce stares at him with wide eyes. “Fuck, I’m glad we’re not women, I’d be pregnant by spring.” “Trust me Pierce, if you were a woman, I would have definitely gotten you pregnant already. Would have timed your cycle and bred you on the bed during your most fertile period.” Pierce blushes hard. “My goodness,” he stammers. “You know-” “Oh god,” Pierce groans. Gunther chuckles. Pierce is red up to his ears, and he has a feeling it’s not just cause of the cold. “We could still do that anyway. I read somewhere that guys have a fertility cycle. I know m-preg weirds you out.” “Yeeeaah…that one fic I read in high school. Ugh.” Pierce shudders. “Yeah, not that. But there’s no reason we couldn’t roleplay that you have like, a heat, for some reason. Like you’re half demon or something.” “Demon? You think I’m demonic?” Pierce replies. “You can be demonic sometimes. Like what you do with your fingers when I’m still waking up in the morning,” Gunther replies. Pierce looks smug. “Guilty of that.”
Gunther glances at his partner. “So you’re down try some new stuff? Get out of the house more, and see what kind of fun we can have on our ~dates~.” “Yeah. I’m down, but tou’re still fucking me over the bench when we get home right?” “Oh yeah, definitely. I don’t have any lube now.” Pierce snorts. “And if you did?” Gunther looks behind him and gestures. “Didn’t see anyone around that bridge did I? Could of had you over the railing.” “It’s in plain view! We can still see it from here!” Gunther wiggles his eyebrows. “Guess we’d just have to go into the bushes.” “Oh lord. You can go into the bushes!” Pierce gives him a playful shove, and they antagonize each-other all the way back to the car.
“Is he asleep?” Royce nods. “He’ll be out for the night. I’m not far along behind him.” Royce rubs his face with his hand. Devon smiles. “He will have sweet dreams. Did you lock him back up?” “Nah. He’ll be soft for the next day or so anyway. Time out to regain his shape will be good for his cock.” Devon nods then sips his tea. “You did the same for me back then too. I remember my first hands free orgasm. I slept like a rock, but since all my muscles tensed up I was sore the next day.” “I remember that too.” Royce smirks at him. “You were making so much noise, I thought you were in pain.” “Well the cramping in my thighs did hurt, but the orgasm was better than it was painful. It was just a lot of sensation at once. Like all my nerves were firing at the same time.” Royce adjusts the bathrobe over his nude body. “I’ll have to ask Toby if he felt that way tomorrow. The cramping, I mean.” “Does it feel any different for you?” Devon asks. “Does what feel different?” “When you’re fucking a guy, and you give him an hands-free orgasm compared to one done with like touching or stimulation.” “Well, every guy feels different, just in general. The way their body grips me, the way they respond to me, every boy is different.” Royce walks up to Devon and takes the cup from his hands. “But it is a little different when they have a powerful orgasm like that. It’s like having a live wire in my hands. You have to be able to push in deep against their prostate and keep it there, and sometimes it’s hard to hold position. Especially when I’m distracted by their pretty noises and the reflection of their cock spurting in the mirror.” He makes sure to lock eyes with Devon as takes a sip of tea from the mug before handing it back.
Devon smiles shyly. “You notice all that? I remember your eyes being closed.” “Cause you weren’t watching me when you were coming. You only turned to look at me after the climax had broken,” Royce points out. “Ahh. True.”
Devon taps his fingers on the side of the mug. “So…are you going to keep seeing him?” The corner of Royce’s mouth lifts. “Are you jealous, pet?” “Pfftt. No.” “Well don’t be. He was a project. You brought him to me so I could show him what I showed you right?” “Yeah, I wanted him to know what chastity and orgasms were like with it. He was curious. I honestly don’t think he’d ever had a decent orgasm in his life before this.” Royce puts a hand on Devon’s thigh and leans over to kiss him. “I’m flattered you wanted to share that. I respect you trusting me, and I wouldn’t do anything so crass as toss you aside afterwards. Toby has been shown what he wants to be shown. He’s ready to be cut loose now that he’s had his…his…” “Education?” Devon prompts. “Yes. That.” “But what if he wants to stick around? Be locked up again?” “I’ll find him a suitable man to take care of him. But juggling both of your needs was a lot of work. You’re a handful enough, Devon.” Devon chuffs air through his nose and sets the mug on the nightstand. “Thank you. You managed it gracefully though.” “Thank you, sweetheart.” Royce yawns. “Fuck, I’m tired. I’m tired, my dick’s tired, my brain’s tired. Let’s go to bed.” “Yeah, bed sounds nice. You know, I was just thinking, I am glad you didn’t fuck him in our bed tonight. Cause I would be jealous. And I’d be jealous if I had to share our bed with someone else. That bed is for us.” “Oh? You want me for yourself, pet?” Royce teases. “At the end of the day? Yes. I love feeling you pressed up against my backside in the morning. Would be weird if someone else is there. Toby’s fun, but it’s not his cock I want to feel straining against my body, you know?” Royce raises an eyebrow. “Fuck that’s, sexy.” He gives his own balls a jostle. “Wish there was anything left in here, cause you would be getting it right now.”
Devon grins. “I thought you were tired.” “I am,” Royce laments. “It’s a shame. I owe you a fuck.” “Mn. That’ll be nice to claim when I’m like ten days into lock up and stupid horny and you tell me to go play with my toys.” “You make it sound like I’m mean to you.” Devon laughs. “No. You never are. It’s the right thing to tell me. But you know, I’m spoiled. I want you all the time. I’m a demanding, jealous, needy boy.” Royce pulls the sheets down. He’s smiling. “As I said, you are a handful. Come on you demanding, jealous, needy boy. I need something to cuddle.” Devon finishes his tea and climbs into bed. “You want to take my underwear off?” Royce groans. “Do I ever!”
He can’t meet your gaze for longer than a few seconds and lowers his face, cheeks showing a pink hue. You lift his chin with a crooked finger. “It helps with posture. Turn to face me. Feet shoulder width apart. Honey your shoulders are wider than that. You got meaty shoulders. Lift your chest up. Straight back, remember.” You walk behind him and run a finger down his spine. “Nice. Don’t hold your fingers, put your palm against the back of your other hand and curl your thumb around the meat of your other thumb. Good boy.”
You walk back around and face him. “Excellent. Memorize this position exactly. Remember, this isn’t a position of submission. This is a position of service. You look strong and ready. And you’re on display. Imagine how you’ll look naked.” The color on his face brightens. You chuckle. “We’ll work on that.”
You consider him. “Yes. This is good. Already boy, you are ready to begin your training.” I watch for a flicker of hesitant on his face. There isn’t one. He hasn’t averted his gaze. I smile. He’ll be a gem once I’m through with him.
“Damn Daddy!” “You’re fucking fiiiiiiiiiiine.” “That white Speedo is showing me the outline of everything I want to see.” “I could wash my thongs on your abs!” “I would eat sushi off your ass!” “I would break something just to be put over those thighs.” “Smother me with them titties Daddy!” “Fuck you take the titties, I want that dick!” "Throw me over your shoulder and carry me off to the bridal suite!” “Oh god yeah, I’d let him pop my cherry any day!”
Dominic stopped at the base of the stairs and looked around for the source of the commotion as he squeezed the water out of the base of his hair. He glanced over two twinks standing at the edge of the pool. When they were spotted, they dissolved into giggles. “Room 904, Daddy, come find us later when we’re drunk and horny ok!” “I’m going to put both of you over my thighs!” Dominic said back. They dissolved into noises akin to a pair of howler monkeys. “You promise?” “You better promise!” They blew a kiss and ran off. “904!”
Dominic watched them scamper and try not to spill their colorful drinks at the same time. His boyfriend got off the chaise lounge and walked down the steps to hand Dominic a towel. “I think I just got cat-called,” Dominic said, sounding a bit miffed. “You did. You gonna take em up on the offer?” “I don’t think I can handle that all by myself. That’s…that’s a lot.” “What about both of us?” Dominic raised an eyebrow. “Both of us. Hm. Room 904 was it?” “I do think it was.” Dominic grinned. “Boy, those little twinks are in for a surprise later! We should show up in tight clothes. But nice clothes. Maybe our dinner wear. Sleeves rolled up. Buttons open to your chest hair. Really make their little erections pop in those thongs.” “I’m really starting to like the idea of this. Can I have the blond one?” “Yes baby, you may.” Dominic got out of the pool and kissed his partner on the lips. Sharing was a cornerstone of a good relationship.
Tommy Defendi and Marc Dylan 2am Booty Call (2012)
Assad could not sleep. The air conditioner wasn’t running right, and the heat of the day lingered around the house. It was just warm enough to be uncomfortable. Assad sat in front of the TV eating a bowl of cereal in his underwear. He watched the couple in the cafe in the commercial and felt jealous. Another commercial came on for a fitness apparatus. The dude was ripped. Assad’s spoon hovered over the bowl. Watching him work out triggered the butterflies in his stomach. Goddamn, he wished Mr. Buff would just walk in and dominate him. Look at the sweat drip down his pecs! Assad set his spoon down in his bowl when the lightbulb went off. Holy shit, I need to get laid.
He picked up his phone. It was long after midnight. Too late to call or text anyone, as they’d think it was an emergency. Dick emergencies were not exactly life threatening, although sometimes it really did feel that way. Assad stared at his phone screen, and after a moment, opened Grindr with a sigh. He tried to avoid apps, they were overwhelming and the infinite beefcake parade made him feel inferior. Maybe the hour would work to his advantage.
Assad set his parameters for guys and a couple results came up. He found two who listed they were tops and cool with a hook up, and messaged them. “Are you awake? I”m having a dick emergency.” A few seconds passed. Nothing. Assad sighed. He muted the TV, got up, and took his bowl to the kitchen. He had turned the water on to wash the bowl when he heard a familiar ding. He shut off the water. Did he hallucinate that?
Assad ran over to his phone. He had not! One guy, Matt, had replied. “I am awake. What’s a dick emergency? I checked outside, didn’t see a Penis shaped Bat Signal.” Assad chuckled to himself. “I can’t sleep. I feel like I’m going up the walls. I need to get laid, badly, or I’m going to be up until dawn.” “You just got horny suddenly? What are you doing?” The other guy wrote back. “There was a hot guy working out on a commercial on TV. I got like half a boner and then it clicked.” “Oh oh, was it the really ripped dude in that Flexinator commercial?” “Holy shit, YES ahahah. You know what I mean then.” “DUDE haha. I totally know. He’s so intense. All that grunting. Fyeww.” Matt wrote back with like three water droplet emojis. He added. “I don’t entirely look like that you know.” “Honestly I think I’d be terrified to get fucked by a guy like that. I like how you look as is. You got a penis?” “Hmm, just checked, yep.” “Great, you’re qualified. I just showered an hour ago, I got everything, lubes, condoms…please tell me you’ll come over to some total strangers house to fuck his desperate ass in the middle of the night.” There was a pause as Matt typed out a response. Assad held his breath. “Sweetheart, I’d be honored. I feel called to the battlefield. Just um, I’m fricking starving, is there any place open near you?” Assad ran to the kitchen, pulled sandwich ingredients out of the fridge, and sent Matt a collage of them on the counter. “You want roast beef or turkey?” “Daaamn! Fuck, I’ve never had a hook up make me a sandwich. Send me your address, I’m on my way. Roast beef for real, though. You got any BBQ sauce?”
Assad made a happy noise at Matt’s eagerness.
“Oh thank god,” he muttered. He sent his address to Matt, and set to making a sandwich. The man arrived fifteen minutes later. Assad was in his underwear. Matt was in a tight black shirt and black pants from the venue he worked at. When he saw the dinner on the table, complete with chips, grapes, and a drink, he cupped Assad’s face and kissed him right on the lips. “I am definitely going to take care of you. Anything you need, baby. I got you. Don’t you worry. This is amazing.” They chatted. They flirted. Assad stole some grapes. It was 2 in the morning when they brushed off the crumbs and put the plate in the sink. They looked at each other. “Bedroom?” Matt asked with a stretch. Assad made a sweeping gesture. “This way to the Bat Cave.” Matt clutched his heart. “Oh Bruce Wayne, I never thought the day would come! It’s so hard to know your emotions under that mask, but I always dreamed this would be real.” Assad led Matt into his room . “If you’re Robin, and you’re a top, are you implying Robin is the top here?” Matt wiggled his eyebrows. “Dun dun dun. Turns that little twink is a freak in the Bat Bedroom. Takes some shit out of Batman’s utility belt and like, gets down to business. Ever been tied to the bed with a grappling hook? Bruce definitely has.” Assad was still laughing from that when Matt moved in to kiss him and he had to remember how to close his mouth. ___________________ Captions are fictional.
Calipher wipes his sword on a piece of shirt long torn off from another victim of his weapon. “I really need to wash this…” He tucks it away into a pocket and sheaths his sword. He steps over the reeking body of the bandit, striding forward half a dozen steps until he’s in front of Edward. “Well, here we are. Me, saving your arse, and you needing to he rescued.” “Sorry,” Edward says with a restricted shrug. Only because of the gag, it comes out as “thorry”. Calipher sighs. “I am have half a mind to tie you to the pack horse like a war captive so I won’t lose you.” “It may help. Can you untie me please?” “Hmm. No.” Edward’s chin jerks up. “No?” “Actually, I’m going to untie your legs.” “Why my regs?” he asks. “You were supposed to fuck me this morning. Did you forget that? You said you were going for a walk to ‘check the perimeter’ of our camp last night and got yourself kidnapped. Took all night and half this morning to bloody find you cause I can’t track worth shit. I haven’t slept cause I was worried about you and now I’m cranky and horny.” Edward looks at the ground. “Thorry.” “Next time you decide to try and raid a bandit’s campsite, make sure he’s not nearby first ok Edward?” He nods sheepishly. “You stupid, pitiful, handsome man. You must exasperate your mother.” Calipher bends over and removes the gag around his mouth. “Oh thank god, thank you.” Edward works his jaw. “She often said that when I was a young lad.” The knight uses his sleeve to dry his companion’s chin and offers him a sip of wine. “Oh, yes wine. Praise the gods. Thank you.” “Mhm.” Calipher tosses the wine bladder aside once he’s had a drink. He drops to his knees and begins to untie Edward’s legs. “How am I going to fuck you tied to a tree?” Edward asks. Calipher pulls off his shoes. “With your dick.” “Well, well yes but-” He removes the metal greaves from the man’s shins and toss them to the side. “Hey careful with those, don’t dent them.” “That’s their whole purpose.” Edward doesn’t know what to say to that. The knight has undone the utility belt and leather faulds protecting Edward’s hips and he lets them drop. With a grunt of impatience, Calipher unbuttons his pants. “Lift your arse.” Edward digs his heels into his leaf litter and lifts his ass. Calipher pulls them clean off. “Ah it’s chilly out here” Edward remarks. “Don’t shrink up now.” “I can’t help it!” “I have to do everything, really.” Calipher tosses his gloves to the ground. He scoots forward and takes Edward into his hand and pulls on his shaft. It’s soft and stubby, trying to hide, but still warm. “Oh this is much better than being tortured by a bandit.” “Mhmm. There we go, getting nicely stiff. Look at you grow, god you always surprise me how you nearly double in size.” "You are really good at that,” Edward hisses. “Nice and hard for me now… yeah like that. God you are beautiful all tied up and erect. See, this is sort of how I expected to find you. I hoped I’d find the bandit on the verge of deflowering you and I’d get to have a very dramatic entrance.” “Sorry to disappoint you.” Calipher smiles. “Try harder next time.” Edward sticks his tongue out. “Hey hey put your hand back – why did you stop?” Calipher stands up and begins to remove his clothes below the waist. He removes his scabbard from his hip and arrows from his back. When Calipher pulls the waistband down, his cockhead catches on the edge of it, then springs up and makes an audible sound as it smacks against his pelvis. Edward gulps. He instinctively tries to reach for it but the ropes hold him fast to the tree. He whines in frustration. “Curse you seven times!” “Says the man tied to a tree,” Calipher teases. Edward whines. “Eight times!” “That will take you a while. Which pouch has the oil in it?” “Oh? The left one.” Calipher digs it out. It’s firm in the cooler temperatures, so he scoops some out and rubs it between this palms to soften it. He lubricates Edward’s cock, working it up and down his shaft. Edward lifts his hips against Calipher’s touches. He sighs. “Bless the gods.” Calipher decides its enough and wipes his hand on Edward’s pants. Edward doesn’t even notice. He’s fixated on Edward standing up and his cock bouncing right at eye level. He darts out his tongue. “You want that huh?” “It’s beading at the tip.” “Lick it off.” Edward parts his lips and flicks out his tongue to clean it. Calipher pushes inside of his mouth. “Oh wow.” Edward sucks on the head of it while Calipher rocks against his tongue for a little while. Edward can feel his cock reaching rock hard firmness and it’s making him feel warm and uncomfortable. His own muscles are sore from being in a fixed position tied to this tree and his butt is going numb, but having his nose buried in Calipher’s wild public hair is a fine distraction. “H-hey keep your tongue out of the slit or I’m going to cum.” Calipher runs his fingers through Edward’s hair. After a horridly short time, Calipher adds: “Ok I have to stop or I’m going to cum.” He withdraws his cock and Edward complains again. “Allow me to finish you at least?” He begs. Calipher smirks. “You may have that.” He drops to his knees, straddling Edward’s lap, pausing only to position Edward’s cock into place before slowly lowering himself down. At the breach, a joint cry from both men startles birds from trees. Edward digs his heels into the dirt again and pushes up. Calipher locks eyes with Edward. As he slowly sinks deeper and deeper he thinks how lovely his eyes are, such a warm brown flecked with gold. Edward furrows his brow, wondering what Calipher is thinking. Calipher closes his eyes and tilts his head back. After a painful epoch of time he takes the last inch with a strained keening noise. He rests, sitting on Edward’s lap, breathing purposely in slow deep breaths as he fights the urge to ride this man like a desperate whore instead of taking time to let his body adjust. Edward makes helpless whimpering noises; behind the tree he’s making fists with his hands.
“Are you ok?” Calipher opens his eyes. They’re dark and shiny, and his cheeks flushed. His raw gaze makes the breath hitch in Edward’s chest. “I’m very ok, Edward. Cause I’ve gotten what was promised to me, and I’m quite pleased about it.” “What would you have done if I was dead? Haunted my ghost for a fuck?” “For eternity.” “How faithful.” Calipher chuckles.”I’m going to move now. Move with me?” “I can’t, I’m tied to a tree,” Edward says dryly. Calipher laughs. “Again I’m doing all the work.” “Curse you nine times.” “Oh we’re almost to ten.” “God you’re as infuriating as you are beautiful.” Calipher begins to move as if ride on a saddle in slow motion. “You think I’m beautiful?” Edward blinks. “Yes, you stupid man. When you take your hair down at night and it spills across your cheek over your shoulders….” He shudders. “Oh you shot a little! God that is erotic, feeling you spill your wetness in me. Curses, I can’t wait any longer. I need the rest of it.” Calipher puts his hands on Edward’s shoulders and rides him as if in full cantor. He ignores his own cock, cause well, he promised. Edward thrusts up the best he can. Their cries mix, growing in volume. Calipher’s thighs begin to quiver and Edward is nearly in tears from frustration at not being able to touch him. It’s a worse punishment then being flogged! “Cal,” he pleads. Calipher’s muscles quiver as he tenses around Edward’s cock and draws him to the deepest depths of his body. “Oh sweet heavens!” Edward gasps. He throws his head back and bangs it on the tree. He barely feels the pain; the orgasm goes through him like a bolt of lightening. “Sweeeeet fucking heavens!” he shouts. His balls hitch up and shoots his load after load up Calipher’s perfect arse. He may be tied to this tree but Calipher cannot restrain his seed, and yet as if by some magic trick, he’s still managed to mark that man as his own. “Mine,” he growls. Calipher’s eyes widen. His face is fully pink and sweat shines on his brow. The spell breaks for Edward and he realizes what he’s said and gone red. What they have was supposed to be a casual relationship of convenience for this journey but… something has irrecoverably changed. A bridge perhaps crossed that cannot be found for the way back. Edward begins to soften. Calipher raises up to let him slide out and his warm seed spills over his cock. Edward gasps. “Ye gods, I gave you everything didn’t I?” “And more, it feels. It’s running down my thighs in torrents.” Calipher uses Edward’s shoulders again for support and stands up with weak legs. His cock is deep red and straining. Edward seems stunned he’s still hard. Had they not ejaculated together? “I promised you could finish me off, did I not?” Edward nods and licks his lips greedily, impressed by the man’s stamina. He parts his dry lips and Calipher thrusts in with unrestrained need. Edward pulls him in, greedy for his scent again, and sucks with all his strength. Calipher thrusts against his tongue with his head tossed back. He explodes with a yell Edward’s heard him use in battle. It’s a struggle to swallow it all and some spills down his chin. He rubs his tongue around the head of Calipher’s cock, making him swoon and reach for the tree to brace himself. “Curse all the gods, Edward! Sweet fucking heavens, your tongue is such a torment.”
Sensing he’s sensitive, Edward relinquishes control and allows Calipher to withdraw. He nuzzles his man at the base of the shaft, and washes his balls with his tongue. Calipher sucks air in through his teeth as the cool breeze alights on wet skin. “What a sensation that is!” “You like it?” “Yes it’s – it’s quite something.” Calipher leans against Edward’s face, face in the crook of his arm, catching his breath. “Well – well, that-” he swallows. “Well I can safely say, you have paid your debt to me.” Edward looks up at him. “I need a receipt.” Calipher peers down at him through his crooked arm. “Could you even read it or should I just draw some crude pictures on it?” ”I’ll lie and say I’m fully illiterate just for the pictures.” Calipher chuffs through his nose. ”Oh, I am spent.” “I feel completely numb, Cal. Both in that lovely tingly way when your body is feeling right proud of itself for certainly having completed a successful breeding despite its sheer ignorance of where that load went, and also because I can’t feel my arms. Can you please untie me?”
Calipher snorts. “Yes.” He pulls the dagger out of his discarded boot, walks around the tree, and cuts his lover free. Edgar groans in relief and stretches his sore arms. “Ah there, now the blood’s returning.to my finger tips. All of it left to go to my cock.” “Well you did deliver spectacularly.” Calipher also utilizes his dagger to remove some moss from a rock and uses it to clean up the cum streaking down his thighs. He yanks the yellow cloth off Edward’s belt that identifies him as a skilled tracker for hire and uses it to clean the both of them. “You know, it took me two years to earn that yellow flag.” Calipher looks at the cloth. “You silly bastard, you could have done it in far less time if you found me a white cloth and let me pee on it.” “Curse you ten times!” Edward throws a shoe at him while Calipher cackles. “Hey! Behave or I’ll tie you up again.” “Behave or I’ll tie you up.” Calipher raises an eyebrow. “Promise?” “Well I would if you hadn’t cut the rope…” “Oh yeah I did do that. Well, hopefully if we make it to town tonight – which we would have, without delays.” Edward rolls his eyes. “It was a remarkable delay though.” Calipher folds his arms. “Actually, I will agree with you and concede my point. But if we can make it to town, we could buy rope. We should at least splurge for the bath house and a room in it. I have a feeling we’re both going to want to sleep on a padded mattress tonight.” Edward groans at the thought. “A real bath.” He makes a noise of fake enlightenment. “Ah, I just realized – we’ll have to see each other naked. I’m not sure I can handle that, you see. I’ll be so embarrassed. I’m just a farm lad who gets so nervous around big strapping knights with big muscles and huge swinging pen – hey you can’t throw my own shoe back at me!” “I can and I did! At least it wasn’t a greave!” “Yes that would hurt-” Edward’s stomach interrupts them. “Ye gods, I’ve spent it all. We still have provisions back at camp?” “We do but – you’re forgetting something.” “What?” Edward gets to feet with some difficulty. Calipher points to the dead bandit on the edge of the woods. “We get to raid his campsite now for snacks.” Edward considers the unwashed man, the black edges to his nails, the dirt caked into his clothes “I am suspicious of his snacks.” “Maybe we can take his coins to buy better snacks?” Edward points a finger at Calipher. “See, that, that is why I travel with you.” Calipher reaches out to pinch Edward’s cock. “No other reason?” Edward swats his hand away. “Ha! Stopped you. And Nope. None. Zero. No reason at all why I travel with you. Nothing to do with my cock anyhow.” Calipher throws his woolen sock at him and sticks out his tongue.
Edward sticks his tongue back. He watches Calipher dress and his face softens. “Cal?” “Yes Edward?” “Thank you for rescuing me. I had a very dark and lonely night out here, near beside myself at the thought of leaving this Earth without telling you first.” Calipher glances up at him as he secures his sword belt around his waist. “You’re my tracker. If you left, I’d have to follow you.”
Edward is left so breathless and flustered by this comment, he puts his trousers on backwards and falls over in the process, putting a dent in his greave. “Oh curse you eleven times.”
Ori stood at the foot of the bed with his legs shoulder width apart, hands behind his back. “House tasks complete, Sir.” “You’re relieved of duty, boy.” Ishaan didn’t look up from his book. “Go prep for bed.” “Thank you Sir.” Ori relaxed. He was a tad relieved Sir hadn’t asked him to prep for servicing, because he was worn out from running five miles and doing all the food prep for the week. When Ori returned from the bathroom, Isshan was still reading. Ori crawled onto the bed and turned onto his side. He watched Isshan reading with fond eyes. He gaze rove down Isshan’s torso, delighting in the way the light created divine shadows that turned his topography into dramatic sand dunes. Isshan’s bulge was full in his black underwear. Ori’s eyes drifted from there to the black fabric stretched around the thickness of Isshan’s thighs. “Permission to touch you Sir?” “That’s fine, boy, but not my cock.” “Thank you Sir.” Ori wrapped himself around Isshan’s leg, pulling it close to him and entangling his arms around like a koala. Isshan peered over his book, wondering what on Earth his boy was doing. “Boy?” “Yes sir?” “What are you doing?” “Just enjoying you Sir.” Isshan didn’t know what to say to that. His boy’s love language was seemingly all of them, but he knew Ori desire for physical contact placed only second to his desire to serve. Isshan decided to finish the chapter and leave his boy to his quirks. That however proved to be a mistake, because he became aware by the change of Ori’s breathing that he’d fallen asleep attached to him. He’d fallen asleep in the middle of the bed too. Inconveniencing your master was a punishable offense, but he looked so cute….and he was warm. It was like wearing pants on one side.
Isshan put his book on the side table. “Well, I guess I’m stuck.” He scooted down as much as possible, but Ori roused. Isshan found himself not wanting to wake him up, but he also wanted to use this opportunity to slide down into the bed more. When Isshan stopped moving, Ori adjusted himself, still entangled around Isshan’s leg like a vine. He nuzzled Isshan’s hip and was still again. That’s when Isshan realized they were both on top of the comforter. He cursed under his breath. Using his toes and his other leg, he pulled the afghan draped over the foot over the bed up towards him until he could reach it. He opened it and draped it over themselves. Wasn’t too chilly tonight anyhow. “Sleep well pet,” Isshan said before he turned off the light.
“Yeah…I can see it. Your rack n’ pinion’s leaking.” “What?” Sing looks down. “Wait, are you talking about my cock and balls or what?” Lochlan snorts. “No. It has to do with your power steering.” “Stiiiilll not sure if we’re talking about foreplay?” “No, sweetheart, we’re talking about the steering. In your car. You know, like, the wheel? Vroom vroom car go left?” “Ugh you are such a bitch sometimes. I’d be more mad but I’m distracted by your legs.” Sing runs his hand up and over Lochlan’s knee and down his thigh. “You can’t help yourself huh?” “Pft, no, I can see up your shorts. You’re so shameless Daddy, it’s so hot.” “I’m not shameless, I’m casual. You’re just- huh it’s coming from above. You’re just horny, Sing. Really horny. Like all the time.” “Not all the time.” “Hand me the drip pan and the wrench, so I can drain the oil.” “The wha?” “That plastic bowl with the silver thing in it.” Sing pushes it under the car. “Yes, all the time. Remember last month when we were at Geraldo’s house, and it came up how many time him and Casey have sex, and they said like one a week. And you gasped. And when Geraldo found out how often I fuck you, he asked me if I was under duress and said to call him if my dick needed to be rescued?” “That makes me sound slutty.” “Well if the duck quacks-” “Ugh, I should be offended, but I’m kind of getting turned on by it actually…” Sing scoots forward and slides his hand up Lochlan’s shorts. He let his hand cover Lochlan’s penis. “Mn it’s warm. I love you feel in my palm. So thick…” Sing moves his hand around. “Don’t play with my balls or I’m going to fuck this up.” Sing sighs. “Damn.” Lochlan can’t hold back a chuckle. “Hand me the rag and the oil filter wre-…the shiny thing that looks like it could grip a can.” “But I’d have to take my hand off your cock to reach it,” Sing pouts. “Sing.” “Fine fine.” Sing stretches out to grab it, hastily handing it to Lochlan before returning to what he was doing. “I do appreciate you changing the oil on my car Daddy. You do take such good care of me.” “You’re welcome. And you take good care of me. Actually that feels rather nice. Although I’m going to have to stand up soon to put the oil in your car.” “Find more stuff wrong down there.” Lochlan snorts. “Well you’re going to need new brakes at some point. Hand me the new filter, in the small paper box. And the silver thing sticking out of my bag on the left side. It’s a torque wrench.” Sing passes both over. “You’re so nice and hard. I could play with this for a long time. Just moving your foreskin around is fun.” “You have until I install this, cause then I need to stand up.” “Ugh fine. You never last long when I’m giving you handies anyway.” “Hey Sing?” Lochlan said. “Yeah?” “You know how to install an oil filter?” “Pfft, fuck no.” Lochlan pushes his hips up to rock against into firm Sing’s grip. “Mmh. Well. You take the filter. And you need to lubricate it, you see. So you dip your finger into the oil in the pan. And it’s still warm from when you drove your car earlier. Once you have it on your finger you rub it…in circles…around the seal…so it’s nicely lubricated. And once you’re doing making circles you uh….take the filter and screw it in. But you need the torque wrench to make sure the fit is nice and tight. Hear that? Hear the click of the torque wrench? That means it’s under the riiiiiight amount of pressure. It has to be secure in its hole. Or else, the oil will squirt out.” Sing whimpers. “Are you hard, Sing?” “Uh huh.” “Don’t touch yourself. And don’t slack off. Make me cum.” “Uh? Oh yeah. I was just staring at your erection straining in your shorts…you’re so hot Daddy,” Sing sighs. He returns to stroking Lochlan.
Lochlan exhales. He leans his head back, closes his eyes, and lets the orgasm roll over him. “Oh that’s nice,” he murmurs. “Slow down slowly….stroke…yeah like that. Good boy. Nnnggg…” “You’re twitching like it’s alive in my hand,” Sing purrs. “I love feeling you cum in my hand. Just so much cum everywhere. I’m always in awe how much your balls hold.” “You make them fill up. Man, I haven’t cum in my shorts in a long time. Feels like I’m 15 again.” “You would cum in your pants at 15?’ “Yeah. I was embarrassed about masturbation, and thought doing it to thinking about guys was wrong. And this family lived next door had this older high school kid who would always mow the lawn in gym shorts and no shirt. Just watching him would make me explode. I’d be rubbing up against the wall and not like even realize it. Or like. I was into a lot of sports at school…lotta moments losing it in my cup.” “Holy fuck, I want all those stories. I want to hear about you sweaty and sticky and unable to tell anyone.” Sing’s voice falters. Lochlan was grinning under the car. “When did you get comfortable jerking off?” “17. When I discovered what a bottom was. Stole a kink magazine from a porn store. Man, that was a lesson I didn’t get in high school. I needed to masturbate or it would hurt down there from blue balls.” Sing swallows and licks his lips. “Daddy please let me touch myself, I’m going to go crazy.” “How about this. When I’m doing pouring the oil, you can clean my cock with your tongue and jerk off if you want.” “I do want. I do want a lot. How long does it take to pour oil?” Sing peers under the car. Lochlan wiggles out and grabs for another towel to wipe his hands on. “I think I need to call Geraldo and tell him I’m under duress.” Sing sticks his tongue out. Lochlan sits up. “Wow you are hard in your little yoga shorts. Alright, new plan. Strip. Knee. Suck. I want you to cum at my feet.” Sing gasps. “Oh my god.” A wet spot blooms on his shorts. “Clothes. Off.” “But the garage door…” “Stays open. The car will block the view.” “Damn Daddy,” Sing whispers. He stands up and wiggles out of his clothes. “If all mechanics were like you my car would always be up on its maintenance!” Lochlan has a feeling if that was true, that Sing would intentionally be putting down nails in the road and running them over. But he didn’t say that. He was looking forward to Sing’s tongue bath and watching him finish himself off. _____________________ Captions are fictional.
Irving returned from court to his office exhausted and bedraggled. The simple case had gone out of hand; he’d eaten fast food standing up on the court house steps. Irving hadn’t even had a moment to enjoy Valentines Day with his husband this morning. Just a kiss, an intimate hug. Eric had texted Irving asking if he could bring him tea for a tea break at the office, which Irving had jumped at – but of course, the case had dragged on, and Irving missed the window when Eric was available for lunch hour. Typing every “I’m sorry” hurt.
Irving sighed as the elevator doors opened. He was supposed to make dinner for them at home tonight, and he wondered how on Earth he was going to find he energy to cook the lamb in the fridge. Irving dragged himself past the office lobby, and said a ‘hello’ to the secretary as he walked passed. “Oh, Mr. Macintosh!” Irving stopped and his briefcase banged against his leg. “Yes, Darla?” She smiled and giggled. “You had a visitor.” “I did?” “You did. In your office.” “Was it Eric?” She just smiled. “You’ll see.”
Irving chewed his lower lip. “What was he up to?” He strolled to his office with a pep to his step. Irving opened the door and froze in place, air in his lungs. There was a trio of balloons tied to the back of his chair; a white one, a pink one, and a red heart one. Eric had repotted his cactus into a bold red and white ceramic pot, a vast upgrade from the small plastic brown one held together with tape after being pushed off the desk by slipping files. Then he saw the treats. The top of his three foot book case had been cleared of art books and an award from law school, and covered by a white place mat from their dining room.
Eric had left a tray – his grandmother’s tray – dotted with cream puffs decorated with lovely red hearts. Next to it was a pot of tea wrapped in a yarn warmer. Eric leaned his briefcase against the desk and wandered over to inspect the display further. There was a card in front of the tea pot. Eric opened it. “Happy Valentines Day. Love you, and don’t feel bad about being busy. It just an opportunity to surprise you. With all my love – Eric. PS: Remember that tea we had in Paris? Found it! Also, share the puffs, I held mine back <3.”
Irving took the card to his desk. He sat down in the chair, making the balloons sway. Irving pulled the heart one down to hold it; then covered his eyes with his hands and wept. The fatigue and stress melted away. After a few hiccups, Irving released the balloon and blew his nose. He rushed to the bathroom to wash his hands and cool his face. He called Eric from the bathroom, professed his love, and pushed away tears again. Once he hung up, he had to refresh again. Work forgotten, Irving rushed back to his office for his afternoon tea break. He poured himself a cup of tea, plucked up a cream puff, and turned his chair to the window to watch the birds soar over the river. His thoughts drifted to the dinner he would be preparing in a few hours. Did they have candles? He was sure they did somewhere.
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Tanner sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You knocked over ALL the cups? Seriously – just. Crate. Now, Corbin. Go into my dressing room and lie down on your blanket. Go.” Ryan watched Tanner’s boy slink out of the room. “Why did you bring your pup on this shoot anyway?” “He has separation anxiety. Master Bruce said I should bring him to more stuff with me, but I’m starting to think it’s more than separation anxiety. I’m starting to think my boy’s just a basket case with a lot of energy he’s not burning off. Master Bruce said he’s ‘unmanageable’ and I’m starting to see why.” “Judging by the fact I heard the make up artist make comments about the bags under your eyes, it’s not for the lack of trying to wear him out in bed?” Tanner snorted. “No. No lack of trying there. It just makes him want more of it. I think Corbin needs a treadmill. Get him running.”
Ryan nodded. “That could work.” There’s a howl from the dressing room. Tanner exhaled again as the photography crew giggled. “Sorry guys. Let’s take ten.” Ryan chuckled. “You want me to take him for a walk?” Tanner pointed. “Yes. Please. I’m not going to give up on him. Just gotta find out what works with this sub….and I hope it’s running, cause Jesus.” “Swimming maybe?” “Why Ryan, I think you have some great ideas. His leash is in my bag in the dressing room. Go wear him out, however you see fit. And I do mean, however you can make it happen. We need to get through this shoot.” Ryan rubbed his hands together. “That’s what I want to hear! Finally get to have some fun with that handsome lad of yours.” He sauntered toward the dressing room, calling Tanner’s pup’s name. “Cooorbin!” Corbin howled in response. “Corbiiiiin!” There was another howl. “No don’t encourage the howling!” Tanner shouted back. Corbin answered with a howl. Tanner put his head into his hands.
