Reggie was responding to a work e-mail and letting his body dry off after a shower when a young man sat next to him. He was a little startled when the man put a hand on his knee, reached over, and leaned in his ear. “Can I sit on the floor in front of you?” he whispered. Reggie’s instinct was to brush hm off – how dare someone touch him without permission? But the tone of his voice made Reggie change his mind. “Fine, but no teeth.” “Of course not,” the man said. He slid to the floor at Reggie’s feet and pushed the towel aside. He was wearing compression leggings and shorts, and nothing else. The young man put a hand on Reggie’s thigh and used his other to stroke and guide Reggie’s cock to his lips. “Mmnf. Good boy,” Reggie murmured in approval. He stroked the young man’s hair while he checked his social media, but soon he found things a bit too distracting and set down his phone. “My goodness,” Reggie breathed. Instead of rushing him to orgasm, this boy was focusing on keeping him hard and wanting. This was definitely not this young man’s first time hunting in a locker room for what he wanted. Reggie put his palms back on the bench and tilted his head back, not giving a shit who saw them enforcing he natural order of a man’s locker room.
Theo sighed and picked up the phone. “This better be work related.” “It’s not. I want your dick,” Mike announced. “I’m on shift right now. I’m investigating a case. I’m actually waiting to hear from an informant right now.” “Theo, you and I both know that at this time of night, the Paseidies are not going to do anything worth reporting on. They’re a diurnal species – what the heck could your informant tell you at this time of night?” “The informant isn’t a Paseidies. He has other stuff going on. Listen, I’m not coming over to fuck you. Aren’t any of your family up playing cards or watching movies or whatever they do on the holidays.” Mike snorted. “At this house? And this hour? They’re all asleep. That’s why I’m bored and I’m horny.” “Use Grindr.” Mike groaned. “You’re so infuriating.” “You’re so immature.” “You don’t complain when you fuck me.” “Cause you’re a good lay,” Theo admitted. “But not right now. Go play with a dildo.”
The waitress standing next to his table gave Theo a funny look. “Um. More coffee?” Theo felt warm under the collar and avoided looking up at her. “Yeah. Thank you.” “Theeeeooo~” “I’m hanging up, Mike. I owe you a rain check.” Theo disconnected the call.
Theo leaned back in his seat and sipped his fresh coffee. Would he rather have a different heat warming his palm right now? Yes. Would he rather be steaming up car windows instead of being in this cafe? A million times yes. Anything to take his mind off this case. This case, which was not going anywhere but yet taking up all his time. Theo’s gaze drifted out the window; he tried not to think about how little sex he’d been getting lately. At least this was good coffee.
The phone startled him. Theo set down his drink and snatched it up. “Gardner.” “There’s a delivery coming Friday at 9. You’re gonna want to see who is there. Warehouse 864, near the Chevron building.” Theo scrambled to write this down. “9 am I’m guessing? And is it coming by truck, by boat?” “9 am yeah. That’s all I got. Go to go.” “You can’t meet up?” Theo asked. “No, I can’t,” the informant replied. “Where are you off to in a hurry?” “I got a match on Grindr. Can you believe it? At this time of night!”
The realization set in. Theo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Oh you have to be fucking kidding me.” __________________ Captions are fictional.
“Thank you for letting me know.” Tanner waited for his boy to go. “What is it?” he asked when Braden didn’t leave. “I’m – I’m so fucking horny Sir, I can barely think.” “Good. I want you singing when I fuck you before bed tonight.” “My balls are aching from how full they are, Sir.” “Oh, why didn’t you say so?” Tanner reached behind him and picked up the small remote. He hit the “on” switch and the plug inside of Braden began to vibrate on the middle setting. Braden went rigid and gasped. He moaned deeply as a shudder went through his body. Tanner waved his hand. “Show me your cage.” Braden pulled his jockstrap to the side to bare his cage. It was straining, bulging in its cage over full plump eggs. The tip of the chastity cage was glistening from leaking pre-cum. “Yes, boy, yes. Whose cock is that?” “Yours, Sir.” Braden swallowed. “That’s right. Good boy.” Tanner waved his hand again. “You can cover up. Don’t drip on my patio.” “No Sir, I won’t,” Braden said quickly as he put his cock back in place. “Good boy. Go finish making dinner now.” Braden exhaled deeply. “Yes Sir.” Tanner watched him go back into the house. “Man, no one told me when you put your boy in chastity, that you also get tortured having to wait,” he muttered to himself. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it to bed time.”
Hugo thumbed through photos on his phone. “This one is my favorite so far.” Arturo let out a low whistle. “He is stunning. That ass is begging for stripes.” “Oh I’ve put them there. The aftercare was almost as good as the session, he was so soft and warm in my lap, I didn’t want to stop cuddling him. To say I’m very excited for Luis to be here is an understatement.” “Paperwork is complete?” “Indeed it is. My insurance goes into effect into Monday, so that’s when I can go pick him up from Everton.” Arturo tilted Hugo’s phone so he could see the screen. “Where do they find boys this beautiful? Every boy I know that comes out of Everton’s looks like a model.” Hugo chuckled. “That’s cause you don’t see them going in.” He thumbed to another picture of Luis looking coyly in the camera. “This beautiful lad spent most of high school in juvie, he’s been arrested in two states, and got in trouble for selling himself in jail and not paying taxes on his earnings. He also had a warrant out for his arrest in his home county for not paying a parking ticket.” Arturo nearly spilled his wine as he threw his head back and laughed. “Are you serious?” “Indeed. I got that pesky warrant taken care of of course.” “My goodness, what a hellion.” Hugo nodded. “He is spicy. Perhaps a bit too spicy. Luis desperately needs to be taught discipline.”
Arturo sipped his wine. “That may be so, but…what about your family business?” Hugo shrugged. “I imagine he’ll end up in it one way or the other; Luis has potential to make a nice career for himself, but he could be a real liability.” He smirked. “It seems that Luis doesn’t often consider the consequences of his actions, or the risks he’s taking. It’ll be fun teaching him to consider those things. And rewarding him, long and hard into, into the sheets, all night long.” Arturo chuckled. “You are impatient for him to get here.” Hugo exhaled. “So very impatient.”
“Your talk of discipline has gotten me a bit aroused. Why don’t we go upstairs and pass some time?” The corner of Hugo’s mouth lifted up. “Like old times?” “Like old times. Well, I had less grey hair back then,” Arturo muttered. “I like your grey hair.” “Really?” “Yeah. It’s sexy,” Hugo brushed his bangs with his fingers. “You are such a good friend. Do you have more wine by the way?” Arturo held up his empty glass. “Always.” Hugo put an arm around Arturo’s waist. “Let’s go get drunk and fuck until Monday comes.” “Cheers to that!”
“I don’t think I can come over to fuck you. I have things to do after work.” Mark reads the message and sighs. He gets on the bed, pulls down his underwear, and sends a photo without any text. How annoying it was to lay on his bed like this without anything happening. Thirty seconds later, there’s a response: “Be there at 6:30.” Mark smirks at his phone. “Good boy,” he murmurs to himself as he types out a response. Mark’s number one rule of hooks ups is to never let the top forget who’s in charge, and quite pleasingly, it is again working in his favor.
“I seriously don’t know if I can make it to this meeting, but there’s no way I can miss it. I could barely eat today, yet I’m so nervous I feel like I’m going to throw up.” “Do feel actually sick, like you’re coming down with something, or just stressed?” Roy asked. “I think it’s just stress. If this meeting doesn’t go well, I can’t even fathom how far back this is going to set us back as a company. Especially financially. I can’t think about it without tasting acid.” Nelson puffed out his cheeks and ran his fingers through his hair. Roy put a hand on his shoulder. “Here, I have an idea. I have a boy who works a block away, found him on Grindr. Had him over -and under- my desk a few times, he’s very good. And he’s always texting me, asking to come over and suck me off. Let me call him; he’ll get you relaxed in no time.” “You think that’s a good idea? What if I get cum on my pants, or I get too sweaty?” “You’re already a sweaty, stressed out mess. And you can take your pants off, but I guarantee you he won’t spill a drop. He is a greedy boy when he has a cock.” Nelson snorted. “You are a hell of a salesman, Roy.” He ran his hand over his face. “Fuck. Now that I think about it, I haven’t jerked off a lot recently, been so busy preparing for this meeting. Fuck it.” He waved his hand. “Fine, call him.”
Roy clapped him on the back. “Smart man. Go get yourself a drink. I’ll go make a call.” Nelson muttered his appreciation and went to go find something cold.
Roy came back into his office. “He’ll be here in thirty minutes.” “Oh thank god. I’m going to take a nap.” “That’s not a terrible idea.”
Nelson closed his eyes and drifted off. Thirty minutes passed in a flash. He was just coming to in a groggy sort of haze when Roy knocked on the doorframe. Nelson startled slightly. “You awake?” Roy asked. “Mentally, no. Physically? Also no.” Nelson’s teeth were sore from clenching his jaw as he slept, and he rubbed his chin absentmindedly. “Good. Don’t get up,” Roy said. “Sebastian, come here please. This is Nelson.” “Hello Nelson, nice to meet you.” Nelson squinted at Sebastian. “Hello. Well, look at those curls. How old are you?” “26.” Nelson nodded. “That’s a fine enough age to know what you want and have some experience doing it.” “I damn well know what I want, and I have plenty of experience getting it. I’ve been told you need some of this experience?” “I need to get this stress out of my system.” “I’ll get it out and down my throat.” Sebastian knelt down on the floor. “Let’s get these pants off. We won’t need em.” Nelson undid his belt. He was past caring; he would do whatever this boy asked. Roy was beaming in the doorway like a proud father. “I’m going to go organize the documents we need, you have fun in here.” “Thanks,” Nelson croaked. “Appreciate it.”
Roy came to check in after fifteen minutes. Nelson didn’t even notice he was standing there. His brain was elsewhere, his eyes rolled back into his head – lips parted, cheeks flushed, hand pressed firmly on the back of Sebastian’s tousled locks. Roy watched Sebastian bob up and down on Nelson’s cock for a moment. So that’s what he looked like from this angle. Normally Roy only got a top down view. God, what a natural. He hoped there was time to fuck Sebastian over his desk before they had to leave.
Roy quietly slid out of Nelson’s office. A loud groan of pleasure came out behind him. Roy chuckled. If the meeting went well, which he was sure it would, the first thing they were going to do was hire Sebastian away from whatever company he worked for. His skill level was irrelevant, as he would only be a low-level junior employee anyway, but he would really there for morale. Sebastian would be excellent at that.
Watt’s the Safeword did a whole long episode on Locktober, and so if any of you are curious about chastity this is super super informational (and also entertaining).
“Good morning kitten. I’m surprised you can still move after how much we fucked last night. A little sore are we? Not surprised your hole is tender. That’s fine, I’d still love it if you just sucked my cock, though. You look surprised that I can even be hard right now. Fuck, I’m horny as hell after sleeping pressed up against your naked body last night. Also, man, I am really noticing that you are even prettier in the daylight. I hope you will stick around long enough to let me fuck you again. I can tell by your face you want it. You know, I’ve brought a lot of merch home from concerts, but nothing quite like you.”
Henry realized he hadn’t seen Zach in a while, so he had been casually swimming through the party goers looking for him. The holiday party was in full swing, and despite the chill outside, the backyard was also full of people drinking and chatting under the propane heaters he’d rented. Henry had texted Zach a few minutes ago out of gentle concern, and now his phone was vibrating. He was surprised to see it was Facetime request from Zach.
Henry answered it, “Hey, where are you?” Zach was holding the phone so it framed his face. “Upstairs.” “What are you doing up there?” Zach held the phone up so it showed his near-naked reflection in the mirror of Henry’s bedroom. He was bouncing his buttcheek in a teasing and tempting way. “Waiting for you.” “Ohhh fuck.” Henry quickly hung up. He glanced around to make sure no one else saw that and went upstairs. In his room, Henry found the little minx, waiting patiently on the bed on his stomach. “Oh there you are. What the heck are you doing in my room? Are you jerking off up here?” “No, I told you, I was waiting for you. I’m stupid horny for some reason, and I’m tired of pretending that I don’t want you. I know you just got out of a relationship, but like I’m not asking to be your rebound boy you know? Just want a harmless fuck.” Henry closed the door behind him. “Man, bottoms have no brain cells,” he chuckled. Zach looked annoyed. “Ok first of all, rude. Secondly, what do you mean by that?” “Cause Conner and I broke up because of my friendship with you.” “What?” Zach gasped. “He was certain I was cheating on him with you, or I would cheat. Conner didn’t like you in my life – you made him feel threatened. Looks like he was right.” Zach digested this. “My slut energy caused you guys to break up?” “Subtlety is not one of your strengths.” “Um. Oops? Sorry?” Henry took off his shirt. “You better be an incredible fuck.” Zach’s eyes went wide. “You’re still going to sleep with me?” “The entire universe wants me to fuck you, so I will.” Henry unzipped his nice pressed slacks. The young man watched with unblinking eyes as Henry extracted the jockstrap pouch containing his cock and balls and held it in his hand. “You can take a cock this size right?” “Hell yeah I can,” Zach said, although he wasn’t quite he could. He definitely wanted to make it fit even if it stretched him wide. It would fit, one way or another, because there was no way he was saying no to such a nicely wrapped holiday present. “Come over here and let me take off your jock with my teeth.” That made Henry raise an eyebrow. “Starting to think I should have just skipped dating Conner all together…”
Jonas paused mid swipe of the razor and glanced over at his beloved boy who had been sitting quite contently on the floor, staring up at him from behind his leather pup mask. “You enjoying watching huh boy?” Rocky nodded. “You aren’t getting my cock, I have to go to work.” Rocky gave such a loud whine that it made Jonas chuff out a laugh. “You don’t always get it just because it’s out. It’s not a toy that belongs to you.” Rocky made a grumpy noise. “You can look at me all you want though.” “Bark!” “Not like I could stop you anyway.” Jonas finished shaving and washed his face off in the sink. He put on moisturizer and checked his skin. “Good.” Jonas reached for his clothes he’d put on the closed toilet seat earlier. He sifted through them. “Rocky?” “Aroo?” “Where are my underwear?” Rocky pretended to look around and shrugged. “Rocky.” He glanced at the floor and began to giggle; collapsing under the guilt immediately. “Rocky, bring me my underwear. Now.”
Rocky was absolutely helpless against ‘the tone’. He padded off into the bedroom. After rustling through the dresser, he shuffled back in with a black pair in his mouth. “Give.” Rocky dropped them in Jonas’s hand. “Wait.” Jonas held up a lace thong. “Rocky. These are your underwear.” Rocky began to giggle again. “I said bring me my underwear.” Rocky refused to move. “You are being a difficult pup today.” More giggling. Jonas handed them to Rocky. “Bring me my underwear, boy.” Rocky took them in his mouth and dropped them at his feet. Jonas thought about this. “Ok fine.” He put them on, but they were about two sizes too small and barely held anything. His balls about burst out like ripe plums; the root of his shaft was an inch exposed. “Woof,” Rocky said in a breathless gasp. His eyes fixated, he began to squirm and whimper. “Nope, I told you, you’re not getting my cock.” Jonas began to pull on his khaki slacks, to Rocky’s astonishment. “You’re just going to have to think about me in this tiny lace thong all day. Which should be fun, since you’re not going to be wearing underwear yourself.” “Aroo???” “That should be messy, I mean, considering how far you are into chastity, you should be leaking all down your leg. I look forward to hearing about how wet and sticky you are when you get home from class.” Rocky made a loud groan. He rushed back into the bedroom, brought Jonas a pair of boxer briefs, and dropped them on the floor of the bathroom. “Nope. Too late.” Jonas put his shirt on. He pushed the briefs back at Rocky with his foot. “Put those away please. And you need to be dressed for breakfast. Are your Levi’s clean? I like how tight those are on you.” Rocky threw his head back and groaned loudly at being defeated.
