“Where is iiiiiitttt~” Rocket whined and pawed. Kip watched in awe as Rocket pulled out Kip’s missing sandal. Then his other one. Then a third shoe. And a fourth. And a pair of his orange work out pants Kip assumed he’d left at the gym a week ago. “Well I’ll be damned.” Rocket froze. He looked over his shoulder, a wide eyed look of guilt on his face. “This is where you’ve hiding stuff you’re pilfered. You bad puppy.” Rocket lowered himself to the floor and whimpered. “Couldn’t find your ball huh?” Rocket shook his head. “Cause it came out the other side of the bed. I can see it in the corner from here.” Rocket groaned. “Busted for no reason huh?” Kip picked up his pants. They smelled of sweat and… “Have you been humping my pants?” Rocket tried to slink under the bed. “Nooo you come back out. Heel. Heel. Good boy. Well, good bad boy. You are getting some crate time while I figure out what else is hidden under here. Come.” Rocket sighed and begrudgingly followed Kip to the kitchen where he was instructed inside his crate. Kip gave him his ball at least, and shut the door. “Bad pup. Hour time out.” Rocket whimpered.
Kip went to dig out under the bed and discovered a bevy of socks and underwear, the remote to the old TV that was chewed up, a bottle of lube that Rocket did not like, a couple of stuffed animals he did like, a dirty pillowcase with jizz stains on it, and an old pair of Kip’s jeans that he thought went off for donation – also with jizz stains. Kip sighed. How long had his pup been doing this? Sneaky boy! It was definitely time to put him in chastity or something… although if he did, Kip would probably have to deal with Rocket sneaking off to leak on stuff he’d hump. Maybe it would be better to forbid masturbation and just milk him more often. Or maybe lock him up but milk him often.
Kip scratched the back of his head. Regardless of that dilemma, first order of business was washing all this stuff. He had an entire wash and dry cycle to figure out how to punish his boy – but it would for sure result in Rocket having a ruined orgasm and a sore ass, that was for sure.
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“Hello from my new iPhone!” Juan texts. “Did you get your new phone today?” “Yes Sir. Thank you so much again. “Don’t thank me. You earned it, boy.” “But you paid for half of it. I’m grateful.” “You’re welcome, boy, but as I said, you earned it. You have been a favorite playmate to me, and helped so much with running errands and things for work. Your old phone was a literal piece of junk. What color phone did you end up going with?” Juan smiles at the message. “Yellow! And again, thank you Sir. Want to be the first person I send a selfie too?” “I’d love that.” Juan snaps a sexy shot and texts it. “See? Yellow.” “Woah! Hot damn. Well everyone in the elevator behind me has seen your hot body, boy.” “Oops. XD.” “God are you entirely naked? on my bed? waiting for me?” “I’m waiting to show you my gratitude Sir. I’m wearing a plug… let me know when you’re out of the elevator. I’ll send you that.” Juan wrote back. “You’ve had that phone hour and you’re already sexting me…goddamn, I’m gonna get a boner at work.” Juan smirked. “You may want to exit the elevator and take the stairs.” “Only if you were there. Ugh why is it only 3 pm?” “I’ll be waiting horny for you, Sir. Gonna be playin with my new phone.” “Fuuuuck arrggh I want you.” “I want you too Sir.”
“Say…Juan… your Apple app store works on that phone right? No glitching?” “Fine so far! why?” “I want you to find a vibrator we can control. With an app. I mean, that *I* can control with an app…” “Is that a real thing Sir??” “Oh yes it is. Welcome to the future, boy. I can make you jizz without even being home.” “…I have no words. I am googling this right now.”
It was at that moment that Mark realized he’d missed his floor and had to wait for the elevator to cycle back.
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Your thumb hovered over the ‘call’ icon. You hadn’t spoken to Lukas in nearly two weeks, since their last date. Well, if you could call it a date. More like just hanging out at a bar. But you found yourself wanting to call Lukas. You’d thought about him on and off over the past few days. There had been a connection between you too, a small spark. Your dates never seemed to go as well as you hoped though. You each were trying to be too perfect for each-other and could never quite relax. Both of you were still seeing other guys too. Not quite really sure what kind of relationship you wanted. Not to mention the fact that you two didn’t live particularly close.
You wonder if calling him meant you wanted to define a potential relationship with Lukas. Maybe you were just thinking too seriously about things. You watch the snow come down in the ray of the lights as if the answer was up there. Fuck, if you don’t move soon you’d have to dig the car out. You glance at your watch. Like it or not, the fact of the matter was that Lukas lives less than fifteen minutes away from the Boise Airport to your thirty five. The fatigue of travel begins to set in. You cave. You call.
It rings twice. “Um. Hello? Ashton?”
“Hey,” you say. “Sorry if I’m calling so late.”
“No it’s fine,” he says. And he says it like he meant it. “What’s up? How are you?” You may be hallucinating but Lukas sounded a bit hopeful even.
You mess with your coat zipper. It’s getting warm in here with the heat on. “I’m alright. Tired. Listen um, I’m at the airport right now. Just got back from a work trip. The snow’s coming down super hard, and I don’t think it’s safe to try and drive to Caldwell. I was gonna get a hotel somewhere in Boise but… you know…I was thinking about you recently, and well. It’s um. You know, I thought I’d ask. You can say no, I mean. I get it.”
“Oh,” Lukas says. There’s noise in the background. You think he’s walking around. It sounds like feet on a wooden floor. Then there’s a rustling noise. “Woah, it is coming down hard. A lot harder than it was earlier. Shit yeah, it’s not safe to be out on the highway in white-out conditions this late. Yeah, please come. I got some left overs from dinner if you’re hungry.”
You exhale. “That’d be amazing. I’m starving. Thank you Lukas, I really appreciate this.”
“Yea no problem. I’ll text you my address ok? Park next to me in the driveway.”
“Ok. Gotcha. See you soon.”
“You too. Bye.”
“Huh.” You dare to say that went well. A little nervous butterfly dances in your chest.
It takes you half an hour to make that short drive. Lukas greets you at the door wearing a bathrobe and sweatpants. The house smells like cinnamon and dinner and the warmth drew you in. You dust off the snow, drop your duffel bag, and a glass of decaf coffee with brandy is thrust into your hand.
Once you collapse into a chair, you never want to get up again. The brandy is like a heating coil in your veins. You have your eyes glued to Lukas in his bathrobe and his visible chest hair as he moves around the kitchen, reheating some food for you.
“Mnn hmm. I was in Chicago. Conference.” You hear yourself say. And some other things. God, is that what he looks like under his coat? Why couldn’t you have met him in the summer? Although, maybe he wouldn’t have that beard in the summer, and he looks good with it…it’s trimmed. But fluffy. You want to run your fingers through it…scratch it…
“Uhhh Ash?”
You blink. “Yeah?”
“You ok?”
“Yeah yeah. Just…worn out.” You stretch and groan. “This brandy is magical.”
Lukas chuckles. “Everyone says Coke and Jack is the best marriage, but brandy and coffee will always be top in my book.”
You raise your glass. “I concur this.”
Lukas gestures. “Come on, food’s ready. While you eat, I’ll prepare your room.”
You nod. You relocate. You eat. It’s delicious – better than the hotel food, conference room food, or airport food. Real rib sticking American cooking. Baked potatoes were grown locally too.
You must have let your guard down and looked particularly enamored, because when Lukas came back in the room you look up at him – and he considers you – and neither of you speak. He raises the corner of his mouth, leans against counter and gestures behind him. “The guest bedroom is made up but ah, if you want to sleep in mine…it’s an option.”
You set down the napkin. “I like that option.”
You are a bit surprised to find out hepreferred to bottom, but despite your exhaustion you take good care of Lukas. He earned it. Your mom taught you how to be a good guest after all and to thank your host for their consideration.
The next morning, you wake up to three feet of snow on the ground with more coming. You pee and go back to bed. You’re not going in to work anyway. Plus you have your duffel from the trip. No need to even go home. So…you don’t.
Horned up after their shower, being instructed to oil each-other sent them into a make-out frenzy. They began making out before the director gave the cue. They didn’t care about directors and lights and noises. They had been unlocked after being restrained for a week, and their ability to resist impulses was down to zero. There was cock, and ass, and a bed, and they were going to fuck. Eventually someone hit “record” and just let them have at it. Natural-style porn always sold well, so the directors just let the boys give in to their natural instincts to rut. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
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He was a stranger. A message went out on my local Discord gay chat for my city – “Emergency: Friend of mine is being abused by his boyfriend, needs placement”. I clicked. A group of friends were going to move Evan out while his boyfriend was at work. But Evan didn’t have a place to go. His family lived on the other side of the country and didn’t have a room for him. So I offered my spare room, if he was ok with a dog. Evan liked dogs.
So less than 24 hours later, Evan was moved in with all his boxes, suitcases, and trashbags. He never left. I told him he could leave at will. We looked at his budget and new places. But it just didn’t end up working out that way – I was enjoying his company at the dinner table, he liked having a hiking buddy and a dog watching the place at night. His therapist said a safe stable place was good for his healing. Eventually I started charging Evan rent. He paid. Even after he stopped dating around, and went from sleeping in his own room to sleeping in mine.
Two years later, I got a promotion which would send me to a new city. Evan made the decision to come with me in about thirty seconds. Now we don’t have to live with the fear of seeing his ex around the city and can begin to really live – as a couple. I will keep him safe for the rest of his life and cherish him with all the love I can.
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SOMEONE your friend invited to this party is putting his hands all over YOUR boy – including groping his ass. Not only that, but this someone is leaning on your boy’s hospitality and desire to be polite by entrapping him against a wall, making it hard to get away. It will not stand. Absolutely not. You descended the stairs to assert custody over YOUR boy and get that stranger’s pervy hands away from him. Lord help that stranger if he tries to get fresh with you, or he’ll be icing his face later. You won’t have time for long fights. You have to escort your boy off to a private space and reassert your claim over him – or other men at the party may get ideas and move in. As you get closer, your boy shoots you a desperate look for assistance. You puff out your chest. This will NOT stand. He is YOURS.
David looked at his boyfriend. “I think you’re going to have to move in with me.” Heath worked his lips once or twice until they made sounds. “H-have to?” He’d been waiting for David to ask him to move in since the first week he met him. Over a year later, he’d began to think David valued his space more than intimacy. “Well. Yeah. Look at our dogs. They’ve in love.” Heath looked at them. He’d gotten the golden retriever two weeks ago. The Irish setter was David’s long time buddy. “But you don’t want to move in together cause you’re not in love with me?” He asked softly. David made a grunting noise and rubbed the back of his neck. “Something something not good at expressing at my feelings, something something trying to do it through dog metaphors.” Heath watched his face turn red and he couldn’t help but smile. So that’s all it was. Good ol’ fashioned male stubbornness. “You love me?” Heath asked. “It’s hard for me say that word out loud.” “Why?” “Cause it’s scary. How can you say it so easily?” “Cause it’s how I feel. And it’s easy to talk about my happy emotions.” David put his hand on Heath’s arm. “You’re happy?” Heath nodded. David nuzzled him. “I’m happy too.” “You mean the dogs are happy,” Heath teased. “Yes that. Look how happy they are.” “So happy. So clearly moving in together is the best thing. For them, I mean.” “Oh yes,” David agreed. “For them. Absolutely. Also, I’ve also heard that a one bedroom is going to be available on the floor above me soon. View of the park. I think the dogs would like that more than the studio.” Heath looked pleased. “I think they’d like that a lot.” He snuggled up to David. “Oh what have we here…some part of you is also happy.” He turned red again. “I can’t control that.” “Mmn. Well it’s pretty prominent. Should be easy enough to find under the sheets…” “Are you— ah! Ohhhh Heath~”
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You took your houseboy on a summer trip to make sure he wasn’t getting burned out. Your houseboy was a quiet, territorial type and you weren’t sure how he’d react to being away from his home for so long, though. At first, he seemed sullen and unsure, gazing longingly at your home in the mirror as you pulled out of the driveway. Wi-fi cameras and motion detectors would help him keep peace of mind. Still, he was listless on the drive.
The first day or so he fussed over the rented cabin excessively, muttering to himself. He cleaned it top to bottom and stocked the shelves. You didn’t want him nesting down in there, and made a point to get him out in nature as much as possible. He protested mildly, but you gave him the task of packing picnics for your trips and soon the complaining stopped. The boy’s skin soon turned a lovely tan from being out doors, and his hair became streaked with highlights.
One of these days you had rented a boat and were now floating on the lake after a good bout of fishing. Your houseboy was perched on the edge, watching the sunset over the hills and trees. He glanced down at the sun’s wobbly reflection on the water. He bent over, like a swan, and ran his fingers through the reflection. The boy looked so utterly beautiful it took the breath out of your lungs.
He noticed you watching him and straightened up. “Sir?” “Yes lad?” “Can we come here every year?” You smile. “Absolutely. You want to come in the fall when the leaves change too?” His face brightened. “Can we?’ ”Yes.” Your boy hugged his knees together and a look of tired contentment came to his face. “I’d like that, Sir.” “Then it settled. Also, what do you think about cooking the fish outside over a fire tonight, instead of int he house?”
That made him gawk. “We can DO that?” I grinned and leaned back in my chair. “We can do whatever we want. We’re on vacation.”
My houseboy considered this answer. After a moment, he got up, walked over, and slid into my lap.
The two lads were so eager to show off their good posture and greet their Master well, that they’d been slowly inching forward every day – until David came home one evening and couldn’t get in the front door. He’d basically trained himself out of his own house!
