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Lawrence waved his hand. “Have them turn forward now.”
The handler pressed a button that made a noise in the room with one way glass and they turn. Lawrence sipped his wine. “This is too difficult, they’re all beautiful. May I have all three?”
“All three?” the handler repeated. He couldn’t fathom spending that much in one night.
“Yes. Think of the fun. I do like them losing control and enjoying each other. You don’t let them masturbate right?”
“No.”
“Delightful, they will be eager. Yes, send all three. It’s a holiday tomorrow, might as well be up all night.”
“Might as well. Yes sir, I’ll send all three up to your room.”
“Delightful, thank you. I’ll be up once I finish this glass.” Lawrence checked his phone. There was a message from his husband, Theo: Which one did you pick?
Lawrence texted back: I splurged and went with all three.
All three??? Theo’s message was accompanied with laughing emojis. Why on earth? How are you going to manage?
Lawrence sipped and wrote back: Oh I’ll manage. And I needed three. That’s how many it takes to replace one of you in the bedroom.
Theo texted back a serious of crying emojis. You’re so sweet. I love you, and hate I had to go on a work trip.
Lawrence scoffed. I love you, but don’t lie, you also love China, I know you’re having a great time despite your meetings.
The food and tea have indeed been amazing, but my bed is half empty and I still miss you.
Lawrence smiled. My bed is also half empty. Miss you and love you too.
Theo wrote back: Love you. Now go enjoy those boys and text me all the exploits. I even want to know if they’re circumcised.
Lawrence chuckled.Yes dear. Lawrence inserted a heart into the message and sent it.

Lawrence exhaled. He finished his wine and set down the glass. Now that he was loosened up, it was time to get busy. And thank god for being busy! Lawrence was desperate for some way to pass the time until Theo came home to him.

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When you’ve stolen daddy’s sandals (again, despite being told not to), you really should be running when he comes across the yard like this holding the hose. But you can’t move – you’re just in awe of what a gorgeous hunk of muscle daddy is. It says “MEAT” on his shorts! There isn’t a more accurate label in the world. And that stern gaze is pinning you to the spot. So you just stare up at him like a guilty puppy and prepare to take whatever punishment daddy is going to give you. Cause like…if he punishes you, that’s just for taking the sandals. It doesn’t mean you have to give them back right away. Right? You hope that’s true, cause you’ve lost one in the creek behind the property somewhere.

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Your boyfriend was having a nap on the couch. He wasn’t a fan of wearing clothes around the house, and you were happy to agree to his request for personal comfort. Who doesn’t want to see their boyfriend’s dick like every waking moment? It surprised you that you were much more captivated by his ass. You can’t help but approach your boyfriend as he naps, and caress the warm curve of his buttcheek with your palm. You’re careful not to wake him up. You exhale as the warmth of his skin heats your palm. You’re utterly in love, captivated by his beauty and perfection. You watch him sleep a moment longer and force yourself to move on and stop being a bit creepy.

As you walk away, you find yourself craving one of the fresh peaches in the bowl in the kitchen. You select a ripe one, fuzzy and unblemished, ready for eating. As you cut it up, your mind begins to form a scene about dripping peach juice on his ass and licking it off the back of his balls. You nearly slice your finger in the process and chide yourself for fantasizing. God, it’s unfair how your boyfriend has this effect on you from doing literally nothing.

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Hughes held onto Aiden’s collar firm, making eye contact the whole time he was pounding his body. He pushed up on his toes and with a grunt, filled Aiden with three days of seed. He remained there for longer than Aiden was expecting, pumping out an endless amount of cum. “Nnng! Fuck, that feels good!” With a sigh of contentment, he pulled out and stripped off the condom. He tied it off. “Hate we have to wear these. Would love to put my load up in you. You’re a good fuck.” He threw it in the trash.
“Thank you, Sir,” Aiden said.
“If I see your Master around, I’ll let him know what a good lay you are.” Hughes gave Aiden’s flank two pats of appreciation and then left.

As he exited, someone else Aiden didn’t know that well caught the door and came in.
“God, thought he would never finish,” the new man grumbled. He unzipped his leather pants, rolled on a condom, grabbed the lube, and pushed up Aiden’s thighs. Aiden sucked in air through his teeth as he was penetrated – this man had a wide mushroom head and it stretched him until it popped in.
“That’s a good boy,” the man murmured as he sank into Aiden. He didn’t take long – he jack rabbited it for an intense minute and suddenly exploded into the condom.
Aiden could feel the heat of it and he gasped. “Woah.”
“Yeah, I told you I needed that,” the man sneered. He pulled out slowly and Aiden hissed when that thick head slid out of his hole again.
He didn’t leave the room right away. Instead, he cupped and fondled Aiden’s balls. Aiden whimpered; they were so sensitive and full. Sensing his squirming, the man switched to handling and inspecting his chastity cage. “Fuck, this so hot. Someone is lucky they got to collar and lock you first.”
“I am lucky Sir,” Aiden said in a breathless voice. “Thank you for using my hole Sir.”
“I can tell you like it. Look at you leaking now. Hot. I’ll be back for sure.” He threw the condom in the trash and left.

To Aiden’s surprise, another hand caught the door when the man left.
“Oh hi Master,” Aiden said as a familiar form came into the room.
Master Newman was eating fries out of a fast food bag. “Hello boy. You know, someone stopped me in the hallway right now to give your praises.”
“Oh they did Sir?” Aiden asked. He was looking at his Master from between his spread knees.
“They did. Very nice to hear that. You earned yourself this bison burger that’s for sure. Sit up and go wash your hands. After you eat, I’ll clean you up and inspect you.”
Aiden groaned as he sat up. “Thank you Sir, I am really hungry.”
“How many did you take?” Master Newman peered into the trashcan. “Oh quite a few.” Master cupped the back of Aiden’s head and gave him a salty kiss. “Good boy. Go wash up.”
Aiden smiled. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir. Will I get your load later Sir? It’s so frustrating feeling the heat of cum without feeling the wetness of it…”
“You will. Need to milk you a bit and edge you, and you’ll get my cock at the end of it.”
“Will I get to cum?”
“Nope,” Master Newman smirked.
Aiden groaned. “Fuck Sir, to be honest, I want your cock more than I want this burger or to have an orgasm Actually, I think I could cum just from you fucking me.”
Master Newman raised an eyebrow. He looked pleased. “Good. You should always want your Master’s cock. But before you get it, you need nutrition first. I won’t have you passing out on me when I have you strung up on the ceiling. Go. Wash.”
It was hard to argue with that. “Yes Sir.” Aiden’s stomach grumbled in agreement.

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During the pool party, James found himself with a rather uncomfortable erection. Just being around a lot of hot guys in tight wet shorts made him horny as hell. So James requested the services of the host’s boy and was soon escorted to the guest room.
Davey was pleased that a man needed him this early in the day. He helped James off with his shorts – and gasped. “Goodness, how were you hiding this in your shorts? I couldn’t tell at all!”
James chuckled. “I’m a grower, what can I say.”
“That you are,” Davey murmured. “Must be so uncomfortable.” He kneeled between James’ knees. “I’ll take good care of this for you.” He wrapped his hands around the elongated shaft. “Oh it’s so hard,” he murmured in awe.

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Luke texted Amir the next day after hooking up again: “Strange question. Piggy is missing. You wouldn’t have anything to do with that would you?
Amir texted Luke a photo back: “Me?”
Luke called Amir. “You stole Piggy??”
Amir dissolved into giggles “If you want her back, come over here and fuck me.”
“You thief! How did you even get her out of my house?”
“You were in the bathroom, and I snuck it out when I put my duffel in the car.”
“You sneaky naughty bottom.”
“It was her idea.”
Luke snorted. “I am coming over there right now. And I am putting you over my knee.”
Amir groaned. “Oh yes punish me. Tell me I’m a bad boy.”
Luke paused. “I didn’t realize you were into getting spanked.”
“You never asked.”
“Fuck. I’m packing an overnight bag. Be there in a bit.”
“Piggy and I will see you soon~~” Amir hung up.

Luke showed up forty five minutes later to find Amir in his underwear, waiting for him. He insisted on seeing Piggy first. When he picked up his favorite stuffed animal, he immediately noticed something was different. “Wait. She’s fluffier. What did you do to her? Wait, the hole in her neck is gone too. Is this my Piggy?”
Amir smiled. “It is. My mom is great at sewing. We undid more stitches, took the old stuffing out, washed Piggy and dried her in the sun. Then we restuffed her, and fixed the hole. We saved the stuffing if you want it for some reason, but it was really old and smelled awful.”
Luke was floored. He turned Piggy over in his hands and then squished her in a hug. “I can’t believe it. Why – but why would you do this for me?”
“Your birthday is this weekend right?”
“Yeah it is.”
“Ok, good, I was right. It’s an early birthday gift. Last month, you made a comment about how you were sure you were going to have to put Piggy on a shelf because she was falling apart. You seemed really sad. I know your mom gave her to you and it means a lot. So I came up with an idea to get Piggy a spa day for your birthday. Just…hoped you wouldn’t kill me for it.”
“No, I love it. I’m really really touched actually.” Luke crushed Amir in a hug with Piggy between them. He sniffled. “Thank you, this is a really nice birthday gift. I was really sad Piggy was falling apart. I know it’s silly to still sleep with a stuffed animal at my age but-”
Amir cupped Luke’s chin in his hand. “You’re never too old. Especially since you lost your mom at such a young age. She would be happy you loved it so much.”
Luke smiled and wiped a tear from his eye. “I hope so. I miss her. When she gave this to me before her trip, I never imagined she’d never come home.” Luke sighed. He looked at Piggy for a moment and drifted into a memory. Amir was patient. After a short period, Luke shook his head a little, coming back into the moment. He held up Piggy until she was eye level. “Man, she’s so fat now. She was basically flat before. Lookit how squishy she is. Squishy squishy squishy.”

Amir giggled. “Am I getting pushed out of the bed now because you have a new fat girlfriend?”
Luke swatted him on the arm. He put Piggy on the nightstand. “No, you’re the one I want in this bed. But she’s gonna watch.”
Amir laughed. “Nooo that’s so fucked up.” He turned the stuffie so it faced the wall.
“So now I have to look at her ass when I’m fucking you?”
Amir laughed harder. “Maybe I should put her back in my duffel bag.”
“Nooooo. No more kidnapping her. I’ll put her in the kitchen. Away from this den of sin.”
“Den of sin?? Are you serious.” Amir followed Luke into the kitchen; Luke perched her on the kitchen table.
“Oh I’m serious,” Luke said. “And speaking of sin, I hope you cleaned yourself before I got here, cause I don’t want to waste any time. I want to do enough things to you that you’re not getting any sleep tonight.”
Amir’s eyes went wide. “I didn’t know you had such a dominant side of you.”
Luke smirked. “You never asked.”
“I’m starting to think we’ve wasted our time together in bed just fucking when we could be doing more things…”
“Like spankings?”
“Are you still spanking me after all this?”
“You bet. But then I am rewarding you for this very kind gift.”
Amir ran his palm down Luke’s arm and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Promise?”
“Promise.” Luke hooked his finger into Amir’s underwear and dragged him back into the bedroom.

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“I am so rusty, I just can’t get this swing right,” Reginald muttered.
“It’s in your hips, Sir.”
Reginald and Arnold turn around.
“Your houseboy seems to think he’s a better golfer than you,” Arnold said, looking amused.
Reginald folded his arms. “My hips?”
“Yes Sir. I know your hips well,” Will said. He was trying not to smile.
Arnold snickered.
“I imagine you do,” Reginald said dryly. He handed the golf club to Will “Fine. Show me what I’m doing wrong.”
“Thank you Sir.” Will stepped up to the square of green. He got into position, squared his feet, swung, and sent the ball flying in a long straight drive across the lawn.
Arnold let out a low whistle.
Reginald looked stunned. “How did you learn to swing like that?”
“Used to work at a golf course,” Will beamed, pleased to have impressed Reginald. “It’s all in the hips. You see how my hips move whole body?” He demonstrated slower. “When you turn Sir, your hips stop, but you’re still twisting your whole upper body. You need to move your whole body and let your hips turn your shoulders.”
“Huh. That makes that much of a difference?” Reginald asked.
“Yes Sir. Stand here please.” Will gestured.
Reginald got into place. Will handed him the club and put his hands on Reginald’s hips. He guided him through the swing. “Move the hips…there you go. Try it now.” Will stood back.

Reginald took another swing. The ball went flying, a bit to the left, but it was much further.
Arnold gave another low whistle. “Damn look at that ball go!”
Reginald stared at where the ball vanished into the distance. “God damn. I got schooled by my houseboy. I guess dad was right – he says people underestimates houseboys.”
Will grinned. “Happy to serve your family Sir in all ways.”
Reginald pointed. “You’re getting rewarded for this when you get home.”
Will beamed.

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That cheeky fucker. He is loving getting away with his double life. He just went to church with his Mormon family and they’re about to sit down for a meal together. But he’s snuck off to take slutty selfies in the bathroom and send them to me, the 45 year old man who has been banging that tight ass three days a week for the last month. I glance at the photo again. Is he wearing the pink underwear I bought for him? Oh he is. What a tease!

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From Brian’s perspective, a fuck is a wasted opportunity if you’re not using your  body to remind these fags where their place is. Step one, put them in a submissive position. Step two, pound them hard. Step three, leave them wet and full of your seed. The sense of contentment they will feel all day will keep them coming back.

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I wake up just before dawn with a start. This sometimes happens when he’s not in bed with me. I glance over at Joel’s empty spot in bed, note the laptop there, and gaze around the room. I slide out of bed, put a hoodie on, and walk out the door to the wrap-around balcony of the beach house we rented. Joel is leaning against the railing, peering blankly at where the water meets the sand.

“Joel?” I say softly.
He looks up at me. “She’s gone,” Joel whispers. His shoulders sag and he bursts into tears. I blink, stunned, still half asleep. I pad over and put my arm around him. He turns toward me and melts against my hoodie; I wrap him in a big hug as his tears soak the fabric.
I don’t say anything, I just hold him. His mother had been on hospice with liver failure after years and years of drinking. Joel had been waiting for his mother to get sober – and stay sober – since he was 5. He had taken it personally, that she just couldn’t get sober for him. He’d been in therapy for a while. But when she got the diagnosis, Joel knew she’d only be sober once she ended up in the hospital. It’s not the victory he wants.

We had scheduled this vacation months ago, and we knew the risk she would pass away during this time – but Joel said he wanted to go on the trip. He was tired of adjusting his whole life for someone who put alcohol first. He knew he wouldn’t get the redemption he needed at her hospital bed.

“What happened?” I ask after he calms down. I assume his half-brother Sam had e-mailed him. Sam isn’t a fan of long texts.
“Sam said she crashed, and they took her into the hospital, but she passed away.” Joel hiccups. “She died,” he adds, seemingly to himself.

I expect him to start crying again, but he doesn’t. “Do you want to go home?” I ask.
“No,” Joel says in a firm tone. “Sam is handling things. The funeral will be when we get back. We’ll gain nothing by leaving early. And I like it here.”
The sun breaches the horizon and begins to push away the deep violet sky.
“My first day without her,” Joel murmurs. “It’s over. It’s actually over. She’s gone.”
“It is. Do you want some time by yourself? or to come back to bed?”
Joel shakes his head. “I think I want to go for a walk on the beach.”

“Ok. Let me go put on some shorts. Come back inside and drink some water.”
Joel nods and follows me in like a puppy.

We have a drink, change, and go for a walk. We hold hands but don’t talk much. Joel needs time to process this. But somehow we both abate at this moment when the sun breaks through the morning marine layer, creating this backlit glow to these pink and grey clouds that is simply ethereal. The entire ocean glistens like molten glass.

“Wow,” I murmur. When I look back at Joel, he’s kneeling in front of me. Joel kneels asks me to marry him. I say yes, and the scenery blurs together.

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