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“Are they ok? I don’t want underwear lines to show.”
I scoff at his ridiculous request. “More than ok. I could stare at your ass for
a full year and not get tired of it. You can wear whatever underwear you want,
and it’ll still look amazing.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re biased,” he insists.
“Honest,” I correct.
He chuffs through his nose. I can see Stephen hiding a smiling from his reflection in
the mirror. I’m sitting on the floor on his bathmat giving his dog scratches
behind its ears.
“Why do you even go to these parties?” I ask. “You seem to really hate them.”
“Truthfully, I do,” Stephen admits, picking up concealer and dabbing it onto
the bags under his eyes. “Everyone is so fake. It’s just a dick measuring
contest of wealth you know. It’s meaningless.”
“Then why do you go to them all? You said it’s just rich people being bored
right? There’s lots. You don’t have to go to them all.”
Stephen exhales. “Pressure from my parents back Shanghai. They sent me to Vancouver
to go to school here, and there’s this immense pressure to meet their
expectations you know. And I can’t go back. I can’t be gay in Shanghai, working
for my father’s company.”
I nod. “Oh yeah, you talked about that. That…sucks.”
“It does,” Stephen laments, “And I keep thinking there’s like, one thing I have
to do and – bam! Successful! And I can show them proof and they’ll leave me
alone, and I’ll get to stay. They think I’m going to come back and work at the company, but my
brother is already doing that. They don’t need me. I would rather I get hired
here somewhere and have an excuse to not go back.”
“Or you could start your own company,” I suggest.
“A sex toy company,” he grins.
I smack the back of his calf. “Naughty!
“Hey, even rich people have sex drives,” Stephen notes. “They just make you pay
to listen to them moan.”
I laugh. “Such a cynic. Say, Stephen?”
“Hm?” he asks.
“Do you really feel that you have no control over your life, and that you have
to drop everything hoping someone else will control it for you?
“That’s not true,” he retorts. “I can do whatever I want with my life. I’m
spoil a rich kid remember?”
“But that’s not true,” I insist. I gently remove myself from underneath his
sleeping dog and stand up. “You can do whatever you want, but you don’t. You
let your parents control you from afar, and now that you’re grown up, you want
someone else to guide you to your future.”
“I do not!” he says, eyes narrowing. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side.”
I shrug. “I suppose so… but let me lay out an offer for
you.”
“Hm?”
“What if you let me take control?” He was half faced me, and I spun him around
to face the sink, and pinned his hands to the porcelain.
“Dion, what are you doing?” Stephen asks, almost amused.
I press myself up against the back of him. “What if you let me control you…for
a period. Made decisions for you. Would you trust me to make you happy?”
Stephen doesn’t answer, “It’s…very distracting because I can feel your cock
against me.”
I kiss the back of his neck and smile at the goosebumps that break out. “Ah!”
he remarks.
“You didn’t answer me. If you want control so much, why not let me control you?
Make you obey me…or be punished…” I slide my hands up his arms and pull his
wrists back his back.
“Dion!” Stephen says, his voice wavering a bit
“I’d take your wallet away, make you ask me before you
spent it. Told you what to say to your parents. Told you to tell your parents
to back off. That you want to stay in Vancouver…” I breath warm air in his ear.
“Because you won’t go anywhere if there’s not a man waiting to fuck you there.”
Stephen groans. “Di-dion, you’re giving me a hard-on and I ha-have to go to
this party-“
“You don’t have to,” I purr, gathering his wrists in one hand, and using other
to squeeze his ass. Dion whimpers.
“Ye –yes I do, what if someone-“
“Is there and wants to hire you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well even if they are there, there’s no guarantee that you’ll get a job or you’ll
like the job. Or it’ll even be in your field. I think if you don’t go to the
party, nothing will change. Just like the last fifteen or so you went to,
Stephen. Tonight, you are going to stay in, and I am going to tie you up…and I’m
going to fuck you. And in the morning, we are going to re-evaluate. But
tomorrow morning, you belong to me. And I approve all of your decisions.
Understand, boy?” I squeeze his ass hard.
Stephen gulps. “Ye-yes sir.”
I reach around to the front and find his cock rigid in
his underwear. I stroke it lazily and Stephen hisses. “Dion!”
“What a horny boy. And so suppressed too.” I press my thumb up against the head
of his cock and a wet spot forms on the underwear. Stephen exhales a raged sigh
and pushes his butt against me.
“God you are so good with your fingers,” he complains.
“Your body is starved for sex, Stephen,” I say, “You need a man in your life….”
I place both hands on his hips and pull his waist against my crotch. “What
would your parents think of you with a middle class white man like me? Would
they think I’m below you?” I rub against him and he whimpers.
“Would they think you’ve …lost control? That I’m manipulating you?”
“N-no-“
“Or would you rather that they think that, then think all you want is to be a
bottom bitch and let a man run your life with a firm hand and a leather crop?”
Stephen squirms against me. “I can’t have that.”
“Why not?”
“Too much pressure to succeed.”
“Well,” I say, pushing down his underwear. “If you succeed at being a good
bottom bitch… I say job well done eh?”
Stephen doesn’t have much to say to that. I push his
ankles to his feet and began to frot against him. Stephen, who does not have
much sexual experience and thus has trouble controlling himself, moans without
any restraint until his noises wake up the dog. She leaves the room.
I undo my pants and let them fall. I quickly pull out my
neglected cock and pressed it back between Stephen’s incredibly toned cheeks.
Guess that’s what you get when you pay for a private trainer. I press a hicky
to his shoulder as we rock back and forth.
“Don’t stop,” Stephen whimpers.
“Where’s the lube, boy?”
“Be-bedroom Sir!”
I can feel my heart hammer when he calls me that. I step back from his ass,
which is now marked with my pre-cum, and give him a swat. Stephen yelps. “Get
on the bed and put your ass in the air for me I demand.”
“Yes sir!”
I watch Stephen scurry into the over-sized room and crawl
onto the bed, beautiful ass in the air. I lick my lips hungry. “You would
greatly benefit from getting fucked regularly, “ I tell him.
“Fuck me,” he pleads.
I walk up to him and smack him on the ass again.
Stephen’s voice is needier. “Fuck me please!”
“Guess you’re not going to the party then? Or maybe…I should send you, smelling
of me, and sex, without underwear, and a hicky on your neck?”
Stephen moans louder and begins to stroke himself. “Control me,” he begs.
“Hands off!” I bark.
He puts his hands on the mattress, frozen in place.
“Good boy,” I coo. I walk around to the nightstand drawer and pull out the
lube. “Now the real party is about to get started…”
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Really? Yugioh? Have some class. Play magic instead.
“Hey there boy,” I said, sitting next to him. “Whatcha doing?”
“Looking at my Yugioh cards…they’re getting kind of beat up from playing with my friends.”
“Well you had a lot of fun with them right?”
Gregory nods. “I had a lot. But I feel like it’s getting repetitive. A lot of my friends say I’m too old for this, or that it’s babyish. Maybe I’m just growing out of them…”
I rub the back of his thigh with my hand. “Does that make you sad?”
Gregory nods again. “It is. I had a lot of fun. I love card games. I just wish there was a way to like…expand it.”
“Hm,” I say with a smile. “I think I have an idea.”
“You do?”
“Wait here,” I say with a grunt as I stand up.
I walk to my guest room and take a box down from the closet. I come back into the bedroom to see a curious pair of doe brown eyes staring at me. “What’s in the box, Daddy?”
I smile. He’s just too cute. I had a crush on him instantly when I met him at a friend’s birthday party, but I was sort of hesitant to get close to him because of his outgoing personality. I found his fascination for childish things off-putting. But I couldn’t stay away from such a cute – and sexually needy boy.
Turns out he had a rather abusive childhood, and when he was content now, he sort of regressed to a part of his life that he never got to have. Honestly, once I realized it was harmless, I had never had so much fun in a relationship. We played all the time, went on all these adventures, and his boundless joy taught me how to see the world differently. It was a journey learning how to balance that part of Gregory with the adult part of him that was constantly horny and liked to show off his butt. I didn’t mind the last part one bit. Being his Daddy meant letting him grow-up as he was ready.
“Late Christmas present, I suppose.” I sat down next to him. I opened the box and handed him a giant stack of cards.
Gregory gasped. “Woah, what are these?”
“Magic the Gathering. I used to play all the time in college, but my group broke up and I didn’t have the time.”
“Wow! This is like a serious grown up card game,” Gregory murmurs, inspecting them. “Wow, the art is fantastic!”
“It is. It’s a very serious card game. And you can expand it as much as you possibly want. Want to know how to play?”
“Yes yes!” he exclaims.
I took the rubber band off the cards and began explaining it to him. Did I mention that I’ve never had so much fun in a relationship before? I loved being Gregory’s Daddy.
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I helped decorate….. it looks better this way and it’s easier to chew when it’s it on the ground 😜
You are such a bad puppy, but you are too cute to punish.
We’d been getting more into role playing lately. In particular, Ace had repeatedly asked to do a forced sex/stranger scene – where I’d “break into” our condo, masked and in black, tackle him, “bind him” with duct tape, and fuck him on the staircase he had tried to retreat up as I chased him.
And though it was a little too much Drew Barrymore-in-the-opening-of-Scream scene for me, I didn’t tell him that. Because knowing it would turn Ace on like nothing else was worth it.
But when I finally went through with it, and entered the jock ass of my squirming, “reluctant” boyfriend on the stairs, the rush of adrenaline I felt was better than poppers. It was the best.
Until two minutes later when there was a thud and a shout at the front door – someone had called the local police about a burglary and they were about to break the door down.
They probably didn’t imagine they’d find two flush, sweaty naked gay men in the front foyer. And while Ace was a bit mortified at being caught for a few days after, I got over it more quickly – mostly because I knew we’d win for the best “caught having sex” story the next time the question came up.
Officer Gregory Hines sighed as he got back into the cop car. “That was a fantastic waste of resources.”
“Well, I’m just glad it turned out to be nothing. That means fewer paperwork,” Officer John Vargas noted, closing the passenger side door.
“You’re not wrong about that.”
John looked at Officer Hines. “Don’t they kind of remind you of us in our early days?”
Gregory snorted. “We never got arrested having sex.”
“Yeah but we sure did some weird kinky shit in the middle of the afternoon that resulted in us fucking on the floor.”
Gregory smirked. “You were a very horny, needy young man. I’m kind of glad you slowed down with age because there’s no way my knees can keep up with you now.”
Officer Vargas laughed. “Those two guys were hot though. I wasn’t sure if I should have given them a lecture or invited them to an orgy…”
“God, John, you haven’t lost your perverted streak at all.”
John snorted. “Not a bit.”
“You know,” Gregory said as he started the car. “There’s a Silver Celebration night at the Come and Go bar next week. I wasn’t sure if you were uh, up to it, but I feel like now I have to invite you.”
“All silver foxes?” John asked.
“Yeah. Lots of bear dick, and lots of cubs who want Daddys.”
“Fuck yeah. How dare you not invite me. I’m in.”
Gregory grinned. “Excellent. Come in uniform.”
John snorted. “I’m sure the City would love that.”
Unit 4 – are you available for a car accident on Motor Ave and Kingston?
Officer Hines picked up the receiver. “Unit 4 responding. Ok, John, behave yourself now, we have work to do.”
“I wish I could work with a buttplug in,” John sighed.
Officer Hines nearly ran a stop sign.
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2016.
“How is it possible?”
“What Sir?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
“Every since I put that collar on you, your body language has been completely different.”
“Different…?”
“More aloof, cocky. You’re walking like you got a big dick.”
He laughs, nearly bending over. “Sir you’re hilarious!”
“I’m serious! It’s seems to have given you a big boost of confidence.”
“Well, why shouldn’t it?” he retorts. “It’s beautiful, I look beautiful. People stare enviously at a boy with leather around his neck. It signifies everything mysterious and dangerous they could never have in their lives.They want to be me, and fuck me.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “When did you get so full of yourself?”
“I am not full of myself!” he huffs.
“You are, and I love it. My little egoist walks down the grocery store aisles like he’s modeling in Milan.”
“I do not!”
“You wore heels to the grocery store last week don’t lie!”
“Ok, maybe I did. But they looked fabulous with my outfit.”
“Ok, you’re right about that…”
“And my collar looks great with any outfit. Heels make the legs bulge, lift the ass, push out the chest. Why can’t a collar change how I carry myself?”
I smile. His logic is flawless, and very gay. “God, I love you,” I reply, cupping his cheeks and kissing him, right there on the sidewalk for everyone to see.
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Learning some new tricks today
Howard looked down. That was odd. Normally when he was fixing lunch, his pup was at his feet begging. Curious, Howard dried his hands on a towel and went looking for his boy. Was he napping after Christmas excitement?
Howard found him in the living room and had to smother a laugh. His pup was sitting in a chair, and very seriously reading his new book. It was comical to see a pup take such a formal, human pose. How nice that he liked his present so much though!
His pup looked up at him.
“Learning some things?”
“Ruff.”
“Good boy,” Howard said with a smile. He’d fill the boy’s bowl and let him get lunch when he reached a break in the chapters. He didn’t want to get in the way of his boy learning some new tricks.
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Captions are fictional. This photo is actually a week or so old, not taken on Christmas. <3 @puppixel though. Super adorbs.
It didn’t feel like Christmas for Elliot. Or rather, Elliot didn’t feel like celebrating Christmas.
Elliot’s
boyfriend was still deployed. It was cold and sleeting, and it didn’t snow either.
Elliot
sat off to the side and sulked. Despite being surrounded by family, and one large dog,
Elliot
felt more alone than ever. The separation was a lot harder than he thought. So was not getting laid and having to use your toys to get off.
Elliot
mom’s tried to cheer him up by telling him he had a Christmas present coming on a late delivery Saturday night, but as it got later,
Elliot
was informed that because of the sleet, it was delayed. It would get there probably on Monday.
Figures. One bad thing after another, Elliot thought.
Elliot was confused Sunday morning when his mother called him from downstairs. “El honey are you awake? The postal service made a special delivery. Your present is here, come downstairs.”
Sunday? The post office doesn’t deliver anything on Sunday. Still, Elliot was in no rush. He wanted to go back to bed and sleep the whole day away.
“Coming mom,” he said.
Apparently he took too much time because his dad got impatient. “Come on, we’re waiting here.”
“Jesus what the heck is everyone on about?” El complained, stomping down the stairs. At six foot one, he couldn’t go much of anywhere without making noise. “I’m coming, I’m coming…” He crossed the kitchen, wondering why his sister was giggling her ass off, and then El looked into the living room.
He was so startled that he took a step back and gasped. “Wha – what? Jesse…?”
Jesse couldn’t keep his straight face and broke into a huge smile. “Merry Christmas, baby. I’m home.”
“Jesse!” El shouted, running across the room to leap into Jesse’s arms. Jesse caught him, and the dog began to bark from all the excitement.
“Oh my god it’s really you,” El said in a tiny voice out of his tight throat. He buried his nose in Jesse’s neck. Tears poured down his cheeks. “It’s really you.”
“Yes, I’m here, I’m here. Christ, I missed you,” Jesse whispered in his ear, somehow able to hold up Elliot who had wrapped his legs around his waist like a koala. “Shh there there. Ah shit, you’re making me cry…”
El refused to let go until Jesse kissed him hard,
There was a gentle round of applause, and a barrage of “awwws”. El’s dad filmed the whole thing.
Elliot he slid down and dropped his legs to standing position, but he didn’t want to unhook his arms from around Jesse in case he was a hallucination. Goddamn, he looked hot in that uniform! “Are you really here?” he whispered.
“Yes, I am. I’m sorry I lied to you about not getting the holidays off, but I wanted to surprise you. Supposed to come in yesterday but the flight got delayed.”
“You were here last night??” Elliot cried.
My sister laughed. “He sounds so mad. Yeah, he slept at my apartment.”
“What?? You guys!” Elliot was too happy to be mad at them though. “Thank you all so much for doing this for me.” Elliot began crying again.
That got more “aaawww”s. Someone gave El a tissue. He couldn’t stop smiling, and his cheeks hurt.
“Jesse’s home,” Elliot said.
Jesse smiled and held him. “Merry Christmas.”
“You know, besides that time I got a Gameboy for Christmas, this is the best Christmas ever,” Elliot remarked.
His dad laughed. “You know I think Elliot got this same gift when he was a kid, he just likes his military action playsets life size now.”
That got a big laugh and even Jesse blushed.
El’s Dad beamed. “Ok, who wants some of my famous waffles for breakfast?”
“We do!”
Elliot found himself ravenous and feeling giddy and smiley. Now it felt like Christmas morning.
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Christmas time for puppies 🙂
What beautiful time of year.
No peeing on the puppy-mas tree. Only smell.
Hahaha
“What do you mean I can’t mark these presents? They have my name on them.” My pup asks, his voice muffled from the mask.
“That means they’re already marked. No peeing. Smells only. Be a good boy.”
“Arfffff.” He says with a sigh.
”Did you put out cookies for Santa?”
“Arf.”
“Cause these look like dog biscuits.”
“Santa might be a pup too.”
I chuckle. "I don’t see why not. Ok pup, up to bed with you.” He’s been sleeping with me these last few nights because it’s been so cold in the house.
My pup looks at me, then drags his pup bed over to the tree by his teeth. “Awww,” I coo. “You want to sleep here and wait for Santa?”
My boy nods. “ARF!”
“Aw look at your tail go. Ok, you can sleep here, but I’ll have to bring the down blanket down here so you don’t get cold.”
“Woof!”
“But no peeking in the presents ok? Or you’ll get spanked.”
The pup nodded eagerly.
“Alright then. I’ll fill your water bowl down here then.”
The next morning, I woke up with my pup sitting on me with one of his presents to me in his mouth. Could there be a cuter Christmas morning? I was convinced not.
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Margaret pursed her lips. She was embarrassed by her son’s obnoxious behavior. She pulled aside her brother, Ralph. Uncle Ralph had always been closer to Victor than Victor’s own father, who dipped in and out of their lives.
“Ralph, please do something about Victor. He’s spoiling Christmas Eve with his nasty attitude, his vulgar words, and he’s teasing the small children by ripping their presents. He’s not cleaning up after himself and put loud rap music on the stereo and refused to turn it off. Please do something. Ever since he moved out, he’s been so hard to control…”
Ralph polished his glasses on his shirt. This didn’t surprise him. With an absent father and a push over mother, Victor had been a hellion in his school days. The sound of breaking glass got his attention. Victor was using a laser pointer to get the cat to break ornaments on the tree.
“That’s it,” Ralph said, putting his glasses back on. He marched over to Victor.
“What are you gonna do to me old man?” Victor sneered.
“What your Daddy should have done to you every day.” Ralph grabbed him by the ear and lead him to the basement steps.
“Ow! Ow hey! Stop you fucker! CUT IT OUT Let me go! What are you doing??”
Ralph ignored him. He took his nephew downstairs, bent him over his lap, and spanked him until his hand throbbed. He spanked Victor until the boy was in tears and begging for mercy.
“You listen to me. You be nice to your mother. You behave yourself on Christmas Eve. You learn some respect, and you clean up after yourself you hear me? I hear you’ve been screwing up on paying rent. Can’t hold a job I bet? You fuck up, you are going to move in with me, and I am going to spank you like every. single. day. Until you straighten up. You understand?”
Victor sniffled in his lap, “Yeah yeah I got it.”
Ralph gave another swat. Victor yelped. “No, not yeah. Yes. Yes sir.”
“Yes sir,” Victor said meekly.
“Good boy. Good boy,” Ralph said in a warm tone. Now, pull your pants up. Wash your face, and think about what you’ve done. When you are ready to be part of the family, you can come back upstairs. Am I clear?”
“Yes sir,” Victor said in an even smaller voice.
“Good boy.”
Ralph left Victor to stew in the basement. He went upstairs, and saw his worried sister’s face. “I took care of it, Margie,” Ralph said. She looked relieved. “Do you have ice for my hand?” She was relieved. That meant he had been thorough. Christmas Eve went much, much better after that, although Victor made himself scarce until just before the party ended up, when he came upstairs to apologize to his mom after most people had left.
Ralph was proud, but knew it would take more spankings to straighten the boy out.
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