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I could have let him walk around out of chastity, just loose in his underwear, but it’s problematic when his sex drive is allowed to run free. His urges have no predictable schedule and he can’t seem to wish them into existence, they seem to come and go at random. I can’t coax him into fooling around, the engine just won’t start. He isn’t able to get into the mood on his own terms and he hates it. I can see it in his eyes when he comes for me, that sort of wistful sheepishness when he wants my cock but he’s worried he’s bothering me. Half the time we fool around, it’s mechanical rather than tempestuous emotions. I wanted sparks.

So I put him into a chastity cage, and now he’s horny all the time. It’s like having a computer that has trouble booting up so you just leave it on all the time. Sometimes the machine hibernates and sometimes it runs hot. Now I can come to him as well as he can come to me. And when he comes to me, it’s because he thinks I’ll be up for sex too, not just because he’s horny randomly and we should take care of it that moment.

It’s a bit difficult to explain to people why we practice this kink, and they likely wouldn’t even understand. The results have been wonderful though. I get my hands on his cute butt a million more times now because of that little bit of metal. I love feeling it press into my crotch when he’s on top of me.

Plus, the guilt is gone when I want to say “no” to his offer of sex – cause I’m busy or have to go, for example. Now, when I say “no” it only adds to our foreplay because often he’s usually heavy and full and I’m just delaying the relief he needs. Also, I’ve started noticing that he’s asking more, but often asking in situations where he’s sure I’ll say “no”. And often, he smiles. That little rascal, I think he gets off on it.

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Text is fictional. Source unknown but I’m almost sure it’s from a porno.

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by ccallenreese

Having a deaf boyfriend can be frustrating sometimes. I was attracted to him when I saw him reading in the park, but it was difficult to get his attention without verbal cues. I had to ask him out using a pen and paper. There are small adjustments too – like you forget he can’t read lips if he’s behind you. You can’t yell “watch out” or anything either, and you can’t call, only text. When things began to get serious, I had to buckle down and learn sign language since it’s hard for him to talk clearly. I am terrible at memorizing things, so it was a frustrating painstaking process.

Yet, having a deaf boyfriend has some amazing upsides. I’ve worked harder at this relationship than any before, and we are so close. I can play music at any volume or bang around the kitchen without waking him. Plus, he is amazing with his hands and a great kisser. Did I mention I love how goddamn loud he is in bed? He’s a screamer, that one. The best benefit came with learning this new language though. We could be standing anywhere in public, like in a metro stop or in the grocery store, and he will give me a sly smile and sign the dirtiest things, like he wants my cock in his ass. It always makes me crazy horny, and he is not against fucking in public.

Right now, I am working on learning how to sign this speech I wrote and the gestures for, “Will you marry me?”. Judging by the hints he’s been dropping lately, I know he’s gonna say “yes”.

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Text is fictional. At Stagecoach, so I will add source later.

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by ccallenreese

When my Sir – I call him Sir because I respect him – comes home from working hard all day, I feel it is my obligation to guide him to back to sanity. He works in the emergency room of our county hospital, dealing with things I can’t even begin to imagine. Home is his sanctuary, so it’s inconsiderate to bother him immediately with annoying things from my day or to pester him helplessly that I’m hungry. I take initiative around here. I make dinner and keep the house clean so all he has to do is come through the door, accept his plate and his glass of wine, undo his tie, and sink into his favorite chair.

I’ll often rub his shoulders or his feet as well. Sometimes, when he’s finished he sets the tray aside, leans back, and undoes his pants for me. I take the hint immediately and blow him for dessert.

I know my Sir. I can tell by the tone of voice when he calls me, or texts me, that sometimes he needs something more than just being spoiled during dinner.

He’ll come home, exhausted after a brutal shift, headachy from florescent lights and a belly full of greasy cafeteria pizza and energy drinks. He’ll climb the stairs like it’s Mt. Everest, dragging his feet. The look of sheer appreciation when he comes through our bedroom door and finds me spread open and anticipating his cock makes my crazy happy. He just groans, so grateful I read his mind. My ass is his, my balls are full for him, all he has to do is grab the lube and bury his meat between the cleft of my ass. Instant stress relief, just insert tab a into slot b. He’ll pound out all his frustrations and failures of the day away and shoot the negative energy out into a condom. I always discard it with a smirk.

Yup, I definitely know what my Sir needs and desires. They say he has the lowest fatality rate in his ER, despite how over-worked and fatigued he often gets. His co-workers think of him as a god-like figure, the master of the crash cart, the wizard of intubation. Let them wonder. I’m sure they’d be surprised to know that it is a naked boy who aurifies Dr. Ashcroft’s talent for medicine.

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Text is fictional. Source is an original photo by inside-the-wardrobe. I have notified him that I am using his photo for a caption.

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My friend Sarah had always had trouble holding down jobs and homes, from what I suspected were issues with drugs and alcohol. After yet another eviction, she showed up on my door step with a packed truck and her son. His presence startled me. Jacob was just a scrawny pre-teen when I saw him last. He was nearly a man physically now, but still so boyish. Despite his mother’s failings, Jacob looked healthy and well muscled under a too-small T-shirt and jeans. He made my cock swell immediately, which made it difficult to have a rather serious discussion with Sarah about what she was doing at my door.

Same ol’, same ol’ – “bad” bosses, “evil” landlords, never her fault ever. We had been friends since college, but that Sarah I knew was gone. I told her Jacob could stay, because instability is never good for a young man, but not her. I knew druggies – eventually something would go missing, then something else, and then finger-pointing and blame games would begin. Then, getting her to move out… nope. Wasn’t gonna do it. I paid for a week in a motel for her, and helped her move Jacob’s stuff into my guest room. If she cared about her son, she would take that week and get her life together. I didn’t have high hopes.

I laid down ground rules for Jacob. He was to get a part time job, get his GED, and start community college. I set a curfew and told him he wasn’t too old for spankings. Jacob made me a bit edgy – he always looked at me a bit too hungrily, always chewing on his bottom lip like he wanted to just tackle and eat me. The idea of a spanking seemed to excite him instead of freaking him out.

For the most part, Jacob seemed to be – fortunately – a stable boy. He found a job in a coffee shop and worked on schoolwork, kept his room clean, helped out with chores. I let him go to concerts and break curfew once in a while. I began to wonder if that boy had an alternative agenda though.

He always walked around in these tighty whities, sometimes even brazen enough to sport a half erection and a wet spot in the front. Sometimes if there was like chocolate on his finger or something, he’d spend too much time sucking on it if he knew I was watching. Jacob’s eyes always spent too much time on my ass. He’d come home from the school gym sweaty and hot, stripped to the waist, and linger far too long before disappearing in the direction of the bathroom. For his birthday, he asked for a sex toy. I got him a giftcard to a sex store and didn’t ask questions. He looked disappointed I didn’t.

One morning before work, I woke up horny in a way that only comes once in a while. I think it’s one of those left-overs from our primal days. You wake up with a huge, throbbing boner and your balls feel like big heavy stones. I humped my hand until I came, soiling my sheets, then rolled over to the side and stroked myself in slow tugs.
My mind began to wander since I was in less of a hurry now. I was horrified that they were drifting to Jacob, and the fantasy of his young sculpted body spread out beneath me as I pounded his ass into the bed over and over. No doubt, he’d writhe and beg for it harder, squeezing my cock with such grip that not a drop would spill from his hole I was fucking. I suddenly gasped and shot again onto my belly. I dipped my fingers into the mess and stared at them, muzzy headed. I hadn’t had two orgasms in a row in years, so I was pretty sure that would be the end of it. He was more than a decade younger than me. Not healthy.

I peeled myself out of bed and forced myself into the shower. By the time I was done, I found myself petting my dick with the towel. I sighed and forced myself to stop. I would never get my pants closed like that. Once I recovered and got dressed, the urge to jack off had mostly passed but I still felt a little hot under the skin. What the hell was going on with me?

I prayed to god that Jacob had one of his early morning shifts at the coffee shop today, that he’d be off at the gym, or still in bed. I couldn’t see him this morning, not after masturbating to him. Yet, there he was, in his tighty whities, eating a bowl of cereal while swaying and grooving around the kitchen to an Arctic Monkeys song on the radio. I gawked at him. Was he even aware of how sexy he looked? Fuck, I coulda sworn I could smell him from here. So young, so much virility.

My cock began to betray me again, and in slacks, there is no way to hide it. Before I could run though, Jacob noticed me. He didn’t seem embarrassed at all, he just turned down the volume a bit and put his bowl in the sink.

“Hey, good morning, Mr. Bell. Cereal? Toast?”
“Good morning. In a minute. Listen, Jacob-,” I began, stopping myself when I heard how husky my voice had sounded. Christ, what was I gonna say? ‘I wanna fuck you?’ Jacob gave me a confused look and hopped up onto the counter.
“What is it Mr. Bell?”
“Matthew’s fine, Jacob.” I sighed and ran my hand through my buzz cut which was growing out. Before I could say something of substance, Jacob noticed the bulge in my pants. His eyes went from it, to my face, then back down again, and back up. An eyebrow went up. He licked his bottom lip. Shit.
“Jacob, are you gay?” I blurted out.
Surprise lit his face. “You couldn’t tell?”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “So you have been seducing me?”
“Guilty as charged. You know, when Sarah said we were going to her friend Matt’s house, I was really annoyed at her for making us move again. When she told me you were gay though, I thought maybe it might not be so bad – but damn, didn’t expect you to be so hot. I’ve been looking for a man to …hm, teach me a few things. But you don’t seem to be interested.”
I adjusted my package and walked over to him. “Oh I’m interested, Jacob. You’re just so much younger than me, so innocent. You’re on your own, away from your mother, I figured you needed some time to sexually explore yourself you know? I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you, but fuck I think you want me to.”
He purred. “I do.” He scooted his butt backwards on the counter more and parted his knees. I groaned. My sex drive was screaming to take him. I moved between him and put both hands on his thighs, caressing them.
“Are you a virgin?” I whispered softly.
“I fooled around with some of the boys in the locker room, but none of them have ever fucked me.”
“I’m going to fuck you,” I growled, sliding both hands over his hips and grabbing a handful each of his rock-hard ass. Inside the confines of my pants, my cock was so hard I was dripping pre-cum down the inside of my leg.
He groaned and rolled his hips forward in my grasp, “You promise?”
I answered him by moving in for a kiss, my fingers pulling down his underwear away from his ass. His lips stuck to mine like glue, our tongues fencing together as we pushed our mouths together. He tasted like milk and cinnamon. With the pretenses gone, it was blatantly obvious what we both wanted and needed.

Jacob was on fire in my hands. He wiggled so I could pull off his underwear. I tossed them away, but before I could plan my next move, Jacob grabbed my hand and stuck it between his legs. I was too busy kissing him to see his cock, but hell my fingers told me all I needed to know. About five inches of hard and fat, uncircumcised meat throbbed in my fingers. My touch wandered from his trimmed hair down to his balls, pulled high in their sac and each as round as an egg. I played with these first, making him keen and twist in my grip. He pleaded with me not to stop as his kisses wandered down my jaw. I suddenly felt wetness, and realized Jacob was leaking pre-cum too. My hand traveled back up to his ignored and cock, but instead of just grabbing him, I teased him by roving my fingertips by base to tip. He yelped and bucked, dribbling pre-cum like a broken faucet.

“Holy fuck, Mr. Bell!” he gasped, curling his toes. “That feels amazing!”
“Matthew,” I insisted, capturing his mouth again and I rolled the glans between my thumb and pointer finger like I was sprinkling salt. Jacob’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he grabbed my wrist, nothing but a silent gasp coming out of his throat. He really was inexperienced. Jacob didn’t need a father at this age, he needed a man to teach him about the potential of his body. I wanted nothing more than to be that man.

“I’m gonna-!” he warned me. My hands fell away and he whined. “No no don’t stop!”
I needed both hands to get my pants undone; I nearly ripped the button off in the process. I tore the zipper down and hefted out my erection. I was at least an inch longer than him. Jacob’s eyes went huge at the sight of it. “Oh Matthew, you’re fucking huge.”
I grinned. “I hope you’re not getting second thoughts.” I kissed him again and again, and pressed up against him, between his legs. His cock was searing hot against mine; I pulled him close to me with both hands on his ass. I frotted against him with unbridled passion, our seed mingling, making our groins slick. Jacob was making the most sensual noises now, bleating and gasping, moaning and groaning. I still had one more surprise for him though. I licked one of my digits and slid it between the globes of his ass, fingering his entrance in little circles. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” Jacob screamed as he came, tense in my embrace, his muscles seizing. He hooked one leg around me, holding me in place, as I rubbed my cock against him and teased his ass from the back as he exploded.

It was hard to tell whose mess was whose, there was just so much cum everywhere. My pants were now completely soiled, but I wasn’t planning on going in to work for a while. Jacob was softening underneath me, but that third orgasm of the day hadn’t done a single thing to quell the beast in me. Jacob rested his head on my shoulder, his torso heaving, his body limp.
“Hey…are you alright boy?” I asked.
“Fuck,” was all he could say, “I’ve never…cum….like that…”
Pride blossomed in me. “It’s what happens when you trust a more experienced man.” Jacob sat up, and I cupped his jaw in my hands. I gave him a sweet kiss, then nuzzled his cheek. “You wanna get some water, then go up to my bedroom?”

His eyelids fluttered open. “Your …bedroom?”
I chuckled. “Yes Jacob, I’m not gonna fuck you in the kitchen. Plus, we need to get cleaned up, and I have to prepare you.”
“Wait wait – don’t you have to go to work?”
I looked at the clock. Late anyway. “I’m gonna take the morning off. Something at home needs my attention a lot more.”
Jacob smiled. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes. You’ve been ignored for too long. Someone needs to give you the attention you deserve. I cupped his balls in my hand. "Plus, it’s not like it’s a huge inconvenience.”
He ‘mmm’ed’ at my touches. “I’m gonna get fucked.”
“Yes, yes you are.”
“Will you carry me upstairs?”
“Of course, Jacob, it would be my pleasure.”

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Text is fictional. Thought you guys deserved some long erotica to start the week. This was from a porno by Man Royale; it’s called An Afternoon Delight and it features Ethan Slade and James Ryder. The original photo is in color. More pics from the set here.

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“…Jet?”
Jet smiled at the familiar voice on the other end of the phone. “Hey Chris, nice to hear from you again – is everything alright?” Despite their failed attempt at a relationship, Jet considered Chris to be a friend, albeit a distant one.
“I um… shit, I feel like such an idiot calling you. Am I bothering you?”
“No, just at home, organizing my bookshelf. It’s pouring out, so I’m just chilling here on my day off. What’s up?”
There was a pause. “I just…shit this is so dumb. You said to call me if I ever needed anything. You still mean that?”
Jet furrowed his brow, curiosity eating him up. “Yeah of course. …Are you in jail?”
Chris made a noise. “What? No no, it’s nothing like that. It’s …well, when we broke up, I was not in a good place. I hated myself and convinced myself I needed to push you away. You know how I was, when I was horny I’d put out, then freak out the next morning over what I did – over and over again, let it eat me up inside?”

Jet sighed. He didn’t want to open this wound, really. Chris had explained it far too mildly for his taste. Chris was an insatiable cockslut when the testosterone was pumping and poppers were plentiful; but sober and sane, the guilt, disgust, and Catholic self-loathing over his preference of sex and eagerness to bottom put him in a horrible, rotten mood and spoiled his personality. He’d put Jet through the wringer, leading him on, then shutting him off. “How could I not?” Jet said. “It’s all we fought about for the last weeks of our relationship.”

Chris sighed back. He sat down on the bed and the springs creaked. “I just…you know, I’ve been thinking I owe you an apology. I’ve been thinking a lot. I drank a lot you left – too much actually, and woke up after having blacked out in a church. Our priest got me some help, a great therapist who specializes in LGBT lifestyles… I’m coming to terms with things, Jet, I really am.”
Jet was so stunned, he almost forgot he had to answer the man. “I um. Wow, damn, Chris. That’s amazing to hear. Not expecting it, to be honest, but happy you’re making progress. But if this is a call to get back together I don’t think I’m really ready to try another relationship with y-”

“No, no Jet, listen. I’ve been with some other guys, having some one night stands-”
Jet hated the surge of jealously that shot through him.
“-and none of them have given me such thorough orgasms the way you did. I’ve tried so many techniques, but I just can’t get that empty feeling afterwards like when we had sex!” His voice twisted with frustration. “I’ve tried everything and even though I jack off a lot, I still feel so pent up! I-…I’m calling to ask you to fuck me, Jet, that’s it, please. Just one good thorough fucking, to get it all out.”
“Jesus, Chris, you called cause you need cock? You baited me with pretty words and apologies so I’d fuck you?” Jet was now completely ignoring the books around him. “And then what? You’re going to just dismiss me?”

Chris huffed. “Look, I’ve had other guys since you, as I’ve said, some with poppers, some with out. You…you have this insane technique. Sex with you was a totally intense and powerful experience. I was addicted to it, but I wasn’t ready to handle it at all. You’re on a totally ‘nother level than other men. You’re the kind of sex that a man comes home to for the rest of his life. You’re not a club fuck. That’s why we were so incompatible. I wasn’t ready for that kind of sex, emotionally, but I was addicted. I pushed you away because it just left me reeling. I thought I could get it from others but, shit, I’ve had the taste though and nothing compares. Please Jet – my balls, they’re aching man, milk me dry, please.”

Jet sat there with his jaw on the floor. This wasn’t the same Chris he’d left behind ten months ago. He didn’t know what to say. It was mean to tempt him like this. Chris’s ass fit around his cock like it was born for it. Jet’s cock was curved, but Chris was a perfect fit, and the way he grabbed onto him… as much as he resented him, Chris was the only partner he’d had that made him see stars.

After a long silence on Jet’s part, Chris added, “If…you need some commitment, but only want to go half way, maybe we could be fuck buddies, at least. No strings attached, so if you hate me still, you don’t have to stay. You could probably even spank me if you want. I know I deserve it.”

Jet liked that idea more than he would admit it. He wanted to spank him impaled on his cock, and god he did deserve it. “Fuck. Just fuck you man, calling me like this, manipulating me, dangling your body as bait. Get the hell over here. Bring the condoms and the lube, cause you aren’t using any of mine.”
Chris gasped, “Alright! Shit, thanks man. I’m coming right now.”

It was like a day hadn’t past since Chris left. He was still handsome and young, sporting a goofy grin and the scar above his eyebrow from a childhood bike accident. Jet tore his clothes off and pushed him onto the sofa, getting that big ass of his in the air.

No one could fuck Chris like Jet did. Only Jet could give him that incredible, slow steady rhythm, each inward thrust nudging against his prostate. It made him drip like crazy. All the pent up energy, frustration from imperfect fucks, it all dissolved like butter on a skillet. Jet cleared him out. He filled him wall to wall and fucked him hard.

Chris reached between his legs to milk himself, and the pre-cum poured out of his body. He moaned and keened over how goddamn great it felt to be fucked by this god of a man. Chris’s dick got so slippery, he could barely hang onto it. When the orgasm finally crested, he shot a triple XL load all over the bed while screaming Jet’s name into the pillow. His balls burned from the effort, his cock spasming and twitching to empty every single tiny seed. On top of him, Jet couldn’t get a word out of his throat, just animalistic grunts and cries as he bred his man hard. He suddenly knew why the break-up had been harder than any other in his life – Chris was his bitch, his mate. His other half. Maybe now Chris had fucking realize it, and just maybe they could try again…

but he would get all the sex he could out of the man before he told him that. He wouldn’t let Chris win that easily.

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Text is fictional. The gif was made by fagsmut, but the source for it isn’t them, so I don’t know who these men are. Lemme know if you know, I wanna see the video.

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by ccallenreese

This slave isn’t scared of milking machines, getting the strap, e-stim devices, long chastity, or serving 10 men at once… but at any utterance of the word “dentist”, all his training gets defenestrated and he’s pulling on his leash to stay in the house. His Master couldn’t just let his slave have bad teeth, so he came up with a creative solution.

The slave is bound to a metal support rail so he can safely sedated. A spider gag is put into place, as well as a chastity cage. Once the tranquilizer has kicked in, then the slave is transferred to the dentist’s office in a crate in his master’s car. Long after most of the staff have gone home, the dentist lets them in through the back. The slave is then bound to the exam room chair like this, naked and gagged, because it’s the only way Dr. Singh can finally get in there and clean those teeth.

Any cavities will be seen as negligence of his Master’s property and will result in a spanking for the slave, but usually the boy keeps up with flossing and brushing. All that fighting and planning is usually for nothing but a mere cleaning!

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Text is fictional. Picture obviously comes from the infamous boundgods.com.

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You can only tame a feral slave so much. He was neglected by his parents, and was considered unmanageable by the foster care system. They were also scared of him, the things that turned him on and the pain he liked. You found him on the side of the road, skinny and filthy and offering an ass for meal. He just wanted a permanent home, somewhere he could live out his sexual fantasies safely and feel like he belonged. So you trained him and sculpted him, defined the lines, set rules for him. You made sure he was housebroken and didn’t horde food. You beat him cause he loved it, and introduced him to everything in your dungeon. You took him into your bed and collared him. And he was a better boy for it, a happier boy, less reactive and more malleable. More sated.

Yet, there is a limit to how much you can do for the wild ones. They will eventually feel the call of the wild, especially on those warm summer nights when the wind blows in past the curtains. The urge to roam, the urge to seek prey, the urge to seek other men, it calls to them. The collar helps, cause people know he’s owned. His RFID chip has your information on it. Sometimes you let him go, knowing he’ll be back by morning, filthy and reeking of sex and piss and alcohol. You scrub him, examine him, give him a swat, and give him his morning chores.

When he starts to come home in a police car, covered in scratches, bite marks, and wearing a muzzle, then it’s time to put the safety locks back on the windows. Of course, you know he’ll try it again, and when he does, you’ll catch him and drag him off to your dungeon. You’ll gag him and truss him up like a Christmas turkey. He’ll grunt at you, spitting mad, his eyes shooting daggers at you. You eye him with a sigh, then haul him up and strap him to the milking machine. An hour or so of penetration and low e-stim will help get most of the pent up frustration out of the system. By the end, he’ll be too drained to run off. You’ll cuddle him and put him to bed. He’ll be docile in the morning as a lamb.

You’ll tolerate it all summer. You do the best you can. You socialize him and run him, and let him have supervised sessions at the local dungeon. It’ll be over once fall comes. He’ll want to settle and hibernate, be happy with just your cock there. And you’ll give it to him, as often as he’ll take it, until spring comes and you can open the windows again.

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Text is fictional. Source is here, and used without his knowledge.

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“No, stop. Don’t go after them, Kelton. They’re mountain sirens – or as we like to call them in my village, hill whores. That’s not their real forms. They’re illusions. For years this was a place men would sneak off to seek pleasure in other men, and they would watch, and copy their faces, their actions. They’re not real, boy. They’re demons. You go off with them, they’ll hypnotize you with lust, distract you with their holes, and their cocks.”
“…Is that really a bad thing?” he asks.
“Well, you won’t notice it at the time but they’ll drain you of your sexual energy. All of it. You’ll never get it back. You’ll never produce another healthy sperm again, your cock will never get hard again. You’ll never penetrate another living thing and enjoy it.” I watch him pale.
“…We should move on then.”
“Yes, we should. In a couple hours, we’ll be at a town, there will be a brothel, you can find a boy for the night there.”
Kelton eyes them, then  looks at me. “How will I know he’s not a siren too?”
“Oh that’s easy,” I say, chewing on a piece of jerky, “Hill whores don’t leave the hills, they hate being under a roof, and they hate rotten fruit, which is why I’ve been carrying this lemon with me the entire day.” I lob it at them. The demons hiss and scatter over the ridge.
“See? Off they go.”
Kelton grabs my sleeve. “Come on let’s keep moving. This whole place creeps me out.”
“The world is a scary place, my friend. Don’t worry, by nightfall you’ll be screwing your brains out a happy man and you’ll have forgotten all about this.”
“I sure as fucking hope so. One of them looked like my brother.”

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Text is obviously fictional. Was unable to locate source of photo.

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I texted him first: Hey – did you mean what you said on the profile? ‘Dinner and a Dominant Man wanted?’
Andre: Hells yes I did 😉 Sooo sick of cafeteria food here at the dorms. I miss home cooked food, and I need a hard fucking to get all this tension out of my muscles from studying for mid-terms. If you bring me food, I’ll put out for you all night long!

I stared at the response. Either sluts are getting younger and bolder or he was an extremely clever whore who had snuck into a college dorm. I pondered this.
Me: Well, I can take control in the bedroom if you want. But if you’re really a student at Rojo U, then send school ID and driver’s license so I know you’re not jailbait.
Andre: Mmm if I do, what are you gonna make me for dinner? I saw ur profile pic, you’re damn delicious looking on your own but a boy has to eat.
I actually scoffed. I wonder how often this worked for him. Me: Well, I hunt in the winter, so I got venison steak, I can make a mushroom risotto, and maybe a rainbow chard/baby green salad with raspberry vinaigrette?

The response came within minutes.
Andre: O.M.G. I am absolutely drooling, that sounds so fucking good. I can be dessert ;). Here are my IDs babe. Last name edited out, but u can see my birthday and my school! Rojo pride!
I opened the images. He was a cutie, and legal indeed at 20. Still 9 years my junior but hey, if the way into his pants was through his stomach I might just be game.
Me: Thanks for sending that over fast. Yep, you’re def who you say you are. But… I’m 29, I’m not sure I should still be sleeping with college boys. Probably should be with real men my age. What do you think? I was playing him, yes, but I had a feeling he’d know it and love it.
I wasn’t expecting another text image of the brunet posing in a public dorm bathroom with a proud boner jutting out from plump balls at a 45 degree angle. He had flat, rippled abs and a defined iliac crest – my weakness. My cock began to rise the longer I stared at that photo. I could split him in half and make his whole floor hear him being rammed. Or, he could spend the night here. I had a feeling he’d love it either way.

Andre sent a text to go with it: You want this? 😉
My cock took over for me: Fuck yeah I do. You want a dominant man? I will teach you what it’s like to be fucked by a man and not a boy. You want to feel a big cock sliding in and out of you, bringing you to  ecstasy, making you beg for more?
Andre: Fuck yeah I do, babe. When can you come over? I’m sitting in my dorm room playing with myself, so horny!
Me: I need time to make the meal, defrost the steak. Come over tomorrow night ok? I’ll bring condoms.
Andre: Tomorrow?? But I’m horny now! :((

I raised an eyebrow. Goodness, how long has it been since he’d had a dick?
Me: I know slutty boys always have a favorite toy. Why don’t you play with it and send me some pictures.
Andre: Grrr so horny! Fine, I’ll do that – but you better be amazing! 
I text him back a photo of my own engorged cock with my fist around it to show off its size. Me: Be good, you’ll get this after dinner.
Andre: Madre de dios *____*
I had to laugh. He was so silly, a twinky little college boy and a big nelly bottom. He sent me some sexy, shameless photos of him naked and fucking himself with an impressive dildo; I enjoyed jacking off to them.

The next day I tidied the house and whipped up a good meal. After Andre came over, we wasted no time giving eachother hand jobs and kissing in the kitchen. He was so small compared to me, and the way my large hands looked roaming over his genitals drove me absolutely wild. It was a struggle to break away from his sweet mouth for dinner.

We somehow managed to eat like civil people. We even managed small talk and kept clothes on from the salad to coffee. When the last dish went into the dishwasher though, I looked up and saw the way Andre was looking at me. That’s when I knew I’d fed the machine of lust in him and given him plenty of energy to burn on his back, legs in the air, bent over furniture, anyway I could do him. And trust me, I fucked his brains out in nearly every room in my house, including the shower. Boy simply could not get enough of my meat in his ass, even when he ran out of cum. Around 3 am, I tucked an exhausted, wobbly legged twink with a stretched hole into bed and cuddled up next to him.

I woke up to him humping me at 8 am and begging for permission to ride me. I began to wonder if he’d taken a drug, but he claimed he hadn’t. He said he was just…pent up. Well, I couldn’t say no. I let him ride me until his toes curled and he came all over my chest.

Andre never really left. He goes to school still, handles the chores, and puts out in exchange for a discount in rent. I’m the cook and the provider of cock, and he is happy as a harlot can be. Might just be a temporary thing while he’s in school, but damn is it nice to have a slut around the house.

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Text is fictional. Source is here, but that’s not the original source. The boy is Aiden Summers, twink extraordinaire of Helix Studios.

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by ccallenreese

“I’m hooome.” I close the door behind me and shuck off my shoes. Nothing. “Jude? Is anyone home?” I call out, setting down my briefcase and loosening my tie. The car is in the driveway.
Jude sticks his head down the stairwell and then jogs down to give me a welcome-home kiss. “Oh my god I am so glad to seee you, Jesus Christ. Things are insane around here! We went out for food at this bistro after the dentist appointment at 2, but Dominic got food poisoning and so he’s in bed resting and not doing his homework, but Anna has got the crazies and is making a mess up there with her toys. The dog hasn’t been walked, the cockatiel’s cage needs to be cleaned, someone’s been drawing on the bathroom walls again, and I *still* haven’t made dinner. Dominic says he’s not eating ever again, but Anna wants franks and beans but I forgot buy beans and-”

“Woah woah woah!” I laugh, “Slow down, sloow down. Come here. Deep breath.” I kiss him slowly and pull him into a hug. “Breathe.”
“But Anna-”
“Let her destroy the house. Messes can be picked up. Goo-gone and paint will fix the walls. Dominic is resting. We can order pizza. I’ll take care of the pets.”
“Nnng fine.” He nuzzles my neck and clings to me, rocking with me for several moments until the mania passes. “You smell nice. It makes me horny.”
“You bought me this cologne for Christmas.”
“Oh that’s why I bought it,” he chuckles.“
"Are you ok now?” I inquire.
He puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “Yeah, I’ll live. I’m fine. Pizza sounds great, actually.”
“…Jude?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Oh remember how I said Dominic got food poisoning? Yeah he barfed all over me. I never got dressed.”
I shake my head. “Man, makes my day sound dreadfully boring by comparison. I thought I’d top your day with my epic tale of a jammed printer and our boss falling asleep during an important meeting.”

The corners of Jude’s mouth turn up. “Oh I definitely want to hear the epic tale of the printer, you know how I get about toner.”
I laugh and kiss him again, then add in a low voice. “Oh baby, the toner was everywhere.”
“Oh baby.” Jude wiggles his eyebrows at me, plucking at my jacket lapels, making me grin.

“DADDYYYYYYYYY!”
I look up in time to see a 7 year old ball of energy shimmying down the stairs at lighting speed. I barely have enough time to kneel down to catch her before I’m nearly knocked on my ass.
“Hey there sweetie! Daddy tells me you’ve been quite busy today.”
“I built a city! and Dominic puked! It was gross! I built a cities for ponies! Come see Papa come see!”

Jude gestures in Anna’s direction. “You see what I mean? It’s like she had three Redbulls and six cups of coffee.”
“She’s seven. That’s her default status.” I pick her up and set her on my hip. “Go shower and get dressed, love. Go order dinner. I’ll take the kids for a walk with the dog, and when I come back we’ll eat ok? I’ll clean the tiel cage later.”
Jude looks relieved to have someone else in control for once. “I will do exactly that.” He steals another kiss from me. “Thank you.”

“Of course, love.” I start up the stairs then glance over my shoulder as he trails behind me, “Oh and Jude, while you’re in the shower, get really really clean.” I wink.
He lights up and bites his lip. “Promise? It’s been a week.”
“Dadddyyyyyyyyyyy.”
“Alright, we’re going baby. And yes Jude, I promise. You’re gonna feel it for another week after.”

I’m more than pleased to see him blush.

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Text is fictional. Men are Harry Louis and Hugo Martin from Lucas Entertainment, from the series Trapped in the Game. Source is the Lucas blog.