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The boy knew his role was to serve his man and be available for him whenever and where-ever he wanted it. He knows better than to inconvenience his Sir by saying ‘no’, and he would be a fool to spurn a man who has selected his ass to claim as there are so few masters as so many horny bottoms. No matter how humiliating, he must show respect and hold his cheeks apart to provide easy access. His Sir also loves watch his throbbing cock slide in and out of his boy’s body. It pleases him tremendously to see it and to have a boy so consistently obedient.

Those hands were supposed to stay that way until his Sir came and he was never allowed to touch himself without permission… Sir said it was conditioning for when the chastity device arrived. At first the boy was anxious of what that meant and resented the idea, but he began to look forward to having something between his sensitive, frustrated cock and the teasing, tickling fibers of the rug.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“So…Mike tells me you clean dormrooms if the men are naked?”
“Yes sir.”
“Polite, too. I like that. I also like that you’re not ashamed in being honest with what you want. Well, my roommate and I have made a mess of this place. Just kind of got out of control after finals.”
He glances over my shoulder into my room. Where most people would cringe at the amount of work needed, his eyes sparkle, knowing the potential for big rewards. “I can get it done today. You have a lovely cock Sir, I’d be happy to work for it.”
I can’t help but reach down and give my cock a couple tugs. He watches me intently. “You have your eyes on the prize hm. Get to work, I’ll be watching …and jacking off. I’ll let you swallow if you’re making fast progress.”
“Yes sir!”

He was good. Matter of fact, he finished so quickly I was hesitant to let him leave so soon. So, I fucked him over my freshly made bed then coaxed him into sticking around to wash my sheets. A bottle of beer and promise of a sandwich worked. After he left, I called Mike. “Can I schedule him once a week please?”
Mike snickered, “He’s addicting isn’t he?”
“Oh his ass is so cute! Got me soooo horny watching him bend over to pick things up.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Yes, made him wash the sheets too.”
“Glad to hear that. A lot of people are shy to ask to fuck him, but to him it’s just like a bonus for a job well done.”
“That kid is gonna go far in life.”
“Mmhmm.”

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Text is fictional. I found the source with clothes on, so maybe this pic is photoshopped?

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by ccallenreese

Geraldo has gotten an alpha male’s attention by strutting around in tight fitting white underwear and teasing himself in it to half mast. He’s about to discover though, that there is a different between advertising to and taunting an alpha male. “I was a good boy this weekend and didn’t masturbate, but my balls are so full! I need someone to milk me between my legs,” said in a low, husky voice, is a good way to end up naked in five minutes.  “Sure you’re fucked a lot of boys, but once you’ve had mine, you’ll spend the rest of your life comparing everyone else to me,” is acceptable, if not a little dangerous. “I bet you’re all talk and no action, just because you know how to stick your cock in a boy doesn’t mean you’re any good at it, so prove it,” is a terrible idea. “I’m sure that’s just a sock in there, you gonna pleasure me with a sock?” is red flag territory.

Geraldo is about to learn that lesson now, as he’s about to receive the hardest fuck of his life, and feel that alpha cock probe parts of his pussy he didn’t even know could be reached. One arm will be around his neck, holding him in place as he takes the biggest dick of his life. He’ll love it, but once he realizes the full power an alpha has over his little twink body he’ll not only respect them more, but gain a healthy little bit of fear as well. Geraldo will think twice about poking them with a stick in the future.

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“Hand over my belt, son.”
“I don’t want a spanking, daddy, I’m too old!” he pouts.
“But you stayed out past curfew and came back reeking of alcohol and pot – on a school night. I don’t mind if you smoke pot as long as you’re safe, but you’re too young to be indulging in shitty beer and breaking curfew is out of the question.”
“None of my friends have curfew! Ryan gets to stay out as late as the wants!”
Oh, teenagers. I put my hands on his hips, “When you’ll get older, you’ll see what kind of bad influences your friends are. Ryan’s dad can’t hold a job and is scared of his own son, Seth’s parents live off welfare fraud, Mark’s mother is in and out of jail for heroin and I know Mark’s been busted for shoplifting… these kids, they’re gonna get into gangs, drugs, addiction, jail. Hell, they may get out, but I won’t allow you to get dragged down with them.
You’re hard working and a great student; I know you have dreams of going to NYU. I know at your age, me forbidding you to see your friends would result in you sneaking out anyway, so I am making concessions. I just want what’s best for you, since it’s us two since your mother went to heaven.”

“I miss her,” He sighs, then after a moment, hands me back my belt.
“I do too, but she’d be proud to know what a good son you are,” I say. “I’ll go a little easy on you tonight. You’ll get five straps for the alcohol, five for breaking curfew.”
“Daddy?”
“Yes son?”
“…Last time this happened, something funny happened. My cock began to leak. It’s never done that before.”
“Oh is that so?” I smile, feigning ignorance. “Well you’re at that age when your body is beginning to wake up. We’ll talk about that more in the morning, but for now, fetch me a towel to put over my lap please.”
“Yes, daddy.”

As I watch him shuffle to the bathroom, I know in my heart I’m doing the right thing. He’s going to be a fine young man.

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Jack had lived in this unique boarding school for almost three years now. It was a kind of a last-attempt place society sent their most troublesome, the most sexually deviant young men to be disciplined and corrected so they could then live normal lives. Jack had earned the ability to wear a shirt again, which he did with great pride. He felt proud to have made adjustments to his behavior, thoughts, and actions, and was ahead of schedule to graduate.

He had even earned himself a special little kind of promotion, in where he was now asked to hold the arms of the boys receiving spankings over the same pommel horse he’d been bent over himself many, many times. Still, when that paddle came down on the asses of those wayward lads, Jack still flinched upon impact. It wasn’t so far out of memory that he’d forgotten the sting of correction.

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I watch with big eyes, my throat dry, as his full heavy sac bounces and then tenses to spurt the seed out of his red and engorged cock. The way the skin slides up and down around the exposed tip is my favorite part. Love a boy with a fleshy cock, lot of extra space for him to get big and hard. Privately, I also love the way he moans when he cums and his eyelashes flutter. He’s a young stud in the sexual prime of his life. Masturbation like this is a necessity.

After he finishes, I cup those velvety balls and roll them in my hands until he’s too sensitive and asks me to stop. I drop my arm. The pants go back on. I take out my wallet and press two $20s into his hand. 
“Same time next week?”
“Yes,” he puts the money into his pocket.
As I refold my wallet, I glance at the photos of my wife and kids in the plastic sleeves. They can never know about this, about how it keeps me faithful to them. I’m just worried one day the handjobs won’t be enough anymore…and the craving for gay sex will return.

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Post is fictional. This is Kris Evans of Bel Ami.

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bonermakers:

A squeeze for good luck.

“See you after the game?” Rick grins, lifting and squeezing my bulge before wandering off to join his team. The question is rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t my mouth is too dry to answer. I look around. No one seems to have cared he just groped me – me! Rick Castille just groped me! A guy from my team gave me a thumbs up though.
Oh Rick is so hot, every gay boy, half the bi ones, and some of the straight ones want him. He is all lean muscle and strong legs, angular shoulders and flat stomached, which make his cock look huge pushing out of his shorts.

Underwear flag football is our boarding school’s tradition – there is always lot of cock flashed on the field, sure, which is why I made sure to jack it before hand to prevent any unwanted boners. Rick managed to undo all my hard work though and it takes considerable will to keep it soft. I can still feel his hand cupping and elevating my cock. Sigh.

Oh Rick. I try not to think about blowing him after the game when he’s all dirty and sweaty and his cock is the only clean thing about him. I try not to think about him forcing me up against the cold lockers and fucking me raw. I try not to think about him coming up behind me in the shower and jacking me off. I want him to be my first. I want Rick to pop my cherry. Every gay boy has his boarding school fantasy but… he groped me. Now my brain actually thinks I have a chance.

Oh, it appears we’re on opposite teams. I hope he tackles me… I hope he tackles me and humps in the middle of the field and clai–

FOCUS. Focus. Ok. Game is starting. I am gonna impress the hell out of him, make him horny and come hunting for my body after the game. We’ll celebrate naked, aroused and –

“VICTOR let’s GO!”

I jump six feet into the air. “SORRY! Sorry! I’m comin’! I uh, thought I saw a falcon. Just a crow. Yep. That’s all. I’m coming. Let’s win this!”

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“Hey babe,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
“Woah holy shit!” I jerked, dropping my cereal spoon onto the floor. “W-h-who the fuck are you? How did you get into my apartment?!”
“What bro…?” he blinks at me, “You don’t remember? We met at a bar last night, we came back here. You were fucking awesome in the sack, bro. You made me cum buckets.”
“…What.”
“…You really don’t remember?” he tilts his head at me.
In truth, I remembered flashes of things but I thought it was just a weird hangover dream. I also recalled the giant lump in the blankets on the other side of the bed and dismissing it, thinking it was a pile of laundry under there. Apparently it wasn’t.

“Um. Wow. Well I’m…straight, actually.”
He closes one eye in the morning light and tries to comb his unruly hair with his fingers. “Straight boys don’t fuck men in the ass like that, bro. I’m gonna go take a shower. Where are the extra towels?”
My gaze wanders down to his abs and his illiac crest. He looks good in those shorts too. “Um what now? Oh, towels? In the linen closet in the hallway.”
“Thanks, bro,” he smiles and waves, then wander off.
I have to sit down. Did I really fuck a man in the ass last night? He said I made him ‘cum buckets’. That’s good right? Shit. I sit there, poking my cereal, eating it but not tasting it, as I roll the new facts over in my mind. When the stranger comes out of the shower, he’s awake and alert, his wet hair combed back. I stare. He looks familiar, then it dawns on me that he looks like half the guys in the porn I watch. The …oh god, the straight porn, with the hot guys in it. Shit.

“…Are you ok bro?” he asks me, his brow furrowing.
“I’m not sure,” I admit, “I just can’t get over the fact that I fucked you.”
He grins. “You’re a stud, be proud of it! Your balls are really big too, I love sucking on big nuts.” He peers into my cabinets. “Why don’t we go out for brunch?”
I just blankly nod and go along with it, still kind of stunned by his casual vulgarity.

I don’t know what that cafe put in their coffee, but by the end of the meal I was his boyfriend. It was only after I came to that monumental decision did I realize that I had no idea what his name is. I had to ask when I put him in my phone. His name is Brandon. Brandon…my boyfriend. Am I dreaming? 2014 is going to be an interesting year, for sure.

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“No no don’t pull out! I’m so full of you and your cum… awww nooo.”
“Too sensitive to keep it in there boy, you milked me too good. Plus I wanted to see my load dripping out of your ass. Hm, your hole is still twitching for me too. I bet you spend a lot of time in this park spreading your legs to anyone with meat between their legs.”
“Please put it back in, please fuck me again,” he whimpers, “I felt so full…your cock is so long, please~”
I look around, “Hey! You over there! Come fuck this slut, he needs another cock in his ass and I’m all outta cum." 

I was happy to sit by and fondle myself as I watched the boy get a fresh, hard fucking from a horny man until my refractory period was over and I could get back in his wet, tight ass. He wrung me totally dry. God, I love this park.