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by ccallenreese

I lift the camera up as I film the hypnotic show of the stranger sucking on Luke’s cock like it’s the last penis in the world. Luke grins at me, laughing a little, “I can’t believe we actually picked up a prostitute on 34th street!”
“How’s he doing?”
“Fook! He’s amazin’! You wun’t believe how god this feels! Keep filmin’ filmin’ I wanna remember this burthday forever.”
“Right mate! Of course! Yeah suck that cock, boy!” I shift the camera to my other hand and let the tape roll.

It goes on for another hour – blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, sex. Then we collapse in the back of his van on blankets and pass around cigarettes and beer in glass bottles. The boy was paid generously.

Five years after this, Luke was killed in a car accident when an out of control lorry struck his van. We took a lot of video together, of our trips, our stupid foolish exploits around the UK, holidays, birthdays, nights at the bar, even trips to the dentist, the grocery store. Out of the entire stack of tapes, this one is him with the prostitute is my favorite. He just looks so incredulously happy, so alive. I watch it every year on his birthday and wank one out in memory of him. We were odd friends, but it was the most solid friendship I’d ever had. I miss him dearly. I never watch the tape of his funeral.

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by ccallenreese

When I came home, I originally thought I had walked into the wrong house. It sure looked like my house, but it was amazingly clean. The hardwood floors gleamed. The clutter was gone. Dust had been whisked away from the blinds and baseboard moulding. I walked through the house in a bit of a daze, like I was experiencing a show room instead of real life. The kitchen looked brand new; even the fridge had been purged, sterilized, and re-organized. As I wandered from room to room, I expected Gideon to pop out and want a hug from me, but the first floor was devoid of life. Well, human life, my tarantula in its terrarium was very much alive.

“Gideon…?” I whispered, shucking off my shoes before I ascended the stairs. Silence. I noticed the steps and the carpet at the top had been vacuumed. Good lord, he’d been busy!

I found my beloved boyfriend curled up asleep in my bed. Judging by the state of the bed, he was in the process of putting fresh sheets on the mattress when he curled up for a moment and just fell asleep. Poor thing, he was all tuckered out. We went skiing yesterday and then were up late edging and having sex – how he managed this much energy was a mystery. I worked in an office and today was draining for me even me.

I stood by the bed and watched him sleep, enamored by how precious he looked. He was entirely naked, which was all the more appealing. Recently Gideon had been expressing interest in sort of an alternative lifestyle in where the levels of equality are altered. I thought it was passing fetish, some kink he got into his head after finding some particular Tumblr blog or something… but the more I involved Gideon into my life, the more he seemed to fall into this role anyway. I see now that maybe it’s just naturally how he is. He wants to serve me. I lean over and kiss his forehead, but he’s so unconscious he doesn’t even stir. I cover him with blanket because he looks cold.

We’ll have to talk about this more in the morning. A Master/slave relationship might be too much for me, but a dom/sub or adult discipline relationship is definitely possible. A collar would look so pretty around his neck…and his ass would be a sight all pink if he misbehaved… plus, I could get used to the house like this.

I went back downstairs to the kitchen to scrounge up something to eat and found a previously missed note about lasagna warning in the oven. He made lasagna? That’s it, I’m keeping him, and he’s getting a big reward in the morning.

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by ccallenreese

I heard the creak of the door and looked up; my face then froze in horror and shock. There was Tyco’s father, filling the doorway with his enormous bulk, arms crossed over his barrel chest. He looked like he could shoot lasers out of his eyes. My instinct was to grab his clothes and run but I was petrified. That man could destroy me.
“W…what, why’d you stop? Don’t stop!” Tyco sweetly pleaded under me.
“T..tyco your dad is um…”

“HEY!” his father barked out, making them both jump. “Are you fucking my son in here?”
“… N-n-n-o sir, just..just leaving, actually,” I stammered.
“NO! If you’re going to fuck my son, you are going to finish. I don’t approve of you having sex in my favorite chair, but if you are going to penetrate my boy you are going to finish and make sure he enjoys it, or I will rip off your dick. Do you understand me?”

My eyes went huge. I wasn’t even sure if I could get a hard on anymore but I didn’t dare say so. “Y-y-y-y-yes sir.”
“Are you wearing protection?”
“Yes sir.” I squeak.
“Good lad then! Nothing but the best for my boy. Finish up, then we’ll meet in the kitchen for a drink.”

After his bear of a father had left, I looked down at Tyco, baffled. “What the hell just happened?"Tyco looked a big sheepish, "Daddy is very protective of my sex drive. His side of the family is full of teen pregnancies, STDs, testicular cancer, and impotence so he monitors my cock and sex drive. He checks me for ball and prostate cancer once a month, and I have to wear a chastity device on vacation and also I had to wear it through-out most of middle school. ”

“…Dude that’s… I mean… kind of …”
“I don’t really mind,” Tyco admits, “Cause Daddy wants the best for me. He found a cyst on my balls when it was still pretty small and we were able to get it removed before it was a problem. His checks do pay off. But… now that I’m allowed to pick my own partners, I’ve been crazy about getting laid, and I’ve been wanting for you weeks. Daddy’s cock is too big so he won’t fuck me, which drives me nuts since he’s denied me so many orgasms in my life. I’m making up for lost time now.”

I was aware at that point I might have been sticking my dick in crazy, but hell I was wearing protection and his ass was pretty incredible and tight anyway. So you know what? I finished. I fucked Tyco so hard we almost knocked the chair over. I made sure the whole house heard his orgasm. Wanted to make his father proud.

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by ccallenreese

Garrison had heard rumors about this car mechanic place down the road, about the sort of things they did to their staff. The local tech school often sent boys there to learn some hands on skills – but only their most troublesome boys. Garrison balked when he found out he was one of them and he’d be sent there, but with his grades and prospects no one else would take him. He figured it couldn’t be that bad…

When he went to sign the liability papers, he didn’t really read them, or heed their warnings about punishments when staff misbehave. He thought it was a bluff, and it was too wordy anyway. Two weeks later, when Garrison accidentally drained a customer’s engine oil all over the floor, he was called into the boss’s office. He protested severely when he discovered his punishment was a spanking – a spanking! at his age! but his boss brought out the paperwork and Gary knew he was screwed.

He was given the choice of receiving 50 with his pants on with a big, evil looking paddle or 25 with his pants off barehanded… the choice was obvious, but it was still humiliating to strip in front of his boss, who was easily twice his age and leered at his penis when his underwear came off. He put Garrison over his lap – and that’s when Garrison saw his supervisor open the door to the office so the entire car repair floor could see his bare ass and balls getting spanked. He protested and squirmed, but his boss was surprisingly strong and Gary couldn’t escape. His cries turned to light sobs and protests as his bottom began to glow.

What was more horrifying was that his cock was hardening from rubbing on his boss’s slacks. By the time it was over, he’d leaked pre-cum all over him.

“Alright, we’re done now. Good boy. You were a bit noisy but you took it very well. I’m proud of you. Are you going to make that mistake again?”
“N-n-no,” Gary hiccuped, his face all red.
“Good boy, you’re a fast learner too.”

He was allowed to stand up and get dressed. When the other boys who had been there a while gave him looks of sympathy when he went back out onto the floor, Garrison realized it was likely not going to be his first spanking… but there was nothing he could do, not if he wanted to have a career in this town.

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by ccallenreese

“Boy where are you?” I hollered.
He stuck his head out of the bedroom, “Here! In here! Sshh come quick.”
“What’s wrong?”
He removed the piece of toilet paper from the tip of his cock cage. “I’m dripping! It won’t stop! I can’t go out there like this, you gotta milk me!”
“Oohhh you are dripping,” I cooed, examining his wet member pressing up against its plastic confines.
“I’m so horny,” he whines.
“I’m very pleased, I wasn’t expecting these kinds of results so quickly. I can’t wait to show everyone your big milestone.”
“But…but!”
“Alright, let’s get that big drip…there we go. Now just wash your hands and join me outside.”
“But..!”
“Don’t be ashamed to be locked boy. Horny bottoms shouldn’t ever have access to their cocks, it’s ruinous and too distracting for them during sex, you know that. You know how great it’s been lately in bed, don’t forget that now.”
He turns bright red then huffs and washes his hands. “Still…I’m naked in front of all of them…”
“Oh you’re going to have to get used to that. This dinner party thing is going to be a once a week occurrence, and you’re going to show everyone that fantastic service of yours from your waiter days.”
“But…!”
I give him a playful smack on the ass. “Now get out there. Get.” I guide him by his shoulders to the living room.
“Hey everyone, I have an announcement to make. Arty’s made it to his first milestone already, three days ahead of schedule – look at him dripping!” I hold his wrists and arms above his head so he’s exposed.

My half dozen guests ooo and aaahh and some clap their hands. My boy is blushing so hard I can feel it in his forearms. “Si..sir–” he begins.
“Oh Arty,” Rebecca says, “Look how beautiful he is. What a lucky boy to be in chastity under you. You do the most amazing work, sometimes I’m almost mad that I don’t have a cock.
I grin. "Does my reputation proceed me?”
Matt wanders out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, “Oh it does. I’ve tried that chastity thing before, but my balls are too big for it. Even in the biggest cage everything goes numb.”
Rebecca laughs, “The mental image of you stuffing yourself into that is hilarious.”
“Oh look, there’s a big drip now,” Jesse announces and they all watch as my boy’s precum seeps out. I hear him whimper in humilation and arousal and it’s making me very horny. I must push it aside though, dinner is almost ready.

“See boy? It’s ok, you’re in a supportive environment here, nothing to be ashamed of. Now, let’s get a condom on the tip of your cock so you can serve dinner without slipping in it.
"Yes sir,” he responds, his voice subdued now that he’s submitted to the reality that I’m not going to let him hide in the bathroom.

The dinner party is a success. Afterwards I let Jesse fuck him then take my turn, a reward for my boy for a job well done. Conditioning is a slow process, you have to rewrite what is correct and incorrect and introduce new carrots on sticks for him to chase. It’s not always fun or comfortable, but the results are always worth it – happy, chaste, beautiful horny boys.

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Post is fictional. Source is from here, I think.

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by ccallenreese

Damn, this was a good idea. Why throw a housewarming party when you can throw a pool party? Smart of me to only advertise to the local gay population too since we’ve been having that heatwave… oh, look at those beautiful twinks over there, kissing, all shamelessly erect and touching each other…I might have to hire them as pool boys. That’s a good idea too. Where is my tanning oil? I need to jack off to this.

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Post is fictional. Boys are Vadim Farrell & Jean-Daniel Chagall I think.

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by ccallenreese

dominatingpowerbottoms:

Damn shame when a bottom has to resort to silicon playmates.  Where are the tops?!

It’s good for a bottom to have some alone time – it takes hours to train their body to adjust and open up for bigger cocks. They don’t want to waste their top’s time and frustrate him because he can’t get his larger penis into his eager, lubed up ass without injuring it. Plus it frustrates the bottom to be so close to being full but not being able to get past the tip. The magic of great sex is that you don’t see the hard work behind the scenes… although those scenes are pretty sexy too in their own right. See that towel on that floor? You bet this makes him drip everywhere.