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“Now you’ve gone and done it! You’ve upset him! I told you about his anxiety and past trauma, but you had to go freak him out with that torture device you call a sex toy. There there, it’s ok, boy.” I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to his knees so his crotch was at nose level. I guided them together, patting the back of his head reassuringly, “Close your eyes and take a deep breath…deeep breath. Just calm down now, there we go. Cling to my legs as hard as you want. I’m not gonna let him hurt you with that. Sshh…that’s a good boy, just breathe.”

It might have looked unusual to any other Masters passing by, but all that mattered in that moment was my slave. Medication did nothing for his attacks. What he needed was the scent of his Master to feel grounded, to remember I stood between him and the evils of the world. The source of his safety, of trust. I popped the buttons of my jeans and let him nuzzle the bare skin with his nose until he stopped trembling and his breathing was nice and normal.

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“Um … um Robert, your boy is… um, he’s…oh dear. Hey that’s my knee – … aaand he’s asleep. Robert! Do something.”
He gave a grin and shook his shaggy head. “Sorry about that. Bobby is up past his bed time. He likes to pretend he can stay up late with the adults but he always gets sleepy around this time. Looks like he’s taken a liking to you.”
“You’re not supposed to push your other kinks on other people, Robert,” I reminded him. 

He held up his hands in surrender. “I know, know, sorry, but it’s not like he needs to be changed or anything or is drooling on you. He’s just…sleeping. Adorably. I’ll give him a spanking tomorrow for not asking permission, but 30 more minutes? Please? Then I’ll take him home”
I gazed down at Bobby dozing peacefully on my lap. Well, he was kind of cute and he was making my leg warm. I sighed. “Fine, just… if he drools or wets himself, the game is over.”

I grunted and settled in. Fifteen minutes later, I realized I was making slow, soothing circles across Bobby’s back with my palm without even meaning to do so. I looked up at Robert to see if he’d noticed. He had.

“You can’t resist the cute. You can try, but you won’t be able to. And trust me, Bobby uses that to try and get away with everything.”

“I’m not going to get into this fetish of yours,” I insisted.
“I know, I know, not your thing. But nothing wrong with acknowledging he’s cute.”
I just grunted at him again. 

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ultraboyhunter:

Ah, an old favorite. The Missionary Position.

The years between 13-19 are what we call the Wandering Years. This is when the temptations of consumerism, flesh, sin, and apostasy lure young men away from the Church and off the path to salvation. The Church fights hard against this to the point where they encouraged the young lads who grew up preaching the Mormon word in pairs together to betray the other at any sign of straying from the flock. Guilt, shame, and shunning was cruelest the for boys growing into fine young homosexuals. It wasn’t even their fault to be born that way, but yet they had to understood why God punished them with such a prefernce.  

Joseph didn’t believe God would punish his lambs as a reward for years of preaching his name and reading his Good Book. He believed that there was great potential in those young homosexuals who so badly want to feel loved by God, to believe He had a plan for them. They want to volunteer, collect cans for food drives, build orphanages, and preach the word to those who will listen. It didn’t seem right to dispel them from the Church.

So, Joseph pitched a plan to the Elders. He said to send to him every young man with homosexual tenancies for “re-education”. Oh sure, he taught them to worship on their knees (while sucking cock) and self purification (through dutiful masturbation) and maintaining the body as a temple (by teaching them how to prevent STDs). He taught them everything about how to worship cock and how to have proper sex under God’s watchful eye. Most importantly, they learned how to hide their sexuality until it was safe.

It wasn’t exactly what Joseph wanted, but providing them with a stable outlet for their pent up sexual energy and swollen balls prevented them being caught, abandoned, or kicked out the house traumatically. Plus, he had an endless supply of fresh gorgeous faces of men on the cusp of adult hood and college years.

Yup, Joseph was sure doing the Lord’s work. “Oh God, oh God, I’m cumming!” absolutely counted. David said during an orgasm at one of these sessions, he actually saw Jesus. Can’t argue with results like that.

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“Is it hard enough yet, is it hard? Is it? Is it? I wanna ride it, daddy, I wanna ride it so bad!”
“Almost time baby, oh yeah baby, you rubbing your slutty little ass on it made it nice and rock hard. You’re so good at being patient for me, even though it takes me a while to get up. Alright, I’m gonna put it against your entrance now, you slide down on it for me?”
“Ohh fuck yeah! Lemme ride it, I want it in me. I’m your cockslut, daddy. Ohhhhhh yessss it feels soooo good and full!" 

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puppehlove88:

#boysshouldbelocked

My boyfriend says all good submissive boys should be locked boys. He says full balls and perpetual horniness is doing my part so we can focus on the best kind of love and sex. He was right! On days he works all the time though, it frustrates me nearly to tears because I just want to be fucked so badly but I have to wait for him to come home. As a good boy, I know masturbation is forbidden and I could easily get carried away with all my toys so it’s best wait for my boyfriend. He always knows what’s best for me.

Still – I get super impatient when he works late, so sometimes I record video messages to show him what he’s missing. I make sure that nothing gets cut out, that my pussy and my balls are easily on display and tempting. I also make sure to turn around and show him how much I’m swollen in my cage. Even if he’s super focused on work, my boyfriend won’t be able to think of anything else but fucking my eager body after seeing the videos and he’ll just have to come home. Sure, it’s devious, but half of his responsibility in dating a chaste boy is making sure I’m content and milked too. 

Still, I get hornier the more I wait though! I wish I could hump the bed like I used before he locked me up. I have to do something to keep my mind busy until I hear the key in the lock. Now I just look at porn and work myself up more until I’m forced to greet him at the door dripping pre-cum. If you ask me, I think he prefers it that way. :3

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Post is fictional – this boy is so cute!

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I know you’re not supposed to see your other half before the ceremony, but he’s my boy and I was getting antsy after not having seen him all morning. I shooed away the people in his room and locked the door so it was just us in there. I wrapped my arms around his waist and had a quiet moment with him; his skin was warm from standing near the window. 
He murmured into my ear, “You look really sexy in that suit…”
“You want to undress me out of it later?
"Oh yes,” he purred, nuzzling my chin. 
“Then you shall, but don’t get excited now… unless you want a boner in every photo taken out there. That jockstrap is leather, it doesn’t hide much.”
He chuckles. 
“Also it’s because…. your mother. She came..”
“My – my mother? She’s came? She’s here??” he gasped, “How…she said she never wanted to see me again…”
I traced his jawline with my fingers. “Mothers are a particular breed. She thought I was stealing you away for life of sin and debauchery-”
“Well that’s not entirely untrue…”
“Ha, right? -but I just reframed it a little differently for her. I reminded her of her sweet, shy little boy that she always had to come rescue. I told her I wanted to be the one to keep you safe from now on. To watch over you. You know, put the band-aids on.”
“…Jesus. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry…”
I gave him another close hug. “Sorry love. I just thought you should know.”
“Thank you, Aiden,” he sniffled, slipping out of our roles for just a moment, “I know this lifestyle of ours is usually so private but…with her support, this day really feels complete." 
I smile and kiss him on the forehead. "I feel it too. Are you ready to wear my collar?”
“I am. I’m ready,” his voice was on the verge of cracking.
“Alright, then let’s finish getting you dressed. We have an hour. I can’t wait to see how that harness and all that silver jewelry is going to look on you.”

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“You’ve been getting a bit uppity lately boy. Part of me thinks you do it because you love getting a spanking, part of me thinks you’re just getting a little loose since you’ve had so much downtime this holiday season with your family away from your Sir. Need I remind you about the thick leather band around your neck connected to the chains in my hands? Need I remind you who is nearly naked minus a thin jockstrap? And who is wearing a harness and cuffs so I can bind you in anyway I wish? You’re mine boy, you signed that contract. You begged me to sign it, if I recall. I own you and you will behave as such or else there will the discipline you don’t like. I’ll leave it up to your imagination what that is. Now, we’re going to Jaime’s cook-out tonight to celebrate her collaring ceremony and you are not going to embarrass me. Is that clear?”  

“Y…yes sir. Thank you for reminding me of my place sir. Your slave has been tainted by free people for too long. Slave is happiest with you Sir, because you know what is best for it Sir.”

I smiled. “Smart boy. Even though you will always be beneath me, I’m glad we can see eye to eye on some things.”