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Matthew by Robert Colgan

The houseboy is watching his Sir and his friends prepare a deer they shot in the woods. Jesse been sent away so he wouldn’t be upset by the carnal nature of skinning and butchering an animal – guts, blood, bones. Too much gore for him, this is real men’s work. The houseboy’s job will be to cook it for dinner. Yet, Jesse can’t help but watch from the upstairs window curiously…especially since something about seeing his Master in his underwear streaked with blood and holding a knife makes him incredibly horny. He dare not tell his Master about that though, cause then he’d know he was spying. Forbidden arousal is the best arousal though.

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“Wake up boy~”
“NNnnnfff…”
“Come on, it’s your first day of chastity, I want to see how your device is fitting.”
“Mmf.” He rolls onto his side.
I push the sheet up so I can see it then give it an examination. “Good solid fit, no chafing… you got a little space at the end here, do you need a smaller device?”
He wiggles under my touches. “No I need that space for when I get hard,” he murmurs, still not entirely awake.
I chuckle, “No baby that’s not how it works. You’re not getting hard anymore. We talked about this right? Your New Years resolution was to masturbate less.”
“Yeah but…”
“Just because the cage stops expansion outward doesn’t mean your cock will go upward.”
He stares at me. 
“Oh ho you thought that’s how you were going to get away with this. Boy it doesn’t reduce your hard on, it *stops* your hard on. You can’t swell, you can’t grow, you can’t touch yourself, you can only hold the iron rings in your hand and remember that you used to be able to.”
He tries to sit up, sputtering, “But my balls – I need to cum!”
“Baby…” I run my hand over his belly to sooth him, “Do you remember any of our conversation? We talked about this. This is why I got you those new toys for Christmas. Trust me, after I’m done with your training you’ll never want to jerk off again. There are many more exciting ways to milk the cum out of those cute balls of yours.”
“…Really?”
“Yes, and I’m going to try every one.”
He eyes me.. “So ..does that start this morning?”
“No, it only works when you’re very horny so we’re going to wait a couple days-”
-Days??“ he exclaims.
"Did you not pay attention during any of our conversation about this?” I tilted my head. “Yes, days, so you’re dripping pre-cum… trust me, baby, it’ll change your world.”
He glanced down at his cage. “I really do want to stop masturbating so much…but now all I want to do is masturbate..”

“Tut tut. Sit up. Yes like that. On your knees, hands on your lap. Good boy. Here’s your first lesson. Now, you’re going to watch me masturbate and then you’re going to take a cold shower.”
“But…”
“You can suck my cock if you want to, but you’re not getting the key to yours.”
His face contorts at his options, “But…" 
"If you say ‘but’ again I’m going to start putting things in it.”

That got him quiet. He sat there obediently, watching me slowly pleasure myself as his cock pressed against the metal rings. When I hit my climax, he was whimpering and so I let him finish me and clean me off. Already, he was more focused than normal since he wasn’t distracted by his own member. After I pushed him off my sensitive organ, my boy then gave me puppy eyes as if trying to guilt me about this.
“No. You’re staying locked. Now go take that shower.”

He sighed in acceptance and went to go cool down. Went pretty smooth for day one of… oh we’ll see won’t we?

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Post is fictional. Pic submitted to lockndenied.

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“Alright Willard, look a little to the left… good. Good! Gee, thanks for volunteering to model for my photography class Will, I sure do appreciate it. You really make this old bridge more interesting, the colors will sure pop.”

He stood and looked around nervously, “Well you’re my best friend, Peter, but… are we almost done? My mama will scold me good if I turn up with my church shoes and shorts all dirty.”
“…Your mama wore her house shoes to church last week, do you have somewhere you gotta be?” I tilted my head, advancing the film in my Brownie.
“No it’s just…” he stood, rubbed his arms, and looked around. “Peter, I’ve been hearing rumors about you. Queer rumors. Cindy Kate told me you got in trouble at school for kissing a boy at gym.”
“Willard!” I began, my face hot. “That’s all malarkey. You know Cindy Kate is a gossip!”
“I don’t wanna be mistaken for queer, Peter,” he shuffled his feet. “My daddy hates queers and I’m too old to get the belt anymore…lord knows what he’d do to me.”

I lowered my camera, my face furrowed in confusion. “You don’t even know if those rumors are true yet you don’t even want to be seen with me anymore, is that it?”
“Those rumors are true though aren’t they? I’ve known you since we started elementary school together, Willard… you never looked at a girl right. Remember when we found that book of sexy pictures at the library? You spent a lot of time looking at the male ones. And in the locker room I see where your eyes wan-”
I step back as if he’d slapped me, “Peter! I don’t – how can you think that about me? I don’t even know what to say.”  

Peter gave me a hard look. “You haven’t denied it.”
I sigh and ran my fingers through my hair, disturbing the pomade in it, “Fine. Fine. I kissed Freddie in gym, but only cause he asked me to. I might like boys a little bit, but I don’t see what’s wrong about that." 
Peter look betrayed. "I had a feeling. I stood up for you too, told them Freddie was lying but I had a feeling.”

We looked at each-other. Then Peter said something that infuriated me, “..We watched a documentary, you know on the film projector in health class? It said queers are often pedophiliacs… you haven’t done anything like that- have you?”
My jaw dropped and I balled my fists into rage. “Of COURSE not! Peter how could you THINK that about me? That’s lies, that’s what that is! I haven’t had no impure thoughts like that!” I gasped, “Is THAT why you don’t want to be seen with me?”

Peter looked embarrassed, like he knew he’d gone too far. He worked his jaw for a moment then said, “Maybe it’s a good idea if you only use the photographs of me with my shirt on.”

Tears brimmed in my eyes. “You were my best friend,” I said bitterly, stuffing my camera equipment back into my bag. I turned heel and stormed off the abandoned bridge in the other opposite direction we’d come. 
“Peter..!” I heard Williard’s sad voice call out after me after as I left, “Wait please, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“Oh you better not come too close!” I yelled back, still walking, “I might molest you cause you know, all homosexuals can’t control themselves! I’m going to go find me some Boy Scouts and wave my johnson at them!”
“Willard! I’m sorry!”

But by then he was out of earshot. I kept a brisk pace into the town on the other side of the bridge until I found a gas station. I went behind it under a big oak tree, knelt down, and cried into my handkerchief. I felt so stupid to think Peter was my friend, and I felt even more like a dummy for thinking I could use that alone moment to ask him to go to the high school social with me. Gosh, I didn’t understand at all these feelings inside me, and now I had no one left to talk to.

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Post is fictional. Source is listed as “Frederik L by TeeJott.”

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Ollie came home in a sour mood, pissed off after a turn of events at work. His slave X was washing windows when his Master stormed into the door. X quickly set down what he was doing and rushed to kneel in greeting, but Ollie had no patience for such niceties. 

“Face down on the sofa, boy, now.” That tone implied he wanted that done five minutes ago, his deep voice spiky with impatience and rage. 

X was going to say something about how he should probably wash his hands, but sensed it wasn’t so wise. He blurted out a “yes sir” and ran to the sofa to assume the position. By the time he was in place, Ollie was nearly finished shedding his clothing. He climbed up on the sofa and growled, “Your ass better be lubricated, boy." 

"Yes sir but – please Sir, I’m still sore from last night, please be-”
Ollie shoved his boy’s head into the pillows, “I didn’t say you could speak, boy!” Ollie’s cock was so hard he didn’t even have to position it; he pushed into his slave with one hard thrust. Under him, X cried out into the pillow. Ollie did not relent – when he got ticked he got aroused, and he poured every single drop of his temper tantrum into his boy’s ass squeezing like a vice against him.

X’s yelps diminished to whimpers, then low moans as his Master exercised his sore and used hole. Once his body warmed to the intrusion, the pain melted away and intense pleasure filled its void. X just had to remind himself his purpose was to serve his Master, and he was serving now exactly as intended; hell, he should be grateful his Master didn’t take his bad day out on him with the whip. The more X focused on submission, the better it felt to be fucked.

X’s body was the balm to Ollie’s temper. Ollie bellowed like a bull and gushed cum into his slave’s ass, thrusting non-stop even through the climax. When every drop was spent, his frustrations went with it. He exhaled loudly, panting, then went still. He released X’s head so he could breath. X took this moment to utter a “thank you, Sir”. 

Ollie gave that ass a couple sharp smacks then slid off the sofa. He felt…well, wonderful. “Man, William can go step on a lego. Fuck him, just…fuck him” he said to no one in particular. He gave X’s ass another smack then walked over thrust his dick in X’s face. “Clean." 
The slave made eager work of cleaning his Master’s seed off his cock. Well clearly his Master had overlooked his discrepancy of mouthing off earlier if he was allowing him to clean! His Master’s cock tasted of lubricant he’d applied an hour ago and his warm seed; X could have sucked on it forever. When Ollie was satisfied, he grunted and pulled it away. He then dressed in silence.

X was watching him from the sofa. When his Master got to his shoes, he gave his slave another order, "Plug your sloppy ass then get back to those windows or I’m gonna piss all over them and make you lick them clean.” He then grabbed his keys and left the house.

X blinked. Well, whatever just happened, his Master was clearly in a much better mood now. X was pleased. He had been a bit anxious, but by quickly putting aside his own pointless problems, he allowed his beloved Master some peace of mind. Good. X hoped whatever was going on his Master’s life was resolved soon. He quickly went for a plug then got back to the windows, humming as he worked, ignoring his cock pushing against his chastity cage like always.

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For Sean it’s work as much as it it play – he takes his job of teaching formerly straight studs the wonder of getting properly penetrated very seriously. The first impression is what matters, they need to see how hard they get and how it looks to see a cock thrust in and out of them so they associate it with their pleasure, so he holds up their heads no matter how tired his arm gets. Sean has a spotless track record for this reason – not a single client has reverted to being 100% straight.

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Post is fictional. Source is timtales.com.

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Here, one of the house slaves has been called to the sauna to serve guests. His cute butt is getting some attention.

You can always tell which boys are owned property here because they’re all tagged with barcodes and RFID chips. It tracks guest activities yes, but it also tracks the boys’ movements around the compound so no boy gets kidnapped and no boy escapes his contract early. Could have used collars, sure, but the owners needed someway to monitor their stock and keep them totally naked. Win/win.

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Well, I mean a frat party is good, if you like your blowjobs with a hefty side of self-doubt. Which can be nice, don’t get me wrong—what they lack in technique they make up for in lack of technique; there’s something to be said for a guy being so driven to put your dick in his mouth even though he obviously has no fuckin’ clue what he’s doing. Plus—okay, feeling hung as hell is a cheap pleasure, so sue me—it makes ‘em easier to choke, makes it easier to feel their throats close down on what must feel to them like some righteously monstrous shaft.

And sure, some guys like to cruise the Queer Student Assosh meetings, which is cool. There’s something else to be said—usually just “uggghhh, fuck yes, more”—for a boy who knows what he’s doing, for being not his first dick but his fortieth, for having him look up at you hungrily as he sweeps his tongue over your head and tries to make you cum from the balls of your feet. There’s something to be said for being eaten like a fat kid eats pie.

But, nah man, I’m telling you: The best place to find the truly excellent cocksuckers—the ones who work for it, the ones who pray for it, the ones who thank you for it by wiping their cummy faces with the back of their arms and then blushing so fuckin’ cute when you tell them they missed a spot—is the library.

I was part of that secret club of boys loitering around library for a chance to pleasure another man. We called ourselves the 306 boys, because in the Dewey Decimal system, 306 is gay and lesbian non-fiction code. You just had to cruise down that aisle between the walls of books and wait. You could always spot the newbies – tops and bottoms both – because they’d be nervous and weird, but the experts were casual browsers and we only knew who was who because of repeat visits. When a man wanted a blowjob, he’d look at you, you’d look at them. Since there’s no talking in the library, we had to get creative. One of us would pull a book out a little and push it back in. If the other was interested, they’d do the same. Tops always picked a higher shelf than the bottoms, so there was no confusion.

Then, once you landed your man, you’d both sneak off and do the deed. My friends and parents thought I was such an excellent student because I spent so much time in the library… if only they knew I couldn’t study for more than a hour with dreaming of sucking cock. So many horny college guys, both straight and gay, so little time.

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I walk out into the backyard to skim the pool and am alarmed to find someone skinnydipping in it “…And who the hell are you?” I demand.
“Me? I am Blaž, foreign exchange student. From Croatia.”
“Foreign… that’s you?” I gasp. I knew he was coming today, but I was expecting some gawky teenager dressed in ill fitting, 80s clothing like he just stepped out of the Eastern bloc. Not a hunky blond Hugo Boss model.
He furrows his brow at my reaction. “It not ok I’m in pool? It very hot today. Ms. Hartford said ok.”
“No no…. it’s ok. It’s more than ok. Matter of fact… mind if I join you? Just let me get my goggles. Wanna be able to see underwater…”