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k-wame:

Dαяιυs Fεя∂үηαη∂ + Hεcтσя Dε Sιℓvα
Tнε Wεεкεη∂ Aωαү Pт. 3

Your boyfriend’s on a two week business trip and has put you into chastity for safekeeping so you don’t wear yourself out when he’s gone. A week later and you miss not just him, you miss male company. You crave intimacy. So you go out to a bar and bring home a pretty brunet who is curious about that hard bulge in your jeans. Your boyfriend expects this, and you’re allowed to do what you want as long as you’re horny for your man when he comes home.

As you crawl onto the lap of this new brunet, he wraps his arms around you and begins to kiss your torso.

His lips find their way to your nipple and he latches on to your pec. You moan softly as with every lick, bolts of lightning zap down to your aching, throbbing crotch. You stroke the back of his neck. His arm is firm and you enjoy squeezing the muscle there. His arm is wrapped around your waist, anchoring you. You feel safe, secure.
This is a good catch, and you are pleased with yourself. He’s not just going to nut and leave – he wants to take his time with you. Which is good, more time with a male body against yours is what you crave. But you’re also impatient.

You grind against his lap as a hint. His slides his hand down your ass and runs his fingers down the crease of your ass. You shudder and whine. All you’ve succeeded in doing is making yourself hornier and more impatient.
“I need you to fuck me,” you beg. You grind against him again. “It feels huge, I want it in me, like right fucking now.”
He chuffs air out of his nose and looks up at you momentarily. “You’ll wait. What choice do you have?”

You gasp softly. Fuck, why did being spoken to like that make you even hornier? How embarrassing. When he begins to suck on your other pec, you keen when his tongue flicks over your nipple and your jeans feel soaked. Relieving the pressure does nothing for your arousal.
The brunet pulls his lips off of you and blows on your wet skin. You shudder – full body. “Oh my god,” you croak. Every nerve feels like it’s been turned up to 11.
He moves his other hand to cup you between the legs, as if testing something. He unzips your jeans, sticks his hand in, and fishes your cock and balls out there. It’s a struggle to them out of the zipper; the rough cold metal of the zipper rubs against your balls and you can’t tell if you like or hate it. Everything is damp and sticky.
“Oh, it’s just pre. looks like you didn’t actually cum. Your balls are still pretty heavy.”
“I haven’t cum in a week!”
He doesn’t seem to have heard you. To your shock, he tucks everything back in and zips you back up. “We’ll get to this later after you suck me off.”
“Later? Don’t you know how bad I need to cum?” You protest. It’s only after the words leave your mouth do you realize what’s slipped out. He raises an eyebrow at you as if to say – what a silly boy.
You’re going to die of embarrassment. Lock up makes you dumb.
“I thought you wanted to be fucked. You know those aren’t exclusive right?” the brunet says.
“I want to be fucked,” you agree quickly. Cause you could possibly cum if he fucks you – it’s possible. Deep down you know that only a week into chastity, the likelihood of having an anal orgasm is almost 0. But not quite zero. And you cling to that. “I want to suck you off, I just- I just need your cock,” you plead. “In any way.”

“When I’m done with your torso, you’ll suck me off.” And that’s the end of the conversation. He returns to your nipples and teasing your hole, and you return to whimpering in his lap, helpless.

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nankmood:

“You have such pretty eyes. Man, it turns me on even more to see you blush while sucking my cock! Thought I couldn’t be harder than I am. Damn, you’re really good at this, by the way. Glad I trusted my instincts. Never had my boss at a job get so flustered around me before. We should continue to get along real well after this. And how lucky for you, the floor is so dusty, no one is going to question why the knees on your jeans are always going to be white.”

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Hughes held onto Aiden’s collar firm, making eye contact the whole time he was pounding his body. He pushed up on his toes and with a grunt, filled Aiden with three days of seed. He remained there for longer than Aiden was expecting, pumping out an endless amount of cum. “Nnng! Fuck, that feels good!” With a sigh of contentment, he pulled out and stripped off the condom. He tied it off. “Hate we have to wear these. Would love to put my load up in you. You’re a good fuck.” He threw it in the trash.
“Thank you, Sir,” Aiden said.
“If I see your Master around, I’ll let him know what a good lay you are.” Hughes gave Aiden’s flank two pats of appreciation and then left.

As he exited, someone else Aiden didn’t know that well caught the door and came in.
“God, thought he would never finish,” the new man grumbled. He unzipped his leather pants, rolled on a condom, grabbed the lube, and pushed up Aiden’s thighs. Aiden sucked in air through his teeth as he was penetrated – this man had a wide mushroom head and it stretched him until it popped in.
“That’s a good boy,” the man murmured as he sank into Aiden. He didn’t take long – he jack rabbited it for an intense minute and suddenly exploded into the condom.
Aiden could feel the heat of it and he gasped. “Woah.”
“Yeah, I told you I needed that,” the man sneered. He pulled out slowly and Aiden hissed when that thick head slid out of his hole again.
He didn’t leave the room right away. Instead, he cupped and fondled Aiden’s balls. Aiden whimpered; they were so sensitive and full. Sensing his squirming, the man switched to handling and inspecting his chastity cage. “Fuck, this so hot. Someone is lucky they got to collar and lock you first.”
“I am lucky Sir,” Aiden said in a breathless voice. “Thank you for using my hole Sir.”
“I can tell you like it. Look at you leaking now. Hot. I’ll be back for sure.” He threw the condom in the trash and left.

To Aiden’s surprise, another hand caught the door when the man left.
“Oh hi Master,” Aiden said as a familiar form came into the room.
Master Newman was eating fries out of a fast food bag. “Hello boy. You know, someone stopped me in the hallway right now to give your praises.”
“Oh they did Sir?” Aiden asked. He was looking at his Master from between his spread knees.
“They did. Very nice to hear that. You earned yourself this bison burger that’s for sure. Sit up and go wash your hands. After you eat, I’ll clean you up and inspect you.”
Aiden groaned as he sat up. “Thank you Sir, I am really hungry.”
“How many did you take?” Master Newman peered into the trashcan. “Oh quite a few.” Master cupped the back of Aiden’s head and gave him a salty kiss. “Good boy. Go wash up.”
Aiden smiled. “Yes Sir, thank you Sir. Will I get your load later Sir? It’s so frustrating feeling the heat of cum without feeling the wetness of it…”
“You will. Need to milk you a bit and edge you, and you’ll get my cock at the end of it.”
“Will I get to cum?”
“Nope,” Master Newman smirked.
Aiden groaned. “Fuck Sir, to be honest, I want your cock more than I want this burger or to have an orgasm Actually, I think I could cum just from you fucking me.”
Master Newman raised an eyebrow. He looked pleased. “Good. You should always want your Master’s cock. But before you get it, you need nutrition first. I won’t have you passing out on me when I have you strung up on the ceiling. Go. Wash.”
It was hard to argue with that. “Yes Sir.” Aiden’s stomach grumbled in agreement.

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During the pool party, James found himself with a rather uncomfortable erection. Just being around a lot of hot guys in tight wet shorts made him horny as hell. So James requested the services of the host’s boy and was soon escorted to the guest room.
Davey was pleased that a man needed him this early in the day. He helped James off with his shorts – and gasped. “Goodness, how were you hiding this in your shorts? I couldn’t tell at all!”
James chuckled. “I’m a grower, what can I say.”
“That you are,” Davey murmured. “Must be so uncomfortable.” He kneeled between James’ knees. “I’ll take good care of this for you.” He wrapped his hands around the elongated shaft. “Oh it’s so hard,” he murmured in awe.

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chavinspace2:

That’s how you do it

From Brian’s perspective, a fuck is a wasted opportunity if you’re not using your  body to remind these fags where their place is. Step one, put them in a submissive position. Step two, pound them hard. Step three, leave them wet and full of your seed. The sense of contentment they will feel all day will keep them coming back.

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exprof:

“You know why you’re being punished right?”
“Yes sir. Because of what I said to Mark.”
“Yes, boy. Because of that. But I am more upset that you have made me punish you, because as mean as it was, that insult was a hell of a zinger. It was damn accurate and Mark was annoying all of us.”
“Thank you Sir,” Julian says.
“But, being rude to other men, especially men you were serving at my home, is not behavior I will tolerate or enforce.”
Julian sighs. “I understand Sir. I considered there would be repercussions before I said it.”
I chuff air through my nose. It’s so hard not to smile. “I’m glad you said it though. I enjoyed watching John snort beer out of his nose at Mark’s reaction to what you said.”
Julian looks pleased.
I cup his jaw. “I’m glad you understand.” I kiss him deeply and palm the back of his head. “I love you, boy. Now fetch me my paddle and the spiked ball parachute.”
Julian hesitates, processing if the repercussions were worth it. His gaze rises to meet my stern expression. “Um, yes Sir. Right away Sir.”
“Good boy.” I don’t tell him that if he takes his punishment well, it’ll be balanced by the sweetness of reward for the risk he took. In this case, he’ll get to finish himself by rutting against my lap. I look forward to feeling that heat and wetness soak through my jeans, and I begin to harden at the thought of it.

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kevinfeiges:

Dillon Buck and Junior Stellano | MENatPLAY’s Office Junior

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Stelios grunted. He stormed out of the office. His face was red to his collar bone. “Oh lord,” Greg muttered. He pointed at Lee. “You stay there.” He left the office and chased after Stelios.

“Stel!”
Stelios was just pacing in the empty hallway clenching his fists.
“Stel,” Greg said as he jogged up to him. “Don’t – don’t punch anything. You know how your hand is.”
Stelios huffed loudly and threw his jacket half off his back. “Just – fuck! We’re right back at the start aren’t we? I actually thought we were making progress. After all that therapy, all that time we spent, that it was actually getting through to him.”
“It was working, and it was helping,” Greg reminded him.
“Well, clearly it wasn’t!” Stelios shouted. “And it’s fine now, he’s 16. But this is how it starts, Greg. Lee’s going to get some form of suspension, I just know it. He’s going to be disconnected from his studies. Maybe he’ll catch up. But we’re not going to be there when he’s 18, 19, 20. Off at college. He gets into another fight, he goes to jail. If we can’t control this now we …christ, Greg, we’ve failed him.” Stel’s voice hitched. He covered his mouth and turned to the wall.
Greg parted his lips but only a sigh came out. He walked over to Stel and pulled him back around and into a hug. The man’s body was hot against his. “We haven’t failed him. Lee has been doing amazing. He’s happy, he’s got friends, he’s making good grades. We made it through puberty without him putting us in the hospital. Or biting us. He even likes his therapist.”
“Yeah. I guess.”
“You need to give us credit for what we’ve accomplished,” Greg said in a soothing voice in Stelios’s ear.
“But what if it’s for nothing?” Stelios whispered.
“It’s not for nothing. Are you telling me we adopted him for nothing, that we didn’t change the course of his life for the better at all?”
A pause. “Well…no.”
“And remember how the principal told us that this wasn’t unprovoked. He was defending a girl being bullied.”
“That doesn’t excuse it though. We don’t want to tell him some fighting is acceptable.”
“No, but we can discipline him without it signaling a collapse of his therapies. Actually, I think it’s a sign his therapies are working.”
Stelios scoffed.
“How?”

He stepped back from the hug, but he was standing only a foot apart from Greg.
“Because Lee tried to get them to stop with words. He told someone to get a teacher. He took steps to try and resolve the bully picking on that girl. But the bully shoved him, and so he swung. An over reaction? Maybe. But he didn’t just hit that kid unprovoked. It’s progress.”

Stelios exhaled. “Maybe, but it’s still fighting. I dreaded this call would come. If that bully…what’s his name? Ryan? If his nose is really broken, it could be expensive.”
“We have good health care and insurance. We could make Lee pay back the co-pay installments, to help teach him the impact of this.”
Stelios looked at his husband. “Why are you so good at this parenting thing?”
Greg snorted. “Cause I have a good partner I can trust to do it with me.”
Stelios lowered his gaze to the floor. “I don’t feel like a good partner right now. I just feel mostly angry.”

Greg folded his arms. “Like you could fight someone?”
“What?”
“Like Paul Costanza?”
Stelios got a deer in headlight look and then the color came back, not up his neck, but just on his cheeks. “Nope. Nothing. Nada. No recollection.”
Greg chuckled. “You don’t remember how you thought he was assaulting me in that bar? Cause he was fucking me pressed me against the fence in that alley, and I was wailing like I was in distress?”
“I plea the 5th.”
“You never met me, yet you tried to protect my honor. It was cute, although your intentions were a tad misplaced.”
“Greg,” Stelios said helplessly.
Greg chuckled to himself. “Can’t believe that’s how we met.”

Stelios nodded. “Me neither. I remember next time I saw you at that bar, I apologized and asked how I could make it up to you. And you told me I needed to finish off where I got interrupted.”
Greg tilted his head. “Ok I forgot how slutty I was back then.”
A smile appeared on Stelios’s face. “The right amount. Also you still sound like you’re in distress sometimes.”
Greg coughed. “Hush.”
“The only time you’re quiet is when I kiss you. Remember that, us standing on the patio of that bar?” Stelios put his hand on Greg’s shoulder and caressed him down over his pecs. “You ran your fingers up my neck when we kissed, and you drove me nuts.”
Greg pressed his hand to the back of Stelio’s neck and moved his fingertips into his hairline. “Like this?”
“Y-yeah…”

Stelios leaned forward as Greg kissed him. The white hot anger dissolved away, and soon his muscles relaxed. When they parted for air, Greg pushed forward, seeking Stelios’s lips and the taste of him. Stelios couldn’t remember the last time they really just made out like this, like they used to. Sex seemed to be so brief these days. God, it had been so good back then, when they were young and naive and horny. They’d fuck and then splay on the bed, talking and dreaming of starting a family. And now here was the future, and they did have a family. A happy, functioning one. Greg was right. This fight really wasn’t that big of a deal. Lee would be fine, and they would be fine. This was just a hiccup of raising a teenager with a rough start in life.

They parted again. Greg moved in, but Stelios put his hand on his chest. “We’re um, making out in the hallway of our son’s high school.”
It was Greg’s turn to blush. “Oh. Right. The principal is probably wondering where we went.”
“We should get back,” Stelios agreed. “But um, we should pick up where we left off when we get home.”
“Can I undress you out of your suit?”
“Only if I can undress you.”
“Deal.” Greg smiled and straightened Stelio’s jacket. “Feel better?”
“Yeah. I’m glad I didn’t punch a wall.”
“Me too.” Greg snuck a little kiss in. They walked back to the principal’s office, holding hands, to go sort out their son and bring him home.

When they walked back into the office, Lee was sitting in a chair outside the principal’s office. He looked up at his parents. “Are you going to unadopt me?”
Greg shouldn’t have laughed, but it was just so unexpected.
Stelios palmed Lee’s shaved head. “Not on your life, kid. Sorry, we love you, you’re stuck with us.”
“Even though I screwed up?”
“Even though you screwed up.“
“Screwing up is how we met actually,” Greg added.
“Really?“ Lee responded.
“Yep. Come on, let’s go find out what your punishment is, and then we’re going home ok?”
“Ok,” Lee nodded. He looked exhausted. Defeated. His stomach grumbled.
“You wanna get McDonalds on the way home?”
“Yes,” Lee squeaked. His eyes were all wet.
“Ah, kid. Come here.”
Lee stood up and Greg hugged him. Stelios patted him on the back, then went go to talk to the principal. It was just a hiccup, he reminded himself. Life would go on, and he had a good evening ahead to look forwarded to – French fries and French kissing.

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Donde Hubo Fuego (High Heat) 
1×23 “Si no son míos, no serán de nadie”

Nico strolls into the shower room of the gym. There are eyes on him, and his eyes are on others. This is his hunting ground. There are men who look by accident, men who look on purpose, and men who don’t look at all, and Nico has to filter them out with only a glance. He’s looking for the right man with the right roaming gaze, the right way of presentation. The right man wants Nico to come over into his stall. The sex will be loud and public to anyone who comes in, but it is the natural way of things. It’s in defined territories such as these where men rank and sort themselves.
Nico also catches the attention of other men who are also hunting an outlet for lust. He is in direct competition with them, although they may not be after the same thing exactly.

Nico doesn’t view these men as a threat however, he views them as game. No sweeter victory than turning your supposed equal into a breeding conquest.

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You can only tell your boy so many times that the reason he’s frustrated during sex is because he keeps jerking off like a madman and cumming before you get halfway finished, and that’s why your cock stops feeling like magic inside of him. You were starting to feel like a broken record scolding him for masturbating, cause he never stops once he starts, and frankly you weren’t particularly keen on bringing shouting matches into your lovemaking.

So you told your boy to “just humor you this once” by not jerking at all, and instead, to just hold his cock and balls out of the way so he can focus on the slow build of toward ecstasy as you work his hole and prostate. He has to give you time to create that magic, dammit. It takes time to make that smile appear on this face.

He has absolutely no idea you’re planning to lock his cock up after this nonsense, but you can’t jump to that point without ending up in a shouting match either. It takes time. Eventually he’ll arrive at the same conclusion as you, that sex will just be better if he keeps his hands off his cock. And once you agree on that logical train of thought, that’s when you’ll bring in the sleeve and the lock. He won’t have much ground to stand on in terms of protesting, and if he pushes back…well, you’ll ask him to “just humor you this once”. Of course, it won’t entirely be a suggestion. Daddy always knows what‘s best for his boy.

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