A well-trained slave! A model for any aspiring sub. Nude, excellent posture, chin up, eyes forward, and on his toes ready to stand at any order. I don’t know what to say about the Dr. Seuss tattoo though except that I hope this boy’s slave name is Green Eggs and Ham.
Aww, look how comfy he is. He’s totally hit his zen spot.
A popular sorority at Mayburn University had thrown an LGBT support & awareness party and it was the place to be that Friday night. With so many different sexualities mingling in one place, it was also the number one spot to get laid. Xavier went there with that intention. He had a huge crush on the vice president of the Gay Student Alliance, Jeremy, but was too shy to ask him out of fear of rejection and a short list of experience. Xavier had a beer to loosen up, and even found a little courage to flirt with him. Inspired by his own boldness, he flirted harder, and harder, until he was grinding against Jeremy’s thigh as dance music blared.
By the time midnight rolled around, Xavier was beginning to grow exasperated that his crush hadn’t made a move on him yet. Not even an ass grab! He bitched to his friend Lindsay about what he was doing wrong. Lindsay, in all her intoxicated wisdom, yelled over the music, “Just ask him to fuck, Jesus!” and them stumbled off to find that cheerleader she’d been eyeing earlier. Xavier watched her go, stunned. Well that was… that might just work.
He found Jeremy downing a glass of cup of water in the kitchen, all flushed from dancing in the hot living room. Xavier marched right up to him, kissed him hard, then stated, “I want you fuck me.” It sounded fierce, but his hands were trembling. Jeremy’s eyes went wide. He’d been flattered by Xavier’s attention that evening, but had been unsure if the man was humping him because of alcohol or because of actual interest. That solved that question. “Really?”
“Yes. I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since like last semester.”
“….You got a condom?”
“Jeremy, this is a sorority house. There’s condoms fucking everywhere.”
They slipped upstairs, shedding clothes as they went. They made it into an empty bedroom and fell to the floor, grinding away at each-other. Jeremy found condoms and baby oil in the bathroom. He dove back to the floor, eager to get his hands on Xavier’s erect thick cock and body toned from tennis. God, he had the cutest testicles he’d ever seen..
They had sex right there on the carpet, door half open, in plain view of any giggly party-goers who were trying to find the coat room. Jeremy didn’t care though. Being in buried in Xavier’s vice-like ass was heaven.
At around 4 am, Lindsay went to find her long-lost cohort. She found him and Jeremy spooning, naked on the bedroom floor, completely zonked out. She took a picture and left them there to sleep.
chasteslvdog: Slave’s body is now reprogrammed to show his “hard on” most of the…
Slave’s body is now reprogrammed to show his “hard on” most of the time during a day. In other words, I am feeling orgasm constantly from Sir without interruption. Different from myself in the past, now I need concentration and deep breath to release my hard on. In any case I am distracted, my erects within less than 3 seconds. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for training me to stay prepared for your joy. I am going to show my obedience to you, treat your property as you like.
Today, I got so used to work in the office without underwear. My penis is always touching my thigh, where I can feel the dripping pre-cum. My penis was dripping when I talked to my coworker in his cube. My penis was dripping when I was walking with my coworker to cafe. My penis was dripping when I was riding the shuttle. My penis was dripping when I was having lunch in panda express. And my penis is still dripping when I am posting, and waiting for Sir. And with Sirs permission, I am tasting my dripping pre-cum now.
Fuuuuuuuuck damn.
My stepbrother Grant was not my favorite person. Our parents hadn’t married until we were both seniors in High School, and we tended to be competitive. When we went to the University, we were forced to stay in the same apartment. Our blended parents reasoned that there was no point in paying for 2 separate places.
He started in almost immediately, naked in front of me at every opportunity. I didn’t know if he was really sure I was Gay, but he seemed to be daring me to do something. It was a game of chicken, with my giving in to my lust on one side and his teasing me on the other. He would get up and shower and put on his shirt, then brush his teeth, or sit on the couch in an open robe, things like that.
We were actually having a good time one night, drinking and smoking a little weed. It was summer, and so hot we were just sitting in the kitchen in athletic shorts, doing shots. I looked him dead in the eye. “Dude, what is it with you waving your ass in my face all the time? You think I’m going to just go for it because you show it off?”
HIs voice was heavy with whisky: “No, man. I was just trying to get you to fuck. I thought about making a pass, but I was afraid you’d reject me.” I listened incredulously, and very slowly our hands were on each others legs, thighs, crotches. I touched his muscled chest and ran my fingers over his nipples and into his armpits. I kissed his mouth until he kissed back. His hands were on my back, running down the back of my shorts. His fingers teased my moist, tight hole.
His skill at touching another man overwhelmed me. After that, Grant and I were very close, bonded for life. You can see a man, even naked, a million times and never really understand what’s in front of you.
This is smokin’ hot. Also, I love how the jock in this photo is standing on the balls of his feet to show off that ass better.
Our school would not allow gay couples at prom… so drove out to the sea with some pilfered alcohol and cheap plastic crowns we found at the dollar store instead. It was uncharacteristically hot for that time of the year, so we stripped off our shirts and had a slow dance to music playing from his car speakers. He let me rest my head on his shoulder, my chest pressed to his, and we danced like that for hours until our legs ached. Then, he laid me down on a blanket in the back of his truck and made love to me for the first time. The stars were beautiful that night.
I’m a bisexual nudist, but my roommate Akira’s so straight-laced he makes a corset look conservative. Yet, he didn’t mind responding to my ad on Craigslist for a discounted room. Said my nudity was my own business.
As he settled in, we developed an odd sort of friendship. Then, the prank wars began. He started it, but I had to end it. It was worried I couldn’t come up with a good finale, but the joke presented itself. Akira would often walk around or watch TV after a shower wearing a towel around his waist for like an hour, which was comical to me as he was such a prude. It was the perfect revenge prank. Akira had incredible reflexes though, so for two months I was unable to snipe the tightly tucked fabric.
I decided that my tactics weren’t working and it was time to shift into a one-man assault team. On a Wednesday afternoon, everything fell into place. I overheard him talking to his girlfriend on the phone, saying that sure! she can come over now. I watched him….yes…yes…yes! as he went to go take a shower. The bathroom for his room was right off the hallway, so I had a good view from my desk in my room.
I grabbed my weapon and waited patiently outside the bathroom door. Ten minutes later, he opened it and – WOMF! I hit him smack in the chest with a sham pillow. Akira yelped and put up his hands in defense, and in that moment of weakness I yanked on his towel. It’s down! I finally got it! Aw, it’s a cute penis. Akira looked up at me at shock. I was grinning like a fat kid in a candy store. “Prank war over, victory is mine!”
“I’m going to kill you!” he screamed at me, taking a moment to pick up his towel before chasing me around the apartment. “You are so dead!” He tried to snap my legs with the towel, but when that didn’t work he threw it at me. Unbeknowst to me, Akira had a little wrestling experience back in high school and had no problem tackling me to the floor in the living room. I was still laughing so hard I was almost crying.
We tussled for a bit, but then I rolled over onto my back and he took that moment to pin my arms to the carpet, looming over me on all fours. Checkmate. “You lose,” he said a bit breathlessly, but his words seemed unfocused. My laughter died off. He looked at me, I looked at him. The air was heavy with the scent of his soap and my sweat. I was also half erect from all the excitement. He noticed it, then sat on my thighs so he could take the weight off his hands. I didn’t say a thing as he began to stroke me. It felt rather nice actually. I just rested there still, watching Akira pet my chub, listening to my breath quicken. By the time I was fully hard he was too. He pushed his hips forward so our straining cocks were parallel. Akira’s eyes were glazed as he began to rub us with both hands with quick, dainty motions.
I had had intercourse before, and lots of experience with foreplay, but at moment I had never experience a more sexy, carnal moment between two almost-strangers. I groaned and bit my lip; I was close. We were making so much pre-cum that Akira kept losing his grip. “I’m..I’m coming,” I hissed and with a moan, ejaculated onto my stomach. Akira came a moment later while sliding his cock against my own. It was then that he seemed to swim out of the fog, first staring incredulously at the mess on his hand before switching his gaze to me in surprise.
Before Akira could say anything to explain away what had just happened, the doorbell rang. His girlfriend was early.
chasteslvdog: Sir, Please let me cum, Sir……..
The slave has been locked by hypnosis for 5 days without cum till now. I was having 80% hard on for 80% of time in the office, and feeling constantly dripping inside my pants. I wanted to cum so much that I didn’t care if my coworkers noticed my hard on.
By hypnosis, slave has been programmed to…
Such a good boy – wet and horny, but he still doesn’t lose focus.
Good mornin, beautiful. That’s a nice cat stretch. Showin’ off your chastity belt for me? Your balls look nice and full. Come over here, let me see if you’ve leaked any during the night. Mmm yes, you’re quite sticky. Let me get you a pee pad so you can relieve yourself and I’ll just clean you up all once. Ah ah no protesting, I know what’s best. Be good, and I’ll let you suck me under the table while I eat breakfast. I’ll be right back.
A selection from Saude & MacMillian’s Behaviors of the Gay Male textbook, page 49:
Here, we see a young teen slut that has won the attention of a slightly older male. He drew him in with loud moans as he humped a pillow on this sofa, then once the male sat, he quickly crawled onto his lap to continue rubbing against his thigh. This older one has accepted the proposition and has pushed down his underwear to place a hand on his ass. This sends a signal to any other men that might be around that this slut is his. He begins the sexual courtship by kissing. If the kissing style pleases the slut, then the slut will hint this by placing his partner’s hand over his penis and beg him to pet it. This one might be too young to offer his virginity yet, but bouts of play like this give boys an idea of who they will let breed them when they are ready.