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It sets back the schedule to take time to punish a work slave, but when a lapse in judgement results in broken materials and nearly injures another boy, there is no discussion – it must be done pronto. Truth is? Every slave makes this type of mistake twice. Smart ones make it once. The trick is not to get complacent, zone out, or get distracted, which can be difficult when one is made to do repetitive hard labor all day. A good slave knows to keep his mind as well as his hands busy and his attention focused. If not, he’ll at least have a reminder to be much more careful next time. At least no one had to go to the hospital this time, no one got hurt. Well, besides the slave boy but …really, now. It will sting, but a whipping doesn’t count as true hurt.

Not compared to the cane, anyway…

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“Now that you have set the time and the date, you can now change the light settings using the LED button. It comes with five different settings, which can be programmed to rotate or flash. To begin this, hold down the LED button until it blinks twice and….” Andy lifts his head. “Babe are you paying attention?”
“…What?” I force myself to look at this handsome, scruffy face. “What? Oh. Nope. Cant’ say I am.”
“Why not?” Andy asks, looking annoyed I’m not sharing his fascination with the new electronic toy he’s got. As a professional DJ, he has a lot of techy things I don’t quite understand. I’m only interested in toys that use batteries and go between his legs.

I give him a little smile. “I think you know why I’m not paying attention.”
“Why?” he asks with a huff.
I point to his butt. “Cause your ass is out of this world.”
Andy stares at me with this blank look of you-did-not-just-say-that combined with men-think-about-sex-every-five-seconds-don’t-they. As in, he wants to be mad at me but he is more amused than anything.
I can’t help myself either. “Your butt has universal appeal. You put the ass in asteriod. You make me want to take off my Kuiper belt, launch my rocket, and have a Big Bang in Ur-”
“Don’t. You. Dare.” Andy interrupts, pointing at me with an accusatory finger.
I’m trying not to laugh. He is so hot when he’s irritated. A smile splits my face. “Ok. Fine. Buuuut…Babe,” I insist. “you gotta admit, your ass is fucking fine as hell. I mean, goddamn, even Pluto way out there can see dat ass is …nfff fine. Damn distracting.”
“Pluto isn’t a planet,” Andy reminds me gently, blushing a little under the praise.
“Your ass could be,” I continue. “I mean, damn Andy, you gotta be careful or SpaceX is gonna try colonize it one of these days!”

Andy gave me a blank look. “Hold on.” He tosses the manual down, then gets up from the bed in a flash and runs out of the room.
“Wh…what? Where are you going?” I ask, perplexed.
He came back, holding a tape recorder. “Say that line again.”
“Uh…” I lean into the tape record. “SpaceX is going to try and colonize it one of these days?”
Andy clucks. “No no, say it the way you said it before! And put “ass” in there somewhere, and put the damn part in front.”
“Damn, Andy, your ass could be planet. You better be careful or SpaceX is going to colonize it one day!”
He looks excited. “Yes, now say it again but say babe instead of ‘Andy’.”

I humor him with a couple more takes until he’s happy, then he bolts from the room again. I follow him to his studio where he’s already uploading the track to his software. 
“What are you doing?” I ask. Everything on his screen is unintelligible to me.
“I was like 90% done mixing this new track and it just needed a vocal sample, and I could not fucking find one. What you said was perfect. It’s gonna fit so well.”
“Are you going to put it on SoundCloud?”
He looks at me for a second. “Yeah, why?”
I fold my arms. “Am I getting royalties for this?” I tease.

Andy raises an eyebrow at me. “How about if you give me two hours to do this, I’ll let you sit in my lap and rub your crotch against mine while you squeeze my ass and kiss me until we come? Then we can talk about paperwork ok babe?”
“Uh…….. ya know what, I am totally totally ok with that. You just have to be wearing that pair of underwear still.”
“You really like my space underwear huh.”
I grin. “I will like it better when it looks like the Milky Way inside.”

Andy groans and throws a stress ball at me. I catch it, laughing, and then leave him be. It was a long two hours of waiting, but when I came back with a snack and a drink and me in a jockstrap, I had 100% of Andy’s attention.

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Text is fictional. The OP that uploaded this is not the owner of the picture… this model has a Tumblr and I’ve used some of his images before. If anyone can remind me who he is, that’d be great. I think he’s Italian. Edit: It’s @bahamvt.

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Fuck yes, move that body, put on a show for your man, show off. You know you love the attention

If I could actually make coherent noises right now that weren’t mostly vowels or an array of moans, I would say to you that you’re either an idiot or naiive. I really think you’re just naiive. Do you not realize I’m not acting here? That it’s not a dance, or a performance. I’m not undulating around on the floor to appease you or to prop up your already puffed ego. I’m not being generous and trying to hide displeasure from an underwhelming fucking by over-compensating. 

I’m not moving like this on my own. My body is moving beyond the control of my mind, on its own, in response to the pleasure you are giving me. The way you fill me with your pillar of a cock and press your weight to my back side makes me hornier than a doe in heat. Did you notice I”m only half hard? I’m losing my mind here just by the way you’re stimulating my prostate. I can’t sit still, I can’t run away. This lust courses through my veins with no where to go, no way to disperse. Yet, I want more, oh god so much more, and I want it harder and deeper and slower and god do everything you can to me.

Do you think being on this floor on my knees is comfortable? You think I can’t smell the Pinesol under my nose? Don’t you realize none of it matters, because you’re fucking me so well that my brain has turned off that feedback so it can focus on the more interesting stuff? And it is interesting. It’s also driving me insane. Don’t say stupid shit to me while I’m in ecstasy. Mostly because I don’t want you to cheapen yourself. Why? Right now you are a God to me. Fucking act like it.

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Donovan came out of the club because one of his friends had told him he’d left his lights on. When he saw the faggot on his car hood, he sighed. The lights probably attracted him. Damn. Wait that meant that there were shoe prints on the hood of his Rover! Donovan felt the vein in his forehead twitch. Faggots were so  troublesome, their desperation for a hot fuck and the attention of men made them oblivious to how some of their behavior affected others. Some bros were standing in a cluster on the sidewalk, watching the faggot twerk his ample bottom on the hood of his Rover. Sigh. This one was an attention whore too. Well, he had a nice body at least.

“HEY faggot,” Donovan shouted, rolling up his sleeves.
The young man froze and looked over his shoulder. The wide-eyed look was a force. They wanted to be caught and punished. They all did. 
“What the fuck you think you’re doing on my car? Did you pay for that car? No! Get off of that car!”
The faggot quickly slid off the hood, holding his pants up with one hand.

Donovan swooped in and pinned the faggot to the hood of the car, much like a cop who was arresting someone.
“Who said you could put your shoe prints on my car?”
“I – I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t think about that Sir I just – I just-”
“Yeah I know, you’re horny right?”
He whimpers. “So horny Sir. I saw that your lights were on and thought you’d be out soon so I tried to look sexy-”
“Shut up,” I barked, annoyed. “Take your shirt off.”
“Yes sir,” he quickly replied. We pulled it off of him together, then I made him stand there next to the car while I used it to wipe the dusty sole marks off my car. After, I tossed it over my shoulder. “Now your pants.”
“Si-Sir, here?”
“Is this what you wanted or not? Get your shorts down now.”
He quickly pushed them down, exposing his bottom.
“Mmm…” I ran my palm over the curve of his ass, appreciating how he arched into me. “Horny little bitch faggot…” 

The faggot whimpered. I bent him back over the hood of my car.
My hand roamed forward, seeking, grasping. 
I chuckled. “Oh ho. What we have here? Who locked your tiny dicklet up boy?”
“My – my brother.”
I laughed. “God, you really do have to be kept on a short leash huh? It’s a goddamn family affair. I bet he’d love to hear what you’d been up to tonight.”
The faggot sniffled. “Please Sir, my brother’s straight. I’m so ..so…so horny I need your dick, your big wet, horny…delicious…” he moaned. I heard pre-cum drip on the ground.

I shook my head. “You’re a mess, boy.” I unzipped my pants.”But you’re making me horny, so I will fuck you.”
He lifted his head. “Oh really? Oh god thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-”

I pushed his head back down. “Yeah just stay like that, bent over the hood of my car. It’s a nice view.” I found some condoms and some lube in my glovebox, and gave the faggot a real hard pounding, right there in the parking lot. His wild yowling attracted a whole gang of feral animals though… and we went through the whole bottle of lube sating that desperate faggot’s ass. He was so grateful for every dick we gave him, we put his mouth to good use too..

The mess wasn’t anything we had to worry about either. We still had his clothes for that. I didn’t clean his hand prints off my Rover for a few days though…I liked when others saw them there, and knew my conquest.

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“…JJ, are you ok?”
“Uh huh.”
“You don’t look ok.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“What have you been doing today?”
“I went to Pride with Stevie.”
“Oh so you did go?”
“Yeah Thom…I heard there was gonna be a lot of dicks, so I went.”
“Did you see dicks?” I ask.
“Uh huh. I saw a lot of dicks. All these hot guys were all giving me these fruity drinks. I partied waaaayyy too hard. You should have gone.”
“JJ,” I tsk. “You know I’m a private homosexual. I don’t flaunt. I prefer a nice port and a book of Basho’s poems.”
“You are so stuffy.”
“You are such a twink” I shoot back
“You’re still my best friend.”
“I know, I know.” I fold my arms. “If it helps, your butt looks fantastic. All those squats are paying off.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You wanna fuck me, Thom?”

I laugh. “JJ how can you think of sex? I thought you were exhausted.”
“I am. But I’m horny….thinking of all those hot guys today,” he groans.
“You didn’t get laid?”
“No, I was too busy keeping an eye on Stevie because you know the trouble he gets into when he’s horny.”
“Uh huh.”
“You sure you don’t wanna fuck me?”
“Mm. We haven’t done that in a while.”
“Fuck mee…” he begs, his voice muffled into the mattress.
I smile. There’s a reason we’ve been best friends since I moved in with him.

“Alright. I’ll take you up on it.”
“Yay.” He says.
I try not to giggle at the flat tone of his voice. JJ still hasn’t moved an inch.

I remove my clothing and fetch the right things – the lube, a wet cloth, a dry cloth, and condoms. JJ doesn’t say anything as I settle on the bed and sit next to his thighs.
“You awake?”
“Uh huh. Very much. Just not moving.”
“Good, good.” I clean him with a wet wipe, and then begin to massage his ass, kneading the big buns with my hands. I move up JJ’s back until he’s groaning. I work my way back down and then part his legs.
“You have such big balls, JJ, how on Earth do you carry those every day?”
JJ snorts. “Well, I wear three pairs of underwear to hold em up,” he jokes.
I chuckle and pinch his butt. “Goofball.”

I drizzle lube over his butt like syrup on pancakes.
“What are you doing with all that lube?” JJ mutters. “It’s cold.”
“I’ll heat you up soon enough.”
“Mmm.” JJ says, satisfied.

I slip on finger rubbers and begin the slow process of stretching and scissoring. Soon JJ can’t help not acting like potato and soon he begins to vocalize. The deeper I push my digits, the louder he groans and starts to wiggle his hips. “God that feels sooo good.”

When I push on his prostate, he groans and arches his back a little. “More~” he pleads.
I push my digits in and out of JJ’s hole which is loosening around me. I slide a third finger in and JJ hasn’t been quiet in several minutes. I realize the reason why he’s wiggling is that he’s trying to rub his cock against the bed. I place my other hand on the base of his spine. “Hold still, JJ,” I coo.
“But feelsgood…” he mutters.
I stroke the back of his balls with my clean hand. He moans loud and I smother a laugh. “You’re ready for me?”
“Hell yeah…fuck me. I’m ready. I’m so relaxed. You’re the best roommie ever.”
“We do get along pretty well,” I agree.

I discard the finger rubbers and slide a real one over my red, straining cock. It wants JJ’s ass. I straddle his shiny backside and position my cock right at his hole. I sigh in delight when his body does not resist at all. He opens up and pulls me in to his tight body.
“Very nice,” I say. “How do you feel?”
JJ cries out in need under me. “Don’t stay still – move. Fuck me, fuck meee~”
“Ok ok,” I reply. 

I shift my weight and thrust into him hard. JJ gasps. “Yes!”

I pull his hips up and set a familiar, traditional rhythm – in and down, out slow, in and down, out slow. JJ and I are soon crying out together. I push into his prostate and move his cock against the texture of the sheets, and he is loving being full of me. I’m sweating and grunting from the effort, because I want more of him with every motion.

“I’m coming!” JJ shouts, startling me, because his tone is loud and clear. His body goes very tight around me and he pushes his butt up to swallow all of me he can. I dig my fingers into his hips and bury myself balls deep into that hungry ass. JJ really did need a fucking. I can smell his cum as it pools under him. I feel a bit of pride in knowing I made him come hands-free.

“My turn,” I announce. He’s so tight! So hot! And suddenly my cum is pouring out of me, filling the condom. My head spins as the orgasms overwhelms. My breath hitches and I keen loud. “JJ! Oh lord JJ! …oh JJ you feel so good.”

“I can feel you fill the condom,” he replies. “So hot.”
“Did that hit the spot?”
“Mmhmm…” JJ hums. “I’m …I need a nap now,” he replies, matter of factly.
“Poor baby, you’re exhausted,” I tease.
“My life is hard,” he agrees with a yawn.

I pull out and JJ whines. “No, put it back~”
“Can’t. You made me all soft.” I pat his butt and tie off the condom. “Maybe later.”
“Ok…later…” and then JJ’s gone. He begins to snore.

I snort. It’s uncharacteristic. JJ cracks me up, I’m just not very emotive. I clean JJ up with a warm cloth and then place a blanket over him so he can sleep.

I go to shower and have some more port. One day, JJ will grow up and get ready to settle, and I will be waiting. For now, I am happy to stand back and let him live his twenties to the fullest. I do enjoy listening to all of his adventures with Stevie, but mostly because he won’t end up with Stevie. I’m sure of it.

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Text is fictional. It’s gay pride weekend here in Los Angeles!

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I threw my pen down on the desk. I was never going to get anything done, not with the new poolboy my parents hired parading in front of my window in tiny little Speedos. My parents were away for the summer wintering in Europe. I thought that living in my parent’s guest house in their backyard would be a great way to save money and be close to college, but I was not counting on this beautiful, toned creature with such a delicious butt fishing leaves out of the pool. Goddamn, I hated how beautiful men were in Miami.

I pushed my chair back and stood up. It was annoying enough not being to swim because the pool had to be shocked, so I couldn’t even work off my frustration. I picked up my wallet to go somewhere – anywhere – but then I got an idea.

I strode out to the pool and waited until the man noticed me. “Everything alright Sir?” he asked.
I walked over to him and held up the $50 dollar bill. “If I give you this, will you take off your Speedos?”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Is that what Mrs. Escobar’s son likes?”
“You gonna take it or not?”

He set the pool skimmer on the ground, then shimmied out of his Speedos. I was staring, shamelessly, at his thick fleshy cock. It was beautiful, and jesus, where had he been hiding his balls?
He plucked the bill out of my hand. “Anything to make a customer happy.”

It made me happy indeed. I sat down in a shaded poolchair and massage myself through my pants, watching his muscled body work around the pool. Everytime he squatted down I thought I was gonna nut my shorts. 

Eventually, I did, and then he had to leave. I made sure to ask his name before he went, and Pablo became my masturbation fantasy for days after.

It became a ritual – Pablo’d come over once in a while, clean the pool, weed the place, and I’d bring out some snacks and lemonade and watch him work naked. As time went on, he began to refuse my money …if I was naked too. I didn’t need to think about this either. I stripped out of my shorts and settled into the chair to masturbate in the shade of the Florida sun. It felt, frankly, glorious, and Pablo always made my balls shoot out these big, sticky loads.

It was beginning to be harder to resist him. After three months of this, I gave Pablo a new opportunity.

I offered my wallet. “What will it take to get you in my bed?” I asked.
He took one look at my wallet and tossed it onto the patio table. “Don’t insult me.”

He grabbed my chin and brought our lips together. I dove into him. Lips. Tongue. The scent of sun-tan lotion and sweat, his silky skin under my fingers.

“Get in my room,” I demanded, my voice husky and needy.
“About fucking time.”

I dragged Pablo into the guest house and ravished him with kisses. Our naked crotches bumped together and I pushed my cock up against his. I couldn’t ever remember being so hard. He wrapped his fingers around both of our cocks and I moaned loudly as we rocked together. “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting into his grip.

Meanwhile, I had both of my hands glued to his ass. I was kneading that meat like a cat and tenderizing with smacks like a butcher preparing a cut. I could not get enough of his butt. I squeezed it with a bruising grip. The little gasps and squeaks he made of surprise made my blood run hot.

“Pablo,” I gasped.
“This isn’t enough is it?”
“Can I fuck you?” I pleaded.
To my surprise, I felt his body relax. “Madre de Dios, I was hoping you were a top.” 

I laughed and pulled him down to the bed. My lips were so kiss-swollen I couldn’t feel them by the time I rolled Pablo over. What a perfect body. Mine, all mine mine mine. I grabbed a wetnap off my nightstand to clean him, before dividing him and pushing my tongue against his entrance.

He hissed, buckling his hips. “Ah!”
I made gentle circles with my tongue, getting him to loosen up and moan for me. The boy was tight. I wondered when on earth he’d last been fucked properly. I rimmed him until he was groaning and his thighs were trembling. I then pushed my tongue inside of him and slowly tortured him from the inside out. I licked my finger and slipped it inside, locating his prostate and stroking it. Soon, Pablo’s erect meat was dripping a puddle between his big, soft legs.

“Please fuck me,” Pablo pleaded. I had to give him what he wanted. I rolled a condom onto my ignored dick and got in place behind. My cock looked so happy rubbing up against that nice bubble butt. It wanted to be in.
“Gladly,” I purred.

I whimpered as I sank every inch into that perfect butt. He was stretched and welcomed me, right to the hilt. I brought his hips up to meet mine and Pablo cried out. “Yes!”
“So fucking hot, Pablo.”

I snapped my hips deep into him over and over. Pablo fisted the sheets and begged. “Deeper!”
“Yes sir!” I fucked him with my eyes rolling back into my head. “God you’re so good!”

The bed began to squeak, louder and louder. Our skin smacked together over and over and over….

“Fuck!” Pedro grunted.
I rested on his back and finished fucking him with jack-rabbit motions as I came, filling the condom with a huge gush of cum. “Ah…ah!” Black spots flashed in front of my eyes.
I reached around for Pedro’s big, impressive cock. I gave a stupidly loud sigh of contentment as I felt Pedro’s cock twitch and tense and then shoot all over my bed. He was gripping me so hard I thought I would never pull out.

We collapsed, chest heaving, our bodies sweaty and sticky. I nibbled on his ear and rested a hand on his hip.
“Pablo?” I managed, still breathing hard.
“What?” he replied, punctuating it with a whimper as I slid it out.
“That. was. amazing.” I tied off the condom and discarded it.
He chuckled. “Tell me about it. Christ. I can’t believe we waited three months to do that.”
“…So….regular thing?”
“For fucking sure,” Pedro agreed. “Christ, I need nap. I’ve worked so hard today.”
I grinned. “I bet.”

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gayboykink:

Out of the blue, my boyfriend unlocked me from my CB yesterday. He said he was in for some romanticism… some intimate, close, warm and cuddly sex. No rough kinky fucking or dominance. Just me and him, skin to skin. And so we got to the bedroom and slowly undressed each other. Surprisingly, he was the one who began feeling slutty, which was an interesting turn of events. He sucked my dick for the first time in forever, which felt sensitive as fuck after all this chastity for many many weeks. I literally forgot how it felt, and it was great. ^^ I even started talking my boyfriend into making me cum, so he could enjoy a cummy face for once. But he knew that was just me trying to talk myself into an orgasm so he told me to mind my words and told me to get on hand and knees.

He fucked me on all fours, while we kissed and cuddled at the same time. No rough thrusting, just making love. My boyfriend got close quickly, so he started to jerk me off. ‘Let’s cum together at the same time’, he proposed. I loved the idea that I was going to cum, without being in control myself. With very slow but deep thrusts bf kept himself on the edge as he jerked me off. The moment I began moaning and tensing my back and legs, he increased the speed of his thrusts as he knew my orgasm was getting closer. I’m quite vocal and always tense up before cumming, especially in unusual positions, so bf perfectly knows how to time edges or ruined orgasms. But he wasn’t going to do that this time. We were going to cum together. My cum all over the bed sheets, and bf’s up my ass like always. But the moment we were both about to cum, my boyfriend lost focus and stopped jerking me off, causing a terribly frustrating ruined orgasm while he filled me up. About fifteen seconds later bf realized he ‘forgot’ to keep stimulating me, so he started again for a few seconds, not realizing that he was just causing another ruined, yet explosive orgasm, leaving me in a bit of a horny mess. 

We collapsed. Even though I just came twice, I still felt like being somewhat denied. I begged my boyfriend to please give me another orgasm, and not ruin it, because it was clearly not his purpose to do so. He smiled: ‘You can jerk off… but keep looking in my eyes. And stop immediately when I say so.’
I knew what was going to happen..

So, I got comfortable on my back, took my dick in a firm grip – because that’s what it takes after two semi-orgasms – and stared deep my boyfriend’s blue eyes. As I was about to tense up again and to spray my load, bf told me to stop. Just after a few seconds he made me continu. Then he stopped me again at the edge. And continu. And stop. Continu. Stop. etc. All while looking bf in the eyes. After some giggling out of frustration, some begging and loud moans I finally got that long wished permission to finish myself off. While looking bf in the eyes, I came all over my belly with my third big load in fifteen minutes and it was awesome.

I stopped masturbating. Bf grinned: ‘Did I tell you to stop…? Go on.’
I moaned. I was already sensitive after weeks of chastity and now he wanted me to continu jerking off until I came again? He had mentioned post orgasm torture before, so I accepted this little experiment and kept stroking. It started out a bit too sensitive, but after a minute of pushing myself, the stroking became rather enjoyable again and I felt that another orgasm was buildng quickly. However, this time my boyfriend didn’t order me to stop. I had to continu and came a fourth time. Again four big spurts up to my nipples. Still I wasn’t allowed to stop. Within five minutes I came a fifth and even a sixth time and I’m not joking that the last shot was the biggest of them all. 

So what started out as intimate love making, ended with some hot masturbation control and fully drained balls. Who would’ve thought that I got to cum like this, especially now recently my boyfriend seems to enjoy my chastity more than ever? ^^

And for next weekend he already mentioned something about exhibitionism, local woods, his car and me wearing very few clothing. *omg* You know, bf really can be strict, but when he allows me to cum, he makes sure to make it worth waiting for. Hoooly fuck. 

Is this reality?? I can’t write captions as hot as this! (That said – this is a lovely example of the reward of chastity, of trusting your keyholder with your cock.)