Tag: kept boy

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by ccallenreese

“Aww gee, the guys are there. I really want to go out and play! If I make enough baskets, they let me suck their cocks after the game too. Pleaaase Sir? I’ll get my socks nice and dirty and sweaty for you.”

I wonder if Angelo displays his ass on purpose when asking for favors, as he knows how much I love his hole…he makes me call it a “pussy”, which I’m still getting used to. Well, it is a glorious pussy. Also, there’s a big chunk of change to be made in selling those socks. I sigh. “First replace the sheets and make the beds, then you may go. You won’t linger long after the game. When it’s over, you will shower and clean the entire bathroom before starting on dinner. Understand?”
Angelo squealed at me, dropping to my feet to press a few kisses to my toes. “Thank you sir, thank you.” He was then on his feet again, making a bad dash for the linen closet. In eight minutes he had the entire bed stripped and redressed. After smoothing out the wrinkles, he grabbed his basketball and ran to the door.
“Shorts! Shorts!” I called out after him, “I know you’re comfortable around the house wearing only your chastity device, but you need to be covered in public.”
He looks down and blushes, “Oh yes. Right. Thank you sir.”

I give him a bottle of water and he’s out the door. I watch through the living room window as Angelo jogs across the street to the park and joins the game. I originally met him this way – watching him through the window playing ball in tiny shorts with no shirt on, then joining the game myself. Someone needed to tame Angelo – his parents weren’t around much and he was constantly choosing risky decisions even as a young adult.

I set some strict rules when he moved in – curfew, permission had to be asked to go out, chores. I also controlled his cock, the source of most of his trouble and last STD, and gave him spankings for misbehaving. They were tough rules for free-spirited boy, but he needed it. He knew it. Angelo only accepted the offer to be my houseboy if I let him still play ball with the guys in the park. It was a solid agreement, and I was happy to say Angelo was thriving. He was holding down a job and considering trade school.  

I stepped away from the window and went to the closet. Having him out of the house gave me an excuse to finally wrap his Christmas presents. 

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by ccallenreese

I exhale in mourning at the destroyed bed scene, still warm but no longer habitable. This is what happens when you adopt a Great Dane pup and don’t get up early enough. They get bored and bring you their favorite toy to play, but when you don’t wake up they snuggle up with you and of course doze off. In their desperate need to cuddle, you end up pushed out onto the floor. Awakening to the sensation of falling out of bed and hitting the floor with a smack was a rude experience, but I just cannot be furious at my big troublemaker. I know, I should drag him out and scold him with a swat but instead I want to rub his bel  – wait, where the hell did his collar go? Did I not put it back on after the bath last night? Christ, he was filthy after playing rugby at that meet-up.

A yawn escapes my mouth. I will not let my pup run the house. Take up the whole mattress, will you now? I crawl back into my bed and push him onto his back, then splay out on top of him, ignoring the jut of his sternum and pelvic bones. I use his shoulder as a pillow and pull the comforter up to my neck. He whines and squirms at my mass and we have a bit of a tussle. Eventually, we end up spooning side by side, my arms wrapped around his chest. He pushes his butt up against my crotch and then stills in rest again. I throw a leg over his thigh and grind back. Great, now I’m half horny and half asleep. His ass is going to take the full brunt of the punishment for this when I wake up later. I ghost my fingers over his abs as I too drift back into slumber.

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by ccallenreese

A submissive languishing with no one to hold the other end of the leash is an unfortunate situation. He just wants someone to keep him, to cherish him, teach him, but there’s no one to take the lead. No one to keep him warm at night, no one to appreciate his cooking, no one to control his cock. Won’t someone consider him? He’ll be a good boy, he promises. 

Any of my writer readers want to take him home?

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by ccallenreese

After three hours of edging, Rory’s cock is the hardest it’s ever been. His balls are firm and he desperately wants to cum. It’s a curse though, because after he’s cum hands free Jason is going to lock him up in chastity for two weeks. Rory tells himself that despite how badly he desires it, he won’t come; he’s never been able to climax without being touched. Should be easy. That is, until Jason mounts him and drives his cock right into his g-spot over and over.

What technique! Rory’s head spins while his cock twitches and bounces in response to being fucked in quick thrusts. It seems to go on forever as Jason has record stamina. He barely pauses to re-lubricate twice. An alpha male he can come whenever he needs, so when Jason decides it’s time he grabs Rory’s waist and sheaths his cock with the boy’s ass as hard as he can. Rory cries out in helpless frustration as it triggers his first hands-free orgasm. He watches the seed drip to the floor with a look of trepidation and fascination. He doesnt want it, yet it feels too incredible to stop wanting. Unable to stroke his own hot cock without falling over and unable to stop the inevitable lock-up, Rory is completely at Jason’s mercy. Maybe he won’t notice…

“Oh Rory, look love, you’re so horny you just came everywhere when I fucked you. Let’s lock you up now so you’ll always associate the click of a lock with your first big accomplishment in freeing yourself from masturbation.”
Rory whimpers, “Y… Yes sir.”

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by ccallenreese

He hasn’t seen me yet, standing behind him with a bemused smile on my face. Normally it’s his job to greet me at the door but I actually prefer coming home to see this. I drink in the sight of him, nude and casual and lost in a book. His parents were hard-core fundies and only let him read super-Christian material growing up, so books as rewards are the best currency in this house. I’m guessing he finished all his chores early today. I feel like I should get him some padding for his elbows, but I know what he’s doing on the floor. It’s in the high 90s today and that floor is probably the coolest surface in the house.

Damn, he is a sight. The bottom half of his body is paler than the top half from his cycling hobby. That ass…that waist…those fine, sharp shoulder blades. The urge to pick him up and caress him is strong. I reprimand myself. I need to stop fawning over him before I start to fall in love. I can’t be a good Sir for him that way. Strict. Authoritarian. That’s the way. …is it really so awful to want to make love to your slave?