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A young pet.

“Aww, you look so frightened. My poor pet. The first few days are always so scary. Don’t you worry, I’m not going to torture you and lock you in a cage downstairs. That is, unless you want me to.” His eyes go wide. I try not to laugh at how easily he scares.
“You must be hungry. That was a long trip to my home from the auction center wasn’t it? Ah, you nodded. Haven’t found your voice yet hm? We’ll work on that. Well, lucky for you I made some pork congee last night. You probably don’t know what that is. It’s like Chinese comfort food, but once you add bok choy, it’s also perfect pet food – protein, vegetables, rice.“ I take a portion out of the fridge and put into his bowl, then pop it into the microwave. “Now some Masters don’t heat up their pet’s food, but honestly cold congee is disgusting and I wouldn’t wish that anyone, not even a pet.”
Out of the corner of my eye I see a teeny smile. “Thank you Sir,” he says oh-so-softly.
“Good boy,” I say gently in return with nod. He shifts. It must be hard for him to sit on the floor, with how boney his butt is. I make a note to get him a pillow so he can sit on the floor next to my chair at breakfast. “After you eat, I’m going to groom you – bath, hair, nails. You desperately need a haircut. Then, I’ll give you your wardrobe, show you your quarters, give you a tour… so much to do.” The microwave beeps. I take out the congee and stir it, then pop it back in.
“Maybe we’ll go on a walk so you can stretch your muscles. I’ll guide you through dinner, and then perhaps if you’re not falling asleep we can start on your first Mandarin lesson?”
He blinks owlishly.
“You were told I live in Shanghai and Hong Kong December through February right?”
“No Sir,” he responds.
I raise an eyebrow. “Huh. Well, I do. And I expect you to be able to communicate with my guests and serve their needs there too.” The microwave dings again. “Ah there we go.” I set the bowl down and fill a matching tin cup with water. I can hear his stomach growl from here. “Now you will have to earn your silverware, but you knew that. Let me get a cushion from the living room for your knees though. I don’t want bruises on you.” I fetch the flattest one I can find from the sofa.

I crouch next to him and set it down, then unlock his hand cuffs. “There you go. Eat up boy. Don’t worry about a mess. You’re getting a bath when you’re done anyway.”
He licks his lips. “Thank you Sir.”
I pat him on the head. “Good pet. I like that you know respect and manners. Saves me from having to break you in. Now, eat, eat. You don’t want it to get cold.”

I stand back and watch him bring the bowl to his face and eat. I then fold my arms. “Hm, now to come up with a name for you…”

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“Well, well…our mousy little drug runner gone astray doesn’t have big balls after all.”
”Please don’t hurt me!”
“And
what, break our toys? I think not. Hm. Well you are too small to fetch
any real value on the market. I could sell you as a cheap fuck toy but
it’d be a bad investment for anybody. You wouldn’t last long; you don’t
have a body to take hard fucking.”
The young man whimpers.
“Heh.
Sometimes that makes people hard. You’re still soft as they come. You
are a coward aren’t you? Fucked up one delivery and just hid with his
tail between his legs.”
“I’m sorry I -”
“Quiet,” I snap, tapping
the strap against his thigh. “You don’t know how pissed my boss was
about that. I’m going to put you in chastity first and foremost until
you learn to be a man. Then, I’m going to have you work off that money
you lost as a houseboy to one of our more…esteemed clients. He has a
huge house, and always needs lots of help. Oh, and he needs waiters too
for his, you know, parties.” I smirk. “Might even see me there. Wouldn’t
that be funny?”
“I don’t-”
“Quiet. If my boss wasn’t so angry at
me right now I’d fuck you and put you right in your place, but he’ll be
mad if I send damage goods off. So I’m just gonna have to strap you a
bit, right on your lily white ass.”
“Please no!””
I scoff. “You
need to learn to take your punishment boy. Selling you will fix the
problem you caused. Giving you a red ass fixes your bad decision making
skills. And don’t worry, I won’t leave any marks. I’m very good at this.
I was taught well. Now…turn around. Sooner you obey, the sooner it
gets done, and we can move onto my favorite part – the chastity cage
fittings.”
The young man pleaded a soft “please no”.

“CUT!”
“How was that, Bob?” I ask.
“Fantastic! Very natural! Do you guys need a moment or can we keep going?”
“I could use some water,” Arthur requested.
A PA rushed up to hydrate him. I took a swig out of my own bottle. “I can keep going.”
Bob looked at Arthur. “You good?”
“Yeah,”
Arthur said. “Let’s move on to the strapping scene, I’ve been looking
forward to this all week. Also, it’s almost noon already. I want to get
to the milking and fitting scene as fast as possible so we don’t have to
use artificial lights.”
Bob nodded. I flipped Arthur around and rubbed some oil into his butt, then signaled Bob I was good to go.
“Alright, Drug Runner Domesticated, scene 3, take 1….ACTION!”

I grinned. “Alright, boy. I want to hear you count.” Then I raised my arm and gave Arthur what he wanted. God, I loved my job.

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You two camped out on the far corner of an isolated beach, tucked away in a cove between some trees. You were up late after a day of swimming, laughing, making love, watching the stars, and you fell asleep on your towels under the warm summer sky. 

You were a bit confused when you woke up to the sound of the waves, the cries of seabirds, and the scent of sizzling bacon. Was that the scent of coffee in the air? You blink in the morning sun while running your fingers through the sand. Oh yeah, you two camped out last night. God, breakfast smells good!

And then you feel his weight on top of you. Now, morning is starting to feel normal again. He nuzzles you and purrs in your ear. You moan in pleasure as he runs his nails up and down your back. His thigh is heavy over your butt and he’s pushing his chastity cage against your hip. You really wish he wasn’t so in love with that thing so you could get your hands on him. He squirms on top of you and blankets you with his warmth. A trong hands kneads your upper arm on one side.

“G’morning,” he mumbles.
“Good morning indeed.”
“You smell good. You smell like the sea.“
“You smell like toothpaste and sunscreen,” you reply.
He chuffs. “I made breakfast.”
“It smells amazing. The bacon kept overnight?”
“Yep. We gotta good cooler. Plus as soon as you get up, I’ll make you eggs and some cereal. The milk kept too.”
You groan. “Sounds amazing. I’m famished.”
“Hey…” he says, rubbing his balls against you. “After we get our energy back, can we spend it all again?”
You grin. “Being outdoors makes you randy doesn’t it?”
“Watching you sleep naked with your butt in the air makes me randy. The outdoor air just makes it worse.”
“One fucking after food coming right up. Then, maybe a swim before we head in?”
“Ask me later, I can only think about dick and bacon right now.”
You laugh. “You are a man’s man. Come on, love, let’s eat.”

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aussiejew1980:

Taking that dick and loving it

It wasn’t until Rickie went back and watched the video Joel took of their fucking did he realize that they actually did have sex through an earthquake. Just with the way the bed was rocking and the intensity that Joel was taking him, he didn’t notice when the world starting moving. Rickie couldn’t even make it through half the clip. It made him seasick. He made a note to get Joel a tripod for his birthday.

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leprinceofsins:

Magic Wood barebacks Draven Torres at RawStrokes.com (xox)

Later, after we were snuggling in post-coital bliss, he said: “I’m jealous.”
I tilt my head up and met his dark eyes. “Of what?”
“Other men…the men you had before me. The one night stands in college, the bar hook-ups, the party sex orgies, your boyfriends…so jealous that they got you before I did.”
I smile, crinkling the corners of my eyes. “You love being in me that much?”
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Tight, warm, like velvet, “ Marcus groans and handles his soft cock, as if checking to make sure he can’t squeeze another orgasm out of it. No luck – his balls are empty. “Shit, I can’t even put it into words. The way you smell, the noises you make, the way your beard brushing my face, the texture of your lips…Jesus,” Marcus sighs. “It’s like dying and going to heaven every time. I can’t get enough of you.”
I blush hard and put an arm around him. “Well you don’t have to be jealous.”
“How could I not be, baby?”
I smirk. “You think they all got sex like that?”
He lifts his head up. “What do you mean, baby?”
“You forgot, that before we met I was a slut. A raging, bottom slut. I didn’t care about the fuck as long as someone was on top of me, and made me cum. No one got to make love to me. No one. Especially no one that I wasn’t gonna see again. I thought it was trite. And yeah, I’ve had a few boyfriends. Boytoys, really, but they never turned into lovers, because I wasn’t ready to settle.”
“That means…” Marcus begins.
“I’m an old slut, love. There’s a 3 in front of my age, love. What’s fun becomes exhausting, the hangovers start to last a lot longer, the morning partings become more painful. The loneliness starts to sink in… as does the depression. And then I met you. And it was like I was starting over, and being in love for the first time.”

He blinks at me. “Honey I never knew this about you, how you felt about me.”
I pat his cheek. “You’re getting this old slut to let down his guard. Good for you.”
“You’re not old, and you’re not a slut. Well, you’re slutty, but not a slut. You’re mine,“ Marcus insists. “I like hearing that you want to settle with me, though. I like you. A lot.”
“Me too.”
We kiss.
“So…” Marcus begins. “With me, we’re making love?”
“Every damn time.”
He grins. “How did you know you were ready to share that with me? Cause when we first met, it wasn’t like this.”
“You were right. When we met, we just fucked. But then…then you started putting your hand over my cock when we had sex.”
“….I do?” He blinks.
I giggle. “Yeah you do it every time. You get me spread wide and open, make me impale myself on you, and before I can get anywhere near my needy little erection, you put your hand over it and my balls. Mine, you say. You don’t want me to touch. You don’t want me to focus on any other pleasure except the kind you’re giving me. And at first, it pissed me off, but then we had that night when we got back from the ballet remember?”
“Uh huh,” he replies, mesmerized by the words coming out of my mouth.
“And it was just…so wonderful. So intense. So slow, so passionate. And you did that, and it just felt right. I felt like I belonged to you, I wanted to give myself to you. So, I thought, why not? Why not see where this goes?” I kiss his chin. “It’s been a very rewarding experience. The sex is on another level.”

Marcus works his jaw. I wonder if he knows his eyes look a little wet. “Baby,” he manages. “I had no idea. I am so, so…flattered that you picked me, and let me pleasure you. When I met you, and started dating you, I thought – this guy is really special, but I don’t think he’s going to stick around long enough for me to show him how special he is. So every day to me, it’s like waking up in a dream.”
“It is, isn’t it?” I sigh, content. “Being in love is amazing. Getting fucked by you is amazing. Coming hands-free is amazing. Spending time with you is amazing. But it’s the sum of the parts that make me get up in the morning.”

Marcus wraps his arms around me and nuzzles my neck. “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you too, Marcus. …Hey, what’s that poking me in my thigh?”
“Huh?” he glances down. “Well, shit, look at that. I don’t think there’s anything left in the arsenal though.”
I wrap my fingers around it. “Why don’t we find out?”

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blissfuldominance:

Showing him that I care about about him. 

Your dad never did this to you, your teachers never did this to you, and your last boyfriend never did this to you – all the men in your life have failed you, boy. You’re completely out of control and ill-behaved. Lucky for you, you still have 75% of your life left, so there is hope for you yet. It’s up to you how much of that time is filled with me spanking you. Right now, that’s a lot of time. I can’t remember when your butt wasn’t pink! But it’ll get better. I have faith in you. I trust you. I love you, and care about you.

You can start impressing me by taking it like a man. Now count out loud.”

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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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