Such a good boy! I would definitely give him a treat and a belly rub.
Tag: male nudity
Rasmus grew up into a fine, beefy stud of a man, but a part of him still liked to be babied and coddled. Julian knows just what his boy needs. He makes sure Rasmus gets the morning milk he needs to start his day, always warm and fresh from the source. Rasmus is too old for bottles, but this is a fine substitute. It brings him comfort. Julian loves to watch him and gently stroke his hair while he sucks, often with his eyes still closed.
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Post is fictional. Can’t find the names of these hot lads.
“Travis? …Traavis, are you awake?”
He doesn’t stop although he seems to be aware he has an audience, “…No.”
“You passed out during the party. Your blood sugar dropped. Are you feeling ok since we got some sugar in you?”
“Mmhhh your bed is comfy…” he murmured, continuing to hump my bed.
I crawl up behind him and sit next to his ass. “Can …Can I jerk you?”
“Mmmmmhmm…” he answers, lost in a sleepy daze of arousal.
“Lift your hips,” I purr back. I’ve been wanting him for a long, long time for access to his body. Consent is consent.
He rolls his hips to the side. I straddle him, hovering over his ass and thighs, and slide my hand under him and find his cock. It’s hard, swollen stiff, the tip already wet. From being smothered under him, it’s burning hot and the vein under the shaft is pulsating. I sigh softly as my fingers caress the silky skin. Travis moans and bucks his hips into my hand. I ghost my finger tips from balls to shaft and he shudders, dripping pre-cum onto my comforter. I don’t even mind…it’s Travis. I’ve been wanting him for the last four years. I wrap my fingers around his cock to stroke him, but he’s out of his mind with carnal needs and humping my hand faster than I can keep up. I make a tight wet fist lubricated with his own seed and he loves it, bucking and driving his erection against my palm. I position the tip of my thumb so it brushes against the tip and he make noises that I’m sure anyone can hear.
“I’m coming!” he gasps, “Oh god oh god!” I work his shaft as he thrusts into my hand, his balls pushing against my fist. At first the cum just dribbles out, but then just when I think he’s finished with the orgasm, a big dose of it gushes out of the tip and all over his chest and the sheets. He cries out with a little sob, overwhelmed by how good it felt to be jacked off by another man. I sit back on his calves ignoring my own cock, and continue to fondle his cock through his legs. He’s got his ass up in the air now, head down, knees slightly apart.
As the skin grows more and more sensitive, he hisses and tries to jerk away from me but I keep an iron grip on him. I pull on his shaft with deliberately slow speeds until I run out of flesh, and he makes the most erotic little gasps when my skin touches the head of his cock. The more I do this the more he begs for me to stop, but I won’t. He thrashes and mewls as I unrelentingly pet and stroke him, giving special attention to his balls and that sensitive little spot at the top. “S…stop!” he pleads. But I don’t, until he’s making frustrated noises into the mattress and trying to push my hand away. “B..Brodie, stop!”
“Gotta get the rest of your seed out, baby, I know you have more in there.” I coax him to half hardness again, then milk the remaining seed out of his cock like the way someone would flatten a toothpaste bottle. A little push under his balls is the magic trick though. To my delight, I see him curl his toes as it dribbles onto the bed. When I release him, he’s completely soft. He collapses into the mess. “Christ man… what sort of kama sutra torture was that? I’ve never had a sexual experience like that ever.”
“Oh that? Simple edging techniques. You came so little and your balls still looked so full, I figured your recent inebriation and blood sugar spike might be preventing a good load.” It was bullshit, but he was dumb and gorgeous and would probably believe it.
“Shit.” He simply said, his breath slowly returning to normal, “I can’t believe you just jerked me off.”
“You feel good?”
“Yeah… how did I end up in your room? Where are my pants?”
I sit back on my bed and lazily play with my own straining member. “Well, you and the guys were drunk and comparing your cocks to beer bottles and cans. So you took off your pants for that, which is what happens when you drink – you always end up naked. Then, you apparently forgot to eat today and you crashed. We put some sugar under your tongue and took you in here. I came to check on you.”
He thinks about this. “Thanks man… but hey uh…let’s not tell anyone about this ok?”
“Sure,” I say, “No problem. Just helping a guy out. Sucks when you’re hard and too disoriented to get off.”
Travis thinks. “That thing you did… do you do that to any other guys?”
I shrug. “Only boyfriends, and even so, not lately.”
“Don’t. I want a monopoly on that. Shit, my balls feel light as air. You gays have some crazy techniques.”
“Wait until I put my mouth on it.”
Travis groans. I can almost hear his Kinsey number change. “Right after you’ve cum… you’re nice and sensitive, and my velvety tongue just licking you like a little kitten, sucking on your balls like angel kisses…”
“Fuck man! Stop that. Are you tryin to make me hard again?”
“…Yes,” I grunt.
Travis looks over his other shoulder and just now notices me masturbating. “Oh shit, forgot about you. I thought you came already.”
“No,” I manage, getting close. The urge to hold him down and force my cock in his mouth is incredible. His lips would look so beautiful around my cock, wet with my seed… I suppress it though. He’s not ready. I end up mounting Travis and rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks until I come all over Travis’ back. He doesn’t protest, just stays still. When I reach under him to give it one final squeeze, he’s half hard again.
“Yeah I’m just not feeling it. Got anything stronger? Like jumper cables and a car battery?”
“… He’s perfect!”
“Excellent! I’ll go get the contract. You can take him home tonight.”
“Absolutely fantastic, just chuffed to bits. Guess what boy, you got a new Master! And you know what I do for a living? I’m an electrician.”
(lol the “slave boy is not impressed tag” on Nate’s original post is fantastic)
Three excellent examples of well-behaved, locked up, disciplined boys.
#boysshouldbelocked
My boyfriend says all good submissive boys should be locked boys. He says full balls and perpetual horniness is doing my part so we can focus on the best kind of love and sex. He was right! On days he works all the time though, it frustrates me nearly to tears because I just want to be fucked so badly but I have to wait for him to come home. As a good boy, I know masturbation is forbidden and I could easily get carried away with all my toys so it’s best wait for my boyfriend. He always knows what’s best for me.
Still – I get super impatient when he works late, so sometimes I record video messages to show him what he’s missing. I make sure that nothing gets cut out, that my pussy and my balls are easily on display and tempting. I also make sure to turn around and show him how much I’m swollen in my cage. Even if he’s super focused on work, my boyfriend won’t be able to think of anything else but fucking my eager body after seeing the videos and he’ll just have to come home. Sure, it’s devious, but half of his responsibility in dating a chaste boy is making sure I’m content and milked too.
Still, I get hornier the more I wait though! I wish I could hump the bed like I used before he locked me up. I have to do something to keep my mind busy until I hear the key in the lock. Now I just look at porn and work myself up more until I’m forced to greet him at the door dripping pre-cum. If you ask me, I think he prefers it that way. :3
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Post is fictional – this boy is so cute!
Matthew by Robert Colgan
The houseboy is watching his Sir and his friends prepare a deer they shot in the woods. Jesse been sent away so he wouldn’t be upset by the carnal nature of skinning and butchering an animal – guts, blood, bones. Too much gore for him, this is real men’s work. The houseboy’s job will be to cook it for dinner. Yet, Jesse can’t help but watch from the upstairs window curiously…especially since something about seeing his Master in his underwear streaked with blood and holding a knife makes him incredibly horny. He dare not tell his Master about that though, cause then he’d know he was spying. Forbidden arousal is the best arousal though.
“Wake up boy~”
“NNnnnfff…”
“Come on, it’s your first day of chastity, I want to see how your device is fitting.”
“Mmf.” He rolls onto his side.
I push the sheet up so I can see it then give it an examination. “Good solid fit, no chafing… you got a little space at the end here, do you need a smaller device?”
He wiggles under my touches. “No I need that space for when I get hard,” he murmurs, still not entirely awake.
I chuckle, “No baby that’s not how it works. You’re not getting hard anymore. We talked about this right? Your New Years resolution was to masturbate less.”
“Yeah but…”
“Just because the cage stops expansion outward doesn’t mean your cock will go upward.”
He stares at me.
“Oh ho you thought that’s how you were going to get away with this. Boy it doesn’t reduce your hard on, it *stops* your hard on. You can’t swell, you can’t grow, you can’t touch yourself, you can only hold the iron rings in your hand and remember that you used to be able to.”
He tries to sit up, sputtering, “But my balls – I need to cum!”
“Baby…” I run my hand over his belly to sooth him, “Do you remember any of our conversation? We talked about this. This is why I got you those new toys for Christmas. Trust me, after I’m done with your training you’ll never want to jerk off again. There are many more exciting ways to milk the cum out of those cute balls of yours.”
“…Really?”
“Yes, and I’m going to try every one.”
He eyes me.. “So ..does that start this morning?”
“No, it only works when you’re very horny so we’re going to wait a couple days-”
-Days??“ he exclaims.
"Did you not pay attention during any of our conversation about this?” I tilted my head. “Yes, days, so you’re dripping pre-cum… trust me, baby, it’ll change your world.”
He glanced down at his cage. “I really do want to stop masturbating so much…but now all I want to do is masturbate..”
“Tut tut. Sit up. Yes like that. On your knees, hands on your lap. Good boy. Here’s your first lesson. Now, you’re going to watch me masturbate and then you’re going to take a cold shower.”
“But…”
“You can suck my cock if you want to, but you’re not getting the key to yours.”
His face contorts at his options, “But…"
"If you say ‘but’ again I’m going to start putting things in it.”
That got him quiet. He sat there obediently, watching me slowly pleasure myself as his cock pressed against the metal rings. When I hit my climax, he was whimpering and so I let him finish me and clean me off. Already, he was more focused than normal since he wasn’t distracted by his own member. After I pushed him off my sensitive organ, my boy then gave me puppy eyes as if trying to guilt me about this.
“No. You’re staying locked. Now go take that shower.”
He sighed in acceptance and went to go cool down. Went pretty smooth for day one of… oh we’ll see won’t we?
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Post is fictional. Pic submitted to lockndenied.
Even though he is a slave and he lives to serve and serves to live, his Master cannot help but cuddle and hold him after punishment. He whispers reassuring things in his ear and kisses his neck while soothing the heat coming off his boy’s ass. His cries were just too sweet, his body too raw. He needs his Master’s touch, and his Master could not ignore him.
“Beautiful, boy… your ass on display for a spanking. If your cock and balls get in the way by accident, you’ll just have to deal with it. Well, if you let go of your ankles, it won’t be an accident. Now, count out loud with me.”