“of course I’ll show you my dick son… here look!”
“Good god dad, it’s huge! Jeez, now I have a complex, mine is never going to be like yours…it’s magnificent.”
“Don’t say that boy. Your DNA was ejaculated out of this cock, I’m sure yours will fill out eventually.”
“You sure dad? Here look.”
“I’m sure. Yours is pretty cute though, you got a big sac there. Men will love that.”
“…Will you teach me how to please a man?”
“Be happy to, son.”
“The leather suits you, bro.”
Then what happened
The leather stud forced the nude man against the wall, twisted his arm behind his back, and smacked him on the ass. He growled in his ear, “Don’t you dare speak in such a disrespectful tone with me again.” The leather stud then shoved the lad into his cabin and bred him bareback. He was then made to prepare dinner with a plug holding in a huge load, reeking of another man’s sweat and cum…
No just kidding, they ate cookie dough ice cream out of a tub and watched Xena: Warrior Princess together.
Woof
One of my favorite parts about Christmas is putting up the tree.
One of the most enjoyable tasks for a boy in service – putting up and decorating his Sir’s Christmas tree. His Sir put lots of careful consideration into selecting the best cage, collar, and muzzle for his boy to wear around the house, so it’s best to bring the same consideration into the only other thing his Master loves to look at as much as his boy. alphajock posted how he only gets to come once a week on a Saturday, but maaaybe if the tree look particularly breath-taking, he might just get a White Christmas after all…
“Oh my god, Becky, look at that butt, it is so big.”
I found this promo clip while looking up Nick Ayler from the surfing post. It’s really a minute thirty of shameless eye candy, but goddamn what a body! The clip is just long enough to give you half of a good boner.
Title: Nick Ayler by Richard Gerst, editorial clip for Stefano Guerrini @GQ.com Italia
Hi there, thank you for your question!
I already made some videos, of which I posted some on xtube. There were more, but I deleted some for privacy/recognition. Just search gayboykink and you can find some milking-videos. 🙂
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You have an Xtube channel?? Oh you dooo. Well there goes the next hour of my life. You are so hot <3
Day #1 in my new training device…
So, our dynamic is a little different than most of the others I have seen on here. I am the dom in our relationship. My partner gets mad at me because I tend to masturbate a lot when he is at work and I am home alone. By the time he gets home, he is ready for lovin and I am not.
This was our idea. He gets full control of when I can come. I can’t come without him there to unlock my cage. Granted, he has warned me that he may just want me to blow him and fuck him with a vibrator or dildo, and I still won’t get mine. He is using this to make me appreciate his hole more and to not want the familiar palm I use extensively, but to long for the warm hole that longs for my dick every day.
He says he will keep me locked up as long as it takes for me to see that jerking off is not the option, unless I am jerking him off while I am balls deep.
I am a little worried, however… He also says that since he is the key holder, I have to do whatever he wants sexually. He has read some of the blogs about guys who have cum from prostate stimulation alone. I don’t particularly care for penetration, but he warned me that he wants to test this out on me with a “P-Zone Vibrator” while licking my balls. He wants to see me cum while soft and in my prison. Is that even possible?
In any case, I’m turned on by this role reversal… I’ve always had control, now he is in command. He doesn’t seem to want to fuck me (thank god, his dick is huge!), but he doesn’t want me to come unless it is inside of him (aside from the prostate orgasm).
Lastly, I went shopping today, while all strapped in… It was kind of amazing. My bulge was bigger than normal due to the metal in my pants, and with every step I could feel the cage grasping my cock. It is really sexy. Let’s just see if I still think it’s sexy when my partner doesn’t let me out for a week!
HOT.
Ok, so here’s the deal – if he really wants you to be milked from your prostate, you need at LEAST 8 days caged up. Otherwise you won’t build enough seminal fluid to be milked. 14 days is a safe bet with constant tease and denial.
But seriously….it’s really hard to not be impatient and try it after like 5 or 6 days. But you have to be patient 🙂 Trust me….I just tried this with my partner.
Good luck!
I look forward to seeing the results of your lock up! Those balls are gonna be even bigger. It’s nice to see a thoughtful dom entering chastity for his partner’s satisfaction and pleasure. This is what happens when couples communicate well. Sexy as hell.
“Ok you’re the resident gay guy here right?”
I peer up from an issue of GQ. “Uh. Unofficially I suppose since Campy Steve transferred. If you’re going to ask me if your dick is the wrong size, don’t bother. Your dick is fine as it is.” I return my attention to the article on handmade boots when he pipes up again.
“No no not that…it’s my ass.”
“What about your ass?” I tilt my head.
“I just wanna know if it’s flat. I was looking in the mirror and it has like, no definition. My sister says men should have a butt because it implies they’re masculine, and I’ve become self conscious about it.”
Well, I’ve spent enough time secretly eye-fucking him, I should be able to write him an essay on his ass. Instead I non-nonchalantly pop my gum and respond, “You need to get your pants tailored. They sag in the back and I can’t see your ass at all. Tailored clothes are the trick to lookin’ good.”
I was expecting a perky response and the subject to be dropped. Art Pearson was quiet for a moment so I try to find where I left off for the second time. Just when I locate the paragraph, I hear the rustle of fabric.
“Ok what about now? Just tell me if it’s flat."My jaw drops and my gum falls onto my lap. My roommate was standing by the window with his pants around his thighs like a little boy at a urinal. Ok, everything I suspected about his ass was wrong. How had navy wool hid such a soft bubble butt from me for four months? It was lovely, the curve, the tone, how it was perched on his solid thighs. The apricot flesh was warm and dotted with freckles.
It wasn’t the ass of a boot-camp hardened sailor and gym rat. It was the ass of a man that participated in boot-camp for a career in administration so he’d always have a reliable source of income to fund a ravenous appetite for romance novels and eating after-dinner chocolates snuggled under a plush blanket. The urge to squeeze it is overwhelming. The words will not come out of my mouth; I have to pull my knees up to hide a half hard erection.
"You’re not saying anything,” Pearson laments. “Is it that bad huh? You can’t even find it can you?”
I put my gum back in my mouth, “No it’s uh… ok now do I say this? If you were my boyfriend, you’d never be allowed pants in the house.”
Pearson glances over at his shoulder, “…Really?”
“Oh yeah your ass is flawless. Please put your pants up you’re giving me an erection.”
Blush spreads on his cheeks, the flattery all over his face. “My ass is turning you on?” he gasps.I shut my magazine and shove it over my lap. “Yes! Dammit, stop that.”
Art drops his hands and bends over to pull up his pants, in the process flashing just a peek of his balls at me. I suppress a groan. He doesn’t even notice and says with a casual air, “I suppose being given a compliment by a gay man is the highest compliment I could have received on my butt.”
I rub my jaw and jest. “I don’t know if we can continue being roommates now with you knowin’ my secret weakness for cute asses ‘n’ all.”
Art considers this. “Well now I’m curious about what you think of my package too…”
I am so close to throwing the magazine at his head. His innocence is making me crazy. How has he survived the machismo-heavy Navy mentality? “Art if you show me your cock I’m going to want to touch it,” I warn. “I’ve had a crush on you for like forever, and if you’re straight I don’t think it’s a good idea to bait me like that.”
Pearson just stares at me. I think I broke his brain. I know zilch about his sexuality or his type – he’s a bookworm, not a Chatty Kathy – so my default hunch is that he’s hetero. Assuming anything else in this barrack is a terrible idea. “Art…” I begin, but he interrupts me.
“Well…I was just thinking, in an abstract sort of way,” he says, considering each word. “If you’re a gay man, you know your way around the male body pretty well…”
Oh dear god, I’m in a real live porno.
“…so in theory wouldn’t you give better handjobs than a chick? Cause all the girls I’ve done them with have given me rug burns and blue balls.”
Cue the bow-chicka-bow-wow music. “Um.” My brain is refusing to participate in providing in an articulate answer. Little did I know, Art had been wondering such a thing since he found out about my preference for my own gender and was excited to have found a chance to bring it up in a discussion.
“I’m sorry that was weird, forgot I said anything,” Art murmurs, reacting to my underwhelming response. He motions he’s about to button up his pants.
“No no! I just…all the blood is no longer in my brain Pearson, Christ, I feel like I just fell down the rabbit hole. Lock the door and get over here. I’m going to give you a special foray into my talents as a gay man and give that neglected ass some long needed attention.” I instruct before pausing, “If this is some sort of bizarre wet dream I just hope it lasts.”
Art holds up his britches while scooting over to secure the door, “No it’s not a dream…but it’s exciting isn’t it? My first gay experience as a straight man…”
“Honey I’m pretty sure your Kinsey rating is an even number.”
He blinks at me. “My what now?”
I toss the magazine onto the nightstand and pull out the bottle of massage oil slash lube. “Oh Art,…I am going to be the best thing to ever happen to you. Now come here, I’m going to rock your world.”
Day 35 – it happens again. HE command me and i cum without touch me.
Is it wrong I find this kinda hot?
He has panic attacks when I tie his arms to the table, so I devised this clever rope system to keep his arms restrained while I play with his cock. He’s been denied an orgasm for three days now as punishment for bad behavior, so his cock is happy to be free and experience my touches. I had just finished shaving and washing him, careful not to stimulate too much. “There we go, soft as a baby now, no more itchiness. Your balls are so adorable; they’ve filled out since you’ve not been cumming as much, nice and round. Hey, did you know your dick grew in crooked? Just a little more to the right and it would have been dead center,” I chuckled.
He whines and pushes his pelvis into my hands; I push him down to the table then resume petting his balls with the sides of my fingers with just a little pressure and even downward strokes. I can feel his testicles moving as I push them in the scrotum. God, I love this boy. I love holding his masculinity in my hands and stroking it like a kitten. A bead of pre-cum slides down his shaft. I cup him in my left palm, then press a kiss to the tip of his cock. I hear him gasp and my own member stirs. “Now we can begin.”