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projectdarkjupiter:

tbc

He’s having a chat with Sharon in the marketing department. I linger nearby with two drinks, pretending to consider some art on the wall with Sean in my peripheral vision. I note how much his leg is bouncing, how his hands are moving, how he’s participating into a conversation. Sharon gets a text from her babysitter and politely excuses herself to make a call.
I take that opportunity to walk up to Sean and hand him a glass. Sean relaxes and gives me a look of relief. “Thank you.” He takes the ginger ale and sips.
I put my palm on his shoulder and run my hand back over his spine until I can gently grip him at the base of his neck. I rub the pad of my thumb side against the thin metal circlet under his shirt. As I do this, Sean straightens his back and his chin lifts ever so slightly.
“You’re been a good boy, Sean,” I murmur softly, just loud enough for him to hear.
Sean flushes. “Th-thank you Sir. I mean. David.” He glances around to make sure no one heard that and clears his throat. He sips his drink again.
“I mean it. I know how much you hate formal parties, but you still came here as my spouse and are doing a beautiful job. You are going to be rewarded for your behavior when we get home, as you are impressing me quite a bit tonight.”
“T-thank you Sir.” Sean fusses with his tie.
“Also, I cannot take my eyes off you in that outfit. I’m likely going to make you wear it while I’m rewarding you.”
Sean swallow with a noticeable bob. He shifts in his chair, uncrosses, and recrosses his legs. “Sir,” he whispers.
He doesn’t correct himself either time, and I remind myself to not get Sean into an embarrassing situation for himself. I let my hand melt away as Sharon comes back into the room. “Sorry about that, my son broke a glass bottle and got a bit of a cut.”
“Oh that’s quite alright, is he ok?” Sean says.
“He’s fine, thank you. Nothing a band-aid can’t fix.”
 “That’s a relief,” I add.
Sharon glances at both of us. “You two look like you’re posing for a painting, with you standing behind Sean like that. You seem so compatible, how did you two meet, if I may ask?”
Sean is happy to answer. I sit on the sofa and pepper comments in, as I sip my drink and observe him being social and playing his role as my faithful spouse. I’m the only gay man in my company, and I know Sean is a source of curiosity and interest amongst my conservative peers. If only they knew we weren’t married, but he was my collared boy. What would they say, oh what would they say? 

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“Awww lookit the puppy. What a beautiful baby. Is it a blue mix?
I nod.
"Hi there,” he coos. I watch as Zach takes off his glasses and gives the pup a little scritch. My eyes wander over his suit tailored to his body. Blue looks fantastic on him; he could almost be a fashion model posing with a prop dog. The two of them are far too beautiful for my shabby living room.

“So you finally got a real dog huh?” Zach asks.
“Well…”
“He’ll be a good companion for Smokey huh? Say, where is your pup boy anyway?”
“You’re looking at him.”
Zach blinks. “What…?”
“Look at the name tag.”
Zach does. “It says Smokey. Wait.” He looks at me, then at the dog. “What?”
“My pup boy liked being a dog so much, that I woke up one morning and discovered he had turned into a real, live pup.”
Zach is staring at me sideways now. “Not sure if you’re joking.”
“I assure you I’m not. I’ll prove it. Try to get him to do a trick. Something complicated.”
Zach thinks about this a minute. He goes through the basics – “shake”, “bark”, “roll over”. He then makes a gun with his fingers and says “bang!”. Smokey rolls on his back and puts his paws in the air, head lolling on the ground.
I laugh. “Good boy Smokey!” Smokey gets to his feet and comes over to me for a belly rub.
“There’s no way you could have trained a pup to do all of that in such a short time.” Zach says hesitantly.
I shrug. “As I said, my pup boy turned into a pup. Unbelievable as it is, that’s what happened.”
My friend looks at the puppy, silent.

Then, as if right on cue, my pup boy saunters into the room. He’s just woke up from a nap and was wondering where everyone was and who took his collar off while he was out.
“Hey!” Zach cries.
I burst out laughing. “Busted! You totally believe it!”
“I did not!”
“You absolutely did!” I fall back into a chair, clutching my sides. “God your face…Jesus Zach, that was fantastic!”

Smokey the pup boy tilts his head in confusion. “Roo?”
The real pup, whom I actually named Greybeard, goes to sniff him. Within minutes, they’re playing. I watch them, still chuckling. Zach looks sullen and miffed.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
“No, it really wasn’t, but the opportunity presented itself. I’m sorry. You do look bloody good in that suit you know.”
“Well,” Zach smirks, “I expect all you’ll get out of is a good look, because you are never gonna undress me out of it.”
I groan. “Aw, Zach, that was just harmless fun, why are you being hard to get? You know you came over here to get laid.”
“I did,” he admitted, ‘But you have two pups that need your attention.“
"They can amuse themselves as you see – hey, Smokey, watch out for the coffee table! Good boy.”

Zach folds his arms. “It’s gonna cost you an expensive dinner. THEN, I’ll think about coming back home with you.”
“Alright, alright. I can handle being owned by three boys.”
He grins. “That’s more like it.”

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Text is fictional. Couldn’t find the model but the clothier is Patrick Johnson Tailors.

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juatoz:

In the weding

“Julio? Where are you?”
“Over here. Is it ok for you to see me before the wedding?”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing. You barely slept last night in exciteme – wooow look at you! You look incredible, Julio. I’m so glad I spent the money to get your suit fitted. Just…wow.”
He blushes and smooths out invisible wrinkles.
“Mmm.” My eyes roved over him from top to bottom. There was not an inch I didn’t want to eat. “Take it out.”
“…Now?”
“Yes, I want to see you fully dressed.”
Julio’s signature blush returned to his cheeks. He pulls out his tucked-in shirt, then unzips his pants and extracts his package. I sigh. He’s really perfect. My dream boy come to life. There are not words to express how badly I want to ravish him and send him to the altar thoroughly fucked and flushed.
“Jesus. You are a gift, Julio. I am so lucky you are marrying me.” I step forward and pull him up against me to kiss his glossy lips. I slide my palms over the slick fabric fitted to his ass and push my crotch up against his. I slide one hand between us and stroke the plastic around his cock. He watches me do so, although he can’t feel it. I like that he watches, as if Julio needs the visual confirmation that I am denying him the pleasure of skin to skin contact. Still, the flesh is pushing up hard against the restraint.
“I can’t wait for our honey moon when you unlock me,” he pants. Julio is easily aroused. “We’re going to spend the entire day in bed.”
I nuzzle him. “You’re going to have to wait. We have to get married first.”

Julio moans. “I knew I was going to be horny when we got married.”
I chuckle. “Well, everything makes you horny…”
“Even more so now that my unlocked date is coming up so soon!”
“You’ve been such a good boy,” I murmur as I nibble on his ear. “You are going to get your perfect wedding night, indeed… but you will be locked up right after.”
He pulls away in surprise. “What? I thought it was coming off for good!”
“Well, that’s what I thought too. Then I realized something, Julio. When you and I met, our relationship was purely based on sex. Sex, sex, sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex – in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the elevator, in the club bathroom, behind the wall at that park. I was falling in love with you, but you saw me as nothing but a cock.”
“I did not!” he huffs.
“We rushed through every date we had to get to sex,” I gently remind him. “When I introduced you to chastity, I was hoping you’d like it as a kink and want to try it out, but it was also to try and take the erections away. I wanted to get to know you, the real you. I wanted to know if there was any emotion at all behind your pretty blue eyes. We started to go on real dates, you and I. Do you remember how fun those were? How romantic? There was no pretense or expectation…” I sigh. “You made me so happy.”
I watch his face furrow and then it dawns on him. “I never made the connection before, but I didn’t start falling in love with you until…. after our third date. I was just annoyed you wouldn’t unlock me because I was so horny, but it made me look forward to seeing you all the time – then I started thinking about you more than your cock… wow, I had no idea I had the chastity device to thank.”

“Thanks for what?”
“Oh man…” Julio looks concerned. “To think. If you hadn’t put it on me, our relationship wouldn’t have ever gotten past the purely-sex phase. I wouldn’t have realized the love of my life was right in front of me but I was too horny to see it. Someone else would have snatched you up, married you…”
I kiss him on the forehead. “But that didn’t happen. I love you so much Julio, and I’m so unbelievably happy you said ‘yes’ when I proposed.”
“Oh god,” he says, “I cried so much when you popped the question. I had been suspecting it but I was sooo surprised. I can’t believe I’m settling down.” He sniffs.

“Oh no,” I chuckle, “Sweetheart, don’t cry you’re going to make me cry.” I push away his tears with my knuckles. “Crying is for the ceremony ok?”
He nods. I give him a tissue. “I’ll hold myself together until then. And Dominick?”
“Yes?”
“I’m…kind of scared now, what would happen if you let me out of chastity too long. Would I fall out of love with you and just become another horny, sex crazed twink all over again? I don’t want to be a robot without any feelings.”
“Oh Julio, I shouldn’t have brought this up. You’re so emotional now.”
He huffs. “Well you did.”
I tuck him back in his pants and fix his shirt. “We’ll see what happens when I unlock you on our honeymoon. I was hoping you’d keep it off for the entire honeymoon, but you can always ask me to put it back on.”
He nods. “Is it safe to continue wearing the plastic one? It’s hard to clean.”
“Well, I was going to surprise you in Tahiti, but I got you a metal one, sweetheart, one that’s much easier to clean.”
“Oh Dominick!” he throws his arms around me. “You take such good care of me. I’m so glad I entrusted my heart to you.”
I squeeze him hard. “I will never lock that up though. I want it to beat loud and clear.”
He takes my hand and places it over his chest. “Can you feel it?”
I pause. “Yes, yes I do. I think it’s pounding out the Morse code for ‘I love you’.”
“Oh it is, Dominick, it is.” We embrace for a quiet moment, then Julio speaks up again, “Hey um…do we have a little time?”
“I think so,” I say as I glance at my watch. “Yes.”
“Would you fuck me please? You can see the outline of my full balls in these pants because they’re so clingy, even through the underwear!”
“Can you?” I tilt my head and cup him with my hand. “Mm you can. That’s fucking hot but your mother would cry. I want to save sex for our wedding night, though. Take off your pants so we don’t get drips on them. I’ll get the travel vibrator I keep in my bag and milk you real fast.”

“Oh I’m so glad you brought it with you Dominick. I don’t want to be leaking at the altar.”
“Well, as hot as that would be, I want you to focus on me up there, not your cock.”
“Agreed.”
I kiss him. “Ok I’ll be right back. Put a paper towel down and get on all fours on the sofa. I’ll be right back.”

It only took a moment to find the device. I found him in the same dressing room, naked from the waist down, shirt tails flipped up and out of the way. His plump ass was on view to me, and my cock began to throb at the view of it. I couldn’t take him though, it wasn’t time. I pulled up a chair next to the sofa and made sure the paper towel was in place.

I cupped his balls in my warm hand, stroking and petting them until he was aroused and swollen.
“Oh Dominick!” he gasped, squirming my hand. “Oh god, it feels so good. I just went from zero to horny in like 3 seconds!”
“That’s normal,” I quip. “Your balls are really full. I had no idea they could get this big. Maybe when we get home from Tahiti, it’ll be time for a ball stretcher.”
He groans, his face resting on the back of the sofa. “Don’t tease me, please, just milk me.”
“I am, I am. Just preparing you.” I lift his cock with my hand and nestle the vibrator tip right up between where his cock meets his balls, then flick it on.
He bellows out a moan and rolls his hips. I lick my lips. This is supposed to be a clinical exercise, but when I give him any sort of attention to his groin he automatically tries to seduce me to get more of it. “Calm down boy, just focus on the vibrations.”
“Feels so good,” Julio nearly sobs.
I move the vibrator in little circles against his testicles, loving the way Julio tries to escape my grip. His cock is jumping and twitching, try its best to get hard – but it’s futile, owned and locked. A couple milky drops indicate the rest is coming, and in a few seconds his seed gushes out in spurts all over the towel.
“Oh!” he cries out. “Ooooh god. It always feels so weird, Dominick! The pressure vanishes, but I’m still super horny. It almost feels like I’m peeing or something.”
I give him a little extra vibration to get the stragglers, then shut it off. He whimpers. “It’s perfect then isn’t it? Now your balls should fit better in your dress pants, your mind should be a bit clearer too.”
“Are – are you sure you won’t fuck me?” Julio asks.
“On the honeymoon,” I reply. I give his package a couple tugs, then go to find a napkin to clean up the mess. Julio watches me with clear eyes as I tidy up his groin and dress him. In minutes, he’s presentable again.

“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Wonderful,” he admits. “Like I’m ready to be married.”
I smile. “Your dad should be coming for you soon. I’ll see you at the altar.”
“Can’t wait.”
We share a kiss and then part.

In the photos of our wedding, Julio looks blissed out and is smiling like an idiot. I cried a lot and my eyes are red in some of the shots, but in a lot of them I’m staring lovingly at him instead of the camera. When I enjoy most about our photos though is what you can’t see – his cage under his clothes, and the key on a silver chain around my neck tucked into my shirt.

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Text is fictional. Source is OP I think.

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Mark stomped into his office and closed the door as politely as he could. “GodDAMN I thought that meeting was never going to end! Jesus. The Board can’t seem to deal with that fact that Cohen’s going senile. Even if Haim Cohen’s name is on the front of our building, it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t retire. Old man’s going batty.” He puffed out his cheeks. “Shit, I had so much to do this afternoon. I wanted to get out of here by 6:30 to make that concert across town but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. Yet again.”

“No you’ll make it,” I smiled, sitting on the edge of his desk.
“How?” he sputtered. “I have to itemize all my tax deductions, rewrite the proposal with considerations for the new third party, my inbox has likely imploded, not to mention IT keeps pestering me about swapping out my phone to the new ones they put in a week ago-” his stomach growled, interrupting him.

“Chinese food is sitting in that plastic bag to your right. I was going to put it in the fridge, but you said warm temperature Chinese food is better than reheated, so I left it. IT came and fixed your phone, I did your tax deductions – and I gotta say, I enjoyed categorizing ‘strip clubs’ under ‘business meetings’. I wrote the rough draft of your report, you can finalize it tomorrow morning. Oh and Steve’s wife went into labor, so he left, and I rescheduled his intern for him. Now, sit and eat before you fall over. I’m going to go make you some tea.”

Mark stared at me, a look of awe and incredulous worship on his face.
“Are you serious…?” he looked over and saw the new phone and knew I wasn’t kidding. “Oh my god, I’m going to get to see LCD Soundsystem after all. Christ, Theo, you’re the best assistant I ever hired.”
I smiled. “Just doing my job.”
“Do you want to go home early? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“A kiss would be nice.”

Mark blinked at me. I gave him a confused look. “A kiss?” he repeated.
I felt the color drain from my face. “Oh my god. Did I say that outloud?”
“Yes you did.” He reached out and grabbed my tie, pulling me up against him until I could smell him. Mark always wore this Chanel scent with these rich vanilla undertones that made my heart flutter. He pushed a soft kiss against me, and once I melted into him, he only gave me more and more. I pushed my tongue against his lips, seeking permission to enter. Mark still had his hand on my tie and he gave me a jolt and forced me back on the desk again, then pounced on my mouth and thrust his tongue into mine. I groaned into my boss, my fantasy of him dominating me slowly becoming a reality. Our kisses grew more intense, more hurried, as our underwear grew tighter, until we couldn’t breathe well and Mark pulled back.

We panted softly under the harsh office lights. My suit was rumpled and his cheeks were flushed.
“How…how was that?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I purred. “I didn’t know you were into men.”
“I’m not usually into men at all,” he admitted, “It just came over me. I had to stop or I was going to miss that concert.”
I blushed. “Well that was the nicest bonus I’ve ever received.”
He laughed. “Wait until Christmas. Now, if the offer is still open, I’d still like that cup of tea…I got Chinese food to eat and a concert to go to.”

I stood up and adjusted myself. “Coming right up.” My lust was fading. An impulse, was that all this was? I turned to leave his office. My hand was on his doorknob when Mark spoke up again.
“Theo – wait. Would you like to come over on Friday night? I’ll cook steak, we can open a bottle of red wine…maybe?”
I glanced over my shoulder. I could tell by the look on his face it had taken a lot of confidence to ask. Mark looked nervous.
“I would love that,” I replied. My chest felt warm as a smile bloomed on his face. “I’ll bring dessert.”
“You want to hear something funny?”
“What?”
“I might be a hoity toity office manager in fancy clothes, but my favorite dessert in the world is still rice krispy treats.”
“Awww,” I cooed. “That’s adorable. I’ll make you the best ones I can muster.”

Mark ran his fingers through his hair, sheepish. “I’d like that, actually. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Now eat your food before it gets colder. I’ll be back with your tea.”
He smiled at me, and dug into his beef and broccoli. Damn, I love my job.

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Text is fictional. The men are Dario Beck and Woody Fox, from an adult film called Diary of a Fox. More from the shoot here, and you’ll need spare underwear after.

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Jesse the IT guy was sick and tired of being the punching bag for the windbags in upper management. They knew little about how to use technology yet it was always Jesse’s fault when they installed a toolbar, saved over a crucial file, or forgot their password even though it was their last name first initial. One of these jackasses was tolerable, this guy named Gordon. A Mac user, he was completely helpless on a Windows PC but he was at least polite and cordial when asking for help (which was often). When Jesse did his end-of-the-month internet history checks, he was shocked to see Gordon had been doing searches for gay porn at work. He was supposed to report these things immediately as they were fireable offenses, yet, Jesse had a better idea.

He saw that Gordon had a fetish for eating ass and Jesse had always wanted to try it. So, after confronting him in an empty conference room, they struck a deal – Gordon on his knees for the lowly IT guy; Gordon got to keep his job, and Jesse’s ass got all the attention it could want. Boy had a magical velvet tongue, and he was an excellent cocksucker too. Of course, Jesse also taught Gordon how to find the best porn online but only when he wasn’t at work. He was happy to help Gordon stay at that company for a long time. Hell, it was the best job Jesse ever had.

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It’s not just the colour of your hair that’s changed /
It’s your head that you seem to have rearranged /
You now know how to put me back in my place /
Anything I want from you I think I got to chase /
 
And it feels so damn good / The way. it. should.

You’ve changed your look, your style, and the love that you give /
You’ve become the boy I would have cheated on you with

-adapted from The Correspondents