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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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Lachlan was examining an old book of costume designs for details to borrow for illustrations when he heard a knock at the door. He was both relieved and annoyed by the sound. He needed a distraction, but he bothered that inspiration wasn’t coming to him. The illustrations were due in two days and he hadn’t done the linework – not to mention the coloring! Ugh, it was going to be overtime for sure. The other drawings
for the Richman campaign came to him instantly; he’d propped them up to
remind himself he didn’t suck at his job.

Lachlan sighed and closed the book. “Yes?” He glanced up at his secretary, a smiley, plump blonde woman.
“Um,”
she said, pointing a pencil toward the front of the office, “Your
husband is here. He’s bouncing off the walls, demanding he has to see
you ASAP.”
“Is something wrong?” Lachlan asked, already striding to the door.
“No, quite the opposite, I think.”

Their head illustrator was already running past her to the waiting area.
“Julian?” he called.
Julian
heard Lachlan’s voice and jogged toward him. He was grinning so hard his
cheeks hurt, all his teeth on display. “Come here, I gotta tell you something.” Without waiting for a response, he grabbed a very confused Lachlan by the sleeve and dragged him back into his office and
shut the door tight.
“Julian what’s going on?”
“Lach they picked us!” He leapt into his husband’s arms.
“Ooof!” Lachlan exhaled in surprise as he found his arms full of a petit brunet.
“They picked us!” Julian crowed.
“Who picked what?” Lachlan insisted.
Julian
kissed him hard. Lachlan did not dislike that, but was a tad embarrassed to
be receiving that in front of an open window. “My goodne-“
“The
adoption agency called. Couple 17, the teenagers we met two weeks ago? They liked our profile, the book we
sent them, the photos… It’s really happening Lachlan. They’ve picked us to adopt their daughter
when she’s born.”
“…What?” Lachlan breathed, shocked.
Julian smiled. “We’re going to be parents.”
All
the air left Lachlan’s throat. He worked his jaw, but nothing came out.
Tears sprung to his eyes. Julian wiped them away with his sleeve. “Us.
Parents. It’s really happening.”
“Oh my god,” Lachlan sputtered. He let
Julian down so he could hug him properly in a bone-crushing grasp.
“You’re 100% serious? They’ve picked us? Why?”
Julian giggled,
overexcited. “Yes. Our adoption counselor didn’t want to spill all over
the phone, but she said for both teenagers, there’s lot of
religious mania in the families. Huge homophobes, too. The teens said they wanted their kid to
have a “modern life” as they put it.”
“…Are you saying being a gay couple ended up working for us? After all that rejection?”
"That’s what I’m saying.”

Lachlan stared at Julian, trying to digest this. He let out a whoop and punched
the air. They made so much noise that Cathy knocked on the door.

“Um, is everything ok there in Lach?”
He went to the door to reassure their receptionist. “No it’s great! It’s fucking great! I’m going to be a dad!!”

When Lachlan’s boss found out about his and Julian’s adoption success, he took everyone in the small company out for lunch and drinks. People kept buying Lachlan and Julian drinks and the couple got a bit too drunk. Lachlan was given the rest of the day off, and Julian escorted him home.

They stumbled in through the door to their house, then made love on the sofa. As he was lying there, out of breath, delirious with happiness and cuddling a napping Julian, Lachlan suddenly had the inspiration for the drawings he was stuck on at work. He was feverishly sketching when Julian came to fetch him for dinner. After a nice meal, he went right back to his office to put down the basics for the colors. When he was done with the preliminary work, Lachlan didn’t even take a break before moving on to the next drawing project: designing the nursery.

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Geraldo has gotten an alpha male’s attention by strutting around in tight fitting white underwear and teasing himself in it to half mast. He’s about to discover though, that there is a different between advertising to and taunting an alpha male. “I was a good boy this weekend and didn’t masturbate, but my balls are so full! I need someone to milk me between my legs,” said in a low, husky voice, is a good way to end up naked in five minutes.  “Sure you’re fucked a lot of boys, but once you’ve had mine, you’ll spend the rest of your life comparing everyone else to me,” is acceptable, if not a little dangerous. “I bet you’re all talk and no action, just because you know how to stick your cock in a boy doesn’t mean you’re any good at it, so prove it,” is a terrible idea. “I’m sure that’s just a sock in there, you gonna pleasure me with a sock?” is red flag territory.

Geraldo is about to learn that lesson now, as he’s about to receive the hardest fuck of his life, and feel that alpha cock probe parts of his pussy he didn’t even know could be reached. One arm will be around his neck, holding him in place as he takes the biggest dick of his life. He’ll love it, but once he realizes the full power an alpha has over his little twink body he’ll not only respect them more, but gain a healthy little bit of fear as well. Geraldo will think twice about poking them with a stick in the future.

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Text is fictional.