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Tanner looked down at his cock and sighed. Why did he shave his pubes for a guy? Why? It looked so silly. “Oh the stupid things we do for men,” he said to himself. He gently worked his fist up and down his shaft as it stiffened in his hand. Well it did make his cock look bigger, but more pitiful. It was extra-naked! Tanner gave it some sympathy strokes. “Don’t you worry, it’ll grow back. We’ll do some nice exfoliating and skin care, and then I’ll find you a nice man to play with you and who can milk you dry – make you shoot all the way across the room! I owe it to you, that last one was a real mistake. I blame the alcohol.”
Tanner could have sworn his erection seemed a bit prouder now. I think I have a nice cock though,” he said to himself. “Someone out there has to love my thick chubby cock in a small pair of panties though. Just have to find that person who won’t be able to keep their hands off me, maybe someone who will lean over and whisper in my ear at the line in Starbucks: Are you horny sweetheart? Is the silk rubbing on you the right way? Why don’t we go into the restroom before we leave and see how far your foreskin is pulled back and how wet you are.”
Tanner groaned and increased his speed. “Fuck, I should have stayed home and focused on myself this weekend instead of going out. Even my fantasies are making me hotter than that guy ever did!”

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Captions are fictional. Regardless of the caption….that’s like a perfect cock.

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“So…let me get this straight.”
“There’s nothing straight about this, boy.”
“Ok, well then, let me see if I can make this clear.”
“Go on.”
“So this job of cleaning your house naked was actually an interview?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to move out of my shitty apartment in to your awesome house and be your houseboy and poolboy?”
“Yes.”
“Naked.”
“Yes.”
“And when I finish my degree in massage therapy, you’re going to probably expect me to massage your impossibly-hot-for-48-year-old-body out by the pool?”
“Yes.”
“And you want access to my cock and want me to fuck you when you demand it? and will sometimes fuck me in return?”
“Of course. It is a long, beautiful uncut cock, I intend to enjoy it.”
“Uh ok, just…clarifying a few things.”
“Any other questions, boy?”
“….Uh, yeah, when can I start, Sir?”

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“Finally, got everything all neat and squared away! Sure is a lot of work just to isolate my favorite toy, but it’s worth it. Now it’s time to play without any pesky distractions or hindrances interrupting my fun. Oh, it’s all soft, tsk tsk, no, we can’t have that now can we, boy? And you are definitely a boy, mm yes you are.”

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Sebastian knew he was not allowed to touch his Master’s musical equipment. He could only run a feather duster over their surfaces. A lot of it was very valuable, some probably more valuable than he was as a replaceable houseboy. Yet, out of everything, the keyboard tempted him the most. He went to close the window because rain was on the way, and lo and behold, the keyboard was right there. He was mulling over the temptation to press them and didn’t hear his Master wake up from his nap.

The notes of FĂĽr Elise drifting down the hallway were unmistakable. Sebastian’s Master knew instantly his boy was breaking a cardinal rule. He caught him red handed, guilt all over his face. Sebastian knew it was against the rules and had done it anyway, had given into temptation.

Sebastian tried to smooth this over by placing his hands against the wall and pushing out his ass, assuming the spanking position. His Master stood behind him for a moment, quiet, until he said just one word: “Why?”
“Instruments were meant to be played Sir…I’m sorry I gave into temptation, Sir.”
His Master sighed. “Well I am disappointed. You know I don’t like anyone else’s fingerprints but mine on my instruments. At least your FĂĽr Elise was on point. You are going to get a spanking, boy. Face forward.” Sebastian heard him rustling around. “Now you can’t see this, but in my hand is a tuning device. When I strike you, you will tell me which note it sounds like. You’re getting 25. For every missed answer, you will get another swat, doubling your number. For every right answer, you’ll get five minutes to masturbate under my supervison.”
Sebastian’s eyes went wide. “Sir that’s-!”
“A challenge? Yes. If you think you are so accomplished at music that it excuses putting a houseboy’s fingerprints on my things, I want evidence.”
Sebastian groaned. He really did know better and felt stupid the had no one to blame for this but himself. Still, a part of him was impressed at his Master’s creativity and brilliance in keeping him in line.

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