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Jordan looked up from his phone at the sound of the key in the lock. "Oh my GOD." Etienne burst through the door in a tornado of noise - purse charms jangling, key charms clanging, the soles of his ankle boots tapping on the tile. He pushed the door shut. Paper bags rustled as they were plopped down on the counter. "I thought I would never get home in that traffic." He fished his sunglasses case out of his leather bag and put away his Dior shades away. "Bad day, Etty?" "No, it was a great day actually. I did all my errands, met up with Lucy for lunch, got the last blouse in sage in my size at Loro Piana, my belt repair was done early..." "So what's the distress?" Etienne shot him a look that said I-can't-even-are-you-serious. "Because I am SO fucking horny right now, and I need you to fuck me immediately." He pointed at Jordan. "Right now." Jordan barked out a laugh and put a hand on his chest. "Please," Etienne said, the word dripping with sarcasm. "Well, since you asked so nicely." Jordan swung his legs off the sofa. He gestured with one hand. "Come on then." Etienne walked over to him, and Jordan put an arm around his waist and walked him to the bedroom. "Like you have no idea how distracting this is. Like, I was so worried I was going to leak through my linen pants all day. Do you know how to get cum out of linen, because I sure as fuck don't. I don't think that's something they put on the care tag. Hard enough to get it out of silk!" Jordan was trying so hard to suppress the giggles. "Let me see love." He untied Etienne's pants and let them pool to the floor. "Mnn you are straining." He helped Etienne unbutton his shirt. "You want to take your jewelry off?" "No." Of course not. Jordan pushed his own slacks to the floor and tossed his shirt on a chair. "Should we use a condom?" "Yeah probably, but if you come before I'm done I'm gonna be pissed." Jordan hid his smile. Private school had groomed Etienne to be a quiet, demure, distinguished observer, and getting to see this unrestrained catty side of him was Jordan's private joy. Jordan backed himself up to the pillows on the bed and gave himself a few strokes to get things going, but seeing Etty's cupid's body in that lingerie already had his motor purring. Etienne grumbled with impatience as he striped himself down to his stockings and climbed on the bed. "You lubed up?" "Yes." "Great." Etienne pushed Jordan's hands away and took over himself, positioning his ass to just the right spot to lower himself. He hissed as he worked past the burn. Jordan put his hands on Etienne's hips. "Alll the way down. That last inch always get you - give yourself a second to adjust." Etienne whined. "Can you put more lube on?" "Yeah, sure. Try now."

Jared watched Patrick peeing off the trail. "That is not going to fit in me," Jared said half to himself. Patrick looked up in confusion, then at Jared. He followed Jared's gaze back to his dick. "Oh," he chuckled. "Yeah it will. It'll fit. That's what lube's for. Your hole is gonna eat it up once it slides in." Jared was not convinced. "Nuh uh." "You'll see. I'm guessing you've only been with bunny rabbits who don't want to take the time to prepare their partners. A good partner will loosen you and get you relaxed so it doesn't hurt so much." Patrick hefted his cock back in his pants and zipped his pants up. "Sorry what was the last thing you said?" Patrick laughed. "You'll get plenty of time with my dick later pretty boy. Come on, we got a few more miles to go." Jared grumbled and adjusted his bulge. "Great, now I have to hike horny." "You're in your 20s, you're always horny." "...Yeah you're right." Patrick grinned. "Come on bunny. Let's get a move on." "Bunny??"

Rich could hear the footsteps running down the wooden hallway like a kid coming to a Christmas Tree. "Oh lord," he muttered, "Regretting it already." Billy popped into the doorframe. "Got your tex- woah! you weren't kidding! You're gonna bust out of your underwear." "You want it or not?" Rich said in a muffled voice around the toothbrush. "Fuck yeah I want it," Billy said. "Step back a little." He knelt in front of Rich and pulled his underwear down. "Fuck, man, I love your dick. It's gorgeous. I swear you get bigger..." Rich spit into the sink. "You really are a freak." "Well you like it, so what does that make you?" Billy said. Rich tapped his cheek with his palm. "Don't get smart with me."

Him and his stupid plans. That fucker always has plans. You swear he's got a whole separate calendar for you somewhere - when you get unlocked and cleaned, when you get unlocked for time in the Carrara belt, when you get unlocked and get to cum (which is like never), when to leave you alone with the vibration for a while, when he's gonna fuck you, etc. His planning is so precise it's almost mathematical. It's infuriating cause you can't argue with it. Every date locked in cause the sun's in a certain place in the sky or some shit.

Calhoun snickered. "Boy, you're not gonna pay your rent or your debt with modesty. When I say to drop your pants, I mean drop your pants." Marcus blushed and pushed his boxers and jeans to the ground. It was real weird standing there naked, exposed. It wasn't exactly warm in there either. Felt like his dick was trying to crawl back inside himself. Calhoun tilted his head and rubbed his beard in consideration. "Turn around." Marcus shuffled in a full circle. "And you said you prefer men?" "Yeah," Calhoun quietly. "Interesting. Well. We have too many white boys in our roster, and our clients would like some other choices. You could be many things." Calhoun sipped his Coke out of his glass bottle. "You'll have no problems paying off your debt if you think smart and stay off the dope. But I want to make you another offer." "Oh?" "I have a club near Times Square. You'd have to pay for me to train you, of course. But with that investment you could make much more than just me keeping you at a house and waiting for clients to come in. You'd pay off your debt a lot faster. And have some fun doing it." Marcus just stared at Calhoun without saying a word. "You'd be a pretty dancer. Plenty of people will want to take a dancer home. Play your cards right, some rich guy may want to keep you as a pet," Calhoun snickered. "I wouldn't mind bein' a dancer," Marcus said from his dry throat. "If you think I can make more money. I want to pay off this debt real bad. These people don't like to wait." "A motivated escort is a good one." Calhoun put his glass bottle down. "Then it's settled." He looked over at the big guy in the suit standing next to the sofa. "Call Dan, have him find Marcus a room. And make an appointment with Dr. Gonzalez. And tell Rosie she's gonna have a new boy to schedule." "Yes sir," the man bowed his head. He didn't move right away though. "Calhoun Sir?" "Yes Ruiz?" "May I be his first? He's really beautiful." Calhoun laughed. "See Marcus? You're going to be very popular." Marcus was too stunned to speak. He'd never been called "beautiful". Or wanted, really. He'd never been popular. He'd been real nervous about coming to Calhoun, but he was surprised to find a tingle of excitement in his gut. He'd slept for guys for money before when he needed cash for a hit. That had gone well, but who knew it could go better? Who knew he could actually have a knack for this?

"Oh let's stop pretending. Get over here and service me already, I came here from class and haven't been able to nut all day and I'm uncomfortable. Oh yeah, I already know this is what you do. I heard from the football team how much they like you...don't tell me they were wrong. Uh huh, thought so. Settle right here on the floor between my knees, baby. Good boy."

"Hey John, whose boy is that?" "Huh, what?" John was watching a bird in the tree. "The guy in the red Speedo, who is he with?" "Oh David? He lives at the guest cottage behind the house we're renting, remember? He's the cleaner and stuff." Saul blinked. "That's him? I thought the caretaker was the old guy..." "No that's the gardener. Man that bird is really pretty...just swaying in the leaves..." "Did you take a gummy?" "Maybe." Saul patted him on the leg. "Godspeed." He watched David tidy up the empty cans and hang up wet towels. No one was paying him any attention. He didn't have the biggest ass or the fullest Speedo or even the best hair cut, but Saul liked his body language. He wanted to be useful. Wanted. This river-side property was advertised as a gay-friendly retreat space; Saul wondered if that extended to the caretaker. Saul waited until he caught David's eye. He crooked his finger until David came over. Saul held his arm and pulled him down so his lips were against David's ear. "How far does your service go?" "I uh - well -I-" he stammered. "Come to my room tonight?" There was a loud splash and raucous laughter on the other side of the dock as a deck chair and its occupant went into the water. "Dude," John said. "Oh dear! Is everyone ok?" David rushed over to help one of Saul's other friends and prevent a cooler from floating away.

Mick stepped out of the shower and froze in the doorway of the bathroom to drink in that sight. "Well. That sends a pretty clear message." He threw his towel over a hook. "Won't be needing this." He grabbed the lube out of his dob kit and strolled over to the bed where the feast was being served. Mick cupped RJ's ass with hands that grew up playing piano and squeezed. RJ whimpered. "Don't tease me, please, I just - really just need it." "You know, when I see the schedule in Mastertour and see we're going to be on the bus for a few days before we get a hotel room, I smile now." "Oh my suffering is entertaining to you?" Mick snorted. "Suffering? Aren't we dramatic." "It makes me a good song writer," RJ muttered. Mick popped the lid and drizzled the fluid down the split between the peach. "That's funny, we've been playing the same line up for a couple weeks now on tour, and I don't remember hearing any tracks about me fucking you." RJ looked back at Mick. "That's what Paladin is about. Why do you think it's the only track on the new album we don't play live? Makes me too horny to sing it..." Mick was too stunned to speak for a moment. "Ok that is brand new information." "You never realized it?" "No. Remember? I'm a drummer. I'm dumb. I just make things go bang bang." "That you do big boy. Come on now, bang me, before I lose my erection." Mick reached up underneath RJ and gave him a few pumps of encouragement. "Nope that is still going pretty strong." "Nnnn~~" Mick released RJ and let that heavy cock hang so he could slick himself up. "You want me to stretch you?" "No." "Fuck," Mick groaned as he put a knee on the bed. "I love touring with you. Also why did you kiss me on stage tonight? Fans are gonna be blowing up our socials about that." "You looked kissable." "Great, thanks for clearing that up." RJ giggled. "Come oooonnn." "Fine, fine." Mick pushed his head down on to the bed. "Knees a bit more wide apart. Good boy." He guided himself into RJ who was of course, tight, and needed to be stretched, but was begging Mick to just push it in. With the power of lube anything is possible, and his head popped in. RJ gasped with a shudder going down his back. "Yeah more!" "Gladly."

Master John flexed his hand to ensure the glove had the right fit. "Alright boy, I'm ready. Hand it over." Paul offered the glass jar of organic peanut butter. With the twist of the hand, the metal lid moved and the safety seal popped. "There you go." John handed the jar back. Paul felt a knot in his pelvis tighten when he heard the leather in the glove creak and wished Sir was gripping him instead. Anywhere would have been fine. "Thank you Sir for opening it." "You're welcome. I look forward to tasting those cookies when I get back from my appointments." "I'm excited I finally have time to bake. Dinner and dessert will be waiting for you Sir." "I look forward to it boy, I will be hungry." John pulled on his leather jacket. "The night's yours boy, but remember-" he lifted Paul's chin with his finger. "No using your plug to masturbate. I don't want you messing with it and setting yourself off. Want you horny to warm my bed properly tonight, you hear me?" "Yes Sir, I will Sir. I mean, won't Sir. I will, and I won't, uh, I think." Master John chuckled. He leaned over to kiss Paul on the lips while also cupping his cheek. "Love you, I'll text you when I'm on my way home." "Yes Sir." Paul melted at the touch and the scent of his cologne mixing with the leather. Paul saw Master John out to his appointments at the local club and closed the door behind him. Master John would be gone a while, with the milkings and punishments he had to dole out to his clients. But not his load. That was for his boy. Paul carried the peanut butter back to the kitchen, feeling of the plug every step of the way. It brought him back to the present instead of thinking head into the the future when Master John would warm his ass and fuck him into the bed. Or maybe the swing tonight... "Oh man," Paul sighed as he thumped the flour on the counter. "This is gonna be a long evening. I swear I am going to jump his bones the second he comes home."

Au contraire. Daddy sees your potential. He's frustrated that you waste it and you're not getting the most out of your university education. He is already annoyed his daughter married you for your family's money. You're making them look bad. Lucky for you, Daddy knows that you can make a boy do anything you want if you control his penis. The way he motivates you is also the way he punishes you...better not let Daddy down...

"Oh, that? Yeah you bet I'm going out like this. This right here is fag bait," Travis jostled his cock in his jeans while grinning. "They love this, the second I walk in that bar those sluts are all over me. I can barely get to the floor to do line dancing! Hell if I do they just follow me back to the bar. So yeah, no underwear needed for me. Makes it easier for em to blow me anyhow. Oh, and I'll probably bring one of em home for some good breedin', so expect there will be someone else out here in the morning." Travis's roommate just stared at him. "Uh. Ok. Good to know." "Aight, well, gotta head off now, see ya later!"

John groaned and covered his face, arching his back like a harp's curve. "Henry, you can't say things like that, especially in public. I can't take it. I already feel like I'm going to explode with this stupid device on my dick." "No one's here," Henry said with a wide gesture of hi shand. "And I won't blunt the way I feel about you, not my thoughts or what I say. Especially when you're walking around with your pants slipping down your waist, you tease..." That got a slip of a smile. "Oh can you see my ass? Are they down too low? Oops." Henry looked amused. He pulled up John's jeans. "You need some tighter pants. Something short, that shows off revealing lines and leaks..." "No. Nooo. You wouldn't." "It is an arousing idea," Henry said. He pushed his hand down the front of John's jeans curled his fingers around the metal and flesh he found there, and locked eyes with John. "The more revealing things are, the more embarrassed you are, the hornier you get; and the more you strain, the more you leak. And the hotter it gets. And then you come to me begging me to fuck you in a frenzy. That is arousing." He withdrew his hand. John whimpered. "I think you're an incubus. That's the only explanation. That you're some demonic man set out to meet me to lure me into his dreamworld so he can drive me insane." That made him chuckle. "If I could feed only off your energy, I would." Henry brushed his cheek with the back of his hand. "Your cheeks are quite warm." "It's the sun," John insisted. Henry smirked. "I see. Why don't we go for a quick swim and get something cold to drink? You need to cool off." "I need an ice bath," John muttered. "A dip in the sea and lemonade won't do?" "Only if you skinny dip with me." "Deal." John's eyebrows went up. He wasn't expecting Henry to say yes so fast. "I'm in."

Jordy stopped abruptly as he walked past the mirror. For one jarring second he did not recognize himself. He was not used to seeing himself in a thong jockstrap like this. He'd put one on after his shower, testing it out. The mirror here was longer than the one in his tiny apartment. Jordy was fascinated at his reflection. He turned a little to the left and right. He'd never imagined himself wearing one regularly. Twinks wore one, fags, subs, boys...he never thought of himself as being cute enough or eager enough to be one of those. He was just "a guy". It was Fred that said he should try it. Said he would feel different. That clothes and gear can really change how you feel. Jordy had scoffed, because boxer briefs had never done him wrong, but he now he captivated by this magic. Wow, it made his dick look huge. He felt hot. A bit slutty. Jordy took a picture and sent it to Fred: "Gym shot." Nice. He gathered his shower kit and towel off the counter, intending to walk over to his locker to put his clothes back on. When he looked up, he saw another man eyeing him in the reflection of the mirror. Jordy turned around to looked at him. The man smirked at him. "You have a cute ass." He gave Jordy a little tap on his right cheek as he walked past. Jordy blushed. Well that had never happened before! Fred sent him an emoji of a face with star eyes. "Super hot." Jordy felt a tight knot of lust forming in his groan. "I hope you have some time this evening, because I need you to fuck me." "Come over right now," Fred replied. "I can breed you plenty before my 3 pm meeting." Jordy groaned. Fuck, did Fred cast a spell on that jockstrap or something??

Mark heard a bonk from the back of the car, like someone hit the trunk, so he glanced up from rifling through the CD binder. He startled at the sight of Norman who had suddenly appeared in front of his window. A couple of CDs slid out of the binder at the jolt and clattered down by his feet. "Bloody hell," he muttered. He rolled down the window. "Norm what are you doing out here? Did I forget something?" "No. Well, I just forgot to ask you something." "What?" Norman bit his lip hard enough to leave a dent. He seemed to be looking anywhere except at Mark. "Do you like, want to go do something sometimes?" "Like go to the Centre? I think my mates are going on Sunday..." Norman look pained. "Like a movie or something. Saturday night." Mark blinked at him. "You better be careful Mark, you don't want people seeing you with me alone and thinking you're a ~homosexual~." He said the last word in a posh voice. Norman scoffed, clouds of warm breath puffing out of his lips in the cold air. "I don't care. Once we go off to uni, I'm not gonna see all these blokes anyway. And I'm kind of done living my life based on their rules." "Oh," Mark squeaked. He fumbled to turn off the heater in the car before he melted down to where the CDs went. "Um. Well, bloody hell. Ok, um, I wouldn't mind seeing a movie, then." Norman exhaled a huge sigh of relief. "Um. Good. I'm glad, that's um. Good." He smiled. Mark smiled back. "I, uh should get back to the party then." Norman made a gesture with his hand. "Right. Oh wait here..." Mark dug a sharpie out of his backpack. "Gimme your arm." Norman thrust it into the car. Mark pushed Norman's sleeve up and wrote his number on his skin. Norman stared at it in awe. "Yeah guess I will need that. Thanks." Mark put the cap back on. "I'll uh, be waiting for your call." Norman hugged his arm to his chest. "Yeah, I'll give you a ring."