Buzzerguy HQ

“Sir, I concede my argument Sir. Sweatpants can be sexy, Sir. I should not have argued with you Sir.” “No Kenny, I like when you challenge me. It gives me a chance to flex my creativity. Besides, you seem to learn better by doing than talking.” I walk around to the side of the bed so I can get behind him; I kneel on the mattress and handcuff his wrists together. “Uhhh why did you do that Sir?” I slide off the bed and pick the remote up off the desk. “Oh for this.” I turn on the vibrator buried deep in the tightness of his ass, from when I put it in there at breakfast. “Nnnnggg!” Kenny squeals and squirms. “Oh you put it on high, Sir!” I turn it down a notch. “Better?” “I don’t know if that’s the word I’d use!” he gasps. I grin and set the timer on my phone. I show him the numbers on the screen counting down. “You have five minutes to cum in your sweatpants. After that, you will finish tidying your room with a wet stain.” Kenny gulps. “Five minutes - wait, why wet Sir?” “So every time your loose cock brushes up against the wet, cold fabric, you will be reminded that your orgasms and pleasure are at my mercy, and my will.” “I’m definitely at your mercy, Sir. Oh god,” he groans. “Look, you’re getting so hard - must be tight, straining with the rope around it.” I run my finger across the length of his shaft. My boy whimpers. “By the way I forgot to mention something.” “What is it Sir?” Kenny asks. His face is becoming flushed. I hold up my phone to show him the time. “If you don’t finish in five minutes, there will be punishment.” Kenny gasps. The conflict of annoyance, horror, and arousal shows on his face and in his eyes, and my lust for him only grows. I watch him as he squirms and tries to manipulate the plug inside using his posterior muscles. A wet spot blooms on the heather grey fabric. I lick my lower lip and watch him. Three minutes to go... he hasn’t had an orgasm or permission to touch his cock in three days, this should be easy for him. But if not? It’ll be much longer than three for his next one.

Michael lingers in the bathroom entrance and watches his boy do his morning stretches. During the week, he doesn’t get to watch this because he’s in the shower. Michael is mesmerized by the way the dawn sun plays over the curves and muscles of his body. Being a houseboy is a young man’s game, but as Isaiah had crossed 30 into 31, 32, Michael is finding his houseboy has been evolving into a beautiful creature that increasingly captures all of his attention and thoughts. Even when asleep. Over night, Michael had some fantastical dream last night about Isaiah’s nude body and woke up with a hunger for him. But when he roused to a bare state of consciousness, Isaiah already had his backside pressed against Michael’s erection and was pleading for it to go further. Michael is still entirely unsure who instigated all of it, but ‘rising with the sun’ so to speak is a fine way to start the day. Isaiah turns slightly and Michael can see some wetness on the inside of his thigh; he fixates on it. Most of Michael’s ejaculate has to still be inside of his boy, which Michael finds deeply satisfying. Isaiah rises from a position with his palms on the floor, then brings his arms over his head and pulls his elbows down. He looks over at Michael coyly. “Can I help you Sir?” “Finish up, I want to wash you.” “Oh, I would love that Sir. Weekends mornings are much better than weekday mornings, don’t you think?” “I think we need weekday mornings to appreciate weekend mornings, but honestly any morning with you is a good morning. You are my daylight.” Isaiah blushes prettily. “Thank you Sir. May I wash you too?” “You can, but I am going beg you for a back massage, just warning you.” Isaiah chuckles as he stretches his arms across his body. “Sir, that is not an inconvenience. It’s the only time I get to really get my hands on your ass.” “The ass is not part of the back.” “It’s the base of the back, Sir.” Michael gives him a look and holds out a hand. “Come here, you.” Isaiah smiles. “Yes Sir.”