Love (Crazy) Boys

Travis  eagerly moved to clean off the other man’s cock. And yeah, he was definitely taking his time to enjoy the taste and smell of the other man. His eyes fluttered close as he eagerly got to work before whining as he heard the other man’s words. But he knew better than to argue with him. So Travis moved to leave the room, making his way to one of the guest bedrooms. He set a alarm for three hours of sleep before going to bed. When he awoke, he didn’t hesitate to jump into the shower before getting to work making breakfast. His cheeks bouncing and jiggling as he moved through the kitchen trying to make the best breakfast he could. Omelette with some bacon strips.

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Easton loved how he’d managed to get this rich asshole to become his desperate servant and fuck toy. He planned to do so much more with the slutty pet. The dominant man woke up a little after the five hours, he could smell the warm breakfast. He followed the scent, wearing one of Travis’ robes and pair of underwear. “Who knew the spoiled rich boy could cook?” He smirked, spanking Travis. He had yet to try the food, but he had managed to prepare something. Which was more than he expected. The man poured himself a cup of coffee, and went to the living room, getting on the large recliner, feet up. “Bring me my breakfast, slave.”

Luca nodded, his mouth slightly agape as his master left him restrained and with a robotic dildo inside of him. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to ask if he could cum or not because that usually was master’s decision, depending completely on his mood. And being blind folded just wasn’t helping because it heightened every sense that his brain would try and ignore, at least normally.

“Fuck.” Luca cursed as he heard the door closing behind Levi and then the machine began to come to life, a low throaty moan escaping him as the dildo was positioned right against his prostate. Within ten minutes he was a moaning mess, desperately wanting to cum as his cock leaked a thick stream of his seed onto the floor underneath him and he moaned like a whore in heat. Wanting and needing more.

Levi used his phone to watched the man. He loved seeing his nearly sixty year old submissive squirm around in the floor from getting fucked. The machine wasn’t even at its highest speed yet, and he was a moaning mess. Levi only spent a few seconds watching the stream before he proceeded with his night out. One where he spent it having fun, not thinking about his sub. Meanwhile, the fuck machine never stopped fucking him.

Some three hours went by before he returned. As promised the fuck machine came inside the well-fucked hole. Five times since Levi had left. Each time it was close, it picked up speed until it shot the mixture of fake cum. Then went back to the speed as before, until it repeated the process. “How’s my perfect plaything?” Levi grinned, watching the old man for a bit before stopping the machine.

When Travis was ordered to go back to barking like the bitch he was? He didn’t hesitate. Letting out yelps and barks of pure pleasure as he did so. Travis’ barks were cut off as the other shoved his face back into the pillow and continued fucking into his ass. He groaned as he felt a warmth spreading inside of his ass, realizing that the other man was cumming inside of him. When he was given his orders? He didn’t dare disobey. Quickly standing up to go grab that glass of water and making his way back. He let out a small bark, his gaze on the other man’s dick. Clearly eagerly awaiting permission after giving the water to the other man.

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Easton smirked at the obedient whore returning with his glass of water. He was going to have fun with this. The top snapped his fingers. “Get to cleaning it, pet. I’m waiting.” Grabbing his phone, he stopped recording and played it back as the eager slut sucked his cock off. He took a couple sips of water, before checking the time. It was not even daybreak, yet. “That’s enough, you eager cock whore. Go find somewhere else to sleep. This is my bed now.” He chuckled, flipping the pillows over to the fresh side and getting comfortable. “I want breakfast ready when I wake up in… five hours.”

The bratty rich sub couldn’t believe he’s doing this. And yet he’s never been more turned on then he was now. “Arf! Arf!” Travis ‘barked’ between moans of bliss and pleasure as that cock continued to pound into his ass without mercy. Fuck…Why was it someone as big of a asshole as Easton was able to fuck him so well? The sound of those hips slapping against his fat ass only added to all of this as the other gripped him by his hair. “So good! So good! Love it so much!” Travis cried out happily.

-

Easton laughed at the sub’s words. “Good whore. Now back to barking like the bitch you are.” He pushed Travis back onto the pillow and continued fucking him hard, making those cheeks bounce with each slap. A few seconds later, he reached his orgasm with a loud groan. Thick cum shooting deep inside the rich guy’s hole, claiming him. He rode out his orgasm, then dropped to the bed. “That’s a good hole you got there.” He spanked the well-fucked ass, still catching his breath. “Go get me a glass of water. Then you can clean my dick.” He told the slut.

Travis absolutely despised that the man has managed to get himself in such a position. Yet at the same time? He’s never been more thrilled or turned on. A cry escaped as both of his cheeks were spanked a few times before he was given his orders. He grunted as his face was shoved into the pillow and he moaned as he let out a bark. “Arf!” Travis ‘barked’ to show that he understood the other man’s order before gasping as that long cock began pushing it’s way inside him. He groaned as he found himself taking more and more of that impossibly long cock. Feeling like it was almost never going to bottom out.

-

“What a good doggy slut.” Easton continued assaulting the man’s ass. Fucking in and out at a rough pace, even though he hadn’t yet gotten his entire cock in. “Mmm, you’re taking your Master’s cock like a fucking champ.” A few rough thrusts later, Easton was at the base. It was evident by the slapping noises that came from his hips hitting the dog’s thick ass. “Oh fuck yeah.” He groaned loudly. Easton grasped Travis by the hair and pulled his head up. “How’s it feel to belong to me now?”

Adam heard the tone and he felt it in the air - the subtle threat  and demand. He stopped in the middle of what he was doing, watching. Was he in real trouble? Most probably not, otherwise this conversation would have been done in the office. Like an official thing with HR and all. But Derek was approaching him, looking at him with a certain type of hunger that Adam had only recently noticed in other people’s eyes. “So my work will be to get you off?” He said in a weak, but cocky voice. He was smiling by the time there were barely any inches left between him and his young boss. “Right now?” He repeated the question. Truth be told, Adam could still feel himself slightly sore from getting fucked in the club’s toilets. But his cock reacted on its own, something about the perfume hitting his nose as Derek approached him. “Well, I don’t think that was in my contract, boss. But I’m always happy to take that next step to show how much I appreciate this job.”

-

Derek took a sip of the man’s coffee then set it down. He stood in front of the older man, hands going to Adam’s shoulders. “Your job will be to do as I say.” He answered pointedly. Technically what his job had been at the office, but Derek planned to take it one step further. It was clear that Adam shouldn’t be having this much freedom. The man was unable to handle taking care of himself or his responsibility. So he planned to take a ‘managerial’ position over the man. Something that would be beneficial to both of them. Derek lowered the man to knees. “A new contract will be drawn up.” He smirked, eyes connected to the older man’s. Derek pulled the man’s face into his crotch, rubbing his face against the bulge beneath his pants. 

Clay used the fact that Easton pulled him off his cock to take off his shirt and become actually naked. He smiled at these two handsome men and replied “I have, but not with two dicks like yours.” he said and then kissed the head of each cock. “Who is gonna stretch me? Who is gonna get sucked some more?” he asked them, stroking both cocks while his lips kissed and licked both of them, one at a time and changing often.

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Both men enjoyed practically being worshiped but the man, but Fred pulled Clay up to steal long heated kisses from the cock sucking doctor. Their hands wrapping into the man’s hair, or roaming over Clay’s exposed skin. Both passionately sharing the bottom. “Well…” Fred began, as Clay was kissing the other. “First you’re gonna get a double facial…” Then pulled the doctor over to crash their lips together.

Then, Easton spoke. “Then we’ll both stretch you.” He grabbed a fistful of the man’s ass as he said. They were both going to get into Clay’s hole, after all. The same hole. “Tell us, Doc. How rough do you want to get fucked?” Easton asked, pushing the doctor back down to his knees. Not aware that Clay was there to fulfill their desires. 

He cried out as he pressed against his nerves, the pressure making it even harder to fight against him than it already was. The rest happened so quickly, he could hardly believe it. His hand tied to his leg and then his mouth stuffed with the ball gag. If he wasn’t the victim, he might’ve been impressed. He tried to move again but he couldn’t even get enough momentum to stand up so he settled for glaring at his student.

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“Did you even really think you could take me?” He didn’t expect an answer with the gag on. Felix didn’t look like a fighter. He was only the psychology professor, but Ansgar had seen some pretty skilled fighters that didn’t look the part. He removed the belt, and instead used it to tie Felix’s wrists together. The professor was on his stomach, which gave Ansgar perfect access to his ass. He roughly pushed down the older man’s pants and pushed two fingers in.

“I…well never but still.” Matthias scoffed. “Teasing? Well yes, I have but you tease people you like. He flushed slightly, his naked body revealed as the sheet was lifted. “Yes I am. Why? Does that matter to you?” The thought of Easton taking his virginity just made him harder.

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“That’s correct, Matthias.” Easton smirked, throwing all the blankets and covers off the bed. It was only the two men over the mattress. Easton stood on the bed, looking down at the submissive naked boy. “It does matter to me.” He began to undress and was soon completely naked as well. “Look at you, hard for me.” He crossed his arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about this?” He chuckled. Before Matthias could speak, Easton shushed him. “Don’t speak. Nod or shake your head.”

Kinthos barked again as he struggled against Easton’s grip. He wanted nothing more than to stroke himself but the vampire was impossibly strong. “That’s what happens when you don’t prep me.” Pain mingled with pleasure, clouding his mind, as Easton pounded his hole; his dick was hard, leaking, and bobbing uselessly as it remained ignored. “Fuck!” Easton’s bite made him cum on the spot, his load shooting over his chest and splashing against the bottom of his chin. Kinthos clenched around Easton’s length, strong hips bucking against it. “That’s it. Take your fill!”

-

“I fucking love it.” The tightness making the vampire moan in pleasure as their bodies moved together. These rough motions continued as he sucked blood out the hot fae. Before Kinthos, he’d never had blood like this. It was intoxicating, better than anything he’d ever tasted. He came hard, sucking and letting Kinthos buck against him. He had to force himself to stop eventually, pulling his fangs out even though he wanted more, all of it. A feeling he hated, like only getting half a breath, but it was necessary. He bit his tongue hard, causing it to bleed, and licked his own blood over the puncture, curing the fae’s skin immediately. He turned over on his back, laying on the bed, coming down from the high. Letting the fae blood flow through him. It always made him feel so good. Especially when mixed with a massive orgasm. He licked blood off his lips as he pulled the other into a cuddle. He rested with the man for a short while before he spoke again. “Bring the mask, my pet. Along with the other things.”

“A couple close calls, but no accidents, even during the marathon streams. I did a whole tournament and didn’t make a mess!” Rafa was listing times he hadn’t wet himself, not realizing that any normal man would never even entertain the idea of wearing diapers all day like a toddler. Rafa was backpedaling to avoid it like it was inevitable. “I don’t need them during the day, honest. I’m here, I can take care of myself. I’m not a baby.” Rafa hated that he had to say that out loud. Because at night, swaddled in his diaper to prevent his “accidents”, it was hard to tell. Especially with the way his face was pinched in Irving’s hand, making his cheeks puff out a little. He was forced to look up at his professor as he spoke.

“And I’m not wearing them to class! Even as a joke, that’s not funny,” Rafa looked more adorable than serious, face suddenly screwed up with indignant rage. “Please, it would make me more stressed and embarrassed to wear the diapers all the time than it does when I have a close call. If this is about what I’m feeling, I’m feeling no.”

Rafael should know from class, that Irving was not the professor you tried bargaining with. Sure, the educator was nice enough, but he wasn’t flexible about his class rules. And it would be the same in his home. “I don’t think I believe that. Embarrassed? Maybe, though I don’t see why. More stressed? I don’t think so. Stressed about what, exactly? It’ll be an ease of mind. They’re only diapers.” A pause. “The new diaper rule is official, and that’s my final decision.”

Jules shook his head at the names. “You’re too young for sir and mister. Reyes comes from the latin word for king, yea? I could call you my little king. My latin king. His majesty…” he teased a little. He didn’t want any name where Levi was put on too high of a pedestal. “Or just Levi. It’s your name, after all.” Almost as if to shut him up, the bound, dripping man felt that first finger press to his lips, slipping past them. He smiled and sucked on it slightly, tongue swishing over the digit. He also bared teeth, teasing and biting at the finger. Jules was enjoying the game they were playing. His constant arousal and denial made him a supple plaything, more likely to agree to Levi’s commands and kinks. But he liked reminding him that he wasn’t without his own spine. Levi couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to, and Jules intended to have fun with it. So he bit the finger too, softening his mouth again only when Levi pushed in the second digit. Then Jules returned to sucking Levi dutifully. How easy it was for him to default to sucking anything put in his mouth these days. That was new. With the two fingers in his mouth, it was hard to respond to anything, so Levi told him what was to come and Jules found none of it sounded too far. He’d never done any shibari, but being tied up in new ways was cool with him. As his current predicament said, being left naked and bound on the floor was clearly turning him on enough to leak in his cock cage, so more could only be better, right? Levi then mentioned his car, and Jules snapped his head up. There was a well of anger suddenly, at Levi just taking something that was his. “Levi I need to know right now,” he said flatly, “If I said no, I wasn’t cool with that, would you still try to take my car?” Jules needed to know that Levi wasn’t just taking advantage of him. That they were doing this play together. Was it hot, that Jules couldn’t stop him right now even if he wanted to? Yes. Being helpless was hot for Jules. But only if he knew he could trust the person doing it. Jules was still waiting for his answer as the leather hood pulled down over his face and plunged him into darkness.

“Nah. ‘Sir’ is great.” That was until he heard the word ‘king’ come out of the other’s mouth. A slight smirk at the word. “Now there’s an idea.” He chuckled, letting Julian continue playing with the fingers in his mouth for another moment. Levi’s other hand running along the man’s smooth muscular back. Eventually, pushing past the last knuckles far enough get a choke out of him. A final show of dominance.

Levi immediately became interested by the man’s sudden reaction. Except Julian wouldn’t be able to see this. “I only respond to ‘My Little King’.” Levi teased, though he knew it wasn’t the time. He knew Julian was being serious right now, but he couldn’t help himself. Once the gag was on, he moved to the other end of the man.

He liked frustrating Julian, but not making him mad. So he didn’t wait long before speaking again. “Well, let me ask you…” He pulled, the man’s balls away from his body, rubbing them. Warming them up, so they’d be nice and loose. This let Levi see just how much he had been leaking. “Do you trust me?” Obviously, there was enough trust there for their play, but maybe not enough yet outside the play.

He began knotting a soft rope just above the balls, pulling slowly towards the cross belt. He tied it to the center ring, with just enough tug to feel it pulling. Then, he went back to Julian’s face, sitting right in front if him. “Do you trust me? Do you trust me not to try you?” Speaking as serious as Julian had been, a pause between questions to allow the man to answer with head gestures or grunts.

“Starting right in, huh?” Fabian said, not in the door more than a handful of seconds before Jovanni asked him to strip naked. Not that he minded. Jovanni had already seen him naked, and much more. Plus, the whole point of moving in together was to do more kink stuff together in privacy where things like constant nudity were an option.

So Fabian smiled softly and then started to unbuckle his pants and step out of his shoes one heel at a time. He undid the button and slid down the zipper as he stepped on his toes to pull the socks free. Fabian felt his pants sag down as he let go of them completely, revealing pale pink trunks with white piping. Fabian loved the way the lighter, softer colors stood out against his caramel colored skin. Seconds later, his hands slid beneath the waistband of his underwear, and both they and his pants were pushed down to the floor so Fabian could step out of them. Now naked from the waist down, his uncut cock and balls hung past the edge of his shirt, clearly visible.

Fabian took two steps away from the puddle of pants and shoes near the door, before he grabbed the back of his shirt’s neckline and tugged it up and over his head, easily shedding the t-shirt and leaving him completely naked except for the bright yellow collar on his neck. Fabian had been working out at Jovanni’s request, and the body that greeted its master was thicker and more toned than it had been a few months ago. “How’s it look? I’ve been working on my body for you…” he said, letting Jovanni take a good long look before he crossed the hardwood floor and knelt down between Jovanni’s legs. He sat his butt on the floor and rested his head on the inside of Jovanni’s thigh. His master hadn’t told him to sit on the floor. He could’ve laid down across the couch and achieved the same effect. But both of them knew Fabian’s place here.

“Well, I’ve missed you.” He sat back on the couch, relaxing his arm against the back. “A lot.” He still planned to show Fabian around, to get him situated, and explain some house rules, but right now he wanted some time to just be with his pup. The young master watched, fully clothed from his spot on the couch, as the the pup began to undress. His eyes never leaving the other, as if studying the boy’s body. The smooth skin glowing in the natural lighting. He bit his lip, thinking that Fabian would look sexy with some tattoos.

There was a pause before Jovanni answered. Glancing over the other’s body, despite having been looking at it, this entire time. “Looks good. You’re a very sexy puppy.” Still, he expected Fabian to continue working on his body. A soft smile creeped on his face as the submissive boy got near, lowering himself to the floor. As soon as the pup’s head went on his leg, the Master’s hands moved to touch him. “That’s a good boy.” One rubbed the pup boy’s head, while his other hand explored more of his toned body. The master affectionately caressed his pet for several minutes.

Two fingers slipped between the yellow collar. He moved along his pup’s neck, making sure the boy’s skin wasn’t chafing or irritated. He would get the boy a new collar, at some point soon, he decided. “I got something for you.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out the slutty pup’s new dog tag. He held it up to the other. Fabian’s name etched across the oval-shaped metal. ‘Master Jovanni’s Pup’ arched below it in slightly bolder text. The back filled with the master’s personal information. Jovanni attached it on the doggy’s collar.

“Woof, woof, woof!” Kinthos barked in quick succession, panting excitedly as Easton prepped his needy hole. He groaned and squirmed under Easton, whimpering quietly as the vampire’s dick stretched his ever-tight hole. “F-fuck.” Wrapping his legs around Easton’s waist, Kinthos arched his back and moved his hips in time with his lover. He tweaked Easton’s nipples with one hand as he stroked himself with the other. “Does a good pup need a cage for their manhood? How about m-mitts for their hands? Little to the l-left! Y-yes. There!” His groans grew louder, “Fuck, so good!”

-

“Good slutty pup.” Easton groaned out at the barks, leaving heated kisses along Kinthos’ jaw. “Fuck,” The vampire gasped as the fae’s hole choked his dick. “that’s so tight.” He fucking loved being inside sexy bottom. Everything about Kinthos was just irresistible. From his blood, right down to his perfect hole. Easton picked up speed, shaking the entire bed under them, banging the headboard against the ball. “Sure, I’ll put you in a cock cage. Make your manhood disappear.” He smirked, pulling both his hands above his head. “Keep you from touching yourself.” Cold skin pressed against the other in heated passion. “Mitts, and a dog tag with your name and who you belong to. Fuck--” He was almost at the peak of pleasure, the perfect time to sink his teeth at the crane of his neck. 

Jules was glad you couldn’t see blush across his skin. Because he was embarrassed. Not at the cock cage. That had been kind of exciting, and when Levi first suggested it, Jules had been more than willing to give it a try. It was more than a little hot to see his normally impressive cock compressed down into the cage.

No, Jules was embarrassed at what came after. Ever since the cock cage went on, Jules had been so god damn horny. Unable to relieve himself with the cage on, he hadn’t cum in a month, and that made him more pliable and suggestible. He never would’ve let someone strip him, hogtie him, or gag him like this. But Levi was right. He was “stripped of all dignity” on the floor as he was; butt naked, locked, and at Levi’s mercy. He’d never been at anyone mercy like this before.

Still, Jules was proud, and when Levi pulled the gag out, Jules’ words weren’t that of an eager submissive praising a master. Jules didn’t think of himself as a submissive at all. He was just playing with this new kink; trying something out. “You know I’m not one of those drip-lipped twinks, calling you daddy and shit,” Jules said, squirming a bit to try and get comfortable in his bonds. His movement just smeared that dripping precum against the floor beneath him. “This is all fucking hot, and you’re fucking hot, and I never would’ve tried any of this without you. So for that, I can say thank you. But fuck, I want to cum so bad.” Then he smirked a little, excited at the prospect to come. “You really gonna leave me here all night, while you go out and party?” There was equal parts desperation, excitement, and disbelief. Levi had done many things to Jules, but this: going out while leaving Jules bound and horny on the floor…this was new and embarrassing in a way that, yes, made Jules leak precum through his cock cage. “That’s hot.” He added with a smirk.

Levi chuckled at the statement. “Is that so? What sort of twink are you, then?” The younger man teased, knowing exactly what hogtied man meant. Though he was positive Julian was quite the sexy twink in his youth. These days, the anthropology professor was more of a hunk. “I’m too young to be your daddy, anyway.” Not that it necessarily had to do with their age, but overall it didn’t seem fitting to Levi, as well. “Go with ‘Sir’. ‘Mister Reyes’ also has a nice ring to it.” He made sure the gag had been removed fully from around Julian’s head, setting it aside.  

“Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t even done half the things I plan to do to you.” Levi sat crossed-legged, a finger tracing Julian’s jaw. “I’m sure you’ve heard of shibari. That’s next.” His finger moved to the other’s mouth, pushing between Julian’s lips. “I plan to tie you up in so many different ways.” And not just with rope, either. Right now, he had Julian hogtied up with simple leather cuffs and a cross belt connecting his wrists and ankles. “Ways that will make you even more immobile and at my mercy.” Two fingers slipped into his mouth, teasing the other. 

“I'm glad you think so. It’s hot suddenly remembering that you’re here helpless, waiting for me.” He answered Julian’s final question. “And, you don’t mind if I borrow your car.” What should’ve been a question, was said as a statement. A suggestion. “Now, for how I’m going to leave you...” He stood up, and started fixing a leather hood over Julian’s head. One with only a mouth hole. He wasn’t in any real rush to leave yet. Plus he still had the gag and one other thing to put on Julian. 

I’m not dumb. Aiden wanted to protest, but he didn’t, he just whined as something hit his balls, not uttering a word to disagree with Jovanni. He didn’t want to give the man a reason to punish him after all. Let the man see him as stupid if he wanted, it didn’t really matter. Besides, he wasn’t sure he could convince the master he was smart even if he wanted to disagree, Jovanni seemed to have made up his mind on the matter. 

He didn’t get much more time to contemplate it though, because soon Ansgar was back, and Aiden couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing, but suddenly beer flooded into his ass. He’d already started to feel it, with how tired he was, but now, with the whole bottle flushing into his hole it went straight to his head, making him feel light and floaty. He could usually hold his alcohol fairly well, but he’d never gotten it through his ass before, and usually he drank on a full belly and much more sleep. “I think-” he began, already slurring just slightly, “I’m getting drunk, Sir.” 

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Ansgar smacked the slave whore across the head. “I wasn’t talking to you.” Really there’d been no way for Aiden to have known that, but he still got a smack for not knowing. “We don’t care what you think, slut.” He watched as all the beer was gone inside Aiden’s hole.

Jovanni stood, moving up the slave’s ass. “Ansgar’s right. The only reason I asked your thoughts was more to rub it in your face.” He laughed. “Wow, he swallowed all the entire bottle, already.” He couldn’t imagine how Aiden was feeling with that alcohol going straight to his bloodstream. “He’s a thirsty fag.” He pulled his shorts down and started pissing right into the glass funnel. All of it going down into Aiden’s hole. The slave was getting full of the ice cold beer and his master’s warm piss.