#caleb:asks

"Some older dude to notice how young I am, follow me home, and decide I’m too pretty to leave alone. He keeps me in a soundproof room with nothing but a mattress and a camera, spends weeks breaking every boundary I have. He forces me to thank him after every time he uses me, makes me film myself begging for his cock, then shows me the footage."

"My stepdad to catch me jerking off in the living room, drag me upstairs by the hair, and start using me as the family cumdump right away. I want my stepdad, cousins, uncles to take turns breeding my holes whenever they want. I want to be kept naked at home, bent over the kitchen table or the couch, throat and ass used while the others watch and wait their turn. "

"I want to be live streamed getting fucked at a frat party while an orgy is happening. I want people filming and showing it off. The whole house packed with sweaty bodies, music thumping while guys pass joints and pop pills. I get bent over the pool table first, then dragged to the couch where three different bros take turns pounding my ass . Phones pointed at my face the entire time, comments flooding the stream as they zoom in on my stretched hole leaking cum. Someone shoves a beer bottle in my mouth between fucks while another guy films close-ups of my cock.

 "A stalker to break into my apartment at night, drug me just enough so my head stays foggy and my body won't fight back. He keeps me half-aware while he degrades me the whole time, makes me thank him for keeping me, makes me perform for him like some toy. He dresses me up however he wants, cums all over me and leaves it there to dry, then ties my hands to the mattress so I'm stuck like that until he decides to use me again."

"Control... but not the loud kind. I like when it builds slow. Two people who keep circling each other, both knowing exactly how far the other is willing to push. You just let it happen until you're not sure who actually holds the strings anymore.. But, if we're being real about it? I want to always be fighting for that control. For one moment to have them pin me down and force their cock in me. I want to feel their cock twitch when I tell them to strip without raising my voice. I want them to spit in my hole when I tell them to. I want them to beg for me. I want to see cum leaking down each other's thighs until we're both shaking and used."

"I want a client who pays me to pretend I don't want it. He shows up knowing it’s all an act at first, but then he starts ignoring every safe word I throw at him. He pushes past every limit I set, keeps going even when I’m crying and begging him to stop. The whole time my cock stays hard for him no matter how much I fight it. The session stretches out for days where just keeps forcing himself on me, using me whenever he wants, however he wants. And then he brings in a friend. The two of them take turns on me, sometimes together, never letting up.”

"If I’m being really honest, I just want to be told what to do. It doesn’t matter if it’s my boss, a professor, or my uncle. I don’t want to make the decisions anymore. They can order me to strip down right there, make me stand and flex while they watch, or tell me to tie the blindfold over my eyes myself before they start using my hole. I just want someone else to take over completely and feel good about using me however they want."

"I also want to be told what to do, but not because I’m tired. I just like being told even if I don’t know what’s happening next. I’m kind of good at it. Older men like giving me orders, and so do their friends. They make it into a whole thing where they dress me up first, then tell me to serve them, lick them clean from pits down to toes, push toys inside me until they dump their loads, and leave me there so the next one can keep using me."

"I want the crooked cop to skip the station. He takes me to an abandoned warehouse instead, calls in the other corrupt officers, and they spend the whole night running a train on me while he films everything. After that he says the only way the videos stay hidden is if I become their permanent fucktoy whenever any of them want."

 "You ever been stuck on an abandoned island with two strangers and nothing to do except drugs or drinks? Pretty soon you’re all just fucking each other. Double penetration just to see if it’s possible, flip fucking, one guy watching while the other two go at it, jerking off while he watches, trying every kink that comes to mind because why the fuck not."

"I want my quiet married neighbor to catch me watching him through the window while I finger myself to him. Then one night during their party he forces me into their bed and makes me serve him. He spanks me hard, keeps a hand over my mouth so I can’t make noise while his wife is downstairs hosting, and fucks me so rough I have to bite my own lip to stay quiet. But I want her to catch us anyway."

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It was supposed to be one evening - just one. But somehow, Caleb had lost count of how many nights he and Richard had spent together. What began as a simple connection between colleagues had steadily grown into something that occupied more and more of his life. Their evenings blurred together, shifting from long conversations to quiet mornings, from shared meals to lingering hours spent in each other's company. Somewhere along the way, Caleb had stopped thinking of Richard as merely part of his routine and started building a small world around him.

A world where conversations about university politics, literature, and their ambitions stretched late into the night. A world where silence felt comfortable rather than awkward. A world where Caleb found himself reaching for Richard's presence without even realizing it.

Another morning arrived, and Caleb wandered into the kitchen while Richard remained tangled beneath the blankets. His thoughts drifted toward water and coffee, settling into the familiar ritual of preparing a pour-over for the two of them. He gathered everything he needed with practiced ease, focusing on the process. There was something calming about it, the patience, the precision, the quiet concentration required to get it just right.

His attention remained fixed on the slow pour until he felt fingers brush lightly against his flesh. Even now, the simple touch sent a spark through him. Caleb smiled to himself, refusing to look away from the coffee just yet as Richard’s finger began to slip underneath his underwear. Caleb feeling the exposure of his ass but not feeling the need to turn. 

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