Kinktober 2024

My goal for kinktober is to write and publish one story per day, following a list of kinky prompts. Some stories will be very short, some will be a little longer, some might be good, others might be not so good. Almost none of them will be / have been proofread by other people. You get them rough.

The list of prompts was randomly built by myself and is as follow :

There are three concepts for each day, which means I get to pick and choose. I'll try to use as many as possible.

This page will be updated each day of October to add a new story to it. (I hope.)

Day 1


Master? Or Gold Master?

Published on 01/10/2024
Tags: #gay #submission #romance #domination #BDSM #collar #chastity #power exchange #domestic servitude #anal #consensual
Length: 1250 words.


When James arrived home, his sub was kneeling just beyond the door, waiting, as expected. Naked save for a leather collar and a metal chastity cage, the sub’s defined body was pleasing to James’ eyes. As soon as James entered, he sat on the small bench to remove his jacket and loose his tie while the sub untied and pulled his shoes and socks off. When they were done, James hooked a finger on the ring in his sub’s collar and pulled him up until their lips met. A short kiss later, they were walking barefoot through the house. The waxed wooden floor was clean as a whistle. As was the rest of the house. Not a grain of dust, not a drop of water, not a dead leaf. All the rooms were pristine. The sub’s part-time job, worked from home, allowed him to take care of all domestic work, as ordered by his Master.

They entered the kitchen, where chili con carne was simmering in a pot and a apple crumble was baking in the oven. The sub donned an apron and served a fresh light beer to his Master. When he turned back toward the pot, James could enjoy the naked backside framed by the apron and its belts. James thought he had a good life. A loving and loved sub, with a great body, an open mind and advanced cooking skills. And many other qualities.

“So, sub, what where you up today? What were your tasks?

– A bit of work, Sir. And then mainly laundry. Everything has been washed and hung to dry. What was dry has been ironed, folded and put away.

– Good boy. Can you let the cooking by itself and show me?

– Yes, Sir. Just a minute.”

The sub removed the apron and left the room. James enjoyed his beer and the sound of his sub’s feet on the floor. The sub came back and knelt next to James.

“If you please, Sir.

– Lead the way.”

The sub was leading, but James was actually next to him, his right hand holding his glass, his left hand grasping the naked butt. They went through the house. James saw the laundry still drying. He was presented with his white shirts ironed and hung, his underwear neatly stored, his shoes shining.

“Well done. Anything else?

– Yes, Sir. If you would follow me…”

The sub walked to the next room : an office, decorated in modern ways, in shades of grey and clean straight lines. A desk with a desktop computer, two screens and a printer, a leather office chair, a storage cabinet, a dog bed and a large portrait of James and his sub both in full leather regalia were the only furniture in the room. James’ laptop bag was on the desk too.

James entered the room too and closed the door. As soon as he did, both their demeanors changed. The sub pointed to the floor in front of the desk.

“Get in position, spender.”

There was contempt in this voice.

“Yes, Gold Master.”

There was humility in that voice.

Eyes cast down, James removed the rest of his clothes, keeping only his black jockstrap. He folded everything neatly then dropped on all fours and crawled to the designated place. The former sub, now Gold Master, bent down and put the open laptop on the ground. James turned to face it, showing his butt to whoever would be sitting behind the desk. The Gold Master went to sit on the chair. He lifted his legs and put his feet on James’ back.

“I also took care of our paperwork, ‘sir’.” Sarcasm was obvious. “I checked our accounts too. First of all : you did well on limiting your spendings. This month, you will be able to save a bit of money. If you keep up with this trend, I will be able to congratulate you.

– Yes, Gold Master. It’s thanks to you, Gold Master.

– Indeed. Next : the property taxes have to be paid. I already transferred my part of it on our joint account. You have until the end of the week to transfer your part. I just mailed you the exact amount.”

Bips from James’s laptop and smartphone acknowledged the mail.

“Yes, Gold Master.

– I’ve printed the tax notice and our pay slips and stored them in their folders. You can check if you want.

– Yes, Gold Master. But I trust you, Gold Master.

– The truth is you are too lazy to take care of paperwork. Which is the reason why you submit to me in this domain.

– Yes, Gold Master.”

James’ voice was indeed submissive. He fidgeted, elbows and knees hurting, but knew better than to move. He needed the help from his otherwise sub. And the heels on his back drove the point home. He heard the printer and, when it stopped, he felt the feet being removed from his back.

“Come here.” A finger pointed to the dog bed. James crawled and kneeled in it, back arched. “Here. This is the last meeting minutes from the Home Owner Association. Stay here and read it while I check the food.”

James obeyed without hesitation. When his sub came back several minutes later, he hadn’t moved except to put the sheets on the ground in front of him. They discussed the minutes and what to do about them.

At last, all the paperwork had been tackled and they left the office. James didn’t dress again. He was the Master again and they both knew it. He caught his sub by the collar and pulled him close for a long kiss.

“Is the food ready, sub?

– Yes, Sir.

– Good boy. How do you want to eat it?

– As you wish, Sir.

– You really are the best submissive boy I could ever have. Dog bowl for you, then. Next to me.

– Sir, yes, Sir !”

In the kitchen, the sub set the table for one person and, as ordered, put two dog bowls on the floor, one empty, one fille with water. He knew the importance of staying hydrated. He then filled James’ plate and waited. James had a first bite and enjoyed it.

“It’s alright, boy. You can eat too.”

The sub obeyed. They ate in silence, one sitting in a comfortable chair and using human tools, the other kneeling on the floor and eating without the use of his hands. Every now and then, James would pet or stroke the head, the back or the butt of his sub. They enjoyed the apple crumble in the same way.

After the meal, James went to his leather armchair in the living room, with a glass of orange juice. The sub stayed behind to clean the dishes and make sure everything was spotless in the kitchen. When he was finished, he joined his Master and knelt next to him. With a hand under the sub’s chin, James lifted his head and looked him in the eyes.

“You did very well, boy. I’m thinking of fucking you hard.

– Please, Sir…” The sub moaned.

James stood up and moved to the sofa, pulling the sub behind him. On the way, he let his jockstrap fall. When he sat down, his hard cock was jutting out. The sub was drooling.

“Come sit on it. And make me cum with your ass.”

The sub obeyed with great pleasure and passion. While his dick was engulfed by the hot ass, James thought about lucky he was to dom the perfect houseboy for him.

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Prompts were : Domestic servitude and Submission.


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Day 2


The cannibal muzzle

Published on 02/10/2024
Tags: #gay #leather #domination #muzzle #thicc #bondage #public play #consensual
Length: 739 words.


I met him at work and I knew I had to have him. He was tall, wide, bearded and with muscles slightly hidden by a layer of fat but proudly displayed by his jorts and top tank. As well as nice and helpful to the point of submission.

I was older in years but he had more seniority than me in the company. It might have become a bit awkward, even if we didn’t work in the same services, but he managed it perfectly, making me feel welcome and appreciated. In no time, we were good colleagues. It only took some weeks before he was at my home, under my domination. It seems I pleased him as much he pleased me. We met often after that, getting to know each other better. Sometimes in restaurants, sometimes at his apartment, more often in my own house, larger, more comfortable and more private. I learned he worked out a lot and ate a lot too. Not in gluttony, but enough to maintain his curvaceous body. And the heat it released. He wore long-sleeved clothes only during the worst of winter and sharing a bed with him meant there was no need for a duvet.

Quickly after our first time, I introduced him to leather. He had been dommed and bound before and it had pleased him (still does), but leather was new to him. I acquired leather shorts and leather tank tops. For him. I liked these clothes on him, the way they highlighted his voluminous physical assets. And I knew, from the first time I saw him, that he liked those cuts too. I also added my own enhancements : a large leather collar around his neck, large leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles and a muzzle on his head.

He wasn’t a big fan of the muzzle. It made him frown and his frown combined with both his body and the muzzle to make his seem much more dangerous, much more feral than he really was. It was even better than I had hoped.

We went to leather pubs and fetish meetings, me in leather pants, shirt and jacket, him with the attire I described above completed with padlocks. We attracted many glances from the men around us, but I kept him next to me, very often in physical contact. I either snaked one arm around his large waist, grabbed his big butt with one hand, or squeezed his leather-covered fat thigh. And when seats were scarce, I sat on his wide lap and had him engulf me in his arms. I made sure, with words and acts, that no-one would try to steal him from me.

However there was a slight problem with the muzzle. We both liked to get out and have fun in pubs and bars, but while wearing the muzzle, he couldn’t even have a drink. So I sent a message to a leather-crafter friend of mine and had a new muzzle made to measure, with my own specific requests.

The new muzzle, black with grey piping, was much more fitting on him. More comfortable for him to wear, more restricting. It still covered the bottom part of his face, but his mouth was more visible. There were several narrow vertical openings in the muzzle over the width of his lips. This allowed him to drink with a straw. That was almost the only freedom his mouth had. He could part his lips and show his teeth but not open his mouth. It made him look like a dangerous cannibal that could and would eat any man in his vicinity if I didn’t control him. The truth was he was gentleness itself, but the others didn’t need to know.

The first evening he wore it, he frowned again at the glances he got. But he was glad to be able to drink, juices or mocktails mainly. (One doesn’t drink alcool through a straw, obviously). And progressively he had as much fun as the previous nights.


When we came back at my house, I freed him from his restraints and we undressed each other. I lay down on the bed and smiled at him.

“Now come here and give me my own muzzle.”

He smiled wide in response and approached. His very hard cock was the last thing I saw before his ass smothered my whole head and I gave him the rimming we both loved.

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Prompts were : Muzzle and Thiccness.


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Day 3


to be published

Published on TBD
Tags: TBD
Length: N/A.


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Day 4


Played like a harp, made to vibrate.

Published on 04/10/2024
Tags: #gay #domination #masturbation #BDSM #bondage #submission #edging #sensory deprivation #orgasm denial #toys #consensual
Length: 1229 words.


I pressed the button on the remonte in my pocket. Immediately I heard a loud gasp followed by a moan. I turned to my sub and asked him, with a feigned innocence :

“Are you alright, boy?

– Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

Although the temperature was nice and the sun was shining down on us, the boy was shivering. I took a step to him and talked so low that people couldn’t hear.

“Is there anything I can do?

– Please…”

He answered with the same volume. We both knew the question was a trap. We both knew he couldn’t really answer. Especially not here in a crowded city street. I released the button. His shivering stopped.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Can I… you know?

– Here? Now? In front of all these people?

– I… Uh… Please, I’m begging you. I can’t bear it.

– Yes, you can. I trust you. I know your strength. You can. Now, let’s keep walking, we still have things to do.”

I turned my back to him and started walking again. I heard him follow, one step behind, as expected.


One hour later we approached a tea room. I stopped and asked him If he would like a small break around tea and scones.

“As you wish, Sir.

– It is decided then. Let’s have a bite.”

I took a seat while he, with application, put down all the bags with our purchases. He sat down with as much application, but couldn’t keep inside him a low moan. The waiter came to us and I ordered. I knew what we liked. Lapsang Souchong for me, Mango and Bergamot green tea for him. And scones, obviously. We spoke, of this and that. What had happened at work during the week, what we planned to do during the weekend, who we met in the stores, and so on. Now that he was now moving anymore, he was feeling a bit better. In order to keep him alert, I took the remote from my pocket and put it on the table. He stopped and watched it with apprehension.

“Don’t look at it like that, boy. This is just an object, not a living tarantula.”

I took his hand in mine, which brought his eyes back to mine. But every time my other hand went near the remote, he stiffened.


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Back home, I let him empty all the bags and store all our purchases. I was reading in my leather armchair and I could hear him go through the rooms and move as needed. Soon, he was back with me. Naked, as expected within the house.

He knelt on the floor in front of me and kowtowed. He didn’t say a thing but was shivering. I could see, and appreciate, the restraint he was showing. I put my one foot on each of his hand. I didn’t press, obviously, but he knew he couldn’t move until I removed them. His face and eyes were on the ground, making him blind. Mine were not limited and I could enjoy his body. The muscles on his arms, the short hair on his skull, the large and unblemished back, the hairy ass, the base of the prostate massager. I used the remote again and saw the toy vibrate. My sub didn’t move, but he wailed. Boy, did he wail. And he started babbling.

“Please, Master! Please! I beg you… Oh gods, please. I… I… Pleas…

– What is it, sub?” None of us had moved. And we both knew what it was. But I wanted to hear what he would say and how he would say it. “What is it you want? Tell me.

– I… I…

– Yes?

– I WANT TO CUM!!

– I don’t doubt it. Are you horny, boy?

– Yes!!

– Are you excited?

– YES!

– Is your dick hard and twitching? Are your balls full of cum? Is your prostate swollen?

– YES!!! Yes, yes, yes!! Please, Master. Please, let me cum, please please please… Please…”

I removed my shoes from his hands.

“Go to the dungeon. Tie yourself to the bed.

– Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.

– Don’t thank me yet!”

He was already gone. I switched the TV on and linked it to the nanny cam in the dungeon. I watched him cuff his ankles to the bottom corners of the bed and his wrists to the top corners. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t delay. He was stuck on his back, his body flush, his dick hard and twitching. The vibrating plug was still in his ass, dormant.

He couldn’t move anymore and there was no need to watch him. So I made him wait while I read another chapter. Only after that did I stand up to join him.


The first step was blindfolding him. A neoprene blindfold made sure he wouldn’t know what came next. (What came first was a long and nice french kiss. We both enjoyed it very much. And it kept him excited.)

Then, I went back to the shelves and drawers and retrieved some helpful items. Not much. Just a bottle of lube and a magic wand. I started the vibrating plug on its lowest setting, did the same with the wand and put the latter next to my sub’s dick. The plug, the wand, his dick, all of them vibrated together. Meanwhile, I took my time and undressed slowly. My last move was to drop my warm and odorant silk underwear on his nose, giving him a nice smell to enjoy.

When I was as naked as him, I lubed my right hand and sat on a stool next to the bed. I was ready. And he didn’t know it. He was just lost in his world, deprived of sight, focused on my underwear’s smell and the wand’s vibrating touch.

And then I started masturbating him. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. I knew him. I knew how his dick worked. I knew where to insist. A twisting move on his glans was the best way to make his balls boil. Which was why I didn’t use it much. A long and slow caress from the root of his shaft to the tip would calm him and keep him hard. A quick tug on his balls made his whole body twitch. A slight push on the plug made him gasp. I played him like a harp, pinching, stroking, pulling, all of it to get the sounds and vibrations I wanted. I took my time. I brought him to the edge. Many times.

Pretty soon he was babbling again. Begging me. Calling the gods. Trying to coax me into letting him cum.

It didn’t work. I never intended to let him cum. I wanted him horny. Desperate. Hard as a rock. I wanted him to crave an orgasm and be denied. So when I had enough, when I’d had my fun, I went to get a quilt and put it on him. Then I slid myself on the bed, between his bound body and the quilt and settled myself for a nap. It would give him time to calm down. Maybe.

“Don’t wake me up unless you really need to, boy. Because, as long as I am sleeping, I’m not torturing you with sex toys and horniness.

– Yes, Master.”

There was both relief and despair in his voice. Relief from not being tortured, despair from not being allowed to cum.

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Prompts were : Begging, Denial and Sex toys


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Day 5


to be published

Published on TBD
Tags: TBD
Length: N/A.


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Day 6


"The loser has to bottom for the winner!”

Published on 06/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #bondage #virgin #first time #toys #consensual
Length: 2260 words.


The smiling athlete entered his coach’s office, gloves tied together and thrown over his shoulder. Although he had already changed into his shorts and t-shirt, his sport bag was over his other shoulder. His hairy and brawny legs and arms were proudly displayed.

“Morning, Coach.

– Hey, sport! How are you?

– Good, Coach and you?

– Fine, fine. You wanted something?

– Well… Yeah…”

The smile disappeared and the boxer looked bashful.

“What is it?

– You know I’m supposed to fight Carlson soon.

– Yes, what about it?

– Well, he and I talked and we decided to add our own bet on the match

– What did you bet?

– Well…” The athlete blushed deep. “We…” The coach looked at him in silence, letting the youngster finish. “The loser has to bottom for the winner!”

These last word were pronounced very quickly. But the coach heard them loud and clear.

“Oh… And you are beginning to regret this bet?

– No! No. It’s just… Carlson has a big dick and I want to be prepared. Just in case, you know…

– Seems to me like you’re planning to forfeit.

– No, Coach! Never! … Look, forget it. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

The boxer turned and started to leave the room, looking dejected.

“Oh no, you don’t!” The forceful tone made the boxer look back. “You trust me, don’t you? You came to me because you trust me. And you’re right. So what is it you wanted? How do you plan on preparing yourself?

– Huh… I’ve bought a butt plug. I wanted to wear it during training. Till the day of the fight.

– And you wanted my consent?

– At first, yes.

– You got it. As long as you keep on training hard and don’t put yourself in danger, you wear what you want. But why ‘at first’?

– Well… I… I couldn’t put it in.”

The coach almost laughed out loud.

“Come here, boy. You have the plug with you? And lube?” The youngster nodded. “Come to the desk and put the plug and lube on it.”

The coach went to lock the door. When he came back, he gently but firmly manhandled his athlete. With one hand on his nape, he made the boy bend over. With the other hand, he pulled the short down revealing the hole. He slightly pushed a finger against it and felt it clench.

“Relax, sport. If you don’t, you will get hurt. Let me help you.”

The coach put a dollop of lube on his finger and put the finger on the bud again. He pressed lightly and slowly. He pressed and pressed until the finger entered. The boy gasped.

“There we are, sport.”

The coach pushed further and made his finger go back and forth. The ass was tight, pressing on all sides of Coach’s finger. He took it out, added more lube and pushed with two fingers. Once again, it took some time before the fingers entered. But when they did, the coach made sure to use them to widen the opening, either by scissoring or by seesawing them. He also enjoyed the warmth and wetness of the ass he as fingering. The boy was panting but didn’t say anything. He didn’t struggle either. Coach was helping him, after all. And the hand on his nape wasn’t unpleasant.

Then without warning, Coach removed his fingers and replaced them with the plug, filling the ass in one go. The athlete yelped.

“Now you are ready for your training. Stop wasting time.”

The boxer straightened up and pulled his shorts back over his butt.

“Th… thanks, Coach.” His voice was shaking. When he left the room, the coach was smiling.


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The following trainings were difficult for the young boxer. He felt like he was a newbie once again. The plug was hindering him so much that he was making mistake over mistake. But his coach was supporting him. He often drove him to go on, to continue his trainings while wearing the plug.

And he wasn’t really ready to let go of the five minutes before each session where Coach was fingering him and plugging his ass.


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The day of the match against Carlson was the first day where the young boxer entered the ring with his ass free. He felt lighter. Quicker. He felt like his training had payed. But he also felt empty. As if something was missing in him. It felt weird.


His coach was next to him, supporting him, giving him last minute advices and reminders. And then the bell rang. The two opponents approached each other slowly, their gloved fists raised next to their chin. Watching. Waiting. Trying to find when and where to attack. The fight started slow. Very slow. The coach was surprised. Neither of the fighters was known for his restraint.

At last Carlson attacked. A jab. But a clumsy one. His opponent countered but didn’t counterattack. It was as if they were both amateurs. Both coaches were surprised by the way their students fought. Or, more specifically, didn’t.


When the first round ended, each boxer went back to his corner. Coach went to his student and spoke to him with anger.

“What is this, boy? What the hell are you doing? Where is your training? What the hell did I teach you?

– I… I’m sorry, Coach.

– I don’t think you are.

– Yes! Yes, I’m sorry. I let you down.

– Damn right you did. What the hell is happening? What has gotten into y— Oh, I get it. You are trying to lose. You want his cock in your ass.”

The boy didn’t answer. His eyes downcast were enough of a guilty reply. The coach sighed. And spoke again, with a calmer voice

“Hey. Look at me. I’m not mad. Look up, sport.” The boy lifted his head with hesitation. “Listen.” The coach held the face of the boxer in his hand and whispered. “Listen well : if you can show me your best, if you can prove I didn’t train you for nothing, I will fuck you myself. What do you say?

– But…

– No but. This is a promise. Whether you win or loose, as long as you do your best, I will fill your ass with my own cock. And I promise I will fuck as well or even better than he can. So… Do we agree?

– Yes, Coach!

– Good boy! Go get him!”


The second round of the fight started much quicker. The boy attacked his opponent with fervor and grace. He showed his best moves. Carlson on the other hand was forced to fall back and evade or block the punches. He never counterattacked.


During the rest between the second and third round, Coach spoke again with his athlete.

“Good boy. You did much better. I can see your training, now. Keep it on for the rest of the match.”


The third round was almost identical to the second. While his boy was boxing Carlson, the coach went to see his counterpart.

“Hey, having trouble with the boy?

– Gods, yes. I don’t understand. What did you say to yours?

– I can’t tell. But I can help you.

– Yeah ?

– Tell him that if he fights for real, that if he shows his best moves, I will do to him what he wants my boy to do. And I will do it myself. Whether he wins or loses.

– What are you talking about?

– I can’t tell you. He will if he wants. But I’m sure that if you give him my message, he will fight better.”

The bell rang. Each boxer went to his corner, each coach to his boxer.


Just before the beginning of the fourth round, Carlson lifted his head and looked at the opposing coach. Which answered him with a pronounced nod and a smile.

The fourth round was one of the best fight seen by everyone in the audience. The punches were quicker and harder. Uppercuts appeared and were deflected with grace. It looked like both youngster were dancing together. Everyone looked in awe. The opposing coach ran around the ring and asked :

“What did you tell him?”

Coach didn’t look at his counterpart. He enjoyed the fight, which was more important.”

“Nothing. You told him yourself.

– Stop playing with words. What did you offer him?

– This is private. I can not tell you. Ask him. He will tell if he trusts you

– I swear to the gods, if you—“

Coach looked him in the eyes.

“If you think that I’m trying to steal him from you, this is not the case. I have enough on my plate. You are his coach and trainer and I don’t want to change that. Now, stop bothering me, go talk with him and let me watch my boy.”

He turned his eyes and attention back to ring and the show happening on it.


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The smartphone rang, notifying a new message.

“Hey Carlson. You did well on your match. I keep my promises. If you still want it, come to my house Saturday evening, 18h. Make sure you are clean. Bring a bag if you want to stay the night. Bring anything else you want. Non optional : bring your boxing gloves. Keep me posted.”


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When the doorbell rang, Coach donned his dressing gown and left his room to greet his visitor.

“Hi Carlson. Welcome. Please come in.”

Coach led his guest to the living-room. They sat in armchairs.

“So. You wanted to get fucked?

– Huh… Yes, sir.

– Why the bet? Why not ask? You are young, you are handsome, you have a great body. Men would fight for a chance to bed you.

– I…

– You didn’t want to be the ‘gay one’, did you?

– No, sir.”

Coach rolled his eyes.

“This goddamn homophobic society… Anyway, enough talking. What did you bring?” Carlson opened his bag. The boxing gloves were on top, above a pack of condoms, a towel and a change of clothes. “No toy, no lube. You’re a complete virgin.” Carlson opened his mouth. Coach interrupted him. “This was no reproach! And you didn’t train either, I bet.

– No, sir.

– Well, I get to train you in this domain, then. Undress.” Carlson hesitated. He looked toward the window and saw the shutters were pulled down. “Let’s go. Stop wasting time. Remove everything.”

While Carlson obeyed, Coach took the gloves out of the bag. When the boy was completely naked, Coach put the gloves on his hands, without lacing them up. He took a step back and observed the boy from head to toe. The boy hid his crotch behind the gloves. Coach didn’t mind. The boy’s cock was not on the menu for that evening.

Coach remove his dressing gown and stood naked in front of the boy. Whose eyes widened.

“Heh. You wanted it. Don’t worry, I will prepare you. It will hurt, it always does on the first time, but I won’t harm you. Come now.”

With an arm around Carlson’s shoulder, Coach led him to his room. On the king size bed, Coach’s student was waiting, already naked and plugged. He was also wearing his boxing gloves. Carlson stammered.

“But…

– You wanted him to fuck you. And you’ve shared locker rooms. Don’t tell me you’re to shy to be naked around him, now.”

Coach gently manhandled both of them until they were standing face to face. He took his boy’s right hand and Carlson’s left hand. Using the gloves laces, he tied the wrists together, making sure the boys wouldn’t move apart.

“Kneel on the bed, boys.”

When the boys were in place, he pushed on their skulls. They bent, faces and chest against the covers, giving access to their asses. Coach petted the butts in front of him.

“Boys, we will have a very good evening. And night.”

He pushed once on the plug in his boy’s ass. The boy moaned.

“Don’t move.”

While Coach fetched some items and lubed his fingers, the two boys looked each other in the eyes. Carlson’s were anxious. His former opponent, now sex partner, smiled with reassurance.

“Now, Carlson, relax. I will start with one finger and we will go from there.”

Coach managed to insert his first finger in Carlson’s ass. Then two. As he had done to his own student, he used both fingers to relax and open the ass in front of him. Every so often, he pushed on the plug in his boy’s ass, so that the boy didn’t felt left out. But he mostly focused on Carlson. When Coach deemed him open enough, he removed his fingers from one ass and the plug from the other. He stopped for several seconds, taking some time to admire the butts and asses in front of him.

He then took hold of two almost identical dildos. They were on the small side, perfect for rookies, opening them and giving them pleasure without making them gape. He inserted them in the two holes in front of him, making the boys moan in unisson. For a while, he pushed and pulled on them, making the boys moan.

“How does it feel, boys? Is this what you expected? Does it feel as good as what you imagined?

– Yes, sir/Coach!!

– Good boys. And now it’s time for my own pleasure. Before I order pizza, I will fuck the one which won your match.”


Fuck him he did. And then the other. And again and again, during the night, and again in the morning. He didn’t unlace the gloves, keeping them together, sleeping with one on each side of him, their arms across his chest.

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Prompts were : Boxing gloves and Ass play


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Day 7


I knew I was in good hands. Figuratively and literally.

Published on 07/10/2024
Tags: #gay #bondage #ropes #cum #sensory deprivation #consensual
Length: 921 words.


Before he blindfolded me, he let me see the coils and coils and coils of rope hanging from hook in the walls or laying on the floor. I’m sure there was enough rope to cover my whole body. Twice.

The blindfold had been the last step before the bondage part. At first, I had removed all of my clothes. Then he had gagged me with a pecker gag. After that he had plugged my ears. And lastly the blindfold. I was mute, deaf and blind and pretty soon I would be bound in rope.

He started with the heaviest rope. The heaviest, but one of the softest. He used it to create a harness all around my torso. It went up my abs, around my chest, above my shoulders, down my back, around my waist, between my legs, around the top of my thighs, below my pecs, around my neck, down my sides. It would be the basis for the rest. I was still free to move.

He continued with a thinner kind of rope. These he used to go over each of my arms and legs, going down them, from the crotch and shoulders to the ankles and wrists. And around each limb, at the beginnings and ends and on the knees and elbows. Obviously, they were linked to the first rope, the basic harness. I was still free to move.

The third rope was thinner again. And this one was used only on my head. It made a harness all around my skull and jaw, outlining parts of my head and face, lightly pressing on the gag, blindfold and ear plugs already in place. It was anchored to the rest of the rope through the rope going around my neck. I was still free to move.

The fourth kind of rope was even thinner. I’m sure it could be called twine. It went around my hands and feet. It was thin enough to go around my fingers and toes, over the soles and palms. Of course the strands were knotted to the ropes around my ankles and wrists. I was still free to move.


And then… nothing. I was left standing there, free to walk around or even away, free to open the knots and remove all the ropes. Except I wasn’t really. I was blind and deaf. I didn’t know where the knots were. I knew where I was, but he had made me turn on myself so much I didn’t know which way was the door.

So I stayed put for a while. And started getting hot. He must have lit the spot lights. Which meant he must have been taking pictures already. Or maybe not. I couldn’t even hear the shutter. Was he even in the room? I turned around, which changed nothing…


Until…


I jumped high. Something had brushed my back. Something light. I walked straight ahead trying to get away.

And bumped into something. More like someone, actually. I felt arms around me. He was there and hugging me. He patted my back twice. I let myself relax. When I did, he took my arms and put them behind my back, each hand holding the opposite elbow. He made me turn so that my back was in front of him and I felt more ropes added. And then my arms were tied together.

That was the time I wasn’t free anymore. He made me move some steps back. I felt the heat on my skin again. I was back under the spot’s light. Nothing happened. I knew he was taking pictures of me.

Every now and then, he would come back to me and move my body. I didn’t have any say in what was happening to my body. But I knew I was in good hands. Figuratively and literally. His hands were all over me, petting me, guiding me, moving me. And testing my limbs to make sure they were still alive and healthy. Whenever I could, I squeezed back to reassure him.

And every time, he added a bit of bondage. He tied one of my feet to my butt, making me stand on just one leg. Fortunately, we had trained for this and I managed to keep my balance. He came again and guided me down. I was on one knee, the other leg up on my foot. My head was pushed down. I might have looked like some apologizing knight from old times (or whatever the current movies make us think old knights were).

I was pushed down once more, that time fully lying on the floor. My other foot was tied to my butt and I was fully hogtied. Once again a pause. I knew he was taking pictures, he must have been taking a lot of them.

Then I was put in my last position. Ropes went from the harness around my shoulders to the ropes around my butt and those on my legs. All of this was pulled tight and my upper body was off the floor. Other ropes were added. They pulled my head up and maintained it in a comfortable position. I stayed like that for a long time. I thought I must have looked beautiful for him, given the time he needed to take his pictures.


I was wrong. Not about my beauty. Just about the time needed for pictures. I understood this when I felt his hot cum fall all over my back and arms. I knew I had brought pleasure to him.

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Prompts were : Shibari and Sensation play


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Day 8


“As I have several dicks and you have several holes, I was thinking of filling them all at the same time.”

Published on 08/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #oral #bondage #toys #leather #consensual
Length: 1328 words.


The music was loud, the lights were bright and pulsing, the temperature was high. And the men in the club were boisterous, hot and pulsing too. Some weren’t too bright, but hey it wasn’t the placer where you looked for intelligence or wisdom. More like charisma and stamina. Anyway.

On a stool next to the bar, John was talking to his current target. A handsome target, with hazel eyes, brown hair and beard, large shoulders, strong legs and a deep voice. And a bulge big enough not to be overlooked. John was clearly not as tall, but he kept his body defined too. And his black eyes, black hair and dark skin were eye-catching. Both of them were flashing their widest smiles. John asked :

“So… Yours or mine?

– I live two streets away. Let’s go to mine.

– Alright. Hmmmm…

– Yes?

– You have a cock, right?

– Several. A fleshy one, attached ; others in various size materials. Why?

– I never had the fleshy one and I didn’t bring any other tonight.

– No problem, I’ll be happy to share!

– You’re the best. Just let me tell my friends. I’ll be right back.”

John walked to a group of men sitting around the table and bent to talk to them. Partly to talk to them. Partly to show his round butt to the men behind him, including his target. Several heads turned to the target (actually named Thomas) who smiled and raised his glass to them. John came back quickly and put his hand on his partner’s chest.

“I’m all yours, handsome.

– Happy to hear that.” They were walking through the exit and up the streets. “You know what? As I have several dicks and you have several holes, I was thinking of filling them all at the same time.

– Gods, you’re making me so horny!

– That’s the plan.”


Thomas invited John to climb the steps to his flat first, letting his guest walk some steps away, keeping his eyes level with the nice butt he would soon pet, grope and fill. Arrived at the door, while Thomas was fumbling blindly with the keys, they shared a long french kiss. The heat had been rising minute by minute since they left the club and, if they managed to enter the flat before undressing each other, it was only by a small margin. The two men made their hands glide over each other skin, stopping sometimes to grasp, pinch or grope whatever part they liked.

Slowly the host guided his guest to another room. There was a large bed next to a wall, a row of four lockers and ribbons of led to give light. The walls were black and the floor was soft. Thomas pushed John on the bed and straddled him on his crotch, his hands grasping his sides.. Thomas’ dick was hard.

“So, does that qualify as a cock, cutie?

– Yes! I can’t wait to fill it in me.

– Wait a little longer and you will get it.”

Thomas stood up and went to the lockers. He opened two of them and took items from them. Some items he threw on the bed, others he kept with. In the meantime, John watched his hairy ass and thought about eating it.

“Hey, cutie, wanna add a bit of spice?

– What do you have in mind?

– Light bondage. You get to be freed from decisions and I get access to your holes.

– Kinky.

– I take it you agree.” Thomas came back to the bed holding two identical items. “Sit up and give me your hand.”

Thomas strapped leather cuffs around the wrist and the around the relevant ankle. As the two straps were riveted, John was bound on one side. Thomas took the second cuff and asked his guest :

“How does it feel?

– Good. Soft. Restricting.

– Perfect. Let’s do the other one.”

And John found himself in light but effective bondage. He was still sitting, legs bent and close to his torso. Thomas admired him.

“You are a beauty. And now, for the promise I made.”

Thomas pushed John until the bound man was on his back, with arms and legs in the air. Thomas spread the legs of his captive. Gravity kept them in place. With his fingers, he started playing with John’s holes, making him moan in pleasure.

“I see I’m not the only one who plays with toys at home. You know how to get filled, don’t you?” John didn’t answer the rhetoric question. “Let’s get the dick I promised you.”

Thomas lubed two respectably sized dildos as well as John’s holes. Then he crawled on the bed, until his crotch was just above John’s mouth and his own face just above John’s crotch.

“Blow me, boy. Blow my fleshy cock while I use the others.”

And they did. John caught the hard cock in his mouth and sucked it, swallowing as much of it as possible. Thomas hissed and moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. But he focused again. With a dildo in each hand, he double-fucked his guest. As promised, the several dicks of Thomas filled the several holes of John. Thomas made the toys go in and out, pushing them deep, making them widen the hole, keeping them right at the openings. John was bringing him pleasure through one of the best blowjob he had felt and Thomas aimed to reciprocate. The pause in John’s movements and the moans that made his cock vibrate told him he was doing a good job.

He stood up quickly, withdrawing his cock. He left the dildos in place.

“What is it? Is there a problem?

– There is a problem : you give a very good blowjob and I was right at the edge. I didn’t want to cum yet.”

John smiled widely.

“Why, thank you! You’re not bad either. Just a bit more and I would have cum too.

– You know what? Let’s. But I want to try something else. Stay put.”

Thomas laughed and John stuck his tongue out. While Thomas rummaged in the lockers, John let his head fall down in order to give rest to his neck and shoulders.

“HAH! There we are!” Thomas was holding a large double-ended dildo. “Let’s get fucked together.”

He lubed it liberally on both end. Standing between John’s bound legs, he pushed one end of the dildo inside his own ass with one hand and stroke his cock with the other. When the dildo was firmly in, Thomas changed position. With one foot on either side of John’s waist, he squatted down and aimed the dildo toward John’s front hole. He kept going down, filling his guest at the same time. Both men moaned. Thomas used his powerful legs to go up and down pushing the dildo in and out of their holes. They both rode the dildo and the waves of pleasure until they came, one right after the other, with a shout from John and deep moan from Thomas. John was covered in sperm. Thomas was covered in sweat. Thomas fell on his knees and they rested for a while, both panting.

At last, Thomas looked his guest in the eye.

“Fancy a shower?

– Yes, please.”


Clean and clothed again, John fetched his phone. While he was checking in with his friends, Thomas was making exaggerated gestures, trying to convey the invitation to stay the night. John hung up and went to his guest, once again putting his hands on the wide chest.

“You’re sweet, you’re beautiful and you’re a very good lay. But I have to leave. This was fun, this was sexy. Thanks for all.

– Shall we meet again?

– If the gods allow.” Thomas pouted. “Hey! Don’t go falling in love!

– Ok, ok.” Thomas smiled again. “You’re right, it was fun. You want me to call a taxi?

– Thanks but no. I’ll walk.

– Sure?

– Sure. Have a good night.”

– You too.”

John stood on his toes and kissed Thomas’ lips. And he left with a wave.

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Prompts were : Anal toys, Wrists to ankles bondage and One night stand.


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Day 9


“This being said, I can make you hurt in other ways.”

Published on 09/10/2024
Tags: #gay #domination #submission #bondage #SM #pain #romance #consensual
Length: 1358 words.


“AAAAAAHHHH!!”

Dave, bound to the St Andrew cross, yelled in pain. The whip had struck his back again, hard and painful against the welts already there.

“What do you say, boy?

– Thank you, Master. May I have another, Master?

– You may.”

The whip flew through the air and struck again.

“AAAAAAHHHH!! Thank you, Master. May I have another, Master?”

Joseph, Dave’s Master, tsked and approached the bound boy. He observed the red welts and the drops of blood that were beginning to appear.

“Master?

– No.

– Please, Master!

– I said no.

– Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”

Joseph approached the bound boy, making sure not to touch the wounded back, and put his head over the boy’s shoulder, ear against ear. He looked in the direction of the small red light in front of their faces.

“Look ahead, boy.” Dave looked at the camera in front of him. “I won’t whip your back any more. Not until it is healed. And I will judge if it is healed. You know I can.

– Yes, Master.

– This being said, I can make you hurt in other ways.

– Oh, You would? Please, Master! Please. I beg You. Hurt me again.”

Joseph sighed. He knew the boy could endure a whole lot of pain. He had dommed him enough times to know it. He stepped back and went to the shelves. He stored the whip and looked at all the tools available to him. The wooden paddle had already been used before, the red butt of his sub was proof of it. The whips and floggers were out of question. But there were other options. He took some rope in his hand and added a leather ball parachute.

Going back to his sub, he attached the parachute on his ball sack. He tied the rope to it and pulled strong. The sub moaned and tried to move his pelvis to ease the pain, but the straps held him tight against the cross. There wasn’t much margin. When the pain made him shout, his Master tied the rope to an eyelet on the ground. Dave huffed and gasped, trying to get beyond the pain.

Joseph made his hands glide over the arms and legs of his sub, from the wrists to the ankles. The limbs had not been struck and a touch there did not hurt the boy.

“You have a beautiful body, boy. Let’s try and keep it that way.”

When his hands reached the ankles, Joseph sat on the ground, just below the body that was offered to him. And with just a small touch, he lightly tickled the sole of one foot. Dave laughed loudly and his body jumped. The boy was very ticklish. However, the jump made him pull on his already stretched balls, which brought strong pain. And a loud yelp.

“I’m glad I soundproofed the dungeon, boy.”

The boy was tickled several other times, with the same results. He was panting more and more. Jospeh stopped. He let the boy rest for a while, still bound to the cross. He thought about how he had met the boy and what he knew about him. Not much. The boy had his own home and job, he was independent. Joseph had checked. But the boy was also secretive, he didn’t share much about his life. Joseph fetched a tool from the shelves and came back to his boy. That time, he walked to the other side of the cross and faced the boy, making sure not to hide his sub from the camera.

“Had enough, boy?

– No, Master.”

He raised a violet wand and used it on his sub’s nipple. Dave yelped, then panted.

“You never do.

– No, Master.”

Another electric shock, to the other nipple. Same reaction from the sub.

“Why?”

There was no answer. The shock was inflicted again, twice, with the same results as before

“Why, boy??”

No answer. New electrical shocks. Longer. Followed by screams. But not by words.

“You. Will. Tell. Me. Why !!”

Each word was punctuated by a shock, two on the nipples, one on the glans of the hard penis, one at the root and the last on the taut balls. The scream was shrill and long. When it ended, Dave was panting and sobbing.

“I…” He tried to force words between sobs. “I… I de—

– Calm down. Calm down and tell me.”

Joseph put a hand on his sub’s shoulder and held it there. The sub worked on stoping the sobs and catching his breath. When he managed it, he looked in front of him, not at his Master, but right at the camera.

“I… deserve it. I deserve to suffer for what I did. I’m a bad man.”

Joseph was stunned. He didn’t know what the boy was talking about but felt it was the truth. At least for the boy it was the truth. Dave truly believed he deserved to suffer. After some seconds where the only sounds were the boy’s pants, Joseph moved. He freed the boy, starting by his balls and his wrists. Then he removed the other hooks and straps holding the boy to the cross, from the top to the bottom. Slowly, the boy slid down, until he was a heap on the floor. But he didn’t stay thus. Slowly, suffering, hurting, he went to his knees and kowtowed in the direction of his Master.

“Thank you, Master. I’m sorry, Master, I’ve failed you.

– No.

– Master?

– No. You didn’t fail me. You are not a bad man. You do not deserve to suffer.

– Maste—

– Are you trying to contradict me?

– No, Master, sorry, Master.

– Damn right. Now rest. Do not move. Just relax.

– Yes, Master.”

While his sub stayed in place, Joseph stored all used items. He then wet a soft towel and lightly cleaned his sub’s back. He added soothing lotion to the welts on the back and butt. The sub hissed in pain but didn’t move.

“Stand up, boy. Let’s get somewhere else.”

Dave obeyed. Standing up, he was swaying on his feet. Joseph made him put one arm over his own shoulder and grabbed his waist gently, trying not to push on the welts. Slowly, they walked to Joseph’s bed room. There, he made his sub enter a low but wide cage. Laying on his front, the sub was once again bound, his wrists and ankles to the corner of the cage. He wouldn’t be able to turn and hurt his back. Joseph pushed plugs in his Dave’s ears and added noise-cancelling ear muffs. He threw a large blanket over the cage, leaving the sub in the dark.

“Sleep, boy. Sleep and rest.”

Dave didn’t hear him but, with nothing else to do, fell asleep anyway. When Joseph heard his light snoring, he sat on his club armchair, took his phone and called a number.

“Good evening, this is Joseph Sik. Am I talking to Jasmin Stone? … Good. I don’t know if you remember but we went to medical school together for a while. … Thank you, I’m honored you remember me. I believe you specialized in Psychiatry. … Yeah, that’s right, Surgery. Each his own way. … Thank you. … Well, I have met a young man who I think is in dire need of psychiatrist help. Can I send it to you? Would you take him as your patient? … Thank you very much. … Of course. I don’t need to know. I’m not sure I want to know. I just need him to get better, that’s all. … No, I will pay each and every of your appointment with him. … Why? Because he needs help, that’s all. Isn’t it enough? … By the way, I have recording of some of my… meetings with him. I will give them to him so that he can show you. Today’s, especially. I think it will help you and him … Thank you. I will tell him to call you. Thank you very much.”

Jospeh hung up and looked at the covered cage. There still was snoring coming from it. He sighed. The boy was cute and interesting and complemented him, but he was a piece of work. Well, romance is a challenge, isn’t it ?

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Prompts were : Heavy pain, Recorded/recording and Cage.


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Day 10


J’avais enfin sous la main quelqu’un qui saurait me comprendre et me suivre.

Published on 10/10/2024
Tags: #gay #latex #cuir #bondage #chasteté #gode #super-pouvoir #domination #consenti
Length: 1471 words.


Je tiens à vous prévenir : malgré ce que je vais raconter ci-dessous, se faire foudroyer est un danger mortel. Pensez à vous mettre à l’abri lors des orages.

…

Clairement, il s’agit dun très bel exemple de “faites ce que je dis, pas ce que je fais”. Je suis un chasseur d’orages. Lorsque la météo en annonce un proche de chez moi, je m’en rapproche le plus possible pour aller prendre des photos des éclairs, des nuages, de la pluie. Activité exaltante en elle-même et qui permet d’obtenir de très belles images. Peut-être que quand j’en aurais assez, je pourrai les exposer ? Et les vendre ?

Mais je m’égare. Laissez moi revenir à ce que je voulais raconter.

Cette nuit d’août, je me tenais éveillé à coups de boissons énergisantes. L’orage avait été annoncé de base pour une heure tardive et se faisait désirer en plus. Je ne dormais pas, mais je n’allais pas non plus dormir tout de suite, étant donné les stimulant circulants dans mon corps. Je tournais un peu en rond pour tout dire. Jusqu’à ce que l’orage éclate enfin. Pile au dessus de moi. J’étais deja en train de mitrailler, cherchant à prendre les meilleures photos des éclairs. La pluie tombait à seaux, mais mon appareil était étanche et je portais une combinaison de latex sous mes vêtements.

Et ce qui devait arriver arriva : alors que l’orage se calmait, alors que les éclairs diminuaient en nombre et en force, alors que je me préparais à rentrer, un éclaire tomba directement sur moi. Forcément, j’étais seul en plein milieu d’un pré, j’étais le meilleur point de chute pour un éclair en manque d’amis.

Je ne sais toujours pas pourquoi je m’en suis sorti aussi bien. Sur le coup, je fus sonné et jeté au sol, bien sûr. Mais je me réveillai rapidement et m’assis pour reprendre mes esprits. En face d’une surprise. Alors que je me croyais seul, je me retrouvais en présence de deux autres silhouettes. Je reculais un peu, comme elles, et tentai de mieux voir. Elles eurent des réactions très proches, quasi identiques. Lorsque mes yeux réussirent à faire le point, la surprise fut encore plus grande. C’était moi. J’étais en face de deux copies de moi. Qui me semblaient à la fois très semblables et très différentes. Je compris rapidement la différence : j’avais l’habitude de me voir reflété dans un miroir. Inversé. Là, les personnes que j’avais en face de moi avaient les mêmes traits. Avec le côté gauche à leur gauche et leur côté droit à droite.

“Qui êtes vous ?”

Maintenant, je sais que c’est moi qui ai posé la question. À ce moment là, c’était plus compliqué à dire.

Chacune des trois personnes présentes donna la même réponse : mon nom. Avec la meme voix et la même intonation. Je n’arrivais pas à y croire. Je me dis que la foudre me faisait délirer. Ou la fatigue, que je sentais maintenant dans tout mon corps. D’ailleurs, malgré la surprise et l’incomprehension face à la situation, je m’endormis.


Je fus réveillé au matin par un habitant du coin qui m’avait vu en plein milieu du pré. À part lui, j’étais seul, mes affaires étalées autour de moi. Tout en regroupant le tout, je le remerciai et rentrai chez moi. Sous son regard désapprobateur, évidemment.


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Quelques jours plus tard, j’étais persuadé d’avoir halluciné le tout. Que j’avais reçu non pas la foudre, mais la déflagration d’un éclair proche. Je repris mon train-train quotidien, entre autres triant et retouchant les photos de l’orage. Le climat devint à nouveau lourd. Le mois d’août n’était pas terminé, la saison des orages non plus. Je préparai mes affaires pour une éventuelle nouvelle chasse à l’orage.


Le samedi matin suivant mon aventure, je me levai après une grasse matinée sous la couette. Je ne sais pas si c’était dû à la chaleur ambiante, aux draps du lit, ou à autre chose, mais je me sentais chargé d’électricité statique. Alors que je me levai, la sensation empira. Et lorsque je posai la main sur la poignée de porte de ma chambre, la décharge confirma mes craintes. Je reculai et tombai assis sur le lit. Ou plutôt nous tombâmes assis sur le lit. À nouveau, je me retrouvai face à mon double.

Cette fois, en pleine journée, après une bonne nuit de sommeil, sans grand choc, je ne pouvais que me rendre à l’evidence : j’étais vraiment en présence de mon double. Chacun de nous tendit la main vers l’autre. Après un mouvement de recul, nos mains se touchèrent. Pour de bon. Ce n’était pas une illusion.

“Qui es tu ?

– Je pourrais te poser la meme question. Que fais tu chez moi ?

– Je suis chez moi ! C’est toi l’intrus !”

La discussion dura un long moment. Jusqu’à ce que nous nous rendions compte et confirmions l’un et l’autre que nous étions tous les deux … moi. Deux copies identiques de la meme personne. Avec exactement les mêmes connaissances. Les mêmes façons de penser. Les mêmes expressions, les mêmes gestuelles. Et les mêmes envies. Surtout qu’avec mon habitude de dormir nu, aucun de nous ne portait de vêtements.

Après plusieurs mois à ne rencontrer que des mecs vanilla, j’étais furieusement en manque d’un bonne session de domination/soumission. Et j’avais enfin sous la main quelqu’un qui saurait me comprendre et me suivre.


Pour commencer, nous fîmes le tour du materiel à disposition, rangés depuis trop longtemps.

L’un de nous prit en main la cage de chasteté en métal et la soupesa, un regard coquin vers l’autre. Bien entendu, il ne fallu que quelques secondes pour qu’une de nos bites se retrouve confinée dans la cage. L’autre garda les clefs dans sa main. Mais avant que l’équilibre ne se rompe, une moufle de cuir épais recouvra la main en question. Et sa voisine.

J’étais coincé dans une cage de chasteté. J’étais coincé dans des moufles en cuir. Chacun de moi avait la liberté de l’autre entre ses mains. Bien sûr, nous ne nous sommes pas arrêtés si rapidement. Tant qu’à être coincé, autant que je le sois encore plus. Laissant les moufles en place, je me rajoutai la camisole de force faite de la même matière.

“Bon, c’est encore moi qui vais devoir faire le ménage, mais au moins, j’aurai un esclave à disposition pour des pauses agréables.”

Pendant le reste de la matinée, je fis un peu de ménage dans la maison. Un coup d’aspirateur, un peu de rangement de vaisselle, le strict minimum du repassage et entre chacune de ces étapes, je m’occupai de mon double. Ou il s’occupait de moi.

Pendant le reste de la matinée, j’accompagnai mon double dans les taches ménagères. Il avait rajouté une laisse à la camisole et me trainait de pièce en pièce, me posant dans un coin, à portée de main.

J’avais pris un gode assez conséquent, moulé sur la bite de je-ne-sais-plus-quel acteur. Et , avec quelques efforts et assez de gel, je l’avais enfilé dans le cul de mon autre moi. À chaque pause ou changement d’activité, je m’amusais avec le gode, limant ce cul qui était le mien sans être le mien.

Je me retrouvai assis la plupart du temps, ce qui garantissait que le gode me remplissait bien. Le second avantage était que mon autre moi me dominait de toute sa taille en plus de ses actions. Il me regardait de haut avec son petit sourire supérieur. Ma queue en vibrait de plaisir. La sienne essayait mais ne faisait que tressauter la cage.


À midi, je fis à manger pour deux. Pendant que le repas mijotait, chacun de moi libéra l’autre et je pris le temps de me doucher. La douche semblait plus petite qu’à l’accoutumé, mais au moins, je pouvais me frotter le dos avec application et beaucoup moins d’effort.

Autour de la table, nous discutâmes ensemble. Nous étions arrivés à la même conclusion : un choc électrique créait un ou plusieurs doubles de moi-même, identiques à tous points de vue.

“Tu sais ce qui serait rigolo ? Un petit boitier électrique et ses accessoires : cock-ring, pinces à seins, plug métallique, baguette, electrodes.

– Un magasin en ville en vend.

– Je sais. On va s’en acheter un ?

– Si tu veux, mais cette fois, c’est toi qui sera attaché. Et coincé dans le coffre de la voiture.

– Toi, tu sais me parler.”

Nous éclatâmes de rire, d’une même voix.


Nous décidâmes de profiter d’une petite sieste avant. Heureusement mon lit était assez grand pour contenir deux fois moi. Nous primes chacun un côté du lit, nous tenant par le bras.

À mon réveil, j’étais seul au milieu du lit. Et je me souvenais de tout ce qui s’était passé durant la matinée. Des deux points de vue. J’en ris de plaisir. Il allait vraiment falloir que j’investisse dans ce petit boitier électrique, pour m’amuser encore un peu plus avec moi-même.

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Prompts were : Clone / selfcest and Stuck / confined.


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Day 11


That was when he gained the moniker “Hooded Hunk”. As well as the interest of another kind of crowd.

Published on 11/10/2024
Tags: #solo #toys #hood #bondage #consensual
Length: 674 words.


When Matthias announced he would step back and start working half time, every one of his colleagues on the police force were surprised. He was big and brawny, he was respected, he was just. He had a good reputation among his peers and among the rest of the town’s inhabitants, too. So, there were questions. He explained to some of his colleagues that he would be rehabilitating an old house which he had acquired.


It was the truth. But not the whole truth. For several months, Matthias had been using his off-duty time on a hobby, which he had managed to monetize. He now earned enough for it to become his main source of income. However, he knew it couldn’t last until retirement, so he wanted to make the most of it while it lasted. He could always come back to the force later.


The very first project of the rehabilitation regarded electricity. The house had been built several decades ago and it wasn’t standards compliant. It wasn’t at all. And Matthias planned to use several electric and electronic devices. So electricity. Matthias couldn’t avoid it, although it strained his finances

The second project was Matthias’ choice. There was a lot to do and he could have started with his bedroom or the living-room or the bathroom. But all of them were already operational if a bit dilapidated. No, what the part-time cop would be working on was : his own studio. His hobby mainly took place through camera and microphone and he needed a room built and furnished with this in mind. Well painted walls with sound absorption, direct and indirect lights whose brightness could be changed, a large deck with a gamer chair, a comfortable bed and shelves exhibiting masks, hoods and balaclavas.


Matthias called himself a model and took pride in it. It was the truth, after all. Matthias had started buying stuff and wearing it and testing it, all of that in front of a live web-connected camera. A small cheap one, first. And the stuff was pretty normal then. Clothes. Tools for people who dealt in security. Bindings, protective clothing, non-lethal weapons. Safes, chains, padlocks. He had gained enough followers to receive gifts from random people and business offer from manufacturer. Until one day, when some of his stream followers had told Matthias, in jest, to show his body. Matthias knew he couldn’t show his face even before that. He had always kept his identity a secret, from everyone. He always wore a mask, a hood, a balaclava. But that time, he didn’t hesitate and took his t-shirt off. He knew he had no distinctive markings. So he showed his body and kept his face hidden. That was when he gained the moniker “Hooded Hunk”. As well as the interest of another kind of crowd.


He started receiving, in his PO box, sex toys. Nothing really obvious first. Puppy hoods, for example. Or collars. Leather cuffs instead of police cuffs. Lube. And later, gradually, more obvious toys. For much more graphic streams. That was the moment where he started earning real money. Sometimes just for the show, sometimes for specific actions, sometimes to buy and “test” new items. Vibrating cock rings. Electric butt plugs. Whips. Pumps. Fuck machines. Violet wands. And so on. Matthias still fancied himself a model. In part he was. But he had mostly become a sex worker. A lonely sex worker, fucking himself in front of a cold camera. A lonely sex worker, earning money but seen as someone on a screen, not a real human with feelings.


His physical body and prowesses were recognized and spurred. Followings words written on his screen, he fucked himself with large dildos. He masturbated himself with thick fleshlights. Always with his face hidden.


Both of his jobs kept him apart from other people. While on duty, his uniform made him unreachable in spite of his friendliness and proximity. While off duty, his masks and camera made him unreachable despite his hot body and his willingness to commit to sex. And a new house, however big it was, however furnished it would be, wouldn't change any of that.

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Prompts were : Hood / balaclava, Model and Off duty.


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Day 12


Dans le miroir en face de lui, l’image se figea puis se modifia.

Published on 12/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #oral #latex #deprivation sensorielle #tromperie #magie #romance #consensual
Length: 2735 words.


Dans un quartier de la ville, un miroir fut posé au sol et encerclé par cinq bougies. Quelques symboles furent dessinés dans le meme cercle avec du sel fin. Une lampe à huile, remplie d’huile d’olive, fut allumée pour illuminer l’ensemble. Au centre du miroir, le portrait photo d’un homme surmontait un jockstrap utilisé.

Une voix retentit.

“Ô Hécate, déesse de la magie, j’implore ton aide. Offre moi ton assistance pour cette requête.”

La flamme de la lampe à huile dansa une fois, malgré la tranquillité de l’air, puis reprit une position verticale.

“Ô Érynies, déesses implacables, je vous invoque. Mégère, Tisiphone, Alecto, venez à mon aide. Mégère, toi qu’on appelle la Haine, préserve moi justement de la haine. Aide moi à rester juste. Tisiphone, toi qu’on appelle la Vengeance, apporte moi justement la vengeance envers celui qui m’a blessé en se parjurant. Alecto, toi qu’on appelle l’Implacable, garde moi sur le chemin de mon but. Assure moi que j’irai jusqu’au bout.”

À nouveau, la flamme de la lampe à huile dansa. Trois fois.

“Ô Hécate, déesse de la nouvelle lune, aide moi dans cette requête de renaissance. Guide de ta torche mes pas vers la nouvelle vie que je vise.”

La flamme de la lampa bougea à nouveau. L’incantation continua quelques minutes. Lorsqu’elle fut terminée, la lampe fut éteinte par deux doigts. Une petite brulure n’était rien au regard de tout le reste.

Les bougies furent rangés. Le sel fut nettoyé et remis dans son flacon. La lampe à huile reprit sa fonction de décoration. Et le miroir fut remis à sa place habituelle, en pièce maitresse de la salle de bain.

Et malgré tout, des sanglots apparurent.


À l’instant où la lampe s’éteignit, dans un autre quartier de la ville, un grand homme musclé fut traversé d’un puissant frisson et d’une vague de froid intense. Les poils blonds sur son corps se dressèrent au même moment. Il en poussa un cri, provoquant la crainte de celui qui partageait son lit.

“Que se passe-t-il, Hans ?

– Juste un frisson de froid.” Répondit Hans. “Les fenêtres sont fermées ?

– Bien sûr.” Un sourire apparut sur le visage de son partenaire du moment. “Viens là, je vais te réchauffer.

– Je vais me réchauffer moi-même en remplissant ton cul.

– Bonne idée.”

Hans tint parole. De toute façon, la soirée avait atteint le moment de non-retour. Il ne pouvait pas ne pas baiser le cul qui lui était offert. Sa bite dure ne pouvait pas redescendre avant de s’être enfoncée dans la chaleur moite. Hans s’avança lentement mais surement. Il tenait dans ses mains les hanches de son partenaire et s’en servait pour attirer son partenaire à lui, jusqu’à que sa bite entière ait disparu dans le cul.

Il resta un petit moment dans cette position, faisant bouger son membre autant que sa dureté le permettait. Puis il repartit un peu an arrière et commença un mouvement de va-et-vient. De plus en plus rapide, de plus en plus brutal. Quand il sentit sa sève monter, il mit une de ses mains sur le crane de son partenaire et plaqua la tête contre le matelas. Il fit deux mouvement de plus et éjacula au fond du cul de son partenaire, poussé par le plaisir charnel et la domination psychologique. Il grogna pendant que son partenaire gémissait. La sensation du jus expulsé était différente chez l’un et chez l’autre, mais appréciée dans les deux cas.

Hans se retira sans douceur et remit les rares vêtements qu’il avait enlevés.

“Salut et merci.

– Tu t’en vas?

– Ouais, j’ai fini. Et je pense pas qu’on avait prévu de faire notre vie ensemble.

– J’ai même pas joui !

– Justement, je te laisse tranquille pour finir.

– T’es vraiment un connard !”

Hans avait déjà atteint la porte et sortit sans un mot de plus, ni même un regard.


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Le lendemain matin, après une grasse matinée, Hans se leva nu et entra dans la salle de bain. Le regard encore embrumé, il ne regarda pas le miroir, se dirigeant plutôt vers les toilettes. Puis il se mit devant le lavabo et s’observa. Tout d’abord, il ne vit rien de différent de ce qu’il voyait d’habitude. Puis la lumière des spots clignota. Alors qu’il allait lever les yeux vers les lampes, l’image dans le miroir changea. D’abord elle devint floue et il se frotta les yeux pour tenter de se focaliser. Mais l’image continua de changer. Et se figea. Hans voyait toujours son visage en face de lui mais l’image ne bougeait pas avec lui. Comme si le miroir était devenu une photo. L’image disparut et revint quasi-immédiatement. Mais le visage avait changé C’était toujours celui de Hans, mais un tiers avait disparu, couvert par un matériau noir brillant. La limite de cette noirceur passait au milieu du crane et du front, puis pile entre les deux sourcils. Elle descendait le long de l’arête du nez, avant de bifurquer sur le côté et de traverser une joue et de courir perpendiculaire à la mâchoire pour atteindre le cou. Là, elle partait vers la nuque. Tout ce qui était au-delà de cette limite avait disparu. Y compris l’oeil et l’oreille correspondantes. L’autre oeil, la bouche, le menton restait identique au veritable visage de Hans.

Hans regardait avec intérêt et appréhension, essayant de comprendre. Jusqu’à ce que les lèvres de l’image bougent. Une voix retentit en même temps :

“Un.”

Et Hans perdit la vue et l’ouïe de tout un côté de son visage. Il poussa un cri et s’enfuit de la salle de bain en courant.

Alors qu’il traversait l’appartement, il percuta un autre corps qui courrait vers lui. Il se retrouvèrent tous deux au sol, Hans tremblant, le regard dans le vide. Des mains couvertes de poils noirs le prirent par les épaules et le secouèrent.

“Hans !! Hans, réponds moi !”

Hans leva les yeux et regarda l’homme en face de lui. Il se rendit compte qu’il avait retrouvé la vue.

“An— Andros ?

– Ben oui, qui d’autre ? Que se passe-t-il ? Pourquoi as tu crié ?

– Le… Le miroir. Mon visage. Mon visage !!

– Quoi, ton visage?

– Recouvert…

– Hans, ton visage est comme d’habitude. Viens.”

Andros se releva et tendit la main à son petit ami pour l’aider à faire de même. Hans suivit le mouvement, mais refusa tout net de repartir vers la salle de bain.

“Non, non, non. Le miroir. Mon visage.

– Ton visage n’a aucun problème. Viens voir.” Et Andros le dirigea vers le salon. Là, il attrapa son smartphone et l’ouvrit en mode autoportrait avant de le pointer vers Hans. “Tiens, regarde.”

Hans se regarda. Son visage était comme à son habitude. Aucune matière ne le recouvrait. Il posa ses mains dessus et sentit la peau, les cils, les sourcils. Andros le regarda avec tendresse.

“Tu as du faire un cauchemar, έρωτας.

– Tu crois ?

– Oui, oui. Viens te recoucher. Tu es rentré tard hier soir, tu dois être fatigué.”

Il rejoignirent la chambre mais ne s’endormirent pas immédiatement. Andros se débarrassa du jockstrap qu’il portait, seul vêtement sur son corps, et caressa le corps nu de son conjoint. Il l’embrassa aussi, lèvres contres lèvres, puis langue contre langue. Rapidement, la température monta, suivi de l’excitation. Les mains bronzées glissaient sur la peau pâle et vice-versa. Chacun d’eux prit en main la bite de l’autre, la caressant et la masturbant à sa manière. Les longs doigts blancs de Hans se perdirent dans la toison brune d’Andros. La main de ce dernier glissa sur les poils blonds tondus. Andros fut le premier à gémir de plaisir mais ses propres actions déclenchèrent la même réaction chez Hans quelques instants plus tard. Comme à son habitude, Hans dirigea ses mains vers les fesses d’Andros et les malaxa. Mais cette fois, il prit soin de les caresser et d’y apporter du plaisir plutôt que de les écarter pour s’y enfoncer sans attendre. Andros profita de ce plaisir. Et ce ne fut que quand il en eut envie qu’il décida de s’asseoir de lui-même sur la bite rigide de Hans. Pour la première fois, Andros s’encula de lui-même, choisissant la vitesse, l’angle et l’amplitude avec lesquelles son cul se faisait remplir. Enfin, sentant le moment approcher, il fit en sorte d’atteindre l’orgasme quasiment en même temps que Hans. Il sentit le jus de Hans le remplir alors que le sien recouvrait les poils blonds du torse sous lui. Il se rendormirent.


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Pendant quelques jours, Hans eut beaucoup de mal à s’approcher de la salle de bain. Les premières fois, il ne pouvait y entrer sans être accompagné d’Andros. Mais petit à petit, il se convainquit qu’il avait en effet eu un simple cauchemar. Il parvint à nouveau à utiliser le miroir et rien de particulier ne se passa.

Il reprit ses esprits et ses habitudes. Une semaine plus tard, il était à nouveau lui-même. Et donc à nouveau en chasse d’un autre cul à remplir.

Il y arriva sans problème. Sa beauté, son bagout, son arrogance lui permettaient d’attirer un grand nombre de proies et de pouvoir choisir celle qui lui succomberait pour quelques minutes. Il ne lui fallait pas plus et il ne voulait surtout pas plus.

Comme d’habitude, il baisa sans considération ni égard pour son partenaire. Cette fois l’autre avait joui en même temps que Hans. Et ce dernier ne s’en était rendu compte que par le plaisir supplémentaire apporté à sa bite.


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Le lendemain, il se leva, encore une fois nu, et comme à son habitude, il se mit devant le miroir. Avant même qu’il puisse attraper sa brosse à dents, la lumière clignota. Il sentit un frisson le parcourir, mais il ne put s’empêcher de regarder dans le miroir. Comme la fois précédente, l’image en face de lui se figea et se modifia. Immédiatement, son visage habituel fut remplacé par celui de la dernière fois, au tiers couvert par le matériau noir et luisant. Puis il clignota et ce fut un second tiers qui fut couvert. Tout le haut du visage, le crane, le front, les deux yeux, les joues, les oreilles. Ne restaient visibles que le bout de son nez, sa bouche et son menton. Quand il eut bien assimilé les changements, l’image prononça un mot et un seul :

“Deux.”

Hans perdit la vue et l’ouïe. Entièrement. Sous le choc, terrifié, il se laissa tomber à terre et y resta prostré, les genoux sous son menton, les bras autour de ses jambes. Il ne bougea que quand Andros le découvrit là, quelques dizaines de minutes plus tard. Andros regarda le miroir et ouvrit la bouche. Avant qu’il puisse sortir un son, un autre mot retentit :

“Ἀληκτώ.”

Andros secoua la tête et s’occupa de son petit ami.


Il fallut plus de temps avant que Hans arrive à reprendre une vie normale. Pendant plusieurs jours, il refusa d’entrer dans la salle de bain, utilisant les douches de la salle de sport ou de son employeur pour se laver. Par contre, il resta très proche d’Andros, savourant l’amour qu’il recevait, lui rendant par des actes désintéressés et appréciables. Ils firent plusieurs fois l’amour, plus dans l’échange et le respect du partenaire que dans le rapide vidage de couilles sans sentiment. Leur vie commune semblait plus détendue.

Andros obtint même quelque choses que Hans avait toujours refusé d’accomplir. Alors qu’ils étaient tous deux dans le lit, se caressant et se suçant l’un l’autre, Hans avait délaissé la bite d’Andros et avait utilisé sa langue contre son cul couvert de poils noirs. Andros avait gémi de bonheur et abandonné la bite devant lui pendant un moment. Hans ne s’était pas arrêté, lui. Il faisait aller et venir sa langue le long de la raie, puis autour du trou. Enfin, il avait poussé la pointe contre l’ouverture et l’avait titillé langoureusement.

“Oh, Hans…”

L’homme ne répondit pas, trop occupé à adorer le cul devant lui. Andros en profita quelques minutes puis reprit en bouche la bite toujours dure de son partenaire.


Cette idylle dura quelques semaines. Hans remonta la pente. Il réussit à reprendre ses habitudes dans son appartement, avec l’aide insistante d’Andros. Il réussit à revenir devant le miroir. Pendant longtemps, il ne pouvait le faire que si Andros restait avec lui dans la pièce. Un jour, il essaya seul. Rien ne se passa ce jour là, ni les fois suivantes. Hans put reprendre une vie quasi normale. Mais il ne pouvait s’empêcher d’avoir une pointe de frayeur à chaque interaction avec le miroir.


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Quelques mois plus tard, le dernier soir d’un déplacement professionnel, Hans et ses collègues sortirent dans un bar pour fêter la fin du déplacement et le retour prochain chez eux. Lors d’une pause dans les toilettes du bar, Hans se retrouva en présence d’un trés charmant jeune homme. Très charmant et insistant. Il avait repéré le paquet de Hans et voulait en profiter, ne serait ce que pour quelques minutes. À force, il réussit à convaincre Hans de partager une cabine pour une petite fellation. Le jeune homme ne demandait rien de plus que sucer Hans et obtenir son jus. Hans se laissa faire. Il ne donna aucun coup et caressa même la chevelure bouclée du jeune homme. Et quand ce dernier réussit à obtenir le jus convoité, Hans se baissa et la masturba, le faisant jouir à son tour. Le jeune homme attrapa la main couverte de sperme et la lécha jusqu’à ce qu’il ne reste aucune trace.


Hans et ses collègue rentrèrent chez eux le lendemain. Andros vint le chercher à l’aéroport et ils restèrent ensemble toute la journée, chacun profitant de la présence de l’autre.


Au matin, alors qu’Andros se séchait juste après sa douche, Hans le rejoignit et voulut attraper sa brosse à dents. Mais son corps se figea avant. La panique monta en lui et il leva les yeux vers le miroir. Comme les deux fois précédentes, l’image se figea sur son visage fixe. Le visage changea, recouvert encore une fois aux deux tiers. Et cette fois, le dernier tiers fut couvert lui aussi. Il ne restait dans le miroir plus rien du visage et de la tête de Hans. Il n’y avait plus qu’une forme oblongue à la surface lisse, noire et brillante. Hans entendit la voix fatidique :

“Trois !”

Et à ce moment là, il put à nouveau bouger mais ni voir, ni entendre, ni parler. Il s’écroula au sol. Il ne vit donc pas Andros l’enjamber et s’approcher du miroir. Il ne vit pas les trois visages apparaitre dans le miroir, devant une lune noire. Il n’entendit pas la voix de son conjoint.

“Et maintenant ?”

La réponse provint de trois voix s’exprimant en harmonie. Andros l’entendit. Hans l’entendit.

“Maintenant, il est à toi. Tu le contrôles. Toi seul peut le libérer. Toi seul peut l’emprisonner. Il ne peut que t’obéir. Il n’existe pour personne d’autre.

– C’est à dire ?

– Son existence a été supprimé de la réalité et des esprits. Personne ne le cherchera. Personne ne l’attendra. Personne ne fera attention à lui à moins que tu ne le veuilles. Et aucun de ceux qui auront conscience de lui ne sauront qui il est ni ne chercheront à le connaître.

– Jusqu’à quand ?

– Tu ne devrais pas poser cette question. Tu nous as invoqué, tu nous connais. Nous sommes les Ἐρινύες. Nous punissons pendant la vie. Jamais au-delà.

– Sa malediction courra jusqu’à la mort. La mienne ou la sienne ?

– L’une ou l’autre.”

Il y eut une pause. La triple voix reprit.

“Nous avons accompli notre mission. Nous repartons. Ne nous remercie pas.

– Je ne comptais vraiment pas le faire.”

La voix d’Andros était amère. Il se pencha et releva sa possession, précédemment son petit ami. Il fit glisser les mains sur les oreilles.

“Hans.”

L’homme se tourna vers la voix qui l’appelait, les yeux toujours aveugles, la bouche ouverte en un cri silencieux.

“Hans. Tu es à moi. Je vais te rendre tes capacités dans un instant. Mais avant écoute bien.” Andros fit une pause. “Je t’ai aimé. Je t’ai laissé de nombreuses chances. J’ai fait en sorte que tu sois prévenu. Maintenant il est trop tard. Maintenant tu dois m’obéir. Et voici mon premier ordre : à partir de maintenant et jusqu’à la fin, tu m’aimeras comme je t’ai aimé, comme tu aurais du m’aimer. Ni plus ni moins. Et peut-être que je t’aimerai à nouveau.”

Des larmes silencieuses glissaient sur les joues d’Andros, invisibles pour le regard aveugle de Hans.

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Prompts were : Ass worship, Corruption and Mirror.


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Day 13


“If he falls, I will be here to catch him before he is harmed.”

Published on 13/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #military #bondage #kidnapping #sensory deprivation #leather #sex work #dubious consent
Length: 1804 words.


“Senior airman Westfield!

– Sir yes Sir!

– Your bed and chest are a mess!

– Sir!”

While the First Lieutenant was chewing off the senior airman, the other soldiers in the squad were waiting in silence, thinking about Westfield. They had known him for several years now. And although he had not been the most tidy man, it had gotten worse since his time abroad. Something had happened there and Westfield had lost almost all discipline and almost all respect for officers. Only his above average physical qualities and his expertise in marksmanship kept him from receiving a General Discharge.


Some hours later, in a meeting room, the First Lieutenant raised the issue of the senior airman with his fellow officers.

“I don’t know what to do about him. He is doing the least he can, except in the field, where he excels. But every time he gets sent in the field he comes back worse. I’m watching him and protecting him, but he is only one bottle away from an UOTHC.

– Is that all?

The FL raised his head and looked at the man who had uttered these words.

“Colonel?

– Are there any other reasons for his misbehavior? Is he bullied? I know Airman Westfield and his … sexual inclinations. Are his problems linked to this part of him in any way?

– Gods, no! We are over this. Gay people are accepted by the other soldiers or protected by us if necessary.

– Then do it.

– Sir?

– Give him the bottle. Or leave one around him, as a trap. Let’s see how he react. Either he doesn’t fall and we get to commend him, guiding him up, or he falls down and we discharge him, removing him form under your feet.

– Is this ethical?

– Lieutenant. I am telling you to do it. And I am your Colonel, am I not?

– Yes, Sir!

– So, consider this as an order and leave the ethics to me. Unless someone else wants to take care of it all?” He paused and looked at the other persons in the room. None of them spoke. “It is agreed. Make it so, Lieutenant.

– Sir, yes, Sir!”

The meeting went on, tackling other subjects.


When the meeting was adjourned, the First Lieutenant left the room but waited in the corridor for the Colonel.

“Sir.

– Lieutenant.

– I’m worried.

– About Senior Airman Westfield?

– Yes, Sir. He will drink. I will misconduct.

– I agree with your analysis.

– But what will happen?

– As discussed, he will be discharged. Either a general discharge or an UOTHC.

– Yes, but what will happen to him? Sir, if I may…

– Go on.

– I like my men. I don’t like seeing them depressed or even unwell. I know their worth. And I won’t ever reject one unless they become … evil. Which Westfield is not. He’s just lost. What will he do, back to civil life? He is not fit for it.

– Lieutenant. Do it. And if he falls, I will be here to catch him before he is harmed.

– Sir?

– Good evening, Lieutenant.”


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The trap was sprung.

The bottle was emptied.

The misconduct happened and was witnessed.

The Senior Airman was discharged.

In almost no time.


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Daniel Westfield, now Airman no more, left the military grounds with only the clothes he was wearing, a full backpack and a bank account with his savings. Dejectedly, he walked the streets until he found a motel next to the railway station. He aimed to leave this town and leave the army behind him, as much as possible.

In his paid in advance motel room, Daniel was watching the tv, when there was knock at the door. Secure in his physical strength and training, he went to open it.

As soon as he did, he was swept by a wave of men entering with force and speed. He tried to fight back, but he was overwhelmed. He felt like there was at least a dozen of person on him, two on each of his arms and legs, two on his torso and more around him holding his head or covering his mouth. He had had no time to shout and he didn’t get much time either before he felt a pinprick on his neck. Seconds later, he was out cold, sprawled on the floor.

Another man entered the room and looked at the scene in front of him, the man on the floor, the men standing around him and panting.

“Well done, boys.

– Sir!

– Now, let’s tidy it all and leave.”

The men fetched some items from outside. Some of them stripped Daniel and, as soon as he was naked, prepped him for his next trip. First several items were put on or in him : a metal chastity belt, a medium sized butt plug, a leather blindfold over his eyes and plugs in his ear. Leather cuffs around each of his wrists and ankles, a leather collar around his neck and a leather muzzle, with a pecker gag, around his head. Almost all of this was locked one way or another. Then, they slid the sleeping body in a neoprene sleepsack which they zipped shut and padlocked to the collar. Daniel, although he did not know it yet, was completely bound, with no hope of freeing himself.

In the meantime, other men from the group had collected all of Daniel’s stuff in a large bag and had tidied the whole room. It was as if no one had rent the room. They left the room taking with them everything that didn’t belong to it : Daniel, his stuff and the trash from his fast-food meal.

All of it was put on the floor of a black van, in front of some of the seats. The passengers sitting there could put their feet nowhere else than on the sleeping body. Far from regretting it, they enjoyed the feeling.

The van left, taking Daniel to parts unknown.


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Daniel awoke with a start. He felt something was amiss and tried to stand up and open his eyes. Without success in both cases. He struggled with his whole body and found out he was completely bound, with straps around his waist, wrists, shoulders and neck. He also felt straps over his eyes and around his whole head. He also felt something around each of his ankles and around his cock.

Unknown to him, his struggles had brought his awakening to someone’s attention.

“Good evening, boy.”

Daniel’s body jumped in surprise. He tried to talk but only garbled noises escaped his throat. The voice, smooth, deep and calm, spoke on.

“I am glad to see you are awake. Just in time.”

Daniel mumbled again.

“Who am I? Your owner. Your Master. The man who will take care of you from now on in exchange for your complete obedience.”

Daniel struggled even stronger than before.

“It is no use, boy. We know how to restrain a body. Now remain silent and let me explain. I know who you are. I know where you come from. I know you had no plans for the future, nowhere to go, no one to meet, no job to accomplish. I am willing to provide you with room and board. I am willing to provide you with the help you need. And I am willing to provide you with a paying job. In exchange for all of this, you will have to do the aforementioned job and obey me.”

Daniel was still with shock. How could this happen to him? And how did this man knew so much about him?

“Do not worry, it is not a difficult job. I know for a fact that you will enjoy most of it. After all, this is a gay brothel.”

The tension in Daniel did not escape the eyes of his Master.

“Relax, boy. I know it is a change from your previous employment, but I am sure loving your fellow men will suit you better than killing them.”

Daniel moved his arms as much as possible and mumbled words.

“Why are you bound? Oh it is easy. There are three main reasons. The first” And Daniel felt hands tenderly stroke his head and torso. “is that I love the male body and I love it a thousand times more when it is in bondage. The second is that it is the best way to advertise you for your future clients. And the last and most important is this : you will stay blind, bound and fully available until your mind is broken and freed from all your previous nasty habits, mainly alcohol and disobedience. Don’t worry, you will be fed and cleaned. Now, it is time for me to mingle with my clients and for you to start doing the job I pay you for. Have fun.”

Daniel tried to mumble in protest, but the only answer was the noise of a door closing and being locked. Another noise and Daniel heard many voices talking together, amidst other sounds from a bar or night-club. Two of the voices were getting nearer and clearer.

“—know what? I really don’t regret the four hours ride from the base. Vegas is fun and this place is amazing!

– You’re right. The entry fee is not that expensive and there are so many boys to fuck! Say, what the hell is that?”

Daniel felt hands glide on his butt and thighs.

“I think that’s the free-use ass we have been promised. I didn’t even know it was available yet. Shall we?

– Of course. I’ll go first, if you don’t mind.

– Not at all.

– Thanks. Just let me suit and lube.”

Seconds later, Daniel felt the first of hundreds of cocks enter his ass. Its hardness and the lube combined with Daniel’s experience in getting fucked to provide both men with great pleasure.

“Oh gods, he is so tight and hot ! And he knows how to squeeze. I want to fuck him forever.

– Luckily for me, you won’t be able to. Hurry up, I want my turn.”

A third voice intruded. The same deep and calm voice Daniel had heard minutes ago.

“Relax, boy, you’ll get it. He is the free-use whore, after all.

– Sir!”

Daniel’s ass was still full of cock, but all movement had stopped. The guy was not fucking him any more.

“Oh no, not tonight, boys. Tonight, I am not your colonel. I’m just a guy enjoying this place. Keep fucking him, keep having fun.

– Sir, yes, Sir !”

The deep voice chuckled.

“I understand. Forget I was here.”

There was silence. Daniel tightened his ass around the cock.

“The whore wants to get fucked.

– Then do it and let me have a go, for fuck’s sake!!

– Alright, alright.”

Daniel felt the cock fuck him again. He thought it was nice. And he told himself to enjoy it, as he had no choice anyway.

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Prompts were : Trapped, Free use and Discipline.


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Day 14


“Moi, à titre personnel, je chasse le daddy randonneur.”

Published on 14/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #oral #vanilla #différence d’age #consenti
Length: 2564 words.


Christophe continuait son tour des parcs naturels régionaux. Il randonnait régulièrement depuis sa plus tendre enfance, près de cinquante ans auparavant et avait encore des lieux à découvrir. D’où l’organisation précise, avec une liste de toutes les régions visitées et de celles qui lui restaient, avec les sites particuliers à voir dans chaque région.

Cette fois, il était dans les Cévennes, profitant du climat chaud. Il portait de bonnes chaussures de marche et un pantalon pour se protéger des éventuelles ronces mais un simple t-shirt sans manche et aucune protection sur sa tête. Le reste de ses affaires, repas, boisson, protection contre les insectes, etc., étaient dans son sac à dos Heureusement, le soleil ne tapait pas trop fort et le sentier passait régulièrement sous des arbres.

C’est d’ailleurs au cours d’un de ces passages à l’ombre que Christophe entendit des voix derrière lui. Deux voix, qui discutaient ensemble et se rapprochaient de lui. Il continua à avancer, mais jeta un coup d’oeil derrière. Il vit arriver deux hommes plus jeunes que lui. Il estima au moins vingt ans de différence entre lui et eux.

Christophe s’arrêta à l’ombre pour boire un peu et se rafraichir. Ils le rattrapèrent quelques minutes plus tard et le saluèrent. Christophe put les observer un peu mieux. L’un d’entre eux, aux cheveux roux et aux yeux verts, était habillé de manière semblable à Christophe, en randonneur amateur, avec une casquette retournée sur la tête. Le second, aux yeux marrons et cheveux poivre et sel, portait une sorte d’uniforme avec le logo du parc naturel régional. Tous les deux avaient les corps d’hommes jeunes et pratiquant du sport régulièrement. Leurs jambes en particulier étaient larges et musclées. Et leurs entrejambes proéminentes.

Ils firent les présentations : Christophe donna son prénom et le garde brun désigna son compagnon de marche sous le nom de Samuel. Lui-même s’appelait Jacques. Ils discutèrent un peu tous les trois et décidèrent d’avancer ensemble pour rejoindre un point de vue panoramique et y pique-niquer. Christophe n’avait prévu à manger que pour un et ne pouvait pas vraiment partager. Les deux comparses avaient plus de denrées facilement partageables : quelques chips, des tomates cerises, des fritons de canard, des tranches de bananes séchées, etc..

Après avoir mangé le principal, pendant qu’ils grignotaient leurs desserts et rangeaient leurs affaires, ils parlèrent bien évidemment de randonnées. Christophe expliqua son amour de cette activité et son plaisir à découvrir les différents paysages. Jacques lui répondit :

“J’habite à Mende et je travaille ici, comme tu peux le voir. Et aujourd’hui, je fais visiter à Samuel, qui vient des Ardennes. On se connait depuis longtemps mais je n’avais pas eu l’occasion de lui montrer mon terrain de chasse.

– On chasse ici ?? Je croyais que c’était interdit.

– Ça arrive…” Jacques haussa les épaules.

“Et qu’est-ce qu’on chasse ?

– ‘On’, je ne sais pas. Moi, à titre personnel, je chasse le daddy randonneur. Ma proie préférée. Et quand j’en ai trouvé un, je l’achève à la ‘lance’.”

Le ton employé et le regard que Jacques portait sur Christophe ne laissait aucun doute sur le sens de ses mots. Christophe le regarda avec surprise puis tourna son regard vers Samuel. Ce dernier était resté silencieux, mais son regard et son sourire portait le même message.

“Je suis flatté, vraiment. Mais je pourrais être votre père.

– Qui s’en moque ?” Jacques avait levé la main en même temps qu’il avait posé la question. “Oh, tiens, moi.

– Moi aussi.” Cette fois, Samuel avait parlé.

“Tu vois, on est partants. Et toi ? C’est juste la différence d’age qui te gêne ?” Ce fut au tour de Christophe de hausser les épaules. “Ben voilà, c’est décidé. On se retrouve devant l’Office du Tourisme à 19h. Et je ferai à manger pour nous trois.

– Je…

– Toujours pas convaincu ? Tu crois que c’est un piège ?

– Je vois pas ce que vous me trouvez.”

Jacques et Samuel s’approchèrent à quatre pattes de Christophe. Quand ils ne furent qu’à quelques centimètres, Jacques précipita ses lèvres contre celles de Christophe et fit darder sa langue. Samuel glissa son nez contre l’aisselle suante de Christophe et lui malaxa le paquet. Avec leurs mains libres, ils portèrent celles de Christophe contre leurs paquets. Il sentit la dureté et la taille des deux engins, ce qui acheva de le convaincre. Il allait passer une super soirée ! Il éloigna son visage de celui de Jacques et le regarda dans les yeux.

“C’est bon, c’est bon, je serai là.”

Samuel se releva et lui dit :

“En fait, viens directement après ta randonnée. Directement. Sans douche. J’ai envie de mieux te sentir.”

Sur ces paroles, les deux jeunes se levèrent et reprirent leur chemin, sac sur le dos, n’ayant laissé aucune autre trace de leur passage qu’un homme rougissant et surpris. Et un peu excité aussi. Après quelques instants et quelques gorgées d’eau fraiche, il ramassa lui aussi ses affaires, s’assurant de laisser le lieu intact de toute trace humaine et suivit à nouveau le sentier balisé.


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En fin de journée, Christophe gara sa moto à l’hotel et déposa son sac et ses affaires de motard dans sa chambre. Sans rien y faire de plus, il ressortit et se dirigea vers l’Office du Tourisme. Assis sur les marches devant le bâtiment, Samuel l’attendait en lisant un livre. Alors que Christophe arrivait dans son dos, le jeune homme leva le visage vers le ciel et inspira. Puis il se tourna directement vers son ainé.

“Ah te voilà.” Il prit le temps de remettre un marque-pages dans son livre et se leva. “Et tu es venu directement. Parfait !” Christophe le regarda d’un air interrogateur, mais Samuel ne releva pas. “Suis moi, on va rejoindre Jacques. Il est en train de nous préparer un bon repas.”


En effet, lorsque Christophe entra dans la maison, une bonne odeur de nourriture l’accueillit. Suivie de très près par le maître de maison. Contrairement à Samuel et Christophe, il avait pris le temps de se doucher et de se changer. Dans certaines limites. En effet, il était pieds et tête nus et ne portait qu’un pantalon de cuir sous son tablier de cuisine.

“Christophe !! Content que tu sois venu. Juste à temps. Pas pour le repas. Pour qu’on ait le temps de s’amuser pendant qu’il cuit.”

Jacques enleva son tablier, dévoilant un poitrail puissant et couvert de poils noirs, et le posa sur le dossier d’une chaise. Christophe sentit des bras l’enserrer par derrière. Un menton vint se poser au creux de son épaule. Samuel chuchota dans son oreille.

“Il me tarde tellement de te déshabiller et de gouter ta sueur.”

Joignant le geste à la parole, il attrapa le bas du t-shirt de Christophe et le souleva. L’ainé se retrouva torse-nu. Juste après le passage du vêtement, Jacques s’approcha et embrassa à nouveau le randonneur. Cette fois, le baiser fut rendu et les langues s’entremêlèrent. Quand il fallut reprendre sa respiration, Christophe recula sa tête. Jacques rit et passa un bras autour de ses épaules. Il fit tourner Christophe sur lui-même puis le souleva d’un autre bras derriere ses genoux. Il le porta, sans afficher d’effort, jusqu’au salon où il s’assit sur le canapé, emportant Christophe avec lui. Samuel les rejoignit. Mais au lieu de s’asseoir avec eux, il se laissa tomber sur le parquet, à leurs pieds. Là, il commença à délacer et enlever une des chaussures de randonnée de Christophe. Tranquillement, prenant le temps d’inspirer l’air qui s’en échappait puis de poser le pied déchaussé contre son visage. Enfin, il enleva la chaussette et la posa contre son nez quelques secondes, inspirant encore une fois à fond. Il recommença avec l’autre pied. Pendant ce temps, Jacques et Christophe se caressaient le torse l’un l’autre, faisant descendre leurs mains sur les abdos puis vers leurs entrejambes. Entrejambes bien dures dans les deux cas.

“Ça te dit qu’on se le partage ?” Jacques désigna Samuel d’un coup de menton. “Histoire de se mettre en appétit avant le repas.” La bite de Christophe se leva un peu plus, pressant la paume de Jacques. “Je prends ça pour un oui. Déshabille toi, Samuel.

– Oui, Jacques.”

Pendant que le jeune homme aux cheveux roux se déshabillait en urgence, Jacques dégrafa le pantalon de Christophe puis le sien. Très rapidement, ils se retrouvèrent tous les trois nus dans le salon. Avec ses poils gris et son ventre rond, Christophe se sentait inférieur devant les deux jeunes. Il baissa la tête, mais Jacques lui attrapa le menton et lui sourit.

“Tu me plais beaucoup.”

Son autre main tâtait les fesses de Christophe, pendant que Samuel posait son visage à la racine meme de sa queue, inspirant fortement et léchant les bourses offertes.

“Tu nous plais beaucoup. Tiens, équipe toi.”

Jacques tendait un préservatif à Christophe, qui s’en équipa.

“Et baise lui bien sa gueule, puisqu’il est en position. Vas-y fort, il est pas en sucre.”

Christophe attrapa la tête de Samuel entre ses mains et le guida. D’abord il le fit remonter lentement le long de sa verge. Samuel garda sa langue sortie et lécha de la racine au gland. Quand il fut en haut, Christophe fit redescendre la tete, s’enfonçant dans la bouche accueillante. Samuel devait avoir de l’entrainement. Il n’hésita pas une seconde et avala le membre tout entier, sans coup férir. Christophe le garda dans cette position pendant un moment. Il en profita pour regarder Jacques recouvrir sa. Très. Grosse. Bite. Jusqu’à cet instant, Christophe ne s’était pas rendu compte de la veritable taille de l’engin. Sa logique et son désir se battait, l’un voulant à tout pris connaitre la sensation d’un tel membre, l’autre assurant qu’il y aurait grande souffrance. Pendant ces réflexions silencieuses, Jacques attrapa les hanches de Samuel et le releva, mettant son cul au bon niveau. Il s’enfonça dans le trou de Samuel, d’un seul coup, comme Christophe. Samuel gémit et se retira quelques instants de la bite de Christophe, haletant. D’une maint, Jacques poussa la tête de Samuel vers l’entrejambe de l’invité. Puis il regarda Christophe.

“Baise lui bien sa gueule, il aime ça. Et après, tu profiteras de son cul.”

Ils embrochèrent Samuel encore quelques minutes, le bourrant chacun à son rythme. Parfois, ils s’enfonçaient en même temps, remplissant le rouquin à l’avant comme à l’arrière. Parfois, ils étaient décalés et se le passaient, l’un s’enfonçant pendant que l’autre se retirait. Samuel, incapable de prévoir, subissait les rythmes. Avec plaisir. Christophe sentit la sève monter. Il se retira de la bouche avant de jouir. Jacques le regarda en souriant.

“Ouais, calme toi, on a encore le temps. Tiens, prends son cul et finis toi dedans.”

Jacques fit tourner Samuel sur lui-même. Christophe n’eut pas à bouger pour que sa bite se retrouve pile devant le trou. Il attendit cinq secondes de plus puis s’enfonça. Un pur bonheur. Le trou se resserra bien autour de sa bite. Il fit plusieurs allers-et-retours, changeant d’angle pour apporter du plaisir à Samuel, mais il atteint le point de non-retour très rapidement, tellement le jeune homme avait su l’y mener. Il resta bien au fond du cul pendant que son jus remplissait le préservatif.

Il haletait après l’effort, mais fut rassuré de voir que ses deux partenaires faisaient de même, bien que dans une moindre mesure.

“Samuel, amène Jacques à la douche. Rafraichissez vous un peu avant le repas.”


Samuel et Christophe obéirent. La douche fut rapide, même si Christophe aurait aimé en profiter plus, étant donné la façon dont les mains de Samuel glissaient sur son corps.


Pour le repas, chacun d’eux n’avait remis que son pantalon. Ils mangèrent entre compagnons, parlant de choses et d’autres, mais principalement de nature et de grands espaces. Ils avaient ça aussi de commun : l’amour d’endroits vides et silencieux où marcher en paix. Christophe parla de ce qu’il avait prévu pour ses trois prochaines semaines de randonnée, les Cévennes n’étant que sa première étape.


Après le repas et quelques minutes de digestion, Jacques attrapa les fesses de Christophe.

“J’ai bien envie de te remplir le cul. Ça te dit ? Samuel et moi, on va bien s’occuper de toi. Exactement comme toi et moi on s’est occupé de lui.”

Désireux mais inquiet, Christophe jeta un oeil à l’entrejambe proéminente de Jacques. Celui-ci s’en rendit compte et éclata de rire.

“Ne t’inquiète pas, je laisserai Samuel t’ouvrir un peu avant de m’y mettre. Tu valides ?

– À une condition.

– Oui ?

– Je veux tous nos jus sur moi à la fin.

– Oh, coquin ! Ok, on fera ça. Laisse ton pantalon ici et suis moi.”

Jacques se leva et guida Christophe jusqu’à une autre pièce de la maison. Samuel fermait la marche


La pièce en question était en fait une salle de jeu. Il y avait un grand lit dans un coin et quelques casiers, mais surtout un grand sling en cuir pendait du plafond. Jacques aida Christophe à s’y installer. L’ainé passa ses bras et jambes autour des chaines pour bien se tenir. Il était à disposition, Samuel et Jacques lui tournant autour, faisant passer leurs bites juste au dessus de son visage. Puis ils s’équipèrent à nouveau de préservatifs. Comme promis, ce fut Samuel qui encula Christophe le premier. Il s’était assuré de bien lubrifier sa bite pour que ce ne soit pas trop douloureux. Lorsqu’il fut dedans, enfoncé jusqu’à la racine, Jacques s’approcha de la tête de Christophe et posa sa lourde bite sur le visage. Christophe ouvrit la bouche et sortit la langue mais ses mouvements étaient limités. Il ne put prendre la bite en bouche que lorsque Jacques l’y autorisa, en guidant le membre épais. Christophe s’appliqua, mais ne put pas tout prendre. À la place, il s’assura d’utiliser toutes ses ressources pour apporter du plaisir à la partie qu’il avait en bouche. Il fut récompensé par des gémissements de plaisir. Pendant ce temps, Samuel avait commencé à bouger et enculait Christophe avec grand plaisir lui aussi. Les deux jeunes embrochèrent leur invité pendant quelques minutes, avant de changer de place.

Jacques prit son temps et fit attention, mais réussit à s’enfoncer profondément dans le cul de Christophe. Sa bite épaisse amenait Christophe a dépasser ses limites, mais ils en étaient tous les deux heureux. Quand la souffrance diminua, Jacques prit les hanches de Christophe dans ses mains et le bourra avec force. Même si sa bouche n’avait pas été remplie par la bite de Samuel, il n’aurait pas pu dire un mot, se limitant à des gémissements. Encore une fois, ils approchèrent tous du point de non-retour. Samuel et Jacques se mirent à gauche et à droite de Christophe. Ils retirèrent les préservatifs et se branlèrent au dessus de son torse. Jacques glissa deux doigts dans le cul de Christophe et pressa à l’intérieur. Christophe poussa un cri et jouit, giclant sur son propre torse. Ses deux hôtes le suivirent très rapidement. Il sentit le jus très chaud tomber en grosses gouttes sur son torse. Quand ils se furent tous vidés, Samuel et Jacques allèrent s’effondrer sur le lit, laissant Christophe sur le sling.

Ce dernier reprit son souffle puis racla de ses doigts les gouttes de sperme de son torse avant de les porter à sa bouche. Samuel le vit faire et chuchota.

“Dieux, non!”

Jacques leva la tête d’un coup sec pour suivre le regard de son compagnon. Quand il vit les mouvements de Christophe, il se leva en hurlant.

“NON !!”

Mais il était deja trop tard, Christophe avait avalé plusieurs grosses goutes de leurs spermes mélangés. Il regarda Jacques sans comprendre. Jacques lui rendit son regard, avec peine.

“Qu’y a-t-il ?

– Heureusement que tu as trois semaines de vacances, tu vas en avoir besoin.”

Christophe ne comprenait pas. Et il ne pouvait plus se concentrer sur les paroles. Son corps réagissait bizarrement. Tout d’abord en montant en température, puis en se crispant. Une sourde douleur traversait tout son corps. Avant de perdre conscience, il entendit une dernière phrases.

“Bienvenue dans notre équipe. Première leçon : la lycanthropie se transmet aussi par le sperme.”

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Prompts were : Spit roast, Swallowing and Transformation.


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Day 16


“Il n’y a que moi qui ai le droit de t’insulter, tocard.”

Published on 16/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #oral #insultes #godes #soumission #BDSM #consenti
Length: 1434 words.


“Mate, mate, les tapettes, là !”

Marc entendit la remarque même si elle n’avait pas été hurlée. Il arrêta son compagnon d’une main sur son épaule puis se retourna vers la source de la phrase. Il s’agissait de deux jeunes, à peine majeurs d’après leurs visages. Il se redressa entièrement, déployant ses 2m10 de haut et ses muscles. Il fit quelques pas vers eux, l’air très sérieux. Son compagnon, quasiment aussi grand, bien qu’un peu moins musclé, le suivit de près. Les deux jeunes ne bougèrent pas, leurs yeux écarquillés. C’était bien la première fois que quelqu’un réagissait de cette manière.

“Pour vous, ce sera Messieurs Tapettes, compris ?” Pas de réaction. “Ce n’est pas parce que je couche avec des hommes que je n’ai pas le droit au respect. Maintenant, barrez vous, si vous êtes assez intelligents pour savoir ce qui est bon pour vous.” Les deux mecs ainsi rembarrés ne bougèrent pas, l’air complètement hébétés. Marc frappa dans ses mains devant et cria. “Allez, débiles !”

Le claquement de mains les sortit de leur torpeur et ils s’enfuirent sans demander leur reste. Marc rejoignit son compagnon.

“Merci, Maître.

– Il n’y a que moi qui ai le droit de t’insulter, tocard.

– Oui, Maître.”

Malgré l’insulte prononcée, les regards échangées par les deux hommes étaient pleins d’amour.


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De retour à la maison, Marc regarda son compagnon se déshabiller et remettre la chaîne et le cadenas qui lui servaient de collier.

“Allez, au boulot, déchet.”

Relevant le nom utilisé, il sut ce qu’il avait à faire. Il sortit quelques objets et s’assura de la propreté de la maison. Il le faisait régulièrement de toute façon ce qui lui permettait d’aller au fond des choses quand ça lui était expressément demandé. Pendant qu’il trimait, son Maître l’observait depuis son canapé chesterfield, se caressant le paquet. Au bout de quelques heures, Marc éleva à nouveau la voix.

“Viens là, vide-couilles.”

Le soumis s’approcha, avec un grand sourire. Il se mit à genoux devant le canapé et approcha son visage de l’entrejambe.

“Occupe-t-en. Faut tout te dire, hein ?”

Toujours silencieux, le soumis dégrafa la ceinture et la braguette. Marc ne portant pas de sous-vêtements, sa bite fut immédiatement accessible. Son soumis se jeta dessus et empala sa bouche avec. Il prit le temps de bien lui faire l’amour et d’en profiter de son côté. Il en retirait tellement de plaisir qu’il voulait que ça dure. Mais une main poussa son crane vers le bas.

“Allez, abruti, finis moi. On autre chose à faire.”

Le soumis accelera le rythme et fit jouir son Maître, comme ordonné. Et conformément à son entrainement, il releva la tête et ouvrit la bouche, montrant le jus sur sa langue.

“Ouais, t’es un bon vide-couilles, quand tu veux. Avale et nettoie.”

Le soumis avala tout ce qui etait sur sa langue, puis repris la bite en bouche pour s’assurer qu’il ne restait aucune trace de jus. Enfin, il rangea délicatement l’engin et referma le pantalon.

“Suis moi, chienne.”

Marc avança vers une autre pièce de la maison et son soumis le suivit à quatre pattes. Ils arrivèrent devant une grosse caisse en bois, décorée comme un ancien coffre. Marc l’ouvrit et fit signe à son partenaire d’y entrer. La caisse était assez grand pour y bouger, mais pas assez pour se tenir debout ou s’y allonger. Le fond était recouvert d’un matériau moelleux, permettant d’y rester long assis, ce que fit le soumis. Le couvercle fut refermé mais pas pour longtemps. Quelques instants plus tard, une pluie s’abattit. Pas une pluie liquide. Une pluie de godes de différentes tailles. Quand plus rien ne tomba sur lui, il leva la tête. En face de lui se tenait Marc, qui lui tendait une bouteille de lubrifiant et un dernier gode pas très long, mais d’une largeur effrayante.

“Tiens. Entraine toi. Tu n’auras le droit de demander à sortir que quand tu te seras enfilé celui-ci.”

Sur ces mots, Marc referma le couvercle et le verrouilla, enfermant son soumis. Il plaça un petit micro à proximité et vaqua à ses affaires.


Quelques heures plus tard, Marc entendit des coups sourds à travers le micro. Il revint devant le coffre et demanda d’une voix forte.

“Alors, c’est bon ? Tu as fait ce que je t’ai demandé ?

– Oui, Maître” Répondit une voix étouffée.

“Prêt à le prouver ?

– Oui, Maître !”

Marce déverrouilla le coffre et souleva le couvercle. Devant lui se tenait son soumis, à quatre pattes, la tête baissée et le cul rempli par le large gode.

“T’es vraiment un garage à bites.

– Merci, Maître.

– Tu peux te lever et sortir, mais garde le dans ton cul.”

Le soumis obéit et se tint droit devant son Maître. Marc passa son bras autour de la taille et s’amusa avec le gode, le tirant et le poussant, déclenchant de forts gémissements. Enfin, il le retira

“Bien. Tu t’entraineras encore un peu demain matin. En attendant, va préparer le repas. Et nettoie tout ça, pendant que ça cuit.

– Oui, Maître. Merci, Maître.”


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Le lendemain, en tout début de soirée, un autre homme arriva à la maison. Marc l’accueillit et ils passèrent au salon. Le soumis s’occupa d’eux, leur servant à boire et à grignoter, obéissant à toutes leurs requêtes, toujours nu.

“Si on passait aux choses sérieuses ?”

L’invité acquiesça à cette remarque de Marc.

“Déshabille moi, salope. Puis occupe toi de notre invité.”

Le soumis les déshabilla l’un après l’autre, pliant et rangeant leurs vêtements, caressant leurs corps et leurs bites. La température et l’excitation monta.

Marc mena son invité et son soumis dans une grande chambre. Il proposa à son invité de s’asseoir sur le bord du lit. Quand se fut le cas, il ordonna à son soumis de s’asseoir à son tour, mais sur la bite rigide de l’invité. Le soumis ne rencontra aucun problème et en ressentit même un grand plaisir.

“Allez, trou à bites, fais lui plaisir.” Le soumis utilisa ses jambes entrainée pour se lever et se baisser. Son cul coulissait sur la bite de l’invité et les deux hommes gémissaient de plaisir. Marc les regarda faire plusieurs minutes. Le spectacle l’excitait et il n’avait pas besoin de se toucher pour rester bien dur.

Il décida enfin que c’était le moment de participer. Il poussa sur le dos de son soumis, ce qui fit basculer l’enculé et l’enculeur sur le lit, l’un à genoux face au lit, l’autre couché sur son dos. Marc s’avança entre les jambes écartées et vint rajouter sa bite dans le cul de son soumis, glissant contre celle de son invité. Le soumis haleta et gémit, mais l’entrainement paya. Il se retrouva rempli de deux bites bien dures et frémissantes. Seul Marc bougeait, mais il apportait du plaisir à lui-même et aux deux hommes. Tous sentaient la sève monter.

L’invité attrapa le visage du soumis dans ses mains et, les yeux dans les yeux, lui annonça :

“T’es vraiment un sac à foutre.”

Immédiatement, Marc stoppa tout mouvement. Il attrapa les couilles de son invité dans sa main et tira fortement dessus. L’autre poussa un cri, mais n’était pas en mesure de se débattre. D’une voix qui n’acceptait aucune contradiction, Marc lui dit :

“Manquer de respect à mon soumis, c’est me manquer de respect à moi. Compris ?

– Mais…” Marc tira à nouveau. “AAAHH !! Je…

– Ne dis plus rien, sauf si c’est pour t’excuser.

– Pardon ! Pardon ! Je n’ai pas compris.

– Rien à comprendre.” Marc relâcha son étreinte et reprit ses va-et-vient dans le cul chaud et ouvert. “Profite de son trou, baise le, mais avec respect.

– Oui. Oui, pardon.”

L’invité prit le soumis dans ses bras et fit quelques mouvements de bassin. Très rapidement, la séance de baise continua comme si de rien n’était. Le plaisir remonta petit à petit. Et enfin, ils jouirent, à la suite. Le premier déclencha les autres, comme des dominos. L’invité se retrouva le torse couvert du jus du soumis et le soumis le cul plein du jus des deux autres. Ils reprirent leurs souffles et leurs esprits et se séparèrent.

L’invité se leva du lit, puis s’agenouilla devant le soumis. Avec douceur, il prit la bite dans sa bouche et la nettoya. Puis il se releva.

“Merci à vous deux. Merci pour tout.”

Il décida de se rhabiller sans se doucher, laissant ses vêtements absorber les sécrétions qui le couvraient. Puis il quitta les lieux.


Marc et son soumis prirent une bonne douche ensemble et allèrent se coucher dans les bras l’un de l’autre.

“Il a raison. Tu es un sac à foutre. Mais tu es le mien.

– Merci, Maître.

– Avec plaisir, Alexandre.”

Les lèvres posées sur les siennes l’empêchèrent de répondre.

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Prompts were : Name calling, Chest (furniture) and Double penetration.


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Day 17


Kidnapped during a road trip.

Published on 17/10/2024
Tags: #gay #kidnapping #bondage #leather #handjob #blackmail #sensory deprivation #dubious consent
Length: 1250 words.


It happened while I was hundreds of kilometers from home. I was on a road trip on my own, just me and my bike, visiting cities I didn’t know yet. Staying two nights and a day, then moving to another city.

That specific evening, I was walking down narrow streets in the oldest part of the city, taking pictures of old buildings. I turned round a corner and collided into a running human body. The impact made me fall back and close my eyes. Before I could open them again, I felt some kind of fabric fall glide over my head and face and many strong hands holding my arms and legs. I tried to shout but as soon as I opened my mouth, it was filled with a soft but big item. I was blind, mute and unable to move my limbs. I could only move my head, but to no avail.

In silence, I was lifted from the ground and carried away. Not for long. My body was put back down on a floor and I heard a sound I identified as a car door closing. It was confirmed by the start of an engine and the vibration of the floor. I was in a car or rather a van and it was driving away, taking me I didn’t know where.

Immediately, I felt someone sit on my chest, keeping my arms close to my torso with their legs. Hands went around my neck. The hands made sure I couldn’t remove the fabric from my head and also signified that they could strangle me any time. I didn’t move. Even when I felt other hands remove my shoes and socks. My belt and pants followed quickly. They weren’t very careful and what I had in my pockets fell on the floor. I heard my key fob being moved and thought : “what will happen to my bike ?” Yeah, I was a bit worried for myself but not as much as I was for my stuff. If something happened to my stuff, it would mean lots and lots of paperwork to manage and lots and lots of money (which I didn’t have) to buy it back. And it wouldn’t be the same. On the other hand, if something happened to me, then it would all be out of my hands, one way or another.

Besides, being manhandled and gagged and blindfolded didn’t really displease me. Which didn’t go unnoticed. As soon as my pants and underpants were removed, I felt a hand on my hardening dick. A hand covered in leather. I had used my own bike gloves to ‘bate often enough to recognise the feeling. The unknown hand stroked my cock and brought it to its full hardness. For a while. When they felt I was nearing the edge, they stopped. I moaned and tried to hump, but the very limited movement I could do met only the air. And triggered a chuckle.

For half a second, the hands on my neck left it. To be immediately replaced by others. In almost the same way, the weight on my chest disappeared, freeing my arms, but it landed again on my thighs and blocked my legs. As soon as my arms were freed, hands caught them. Strong hands, which moved my arms as they liked and not as I wanted. They used this to remove my hoodie and tshirt.

I was now naked, except for my head, still covered. My arms were brought back to my sides and someone else sat on my chest again. And the van was still going somewhere. We must have been so far away.

The hands left my neck. I felt one slide next to my face and up to my ear, to put an ear bud in it. The same was done to the other ear. I heard a clic and a distorted but definitely masculine voice.

“Hello, boy. And welcome.”

I tried to shout, only getting grunts and moans out.

“Now, there is no need for that. We only want to have fun. And for you to have fun too. We know you love that. Your cock is proof of it. Your very hard cock.”

Once again, I felt the gloved hand on it. Just for one short grope.

“The evening is just beginning. We want you to just get along with it. To obey us. We will give orders to you and you will obey them. If you do, we will free you, unscathed, unharmed, uninjured. Just a little bit tired. And you will be able to go back to your road-trip as if nothing happened. If you don’t… Well, if you don’t, we will free you, unscathed, unharmed, uninjured. But in the meantime, we will have destroyed your bike, shred your clothes and lost your wallet. What do you say ? Responsibility-free fun for a few hours, under our control ? Or resistance and endless hours of administrative work ?”

I froze. Literally. I felt so cold and terrified. These guys knew how to get to me, both physically and psychologically. I almost wept. They must have felt it. Hands gently stroked my body and the voice came back a bit softer.

“Now, now, relax. Just go with the flow. Let us control you and everything will be ok.”

It was easier said than done. My body relaxed, but my heart still felt ready to explode.

“First boy, we want to hood you. You need to close your eyes until we tell you it is ok. Understood?”

I nodded as hard as I could and closed my eyes. I felt them lift my head. The fabric left and was quickly replaced by a leather hood. They pulled the laces at its back and I felt it tighten almost all over my head. Only my mouth and chin remained uncovered. I was sure no light would reach my eyes for as long as I would be wearing the hood. I heard another click and I remembered the earbuds. Well, they wouldn’t fall out of my ears, with this hood, I was sure of it.

“You really are a good boy. We are almost finished.”

I heard a loud click in my ears and I felt something on my nape. They had padlocked the hood. Even if they let me move, I wouldn’t be able to remove it. And let me move, they did. All the persons sitting on me stood up. All hands around my limbs left them. Apart from the hood, nothing was touching my body any more. Not even a sock or a boxer. I sat on the floor, moving my arms and legs to wake them again. When I stopped, hands caught me by my armpits and lifted me up. And as soon as I was standing up, a hand held the back of my head while lips crushed mine. I had a very long and hard french kiss. And while he kissed me, other hands caught mine and brought them to hard cocks. I didn’t need a vocal order to start masturbating them.

“Oh yes. I think we will have fun tonight, boy. For many hours.”

I was kept at it for several minutes. I don’t know how many of them there were, but I was kept busy with tongues to kiss and cocks to masturbate. Until I felt the van stop.

“Oh, there we are. Ready, boy?”

I didn’t know if I was, but did I really have a choice ?

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Prompts were : Controlled and Kidnapping.


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Day 18


The unofficial Guardian Angel of the gym and its denizens.

Published on 18/10/2024
Tags: #gay #perfection #self #pride #gym #sex-positive #consensual
Length: 837 words.


Maxim looked at himself in the mirrors of the gym. Wearing only a black tanktop, white shorts and shoes with shorts socks, he flexed, showing his muscles. He did this between each and every set of weight. Of course, this meant that each of his session at the gym took a long time, but he did not mind. Of course, it also meant that some of the other gym-goers would have to wait or accept to share the machines. He always accepted if asked.

He also was always willing to help. He guided newbies on the use of the machines or helped them create their program or explained what to eat to gain more muscles or even just stay healthy. He spotted other heavy lifters when they needed. He always had a spare bottle of water and a roll of bandages for first aid in case of torn muscles. And yet, he wouldn’t speak of any other subject and his life outside the gym (he must have had one, he had been seen leaving the gym on occasion) remained a complete mystery.

Although he wasn’t one of the employees of the gym, he was there almost as much as them. All in all, his omnipresence, his gentleness, his willingness to help and, of course, his beauty (which was in the eye of many a beholder) combined together to earn him the unofficial and unvoiced title of Guardian Angel of the gym and its denizens.


As the title was unofficial, some newcomers or unfamiliar persons would comment, either aloud or through whispers, on Maxim, on his time in front of the mirrors, on the duration of his sets. Those who did would earn the antipathy or even the hostility of those who knew Maxim. Antipathy first, hostility if the comments continued after Maxim’s importance had been clarified or experienced.


And then, there was a third group of people interacting: the lustful ones. Maxim had an handsome face and the body of a man taking good care of it. Obviously he would draw the attention of many people. Men, to be precise. (There weren’t many women in this gym and they came there to train, not to cruise. They expected to be left in peace and thus didn’t disturb the peace themselves.) So, men. Men came to Maxim. Horny men excited by the brawny bodies all around them and seeing the good-natured and handsome Maxim as a potential partner.

If the man asking was unfriendly, disrespectful, angry, demanding or negative in any other way, Maxim would decline, more or less peacefully. If the guy was friendly, respectful, and simply asking, not taking Maxim for granted, Maxim would accept to meet him in private cabins for a quick bit of fun. Nothing too long, nothing too fancy. Mostly blowjobs, sometimes mutual handjobs, rarely anal. Always short term. Maxim didn’t belong to anybody. He would accept sex, but reject love. With gentleness, obviously.

Anyway, he was often ready for sex. Very often. Some people wondered how he managed to have sex so often. The one time he was asked, he smiled and spoke about simply clean living. Maxim was ready for sex and for any role in it. He would suck or be sucked. He would fuck or be fucked. He would command or he would submit. He would beg or he would deny. He could be the sweetest lover or the roughest fucker. He could swallow loads without hesitation of wear them on their face without shame. He could be silent or loud. Standing or kneeling. Maxim would adjust to his current partner, without problem, with almost no words, as if reading their mind. This was seen as a kind of superpower and added to the mystique.


Maxim met many people but never grew attached. He was his own man, encountering men once or twice, sometimes slightly changing the path of their lives, but never entering them. (The lives. He often entered men.)

And one day, he also left the gym. Without notice. He just left and never came back. People asked questions. But no one had any answer. So the legends grew. Some said he had gone back to heaven. Some said he had at last found the man of his life. Some said he had just joined another gym. And some didn’t say anything, but tried to fill the gap he left. Some were ready to help, some were ready to display their bodies, some were ready to have sex in the cabins. Sometimes one almost managed to fill all the roles and traits of Maxim, but not at his level and not for long. All of them earned respect from others and a kind of pride, self-esteem and self-fulfillment. They had an exemple to strive to equal, both physically and psychologically, and did their best to reach it, becoming greater and greater along the way.


No one really knows who or what Maxim is. But every person who met him knows he made the world a better place.

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Prompts were : Facials, Muscles and Self love.


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Day 19


No story written that day. Sorry, guys.

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Prompts were : Butler, Impact play and Anal training.


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Day 20


For him, feet are a switch. A switch for bondage.

Published on 20/10/2024
Tags: #gay #foot #bondage #submission #consensual
Length: 405 words.


Some boys love to worship feet. They lick, sniff, wash, rub, hold with reverence.

Some boys love to feel feet. They touch, they taste, they watch and obviously, they smell the feet.

Some men love to use their feet. They trample, they push, they kick, they press on faces or balls, where it hurts, physically or psychologically.


Nathan is one of the boys. A born submissive, lover of men, believer in bondage and devotee to feet. Nathan is not one to worship feet or feel them. He will, if ordered. But there will be nothing more than if you ask him to worship a hand, a thigh, an ear. No, for him, feet are but a switch. A switch for bondage.

Obviously, you can adorn Nathan’s body with chain, rope, leather, rubber or even silk. He takes good care of it and it can be highlighted by any thoughtful Master. But there is absolutely no need.

Put your feet on any part of Nathan’s body and he will stay put. Make him kneel with your foot on his thigh and he will remain by your side, faithful companion for a drink at the bar, only moving the upper part of his body, mostly to look at you with love and/or arousal. Put your foot on his balls and his dick will harden to the maximum, leaking clear precum. Put your foot on his neck and he will remain immobile on the floor, as if a warm and living carpet. Put your feet on his chest and his only movement will be from the deep breaths he takes, lifting your feet with his pecs, feeling them rest where they could press and suffocate him. Put your feet on his face and the only parts of his body that will be moving will be his fast-beating heart and his dick rising and hardening. Put your feet on his back and he will arch his back, making sure his holes are available and your legs are comfortable.

And the best part of Nathan’s body where you could put your foot in on his ass. Put a toe on his hole and he will open it and hump, trying to fuck himself with your foot. Press a toe on his hole and the heel on his balls and watch him shiver, stiffen and orgasm. Yes, Nathan is hardwired to feet, so much that they can kickstart his orgasm.

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Prompts were : Foot play and Immobilisation.


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Day 21


This changed when I started making him wear the special harness I had purchased.

Published on 21/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #bondage #domination #leather #consensual
Length: 1051 words.


Contrary to what the clichés and the community encourage, I let my slave keep the hair on his head and face. I like his beard and the feeling it gives me. I make him keep it short, and well maintained. As for his hair, not only did I never cut or shave it, but I ordered him to let it grow and grow and grow. When we met, he already had enough of it to tie it in a ponytail on his nape. That was a good idea : you should always play on your strong points, even when you’re a sub without a dom. And his hair is clearly one of his qualities : a beautiful deep dark red, shiny and strong.


Obviously, the first time we fucked, we did it doggy style. I had my hard dick in his comfortable ass and both on my hands on him. With the first, I pulled on his hair, keeping him in place. With the second, I held his dick, making him even more aroused. The control I had over him with the use of my hands and dick was so exciting that we both came quickly. We decided that it gave us the opportunity to do it again minutes later, with a slower pace, both of us enjoying it even more.


As the months and years went by, our relationship grew and so did his hair. It lengthened until it reached the bottom part of his back. We started braiding it. And I still let it grow. The braid is now large and heavy (like his dick) and reaches his ass. Unbraided, it goes even lower.

The rest of his body is kept devoid of hair. I tie my slave on a table or a Saint-Andrew cross every so often and I pluck or wax all hair below his neck. It always takes a lot of time, but it keeps us busy and increases our feelings for each other through the intimacy of these moments. After I’ve made sure there is no hair left, I take care of his skin, with cream and lotion. Coupled with the fruits and vegetables from our garden and the water I make him drink, his body is kept hydrated and his skin is soft and healthy. My fingers often glide all over him without hurdle and I can outline every muscle with my fingers.


At first, when we went to fetish meetings or evenings at the leather bars, other Masters were surprised by him and his hair. Even with all of his deference toward me and the men I acknowledge as fellow Masters, even with him kneeling next to me or walking one pace behind, even with my many pets on his head and hair, even with the leather harness, cuffs and collar I had him wear then, people associated him with the cliché of the viking, tall and brawny, dominating and agressive.

This changed when I started making him wear the special harness I had purchased.


This harness is custom made from heavy leather as follows :

At its top is a large collar. Four straps go from the collar to : the middle of his chest between his pecs, the top of his arms over the shoulders, the top part of his back. Other straps go around his arms juste above the biceps, down his sides to the top of his thighs, across his chest just below his pecs, down his abs to a cockring, around the top of his thighs, around his waist. That’s for the front and side parts. The most important part is actually on his back. There, the harness is made of a tall and large leather panel, covering the major part of the back. This panel is linked to the collar and the front. Many other straps and buckles are riveted to this panel. Two of them are used as cuffs for his wrists, just above his butt. Four of them, around the edge of the panel, can be used to have him carry floggers, canes, paddles or even dildoes. I love when a slave carries the items that will be used to give him pain or pleasure. But the greatest part of it all is actually the holes in the panel. Two rows of holes, dividing the harness in three equal parts. These holes are not used to let his skin breathe or to reduce heat. No, they are used for bondage purpose.

I use these holes to braid my slave’s long hair to the harness itself. The strands of hair come and go, over and under the leather, left and right, right and left, keeping it tied to the leather.

If I’m in a good mood or if he deserves a reward, I braid the hair loose, allowing him to move his head. But if I’m feeling like dominating him hard or if he earned a punishment, I pull the hair tight and braid it as tight, turning his face up, exposing his neck, preventing him from seeing anything else than the sky or the ceiling.

I love this harder way. I love having access to his neck and being able to lick it, kiss it, nibble on it. I love having him dependent on me, if only to walk straight. I love that when I make him kneel next to me, his face is only able to look at me as I tower above him. And I love that when the hair is pulled tight, it is long enough for him to hold in his hands, that I cuffed to the back of the harness. He then knows that his strong point can be used against him.


This custom-made harness was pretty expensive, but we both think it was worth it. I know he thinks the same, because the tighter he is bound to it, the harder his cock gets. He gets hornier and more submissive. And he thanks me in words (if I let him speak, which is not often) or in deeds, which I prefer.


The harness, the way his hair is part of the bondage, the submission, all of that combine. And now, the other Masters, the one that were too close-minded, now understand why it can be interesting to make a sub grow his hair.

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Prompts were : Hair pulling and Back harness.


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Day 22


"James, I do not condone rape in my establishment.”

Published on 22/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #oral #bondage #pain #rough #domination #chastity #rape
Length: 2113 words.


While looking at the dance floor of the club, James found a boy he liked. His hard dick leading, he made his way to the dancing boy and started what he thought of as cruising : moves of his pelvis, flexing of his muscles, agressive smile, contemptuous gaze. And lastly a hug that was more control and prison than comfort and pleasure.

The boy, young and inexperienced, failed to notice the red flag. What he saw was a handsome hunk who was interested in him. He responded to the cruising actions. And soon, the two left the spotlights of dance floor and walked to darker rooms in the back of the club. James had put his hand on the butt of his prey and led the hand of his prey on his own hard dick. This message was obvious : James was proud of his cock and planned on fucking the ass of the boy. Still the boy followed.

They reached the darker area and walked only a few steps before James pushed the boy against a wall and, after a french kiss, made him kneel in front of him. He opened his pants and caught his prey between his cock and the hard wall. The boy opened his mouth, which immediately changed his status in James’ mind. He was now a hole, to be used. James pushed his dick slowly in the hole’s mouth. It was perfect. The boy may have lacked experience in cruising and recognizing toxic men, but he knew how to suck a cock. James almost moaned in pleasure. He didn’t only because he didn’t want the hole to know he was good. James wanted to remain superior, dominating. Quickly, he started going rough, pushing his dick in the mouth to the throat, blocking the airway. The hole gagged and James pulled out. But only for a while. He went back in, with fast and hard moves, going all the way in each time. He loved feeling a throat around his glans and lips on his pubes. The hole was gagging more and more, retching too. He was starting to feel more pain than pleasure and wanted out. He tried to keep hitting James’ thigh with his fist, to no avail. The dick was still going in and out of his mouth and throat. He started to close his mouth and felt his teeth graze the attacking cock. The result was as expected. The cock left his mouth and the assault stopped. He started to catch his breath, but was slapped in the face. Hard.

“I felt teeth, cocksucker. I shouldn’t have felt teeth. I should have know a kid like you wouldn’t know how to suck. You will learn to be better.”

James raised his arm for another slap. Before he could bring it down, it was caught in a strong grip. James turned and found himself faced by two men. The one holding his wrist was at least a head smaller than him, but much more wider in shoulders. He was bald and bearded. The other man was thinner and taller, less masculine, and James discarded him as harmless. Just another fruit. The bearded man spoke, still holding James’ wrist.

“James, I do not condone rape in my establishment. I’d already had reports on your aggressive behavior, yet no rape accusations were made. I’m glad I placed you under scrutiny, I was able to catch you in the act.

– What do you mean? The boy came with me, he wanted it.

– I don’t think so.”

In the meantime, the thinner man had crouched next to the boy and was talking softly to him. He gently caught one hand of the boy in his, then hugged him.

“Yeah, I really don’t think so. I saw how you treated him and I saw him try to push you back. We will see if he wants to press charges.”

The boy had been led away by the thinner man and James was now alone with the man who had stopped him. He tried to free his wrist from the grasp but failed. He was pulled back toward the stocky man, who used this move to punch him and knock him out.


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James woke up with a start and a weird sensation. It was still dark but it was silent. He felt weird and tried to move to asses his situation. Before he could do much, he felt what had woken him up : a hard punch in his abs. He shouted and gasped, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh, you’re awake, at last.”

It was the voice he had heard last, from the man who had punched him. James tried to speak, but something was in his mouth and garbled his speech. He tried to move but something was around his wrists and ankles and kept him immobile, standing in a spreadeagled position. He tried to see more, but something was covering his eyes and kept him blind.

“Don’t bother. We made sure you wouldn’t be a menace. Now, where were we? Ah, yes. I was saying that I do not condone rape in my club. And I tend to take care of rapists by myself.”

James shouted once again, trying to form words. The words were unintelligible, but the meaning was clear : threats, violence, insults.

“I’m not sure you know me, so let me introduce myself. My name is Tim and I’m the owner of the club where you preyed on innocent boys. But that’s for other people. For you, my name is Master and I’m the owner of … well, you.”

This was answered with even more grunts and shouts and garbled words.

“Don’t worry, you will learn.”

There was another unexpected hard punch in Jame’s abs. Out of breath, he couldn’t shout any more.

“Now that you are silent, let me give you some new informations. First, as I am your Master, you are my slave. And that’s what I’ll call you. You better learn to answer to this name. Second, I consider that respect of consent is a social contract. If you can't respect the consent or refusal of other people, then no one is obligated to respect yours.”

James, as he still thought himself to be, was silent and wondering. What was this guy talking about?

“And so, I think I will teach you some things, slave. With violence” and this was met with another hard punch. “Or with pleasure.” And James felt hands glide over his skin. That was when he realized he was completely naked. Among all the other things happening to him, it hadn’t registered til then.

The hand stroking his cock didn’t bother him. He had had many boys stroke it, often to completion. But the hand in his ass cleft and the finger pushing on his ass hole sent him into fits of rage. No one would fuck him, he would hurt them before. Hurt them a lot. And harm them. But he wasn’t in any position to harm anyone any more. He was kept tied, spreadeagled, unable to free himself.

The hands left his cock and ass, and one of them pet his chest. There was a kind of tenderness to it. It was a caress.

“I hope you will resist, slave. I am an angry man (for many reasons) who can’t often let his anger reign (for almost as many reasons). But with you I don’t have to hold back. I can hurt you. Don’t worry, I won’t make you pay for others. But your actions have earned you enough pain to quell my anger.”

The hand had kept on gently stroking his pecs and rubbing his nipples, giving him peace and a sense of security. This all changed when his balls were grabbed and pulled taut. The pain he felt then was nothing compared to what he felt when the taut balls were punched hard by a fist. He screamed loud. The pain radiated in his whole body and he felt as if he would die. He retched too.

“I won’t ask you if you understand or regret. I’m not sure you do and I’m sure you would lie to try and be released. It wouldn’t work, but let’s not lose time.”

For a time, nothing else happened. The new slave was left alone. Pain was still with him, but there were no new sensations. He used this period of peace to catch his breath, to calm himself, to try to regain his strength, to understand what exactly was happening.

All of this crumbled down in an instant when he felt a finger once again press on his ass hole. He tried to flee, pushing his body forward, but the finger followed and kept on pushing. The slave clenched his ass, trying to keep the intruder outside. He should have known, from his own experience as the intruder, that it wouldn’t work. The Master could have told him to relax, but he didn’t want it to be easy. This was supposed to be punishment.

The finger left but came back before the slave could relax. This time it was covered in lube. The slave felt it and knew. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it out. He stayed tense any way, in a kind of reflex. So when the finger entered, it hurt. And when a second finger followed, it hurt again. The two fingers, covered in lube, seesawed the opening, enlarging it. When they left, the slave involuntarily sighed in relief. He knew it was only the end of the first step, but it still felt good to have his ass empty.

The relief was indeed short. Something else started pushing on his hole : a hard cock. A very hard, very large, well lubed, cock. Of course, it breached the hole and entered where no cock nor toy had ever been before. The slave had always been a top and was proud of it. He had seen himself as a “Real Man”, as if masculinity was a physical trait located in his ass and not a feeling to nurtured. So when he felt the hard cock in his ass, when he felt each centimeter enter him, the physical pain, although sharp and strong, was inferior to the psychological pain. Not for long, but still.

“You feel that, slave ? You fell this pain ? You earned it. When you raped that poor boy, you lost your right not to be raped. And so I am having my fun with you.”

After those words, the Master fucked the bound slave for real. The Master was strong, he was rested, he was angry. And he gave the roughest fuck he could, making the slave scream. His girth was such that the pain would stay fresh. And he took it easy, fucking the slave for a very long time. When at last he reached his orgasm, he made sure to be rammed as deep into his slave’s ass as possible. The slave felt it, obviously, and felt despair as well.

The Master let his softening dick slide out of the ass.

“So, slave, what now? Do you want to leave? Do you want to go back to your home and rest? Or do you want to stay and keep learning your lesson?

– Please… Please let me go…”

Another hit in the balls, another spike of sharp pain.

“I told you you would call me Master.

– Yes, Master, sorry, Master.

– Yes, you’re sorry. And you will be for a long time. So, you want to leave?

– Yes, Master, please. I beg you, Master.

– Alright. But you will come back to me. I want to make sure you get punished and you understand the lesson.”

The slave, his rebelliousness not extinguished yet, kept on agreeing in words, thinking only of never coming back. He feigned obedience, even when a hand covered his mouth and nose, keeping him so much out of breath that he fell asleep, exhausted by his trial.


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When James woke up again, he was seated in his card, on the empty parking lot of the club. Aching and dull pain was coming from all parts of his body. On his face, a bruise was growing. Yet he was clothed as he had been during the evening and all his stuff was present.

Some weird sensation, not pain but something else, came from his crotch. He looked around, checking that he was alone. He opened his pants. And pushed a wail of anguish. Around his cock was a metal chastity cage, locked with a heavy metal padlock.

In his mind he heard the voice of his Master : “You will come back to me.”

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Prompts were : Blowjob and Rough stuff.


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Day 23


“You’re such a slut.” Judging by the tone, it was a praise.

Published on 23/10/2024
Tags: #gay #kidnapping #bondage #leather #handjob #sensory deprivation #anal #oral #food play #surprise #tenderness #fun #consensual
Length: 2050 words.


Continued from Day 17.

I felt the van stop.

“Oh, there we are. Ready, boy?”

I didn’t know if I was, but did I really have a choice ?


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Hands led me out of the van, making sure I wouldn’t fall. I was then pushed and made to walk. Still wearing the leather hood, I focused on other senses. I heard cars going in the distance. I felt wood under my feet and cold air on my skin. I shivered, both from the low temperature and from my unknown destiny. Fortunately, I wasn’t outside for long. The wood under my feet felt different and the temperature rose fast. It was now warm enough for my naked body to be comfortable. I heard a door close behind me. The voice came into my ears again.

“Let’s get you ready.”

Hands moved my body until I was bent showing my ass. They gently put something thin in it and I felt my ass fill with liquid. They were giving me an enema. I blushed under the hood, this is the kind of thing I’d rather be doing alone. But I had no choice. They took care of it, until they deemed me clean enough. A towel was used to dry me. And I was led somewhere else.

Suddenly, white noise flooded my ears from the buds. It wasn’t very loud and I still could hear some noises from outside, but it kept me from deciphering voices. And there were voices around me.

I was still pushed deeper into the room (or maybe rooms, I couldn’t know). When I was stopped, cuffs were put around my wrists and ankles. They were used to tie me in place, spreadeagled. In addition to the chains pulling on my wrists and ankles, I felt another one on my head. I couldn’t move much andI I clearly couldn’t escape. My captors were aware of this. My body was theirs to play with. They helped themselves with it without shame nor hesitation.

First with what I understood later was a kind of self-restraint. Hands stroked and groped my body. Fingers tickled me or intertwine with mine. Lips kissed my skin or my mouth. Tongues licked my body or battled with mine. All of this with tenderness.

Then progressively, things started getting hotter. Sexier. The men around me focused on my erogenous zones. My dick and ass, mostly. They were groped with sexual intentions. My neck was squeezed too.

These small body parts then left me and for a while, I was left alone. My dick, which had gone soft during the walk, was now hard and twitching, even without being touched, thanks to all the sexy contacts. I was still blind, I was still deaf, my sense of touch was trying to compensate for the loss. I tried to sense if someone was moving next to me. They must have seen it. I felt two bodies hug me, one from my front, one from my back. Two bodies, but especially two skins. And two hard cocks. They were as naked as I was. Or maybe more, as my head was still covered in leather. The guy behind me had put his cock on my hole, very slightly pushing. His arms went around my waist and his hands gripped my cock and the other together. The one in front of me stretched his arms next to mine and caught my hands in mine. His legs snaked around mine. Even if i had been untied, I would have been unable to move. I didn’t know who they were, but what I felt made me want to know the more. I moved my pelvis, either pressing my ass on the cock behind or rubbing mine against the one in front. In my ear buds, I heard a voice over the white noise.

“We told you you would have fun. Weren’t we right?”

I was tempted to answer, but I hesitated and the choice was removed when I felt a mouth on mine. The other was licking my neck just below the hood. I let it go, focusing on what was happening.

The hugs lasted several minutes, but the two guys left me. And were replaced. Two other men took their places, using the same techniques to keep me aroused. I almost felt like I had gone to heaven. I would have liked it better if I could see the guys and move to be more active, but this was already very very hot.

For a time, there was a kind of music-less dance, where men would come and go, hugging me, exciting me. I didn’t know how many they were. Were they more than a dozen each hugging me only once, or where they only two or three, taking turns ?

“Open you mouth. No teeth.”

I obeyed. I felt something enter my mouth. And I tasted latex. Whatever it was had been covered by a condom. At first it entered gently, but pretty soon, it was fucking my throat, making me gag and retch. I used my tongue as much as possible, trying to guess what it really was. It felt like a cock. Was it a real one or just a dildo? This I never knew. When they felt that I drooled enough on the item, they took it out. Out but not for long. They pushed it in again, but this time in my ass. The drool, and my own experience in taking it in the ass, helped it get in with great ease. And with a moan from me.

“You’re such a slut.”

Judging by the tone, it was a praise. And I accepted it as such.

While the item was getting in and out of my ass, another was put in my mouth.

“Let’s see how you manage this one.”

Once again I tasted latex. Once again I felt a long condom-covered item enter my mouth. It was thiner, smoother and softer. It entered much more easily, not triggering my gag reflex. I felt it deep in my throat.

“We are impressed, boy. Can you take it as deep in you ass ?”

It turned out I could. As a kind of reward, my cock was stroked. Not just once, not lightly. Fully masturbated. The first item was put back in my ass and used to bring me pleasure too. I tried to make it last, but they had excited me for what felt like hours. I couldn’t resist and came. A lot. I thought it would never stop. Yet it did.

“Good boy.”

I was tired and slumped down in my bonds, the dildo still in my ass.

“Good boy. We’re very pleased with you. Don’t fall asleep yet. The night is still young. Here, open up.”

A hand on my chin helped me understand. I obeyed and felt a spoon land on my tongue. Someone was feeding me. Banana, from the taste of the first spoon. And cum, according to the second spoon. And both of them mixed, after that.

“It would have been a shame to let it go to waste, don’t you think?”

I didn’t say a word. My swallowing it was answer enough. When they were finished, the chains were slackened and they guided me to my knees.

“Want a drink ? You must be thirsty. We have some cider for you.” I hesitated and they saw it. “Drink the cider and you will get water too. Come on, open up.”

Once again, I obeyed. Once again, something was put in my mouth. And over my mouth. I tried to move my tongue, but it was pinned down. In the meantime, they had pulled and closed a strap behind my head. They had gagged me. I grunted.

“Don’t worry, you will get the promised drinks.”

Indeed, I felt the gag vibrate and liquid filled my mouth. It was a urinal gag! And the drink was indeed cider, I could smell it, but recycled cider. It’s warmth and taste confirmed it had already gone through a human body. I still drank it. The gag made sure I had no choice and I liked it anyway. As promised, these guy were having fun with me AND giving me pleasure and fun. They kept their promises too. I was given fresh water and it was much appreciated.

“Let’s relax for a bit. Just don’t fall asleep.”

They removed the gag. Their hands guided my body, until I was lying on the floor, still spreadeagled. One of them laid down too and hugged me, keeping me company. I could feel his hard cock against me and I could feel him rub it on my skin. Nothing else happened, for a while. I was let in peace. I tried to listen, but the ever present white noise prevented me from hearing anything. So I let go. I just enjoyed the hands and the dick rubbing tenderly on me. It was nice. And exciting. My own cock was rising again.

This calm moment was disrupted by the distorted voice in my ears again.

“We’re back, boy.”

Weirdly, the guy was panting. He stopped talking but I could still hear his gasps and pants. And then I felt drops fall on my body. Several drops of warm liquid. Had I been bukake’d? Before I could think too much about it, several tongues licked my torso. From my crotch up to my neck, going over the places where I had felt the drops. The first tongue to reach my neck licked it and came close to my mouth. Obviously, I opened it. They were right : I was a slut. (Still am.) And I’v always loved a guy sharing cum from his tongue to mine.

Except…

It wasn’t cum. It was chocolate. All the tongues that had licked me reached my mouth and shared with me the chocolate they had gathered on my skin. I would have laughed from fun and pleasure, If my mouth hadn’t been busy. And they didn’t even stop there. From then on, I was assaulted with sweets. Dildos entered my mouth, not covered in latex any more, but with raspberry jam. Large splash landed on my skin and when brought to my mouth revealed themselves as whipped cream. Liquid was poured on and in my mout, that I discovered to be dulce de leche. And the voices, now plural yet still distorted, reached my ears, singing loudly :

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU !! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU !! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, SUB SLUT BUDDY !! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU !!” I was in shock. Tears slid down my face, under the leather hood. “SURPRISE !!” The guys started talking all over each other. “Oh gods, we got you good / Best prank ever !! / Too bad we couldn’t see your face.”

I howled my tears and sobbed. There was immediate silence then I was released from my bonds and the guys hugged me from all sides. One of them spoke again.

“There, there. I know, we frightened you. But it’s almost finished. Stay with us. Relax. Shhh…” They hugged me and rocked my body very gently. “Almost finished, we promise. Here, have some water.”

They gave me a glass full of fresh water, but didn’t allow me to rise. They were still kissing me and hugging me and petting me. And I still was not sure about who they were. Exhausted from all the physical work and psychological stress, I soon fell asleep in their arms.


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When I woke up again, I was fully naked. No clothes, no cuffs, no hood. And I was in the bed in my hotel room. My clothes were on the chair, neatly folded, with my key chain and wallet on them. I looked through the window and my bike was still in its parking place, undamaged.

On the table was a basket, containing a bunch of bananas, two large dildos, one jar of raspberry jam, one jar of dulce de leche. And an enveloppe. I opened it and took out a birthday card and a usb stick. The text in the card said : “Sorry for frightening you. But you loved it from beginning to end, you know it. We took some pictures and videos. The only copies are in the stick. Don’t lose it. None of us (including you) can be recognised, but it would be a shame to lose the souvenir.” It was signed as “your friends”. There was a PS : “Rub one out thinking of us.”

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Prompts were : Food play and Prank.


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Day 24


“Each of these can be a prison in itself, simpler and yet more original at the same time.”

Published on 24/10/2024
Tags: #gay #domination #submission #chastity #bondage #toys #anal #leather #role reversal #consensual
Length: 2633 words.


Esteban was showing off. He had acquired a new house, a large hacienda in the countryside between Córdoba and Sevilla. He had bought almost for nothing but had spent a lot of money to renovate it and furnish it to his tastes. Now that it was finished, he had invited his good friend Cristobal to show him around. Of course, he had saved the best part for last. The room he was most proud of : the dungeon.

The room was large and divided in several parts. A prison cell, a place for cleaning, including an open shower, a comfortable bed, many cupboards and lockers, a leather sling and a wooden fuck bench. And a ring of six narrow cylindrical posts, only waist high. Cristobal looked at them with querying eyes.

“What is this ?

– These, my friend, are my prisons.” Answered Esteban with a large smile.

Cristobal pointed to the obvious prison cell.

“Isn’t that the prison?

– That’s the prison cell. Plain, classic, boring, efficient prison cell. Each of these can be a prison in itself, simpler and yet more original at the same time.

– How?”

Esteban’s smiling face displayed lewdness.

“I could explain it to you. But I think it would be better to show you. If you accept to experience it. In part.” Cristobal remained silent. “You don’t have to chose right now.

– Do you mean you would tie me?

– Exactly!

– I’m not a sub.

– Sometimes, to be a good Dom, you have to experience what it is to be a sub.” Cristobal shut his mouth once more. Esteban looked at him and displayer seriousness. “As I said, it can wait. But know that I will make it worth your while. … Now, how would you feel about a drink and a meal? I’ll tell my cook to prepare something tasty.

– Good idea.”

They left the dungeon and walked back to the living room. On their way, Esteban called his two chaste subs and gave them orders. Toro, the one with the largest chest and the widest shoulder went to the kitchen, where he donned an apron to protect his naked body. Semental, rangier but with strong legs and a big butt followed them and attended them.

In the living room, they sat on leather armchairs and spoke of books, movies, plays, concerts. After he had filled and served the glasses, the sub knelt on the carpet between them. His back was long enough to take in the feet of the two doms. During the meal, the subs served the food and drinks, always ready to refill plate or glass. When they weren’t needed, they sat on the floor to eat too. Esteban offered Cristobal to stay the night and enjoy the comfortable guest room and one of the two horny subs. Cristobal accepted and spent the night with Toro.


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Two weeks later, Esteban and Cristobal met during the entr’acte of the premiere of Turandot at The Teatro de la Maestranza, the opera house in Sevilla. Esteban was followed on step behind by his two subs, all three of them wearing black tie. The three handsome men attracted gazes from many persons, from all genders. Cristobal was a bit less formally clothed, but he also had a man to escort him. The latter was younger, taller and much less formal. He looked around him with the contempt displayed by conmen toward their prey. Esteban greeted his friend.

“Good evening, my friend. How are you?

– I’m very well, thank you. Especially after such a performance. I look forward to the third act.

– I do too. However, not as much as seeing you back at my home. Did you think about my offer?

– I did. I’m curious. And I think it could be fun. Can I come with Perro?”

Cristobal pointed to his smirking escort. Esteban looked at the man with hard eyes over his smile.

“Please do. I was going to suggest it. It will indeed be fun.”

The bell rang, notifying the end of the intermission. The two friends said goodbye to each other and went back to their seats.

On the way, Esteban talked to his two subs.

“I don’t trust this Perro. As long as he is in the house, you will not be bound before him. I want you to be able to restrain him at a moment notice. ¿Entendéis?

– Si, Amo.”


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At the agreed time, Cristobal arrived at his friend’s hacienda. He was wearing his best leather pants, shirt and boots. With him was the so-called Perro, wearing jeans, a white tank top and sneakers. They approached the door where Esteban was waiting for them with his two subs. Esteban was wearing leather too and the subs were naked except for their ever-present chastity cages. Perro saw the cages and his smirk widened. He almost sniggered but some kind of self-preservation prevented him. Cristobal was greeted with warmth, but Perro only received a cursory nod from Esteban and hard glares from the two subs. He shrugged it all off, sliding his hands in his pockets. The door was opened, but before Perro could enter, he was stopped.

“Boy, you will be restrained one way or another for as long as you are inside my home. You will be kept naked. And you will obey each and every order given to you by any other person, including my boys. They may be submissive, but they are still above you, in many ways. Do you understand?

– Yes.

– That’s ‘yes, Sir’ for you.

– Yes, ‘Sir’.”

Sarcasm was obvious to everyone within earshot. Esteban smiled.

“I love breaking bad boys. I will love making you truly submit. Now, let’s start by getting you naked.”

Perro had a high opinion of his own body and didn’t mind showing it. He removed all of his clothes and discarded them in a heap. He was then allowed to cross the threshold. He hadn’t even put his second foot in when Toro caught his wrists and cuffed them behind his back.

Esteban put his arm over Cristobal’s shoulder and led him to the living room.

“Come, you must be thirsty. Let the boys have their fun together.”

Once again, the two friends enjoyed the leather armchair, the nice drinks and the company of each other. They knew their subs would take care of them. When Semental came to tell them they could eat whenever they wanted, they had worked up an appetite and followed him. The table had been set for three. Once again, the resident subs would eat only when released from service and while seating on the floor. Esteban and Cristobal were seated at eahc end of the table. And between them, on the side, sat Perro. He was on a chair, but he had been straitjacketed and his mouth was filled with a big red ball-gag. He wasn’t smirking anymore, instead glowering at everyone.

Esteban walked to him and pet his head.

“Ah boy, you are so much pleasant like this. Truly submitted if not submissive yet. Don’t you think so, Cristobal?

– I do.” Cristobal had joined the bound boy and put his hand under his chin, half stroking, half pushing it up. “I think I’ll have to feed him but there is no choice, is there?

– I’m afraid there isn’t.”

The mocking voices infuriated Perro. But he tried not to show it. Both men went to sit and ate together. Sometimes Cristobal would remember his sub was here and would feed him a bite or two. The meal was very tasty and Perro would have appreciated it much more if he hadn’t been bound. When the two friends were finished, Perro had eaten only half of the amount of food. He wasn’t hungry, much less famished, but he knew he would soon be. Esteban called his sub and ordered that coffee be prepared for each of the five men. It wouldn’t be as fun if one of them fell asleep.

After the coffee had been drunk, Esteban and Cristobal went to the dungeon. Toro followed them dragging the bound Perro behind him. In the playroom, Toro padlocked a ring of the straitjacket to an eyebolt on a wall. Then he joined the two doms at the posts. Esteban talked to his guest.

“Now, are you ready to discover and experience this installation, my friend?

– I am curious. And a bit anxious.

– Please don’t. Everything will be alright.” He turned to the sub. “Toro, prepare a place for our guest slave. A moving one.

– Si, Amo.”

Toro went to a locker and came back holding several items. One of them was a long and wide dildo, which he tied at the top of one of the posts. The dildo increased the height of the post. The rest of the items were chains, metal cuffs and small block of woods.

“Good boy. Let’s put the dog in its place.” They both went to fetch the straitjacketed boy and brought him to the post. Toro crouched and put the block of wood on either side. Cristobal was beginning to understand. The next action proved him right. Esteban and his sub Perro step on the blocks, until he was high enough. Toro generously lubed the dildo and Esteban led Perro over it. Then he made the bound boy sit, fucking himself with the sex toy. It took several minutes, as the toy was long, and the boy was not really used to taking it in the ass. At last, the dildo had disappeared inside the sub’s ass. Toro crouched again and removed the blocks of wood. Perro could reach the floor only with the tip of his toes. Or he could sit on the sex toy, fucking himself to the deepest part of his ass. What he couldn’t do was step high enough to free himself. Esteban turned to his guest.

“See? My prisons. The sub is now stuck here until one of us helps him leave. And I can accommodate six prisoners.

– Is that what you are planning to do to me?”

Cristobal was shivering. He wasn’t so sure about it all any more.

“Not really, no. Although I know you like to take it in the ass now and then.

– There is no shame in that.

– You’re right. Let’s get back to the point. We will put the subs on the posts and then I will take care of you. Help Toro get in place, please. Toro, once again, the moving ones.

– Si, Amo.”

Esteban left the room. Toro fetched two other dildos and put them on two other posts. There was an empty posts between two prepared or occupied posts. The three subs would be uniformly distributed along the circle, facing each other. Cristobal helped Toro sit himself on a dildo a bit shorter but much larger than the one used on Perro. Toro hardly lubed it and accepted it without a problem. He looked at the other sub and was the one smirking. Perro couldn’t believe it. He had been outmatched in a game he didn’t even know he was playing. By a guy with his dick in a cage! When Toro was sat, he kicked his feet making the blocks tumble away. He put his hands on his thighs and looked at the other sub with a smug smile. Cristobal witnessed the battle in silence.

“Well done, boys.” Esteban was back in the room, followed by Semental. “Now, my friend, we can stop here and free them (which would be a shame) or I put you in your place and we go on with the fun.”

Cristobal hesitated. Esteban went to fetch the metal cuffs and chains and brought them to his new temporary sub. He held them in front of Cristobal. With a sigh, the latter held his wrists out. Esteban laughed.

“Good choice. Go with the flow, you won’t regret it.”

To Cristobal surprise, Esteban didn’t put the cuffs in place. Instead he put the back down.

“If you get tied, you’re a sub. Temporarily but a sub nonetheless. And subs don’t wear clothes in my house.”

Cristobal opened his mouth to protest. Esteban raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, expressing both surprise and disappointment. Cristobal shut his mouth down and removed his clothes. He folded them and put them in a neat pile. Esteban turned to Perro.

“See, boy? This is the right way to undress. A sub who takes care of his clothes is sure to find them again later. A sub who discards his clothes without care shouldn’t be surprised to find himself naked even when it’s time to go back home.”

The look on the dog’s face showed he had never thought of that. He was wondering what had happened to his clothes. Esteban turned back to Cristobal and caught the cuffs again. While he cuffed the wrists, Semental cuffed the ankles. They then both led Cristobal and made him lay down right in the middle of the ring, spreadeagled. The chains were used to tie him tight. He could’t move any more.

Lastly, Semental climbed on the last posts. Like Toro, he slid down the dildo with ease, showing off his physical capabilities.


Esteban looked around. He was at that time the dom and Master of four subs and he could use them as he wanted. But he had promised some fun.

He walked to his two main subs and, facing them, put his arms around their waists. His face was just between their heads, next to their ears. His back to Cristobal and Perro, ignoring them, he whispered to his own subs.

“You have been very good boys. I love you two. You deserve a reward. Do you want to cum? Do you want to orgasm with your cocks free?” The boy’s heads snapped up and turned toward him. They gasped. “Well, do you?

– ¡Si! Por favor, Amo.

– Good boys.”

Esteban left them and came back almost immediately. Gently holding the balls and cocks, he removed both cages. The two dicks immediately hardened and rose, responding to need and arousal. Esteban walked to Perro and stroked his dick, making him hard too. As for Cristobal, there was no need. The situation and the sight of gorgeous naked men above him made him hard.

Esteban walked around the ring and pressed on the back of each post. Every time, a noise appeared and the boy on the pole gasped then moaned. Cristobal understood : the dildos were vibrating.

“Boys, if you cum before the dog, you will be punished. And the one who cum last will get a reward.” For a while, nothing happened. The three imprisoned boys kept moaning more and more, their dicks vibrating, their eyes closed in focus. Until Perro howled behind his ball gag and came. A lot. All over Cristobal. Toro and Semental followed soon after, covering the new sub with their own sperm. Cristobal had closed his eyes, in case drops of sperm hit him there. He was right, his face was covered too. After a while, he heard the three subs catch their breath and felt no more drops fall down on him. He heard the noise from the vibrating dildos reduce but not stop. He also heard angry grunts.

“Shut up, dog, I am busy.” That was the voice of Esteban. Just above Cristobal. The temporary sub was sure he would soon be released. However, this certainty left him when he heard another moan and felt new drops fall on his skin.

When the gasps stopped, Cristobal heard the voice of his temporary Master, just above his head.

“Dioses… A bukkake is such a great thing to give and to receive. Don’t you agree, my friend ?”

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Prompts were : One-bar prison, Bukkake and Vibrators.


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Day 25


“Sit, Cory. Or should I call you ‘Black Masochist’?”

Published on 25/10/2024
Tags: #gay #BDSM #pain #domination #submission #public play #anal #office #consensual
Length: 2135 words.


At first, I had recruited Cory for his skills (both soft and hard) and his experience. Although I am conscious of my own bias and try actively not to take it into account, his beauty might have played a small part in my choice. However, I chose well. He proved he was competent enough to be my assistant. He accomplished all tasks as expected and often went further. His initiatives were rare, but always appropriate. He knew when to defer to clients or partners and when to be a growling dog shielding my office from unwanted visitors. In short I was pretty happy with him. Especially when he learned how to brew tea to my taste.


Our relationship, purely professional at the beginning, evolved several months later. I was browsing the profiles on an online dating application specifically for gay fetishists and kinksters, when I found a self-styled submissive whose kinks pleased me and whose body and location rang a bell. I did not interact with the profile at first, but during the week, I checked it several times and even cruised it once or twice, when I was out of my office and my assistant was at his desk. The boy behind the profile answered every time almost immediately and I was able to triangulate his location during the day. Our office building, exactly as I thought.

The monday after I had finished my stalking, I went to his desk. As was his habit, he immediately stood up, so that we were on the same level. He always acted thus, with every person coming to his desk, except for the most annoying employees or clients.

I looked at him and spoke as usual.

“Cory.

– Sir?

– I would like you to get in contact with someone and arrange a meeting between them and me.

– Of course, Sir. What are their name? Do you have a phone number or an e-mail address?

– Partly. Let me check.” I looked at the screen of my smartphone and tapped on it. “I think I have it.” I tapped once more. Half a second later, we both heard a notification sound from his phone on the desk. None of us reacted. “There! This person calls themself ‘Black Masochist’. And I think I just sent you everything you need. Don’t you think so?”

I looked back at him. He was blushing hard. Apart from that, his demeanor didn’t change.

“I think so too, Sir.

– Good. Let’s make it an afterwork / early evening meeting, some time in the next ten days. Find a cosy place to have a drink and a talk in peace, nothing too loud. You have access to my agenda, I know you will manage, as you always do.

– Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir.

– Good.” I almost added “boy” but told myself it wasn’t the time yet. “Oh, by the way, you can tell them that I will take care of all expenses for the evening.

– Yes,Sir. It will be done.”

I nodded and went back to my office. Half an hour later, I received a meeting request on my agenda. Wednesday, at 18:30, at the Hide and Seek, a pub nearby. I visited their website. Wood panelling, leather club armchairs, low tables, softened light and a large choices of drinks, mostly whiskies, ciders and local beers. And a small rainbow flag sticker in a corner of the website. The boy had really understood my request.


On Wednesday, at 17:30, Cory came to my door to bid me good evening, like he always did. Nothing different from the other days. I told him good bye and stayed at my desk, working a bit more. The pub was only a ten-minutes subway ride away.

When I arrived there, Cory was standing next to the door, still in his suit and tie. I smiled at him.

“Hello again, Cory.

– Good evening, Sir

– Here to help me find the person I am supposed to meet?

– Yes, Sir.”

I was smiling while keeping up the charade. He led me in then to a round table surround by two armchairs. I looked around on the way. The pub was as cosy as the website advertised. It was still early, but there were a few other customers. Men, all of them, some wearing business suits, some less formal in jeans and tshirts. But all clothes were of quality. As soon as we reached the table, I sat and he stood next to me, arms on his side, not moving. When I was settled, I looked up at him and dropped all pretenses.

“I will have a cider. Take whatever you want, but nothing too strong.

– Yes, Sir.”

He came back with the two glasses, which he put on the table. His was orange juice. Or a screwdriver. And once again, he stood next to my armchair. I took a swig of my cider then motioned to the other chair.

“Sit, Cory. And have a drink.” He obeyed. “Or should I call you ‘Black Masochist’?

– As you wish, Sir.

– Good boy. You know the basics. Have you been trained?

– Not really, Sir. I studied the theory.

– One-hand reading, I bet.” He blushed without answering and tried to regain his composure by drinking. “Let’s talk. With sincerity.

– Yes, Sir.

– I found your profile after I hired you. Know that you earned your position through the interviews and kept it thanks to the quality of your work. Whatever happens here tonight, I see no reason to fire you or change your job description. Understood?

– Yes, Sir.

– I found your profile before even thinking it might be you. What attracted me were the description and the keywords you used. I wanted to play with the boy behind the profile before I knew you were him. That hasn’t changed.

– Yes, Sir.”

I drank again and stayed silent. We looked at each other, but he said nothing. I once again led the discussion.

“I haven’t seen you naked yet, but I want to play with you. In different ways. I want to have sex with you, I want to dominate you, I want to make you suffer. With your consent, obviously. You described yourself as, and I quote, ‘a masochist submissive gay’, unquote. Is that right? Was that the truth?

– You’re right, Sir. And it is the truth.

– We will play it by ear. You will have your safewords. I want us to communicate as often as needed, so that everything happens in the best of ways. I will hurt you, you can count on it. But I will not harm you. Now what do you say about finishing our drinks and go to my home, so that I can start by fucking you?”

His only answer was him drinking everything in one go. I took the time to enjoy mine. As a test, I pointed to the small place between my chair and the wall. He immediately left his chair and went to kneel there. He was hidden from most of the pub. Only the barman saw him move and he only winked at me. I pet my new boy’s head for a minute or two and felt him push it against my head. We both enjoyed it.

We also enjoyed the night at my place, both the sex and the sleep. I kept him in my arms most of the night. I’m a hugger.


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The next day, when he arrived at the office with the same clothes as the day before, some people noticed. Pretty soon, the whole building was abuzz. He didn’t say a word about his personal life, which was pretty much usual for him. Even when some people came to him and tried to make him spill the beans, he remained silent. It took so much of his time that, by the end of the morning, I had to intervene. I left my office and stood behind Cory’s chair.

“Michael.

– Sir?

– Don’t you have other work to do beside bothering my assistant?

– Yes, sir, sorry, sir.

– Should I find some cases for you to handle? Or maybe a harassment form to bring here and then bring back to the HR with my assistant point of view?”

His face blanched.

“I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t be necessary.” I looked hard at him then rolled my eyes toward Cory. Michael understood. “I’m sorry, Cory. I… huh… I won’t bother you any more. Really, I’m sorry.”

He left very quickly and must have been interrogated in turn, as the buzz died down almost as quickly.


Just after the lunch break, I had Cory fetch a package from a courier. When he brought it back to me, I made him stay.

“Remove your shoes and put them on the desk.”

While he obeyed, I unpacked the items I had ordered. A pack of rice, a pair of nipple clamps, a very large butt plug (with lube). And another box I kept secret from him. I started by opening the pack of rice and poured some in each of his shoes.

“Put them back on. Make sure it is spread under your feet.”

He obeyed. And he understood quickly. The hard grains were already hurting his soles.

“Thank you, Sir.

– Don’t thank me yet, we are not finished. Open your shirt.”

He did and I placed the clamps on his nipples. I tugged once on the chain to check that they would not fall. He winced and hissed in pain. He buttoned up his shirt and we both saw the clamps through the fabric. So he put his jacket over it.

“That is enough for today. Starting tomorrow, I want you to come here every morning so that I can prepare you. And I will free you every evening. Ten hours of suffering is enough for a day. And an advice : get yourself some undershirts to better hide the clamps.”

He dropped to his knees, hands behind his back, head down.

“Thank you so much, Sir.

– My pleasure, boy. Now back to work.

– Yes, Sir!”

He walked back to his desk, a bit gingerly. I smiled, knowing I was now his Master and tormentor, as we both wanted.


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Over the next weeks, I kept him in pain while he worked. I slowly added some hidden ways to make him suffer. Velcro on the inside of his shirts’ collars, where the tie made sure it touched his skin. Electrical butt plugs to shock him every so often but always at random time. He spent his working hours (and lunch break) hurting one way or another. Beside us, no one knew about it. Cory made efforts to work and behaved as before. Every person in contact with him noticed a change, but no one knew exactly what. Some said he looked happier. Other said he looked to be hurting. All were right. None knew why.


We met at my place at least two nights per week. I fucked him each time. And spanked him. And rewarded him with hugs and words. One day, I took the hidden box out and put it on the table. My boy still didn’t know what was in it.

“Boy, I would like you to go a step further. You have a choice. You will always have the choice, alright?

– Yes, Sir.

– I have noticed that you sometimes get excited by what I inflict on you. So, in order to keep everything discreet, I got this for you.”

I opened the box, revealing the chastity cage inside. He almost squealed.

“Really, Sir?

– Really, boy. I am not playing games.”

He started to reach for it, then stopped and looked at me.

“May I?

– You may.”

He took into his hands and turned it on all sides. Then he put it on the table. I asked :

“Have you ever worn one?

– No, Sir.

– Then you should know that it takes a bit of time to grow accustomed to it. You will hurt very often. But as that is your goal, I don’t think it will be a problem. I will keep the keys, but you can ask for them any time you need. Either for a short time or for good.

– I wo—

– Silence, boy. Now let’s get you in it.”

As my boy was fully hard, I fetch a bag of ice and dumped it on his crotch. He yelped but didn’t move. The ice made his dick deflate and I put the cage on him. It suited him perfectly.

“You look even better than before, boy. Now come to bed, I want to fuck you and train you to have anal orgasm.”

Once again he looked at me with joy in his eyes. I hoped then and there that I would be happy to bring him such joy for as long as I could.

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Prompts were : Oblivious and Light pain.


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Day 27


“Tu nous mets tellement dans l’ambiance à chaque fois, on a vraiment l’impression d’être nos personnages.”

Published on 27/10/2024
Tags: #gay #anal #magie #jeu de rôle #drague #romance #sensations #consenti
Length: 3178 words.


“C’est bon, les pizzas sont arrivées !

– Hé ! Pas de gras sur mes figurines ou mes dés, Fabrice !

– Mais non, mais non, Corentin, t’inquiète.

– Les serviettes sont là.

– Merci, Marc.

Petit à petit, le groupe d’amis se mit autour de la table. En ce vendredi soir, la plupart de leurs collègues étudiants étaient partis chez leurs parents ou en train d’écumer les bars et discothèques. Pas eux. Ces cinq là préféraient lancer des dés et diriger des personnages dans des univers complètement différents du leur. Il s’assirent, chacun à sa place. Marc , un peu plus petit que la moyenne, présidait à un bout de la table, à moitié caché par son écran de Maitre du Jeu. Fabrice et Corentin, ainsi que Benoit et son frère David s’étaient répartis deux de chaque côté. Fabrice poussa légèrement contre le bord.

“Tiens, Marc, tu as fixé la table au sol ?

– Oui, j’en avais marre que des bourrins comme toi la bougent chaque fois qu’ils s’assoient ou se lèvent. Là, elle reste à sa place.”

Chaque joueur sortit sa feuille de personnage et Corentin distribua les figurines personnalisées qu’il avait imprimé en 3D pour représenter leurs personnages. Marc les regarda les uns après les autres.

“Benoit, tu gardes ton Magicien niveau 4 ?

– Oui, oui.

– Fabrice, tu restes sur ton Paladin ?

– Evidemment !

– ACAB.”

Le commentaire de Corentin, bien que sotto-voce, n’échappa à personne. Fabrice le regarda méchamment et Marc lui jeta un regard sans amusement.

“Corentin… Tu as toujours ton Roublard, toi ?

– Je veux, oui. Tellement fun à jouer.

– David, ton druide ?

– Présent.

– Je vois que personne ne change. Un jour je vous ferai jouer des persos complètement différents et vous n’aurez pas le choix.

– Comme tu veux, Marc. De toute façon, tu nous mets tellement dans l’ambiance à chaque fois, on a vraiment l’impression d’être nos personnages.

– Fabrice, tu sais que tu peux lecher les bottes de Marc tant que tu veux, ça ne sauvera pas ton perso s’il doit lui arriver quelque chose. Le MJ est inflexible.

– Je sais et c’est pas pour ça que je le dis. Je le dis parce que c’est la vérité. Ose dire que c’est faux, Corentin !

– … J’avoue. Je ne sais pas comment il s’y prend, mais l’immersion est pas dégueu.

– Hum…” Tous les regards se tournèrent vers Marc, qui venaient de pousser ce grognement. Seuls ses yeux dépassaient de l’écran devant lui. “Ce sera encore pire aujourd’hui. Vous allez vraiment vivre ce qui va arriver.

– Comment ???

– C’est magique.

– Non mais sérieusement…

– Sérieusement, David, c’est magique.

– Ok, ok, si tu veux pas nous dire comment…

– Bon, on joue ou pas ?”

À cette remarque, Marc poussa un bouton devant lui. Le lustre de la pièce s’éteignit et des lumières indirectes et tamisées prirent le relais. Des petites lumières éclairaient juste devant chaque joueur, lui permettant de lire sa fiche de personnage et ses lancers de dés. Pour le reste, ils étaient dans une certaine pénombre. Marc prit la parole.

“La dernière fois, nous nous sommes quittés après que vous avez accepté une mission. Un groupe de personnes malfaisantes se sont accaparées des ruines au plus profond de la forêt et s’en servent comme base d’opérations pour leurs méfaits, qui sont attaques de voyageurs, razzia sur les fermes et villages, vols de denrées et d’argent, enlèvements de certaines personnes. Le conseil des bourgmestres de la région vous a repéré, connait votre réputation et vous considère comme leur avant-dernier espoir.

– Avant-dernier ? Ah ben merci, ça fait du bien à l’ego, tiens…”

Marc ignora l’interruption et le sarcasme.

“Mais les rapports ne coincident pas. Certains parlent d’attaques de kobold, d’autres décrivent des démons et d’autres encore signalent des orques. Il ne devrait pas être possible pour ces trois groupes d’agir en concertation. Et pourtant, les faits sont là. Votre mission est soit de mettre fin aux attaques en vous débarrassant des coupables, soit de fournir assez de renseignements aux autorités locales pour qu’elles puissent s’en sortir. Vous êtes à l’auberge de Fontchaude et vous devez décider d’un plan.”

Les lampes de la salle changèrent de teinte, diffusant une lumière plus chaude. Un crépitement de feu de cheminée se fit entendre. Une odeur de bois et de bière enveloppa la table. Fabrice leva le poing, tendant vers le ciel un imaginaire marteau de guerre.

“Facile ! On y va et on leur casse la gueule.”

Les autres personnes autour de la table levèrent les yeux au ciel. Le Maitre du Jeu demanda :

“Une autre proposition ?

– On pourrait se renseigner sur ces ruines : leur localisation, leur histoire, les chemins pour y acceder.

– Bonne idée. Quatre personnes sont présentes dans la pièce principale : un vieil homme qui semble être vissé à son tabouret et qui boit la même bière depuis des heures ; un employé du bourgmestres local, venu pour se relaxer après sa journée ; la propriétaire de l’auberge, derrière son comptoir, qui jette des regards bien appuyés vers le druide du groupe ; son frère cadet, qui fait le service dans la salle et qui a tout fait pour attirer l’attention du paladin et du roublard.”

Sur cette dernière phrase, Fabrice s’enfonça dans son fauteuil, l’air gêné et concentra son regard sur sa figurine. Le sourire de Corentin devint plus grivois et il regarda son co-équipier avec insistance. Benoit prit la parole.

“Je pars discuter avec l’employé du bourgmestre, il doit avoir des infos.

– Je pars avec toi !”

L’empressement de Fabrice n’échappa à personne. Surtout pas à Corentin qui le taquina.

“Tu ne veux pas interroger le serveur avec moi ? Je suis sur que tes muscles l’impressionneront beaucoup et qu’il sera plus prêt à nous aider si c’est un beau paladin qui lui parle.

– Non, non, tu gères. Il s’intéresse aussi à toi.

– Ok, je me dévoue.”

Le ton de Corentin laissait comprendre que le fameux “dévouement” serait plus une partie de plaisir. Il enchaina.

“J’enlève ma cape. Je porte dessous ma veste en cuir qui laisse mes bras nus et facilite mes mouvements et un pantalon de cuir bien ajusté. Je lève ma choppe vers le serveur et je lui fais un clin d’oeil.

– Il te voit et son sourire s’agrandit.

– Je me lève et je me dirige vers l’escalier de la cave, en le regardant de temps en temps.

– Il regarde sa soeur qui acquiesce avec un sourire, puis il te suit. Il te rattrape en bas de l’escalier.”

Les lumières changèrent encore, diminuant d’intensité. Le crépitement du feu de bois disparut et même la température de la pièce baissa. Les joueurs se seraient en effet crus dans une cave.

"Je le mets entre moi et le mur et je m’approche de lui, l’empêchant de rejoindre l’escalier avec un bras appuyé au mur. Je rapproche mon visage du sien.

– Il ne semble pas inquiet. Au contraire, il pose une main sur ton torse, tu la sens à travers le cuir.

– Je garde mon sourire et le laisse faire, pour voir jusqu’où il est prêt à aller.”

Autour de la table, plusieurs bites, encore cachés, durcirent. Pris dans le jeu, les cinq personnes vivaient la scene quasiment en immersion.

“Le serveur n’est pas farouche. Sa main descend lentement et se pose sur ton paquet. Il le serre un peu et frotte.”

Involontairement, Corentin poussa un gémissement. Les autres joueurs le regardèrent avec surprise. Il tenta de se justifier.

“Je l’ai sentie.”

Marc reprit la parole avec le même ton que précédemment.

“Le serveur sait que tu as senti, il sait jusqu’à quel point serrer pour passer outre l’épaisseur du cuir. En parlant d’épaisseur, il semble content de ce qu’il a dans sa main et commence à défaire les lacets de ton pantalon.”

Corentin se sentit dépassé par les évènements et décida de couper court.

“Je cesse d’être passif et je participe à l’action, lui apportant autant de plaisir qu’il m’en apporte. Après ce moment à deux, je discute avec lui du village, de la region, de la forêt pour obtenir des informations.

– Il t’explique que la forêt est très ancienne et que les ruines sont les vestiges de la forteresse d’un ancien seigneur. Elles sont abandonnées depuis qu’une attaque de bandits a tué ou enlevé tous ses habitants, emportant tout le trésor, ne laissant qu’un incendie.

– Je l’embrasse une fois de plus et remonte dans la salle principale, après m’être assuré que tous mes vêtements sont en ordre.”

L’ambiance redevint plus innocente. Les autres joueurs prirent le relais, jouant leurs propres scènes plus calmes. Après la récolte d’informations, Marc mena le jeu vers un repas entre les quatre personnages joueurs. Là encore, l’immersion les entraina. De la nourriture facile d’accès était posée sur la table : pizza, chips, biscuits, canettes. Chacun se servait selon son envie. Mais pour les joueurs, les odeurs, les textures et les goûts étaient celles d’un repas de taverne médiévale : soupe de legumes, ragout de viande tendre et pommes de terre sautées, charcuterie de venaison, pain complet. La dissonance était totale et les joueurs perdaient de plus en plus le contact avec la réalité.

Pendant toute la partie, ce qu’il se passait dans le jeu fut grandement ressenti par les joueurs. Les coups subis par les personnages en corps à corps déclenchaient une certaine douleur. Les odeurs de la forêt, les hurlements des monstres, les éclats de lumière des sorts atteignirent leurs organes sensoriels, comme s’ils étaient sur place et non pas assis autour d’une table. Lorsqu’un sort d’Entrave jeté par un magicien ennemi atteignit le paladin, Fabrice se retrouva immobile sur sa chaise le temps que le sort soit dissipé, comme s’il avait été attaché par des cordes. Il se débattit et tenta d’attirer l’attention des autres joueurs, mais ils étaient pris dans leurs propres actions et il fut libéré avant d’avoir réussi à les atteindre. Lorsque le roublard fut attrapé par un orque, Corentin sentit le poitrail puissant de l’humanoïde pousser contre ses omoplates et l’énorme bite se durcir contre la raie de son cul. Il ne dit rien, ne voulant pas attirer l’attention sur lui et sur le durcissement de sa propre bite.

Bien évidemment, il n’était question que de sensations et personne n’était vraiment en danger. Il ne s’agissait que d’un jeu de rôle très immersif.

La victoire n’en fut que plus agréable. La gloire et la puissance acquises par les personnages permirent une fin de partie agréable aux joueurs. L’adrénaline réelle des combats virtuels disparut, laissant le calme revenir. Benoît et David se levèrent pour s’étirer. Marc ralluma les lumières principales de la pièce et ferma son écran et ses livres.

Discutant de certains passages de l’aventure, les cinq amis rangèrent petit à petit leurs affaires. Benoit et David saluèrent leurs amis et partirent les premiers. Fabrice allait faire de même quand Corentin l’arrêta.

“Tu peux attendre un peu ? Je voudrais voir quelque chose avec Marc.”

Pendant que Fabrice buvait un verre et feuilletait quelques manuels, Marc et Corentin discutèrent à voix basse. Puis Marc vint chercher Fabrice.

“Corentin voudrait une petite prolongation de partie, pour une quête annexe de son personnage. Tu connais les roublards, ils ont toujours des trucs à faire en secret, pas forcément grand public. Mais là, il voudrait l’aide de son ami paladin.” Fabrice fronça les sourcils et regarda l’heure. “Ça ne durera pas longtemps. Et je rajouterai une petite récompense pour ton personnage.”

Fabrice se laissa convaincre et les trois amis se rassirent autour de la table. Encore une fois, les lumières furent tamisées. Il ne resta quasiment que l’équivalent d’une ou deux bougies. Marc prit la parole pour planter le décor.

“La nuit est tombée. Après une journée de repos et de récupération, vous êtes revenus à l’auberge pour dormir. Le paladin est dans sa chambre. Il vient à peine d’enlever ses bottes quand on frappe à la porte.

– Ouvre, c’est moi.”

Corentin avait pris la relève. Et Fabrice lui donna la réplique.

“J’ouvre la porte. ‘Ça ne peut pas attendre ? J’allais me coucher.’ Devant son regard insistant, je le laisse entrer.

– Le roublard et le paladin sont debout dans la chambre. Seule une bougie les éclaire. Un peu de vent souffle dehors, laissant quand meme passer le cri d’une chouette. Les odeurs des bottes fraichement enlevées se mélangent à celles de l’armure du paladin.”

Encore une fois, les deux joueurs eurent l’impression de ressentir ce qui était décrit par le Maître du Jeu.

“‘Laisse moi t’aider, je t’ai vu assez souvent galérer à enlever ton armure, je sais que c’est compliqué. Tourne toi.’

– ‘Tu venais pour quoi ?’

– ‘J’aimerais aider un ami qui est coincé dans une situation un peu complexe. Tiens bien le plastron, je défais les lacets.’

– ‘Et tu as besoin de moi ?’

– ‘Oui, oui, tu es indispensable.’

– ‘Laisse moi ranger les affaires au fur et à mesure.’

– Le paladin torse nu empile les morceaux du haut de son armure. Quand il se retourne, son ami roublard est assis en tailleurs sur le sol et tend deja ses doigts agiles vers les lacets des jambières.

– ‘Tu peux m’en dire un peu plus ?’

– ‘Attends, je me concentre. … Là, voilà, j’ai réussi à tout défaire, tu peux enlever le reste de l’armure.’

– Le paladin finit de ranger ses affaires. Il ne porte maintenant plus qu’un pagne autour de la taille. Le roublard s’est relevé et a enlevé sa veste. Torse nu, il fait face à son ami. La lumière de la bougie et les ombres qu’elle crée font ressortir les muscles des deux aventuriers.

– ‘Laisse moi voir.’ Je passe une main sur ses abdos. ‘Tu as de nouvelles cicatrices, je les sens sous mes doigts. Et tu es encore tendu, je sens tes muscles noués.’

– ‘Arrête…’ J’attrape son poignet dans ma main pour retenir ses gestes. ‘Je sais ce que tu veux. Mais je ne peux pas. Mon serment…’

– ‘Je me suis renseigné.’ Je passe mon autre bras autour de sa taille pour l’attirer contre moi. ‘Ton serment ne l’empêche ni d’être en couple avec une autre personne, ni de baiser.’

– Le mouvement du roublard fait entrer en contact les deux entrejambes. Chacun sent la dureté de la bite de l’autre frotter contre la sienne. La tension et la chaleur montent.”

Et, alors que ces mots étaient prononcés, les bites des deux joueurs durcirent elles aussi. Corentin remua un peu sur son siège et reprit la parole.

“‘Ton serment te sert d’excuse. Tu as peur de ce que tu ressent. Laisse moi te libérer.’ Je libère mon poignet et je caresse lentement ses pecs. J’approche mon visage du sien.

– ‘Je…’

– Je l’interromps en posant mes lèvres sur les siennes et en glissant ma langue entre les siennes.

– Je me laisse faire.

– Je continue à l’embrasser et je fais glisser ma main le long de son torse jusqu’à nos paquets. Je les prends dans ma main et je serre un peu les bites.

– Je gémis et je le prends dans mes bras pour le serrer contre moi.”

Le Maître du Jeu n’avait plus à parler. Marc pouvait se concentrer sur les effets de son sort. Concentration nécéssaire, tellement la scène demandait d’énergie magique pour être immersive. Corentin fit avancer l’action.

“Je prends ses mains dans les miennes et les fait glisser sur mes fesses pour signaler un endroit important.

– Je malaxe l’endroit indiqué et j’écarte les fesses pour glisser un doigt entre les deux.

– Je sépare nos bouches pour parler. ‘Enfin !! Depuis le temps que j’attends ça ! Baise-mo—‘

– Je l’embrasse pour le faire taire. Je le soulève dans mes bras et, après quelques secondes, je le jette sur le lit. J’attrape une de ses chevilles pour enlever une botte.

– Je défait les lacets de mon pantalon et je commence à l’enlever.

– Je le regarde gigoter. ‘Encore une fois, tu ne portes rien dessous. Le moins de barrières possible avant de te faire baiser, hein?’ Je tire sur les jambes du pantalon pour lui enlever

– Je suis nu sur le lit et il me domine de toute sa hauteur. Je n’attends qu’une chose, c’est qu’il libère sa pine et qu’il m’encule. Je tiens mes jambes en l’air, présentant mon trou. J’ai utilisé une fiole d’huile pour me préparer avant de venir.

– Je défais le nœud de mon pagne. Il glisse au sol et ma bite se dresse. Très dure. Je m’approche et pousse mon engin contre son trou. Je sens que ça glisse bien.

– Dès qu’il a posé son gland, je glisse sur le lit vers lui pour m’empaler. Je sens que le gland rentre, mais je sens aussi que sa bite est plus épaisse que ce à quoi je suis habitué.

– Il est venu s’enculer de lui-même. Je continue d’avancer. Je vois qu’il souffre un peu mais il ne recule pas et ne dit rien. Je m’enfonce toujours plus.”

Bien qu’habillé et assis face à face autour d’une table, Corentin et Fabrice percevaient non seulement la chaleur, mais aussi les sensations correspondantes, pour l’un son cul s’ouvrir et être rempli, pour l’autre sa bite glisser et être serrée. L’odeur de sueur et de sexe emplissait la pièce. Chez les deux joueurs, les bites étaient dures et tendues à leur maximum, bien que coincées dans leurs jeans.

“Je tends les bras pour essayer d’attraper sa taille et le serrer contre moi. Mais c’est maintenant lui qui dirige.

– Je sens ses mains tenter de m’attraper. Je pense que ce petit voleur sournois a assez dirigé. Je les prends dans les miennes et les coince au dessus de sa tête, ses poignets tenus par une de mes mains. Avec l’autre posée sur ses pecs, je le tiens en place. Je m’enfonce en lui jusqu’à la garde.

– Je gémis et je fais semblant de me débattre. Mais en vrai, je serre mon cul autour de sa bite pour lui donner du plaisir.

– Je sens son cul palpiter autour de ma bite et ça me donne encore plus envie de le bourrer. Maintenant que je sais qu’il peut me prendre en entier, je commence à bien l’enculer, de plus en plus vite.

– Je sens sa bite me ramoner et je sens le plaisir qui monte.”

Encore une fois, les paroles faisaient le lien entre le jeu de rôles, bien fictif, et les sensations qui traversaient les deux joueurs. Chacun était à fond dans le trip. Leurs vêtements étaient trempés de sueur. Rapidement, ils ne purent plus vraiment parler, seulement gémir, grogner et haleter. Mais même rien que cela suffisait à maintenir la partie. Jusqu’à ce qu’ils n’y tinrent plus. Avec deux longs gémissements, ils atteignirent l’orgasme, à la fois en jeu et dans la réalité. Leurs jus remplirent leurs sous-vêtements et ils furent brutalement ramenés à la réalité. Marc était écroulé sur la table, son écran renversé. Fabrice et Corentin se précipitèrent vers lui, pleins d’inquietude mais comprirent rapidement qu’il était juste endormi.

Après l’avoir porté dans son lit et verrouillé la porte de son appartement, les deux amis se regardèrent un moment. Puis Fabrice s’approcha de Corentin et l’embrassa. Sa force réelle étant moins grande que dans le jeu, il se contenta d’inviter Corentin dans sa chambre d’étudiant plutôt que de l’y porter. L’autre accepta. Maintenant que la quête avait été couronnée de succès, il pouvait obtenir sa récompense : baiser son ami pour de vrai.

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Prompts were : Roleplay, Struggle and Magic.


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Day 28


I fell down in the cycle of hits and wipes.

Published on 28/10/2024
Tags: #gay #bdsm #impact play #pain #art #submission #domination #bondage #consensual
Length: 1955 words.


“Do you trust me, boy?”

I stiffened. But there was only one possible answer.

“Yes, Sir.”

I do trust my Master, but I would really like it better if he didn’t ask this kind of question without immediately explaining, especially when I was blindfolded and bound naked to a St Andrew cross.

“Do you really?

– Well, now I’m starting to worry, Sir. To be honest.

– It’s good that you are still honest with me, boy.

– Thank you, Sir”

I still didn’t know what this was all about. I just felt his hand on my skin, lightly enough to make me shiver and give me goosebumps. I remained silent.

“I’m going to flog you, whip you, cane you. You’re used to it and you like the pain. Don’t you?

– Yes, Sir.

– The pain will be the same, but your sense of touch will fell something else. I want you to endure. Know that there is no more danger than before.

– Yes, Sir.

– Good boy. You can relax for now, I have some things to set up.”

I obeyed and relaxed as much as possible for someone in my position. I heard some noises in the room but I couldn’t guess what Master was doing. Pretty soon, I felt heat on my skin. Not painful but warmer than usual. And then I heard a whoosh and felt the first hit on my back. The flogging had started.

…

Almost. There had been only one hit after all.

The second came as another surprise. And with it the new feeling he spoke about. Liquid? Trickling down my back? Once again, no more hit. But some noises. Steps from him walking behind me. Then another hit. And more of this trickling feeling. I didn’t understand what was happening. Once again those quiet noises.

“I think this will take more time than I thought, boy. You’re not hurting, are you?

– No, Sir.

– Good. Tell me if there is a problem.

– Yes, Sir.”

The only problem was that I was getting bored and disappointed. Every time I thought he was starting something, he stopped almost immediately. I could cope with bondage. I could cope with sensory deprivation. I could cope with long sessions of nothing to do. But I needed some time to get into the right headspace. Time which he wasn’t giving me.

I felt some kind of fabric rub my back. A towel ? It stopped too soon for me to find out.

“Ok, let’s try again.

– Ye— AAAAAAAAAaaaaahhhhh…”

I was expecting the flogger. Which I did not receive! This was the cane. It hurt much more, by itself and because it was unexpected. And once again, I felt liquid. Blood? Already? He couldn’t have beaten me this hard already, could he?

“AAAHHH!!”

Another hit. As strong. And crossing the first one, to hurt the largest part of my back. And more liquid.

“Yes, this is much better.” I heard the shuffling of his feet, and the other quiet noises. “Yes, exactly what I was looking for. … But it would be even better if I could move faster.”

I fucking hope not, faster means harder when it comes to hits and it wouldn’t even give me time to recover between each hit.

“Still here, boy?

– Yes, Sir.”

While he was talking to me, the supposed towel came back and swipe my back. To remove the liquid ?

“Good. I’m gonna take a break and place a phone call. Wait here and relax. I’ll warn you before the next hit.

– Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

I heard him dial a number and leave the room. At last, I could relax and try to get into the right sub space. Or maybe fall asleep and take a nap. If it wasn’t too hot for sleeping… Anyway, I tried to calm and slow down my train of thoughts. Pretty quickly, I withdrew from reality.


I was brought back by the sound of voices. Master’s first.

“Thank you for coming so quickly.

– My pleasure. What can I help you with?

– I trust you with two things : first hit him just right not to harm him and second to keep this a secret. No one can know, even him.

– That I can do.

– Thanks. Let me get him back.”

I heard steps come toward me and the voice of Master was next to my ear.

“I’m back, boy.

– Sir, yes, Sir!!

– Good boy.” His hand pet my head. “You’re getting flogged again. And then caned. Not as a punishment. You didn’t fail me, ok?

– Sir, yes, Sir!!”

The next time he spoke, he wasn’t next to me and wasn’t speaking to me either.

“There, this is what I have in mind. Start with these and flog him as you would flog an experienced sub, which he is. Don’t mind me.”

That time, the hits came closer from one another. And he didn’t speak to me. I was once again able to withdraw. My body hurt, my mouth yelled, but my mind wasn’t there any more. I fell down in the cycle of hits and wipes.

It was only at the end that I discovered it had lasted for several hours.


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For the next two weeks, every evening was the same : we came back from work, I cooked, we ate, I cleaned. And when domestic work was finished, I went to his office and curled up on the large dog bed next to his desk. He was working on some project, mostly on his computer, focusing hard on the tasks he had set himself. Every so often, he would stand up and stretch, walk to me and pet me. I pushed my head against his hand and once or twice against his crotch. It was always met with a laugh, but never with a hard cock down my throat.

He often stopped late in the night and was getting more and more tired. But also more happy with his project. I could fall asleep on the bed, so I was able to get more rest than him.

Then, one day, he stood up from his desk with a large smile and walked to me. He crouched in front of the bed.

“I’m finished, boy. It’s now out of my hands, we just have to wait. I look forward to the next step.”


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Several weeks later, we had fallen back into our routine. He would fuck me and bound me more often than during his project. We were back into our Master/slave relationship and were pretty happy about it.

Until one evening. I came back home to find him already here. He must have been remote working. After having greeted him and his shoes, I stood up and started walking toward the kitchen to cook that day’s meal. He stopped me.

“Not tonight, boy.

– Sir?

– Go get cleaned and meet me in the bedroom.

– Yes, Sir.”

I obeyed. In the bedroom were both our black-tie suits. He made me clothe him, including his shining leather shoes, and watched me clothe myself. With my chain collar hidden beneath the shirt and tie, no one outside from our usual social circles could have know I was his slave. They didn’t know that the finishing touches on my suit meant I couldn’t remove without his help. The cufflinks were locked and so were the leather belt around my waist and the tie around my neck. Even the shoes were discreetly locked with zip-ties. The suit made me look smart and was comfortable, but it kept me prisoner.

I followed him to the car where I took the role of chauffeur. He didn’t give me an address, guiding me progressively instead. He made me park and led me down streets in the historic district. We arrived at a gallery. There were already a lot of people there, all of them very well dressed, holding flutes of champagne and looking at pictures. From afar, the pictures looked almost identical to each other.

The moment we arrived, a man came to us and greeted Master. He was smiling a lot. He started talking in hushed tones, like all the other persons in the room.

“Gods, you did it. This is one of my best openings and most of them have already been sold. You really have the eye and the imagination for photographic art.

– Not at all, André.”

Master tried to downplay his own work, but the man didn’t allow him.

“Yes. I have been selling art for several decades and I know what I’m saying.” Master tried to answer, but the man looked at me. “Is he a model ?

– No.

– I thought I—

– He is not a model. He is the model.

– The only model? For all pictures.

– That’s right. And he doesn’t know it. Yet. Give me five more minutes out of the spotlight.

– Not a minute more, our guests are getting impatient.

– Thank you.”

Master looked at me and tilted his head, telling me to follow him.

“Here, boy. Fetch us a flute each and meet me back there.”

He showed me one of the pictures. I obeyed. When I gave him his glass, he pointed to the picture. I could at last look at it. … And I almost dropped my own glass. It was a picture of me. Or part of me. Over a black background, my back, from my nape and shoulders to the top of my thighs, highlighted by spot. I recognised the shape and the moles. But as the canvas was just the support for the picture, my back was just the support for more. There were lines of paint. Bright colour paint. On this picture, there were two straight lines, intersecting on the left part of my back. The picture had been taken quickly as the paint hadn’t had the time to trickle much. It was beautiful in its simplicity. Master took a step in my direction, getting very close to me. He whispered :

“Do you remember the cane, boy?”

For the second time that night I almost dropped my glass. I was in shock.

“Sir ?

– Look at this one.” He had walked to another picture. There were more lines, much les defined, more chaotic, and yet as beautiful. “Do you remember being flogged and feeling it trickle ?”

We walked around the gallery. Each picture was traces of paint on my naked back. Some were close-ups, showing the grain of my skin, the texture of the paint, the shape of the drops. Some were from afar, displaying my whole back, edited to hide the rest of my body. And one or two where much more daring, focusing not on my back, but on my butt. My butt reddened by the many smacks of wooden paddles and welcoming some trickle of paint on its curves or in its cleft. I blushed hard, thinking of all these people watching pictures of me. I blushed even harder when I remembered André’s words : “most of them have already been sold”.

At that moment, the gallerist came back toward Master.

“It is time.

– Alright, André.” Master turned to me and whispered. “Go to the back of the room. Make yourself forgettable. Do not let anyone associate you with the pictures.

– Yes, Sir.”

Master followed André to the center of the gallery, where he was introduced as the artist. All eyes were on him. I stayed at the back of the crowd, telling anyone who asked that I was just the chauffeur.


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We went to sleep as soon as we came back home, but for several weeks after that, Master was the most happy and the most loving BDSM Master I could ever hope for.

And when he told me he wanted to do another set, I almost ran to the dungeon.

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Prompts were : Paint and Flogging.


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Day 29


“You want me to do something for you. And I want you to do something for me.”

Published on 29/10/2024
Tags: #gay #domination #chastity #edging #pain #bondage #dubious consent
Length: 1250 words.


“Please, Sir.”

The man currently begging was kneeling naked on the floor, in front of another man sitting in a leather chesterfield sofa. The latter was dressed in a suit, complete with tie. The begging man was reaching out with his hands, although not too far. He knew he was not to touch the other man unless ordered or allowed.

“I’m begging you, Sir. It’s too hard.”

The sitting man looked at the kneeling one. His eyes went from his face to his knees and back up again, stopping at the crotch. He smiled, seeing that the metal chastity cage was still in place.

“From where I’m sitting, it doesn’t seem very hard, boy. Trying to get hard, yet without success. Which was the goal. You consented to the cage, didn’t you?

– I—

– Didn’t you ??

– Yes, Sir, I did. But, please, I can’t bear it any more.”

The sitting man reached out with his foot and lifted the caged dick. A moan escaped the mouth of the kneeling man.

“You were supposed to keep it on for the whole month. I could remove it.

– You would ??

– I could! Do you want me to?

– Yes, please. Please take it off, Sir.

– Well, you want me to do something for you. And I want you to do something for me. Maybe we could help each other.

– No. Please, no…

– Well, if you don’t want, we can keep things as they are. You just have to wait a bit more!

– No!

– Yes, I know, you already told me no.

– No. I mean … Yes! I mean…

– I don’t know what you mean. You need to make yourself clearer.

– I… I will do it.”

The man on the floor let his head hang down. He looked dejected.

“What will you do?

– I will give you what you want.

– And what do I want?

– My…” A sob escaped him. “My hair. I will give you my hair.

– Good!! And in exchange I will give freedom to your dick, as agreed previously.” The caged man didn’t answer. “Let’s get to it.

– Now?

– I thought you would want to get free as soon as possible.

– Yes! Please, now. I was just surprised.

– Follow me.”


They walked to a large room in the basement of the house. There the caged man was ordered to shower himself and to rub his skin with pumice. He obeyed, taking his time, enjoying the hot shower. In the meantime, the man in the suit watched him and placed a call, his voice drowned out by the falling water.

When the caged man left the bath corner, clean and dry, the suited man led him to a table where he tied him on his back, spreadeagled. And then, when the arms and legs were stuck in position, he took a key and unlocked the cage. He removed it completely, freeing the cock. The man was as naked as the day he was born and as hard as the day he reached puberty. And as the day he reached puberty there was a hand stroking his cock. Except it wasn’t his own.

The hand brought him pleasure. It was soft and tight. It rubbed him just the right way, but oh so slowly. It felt good to be hard, it felt good to be masturbated and it would feel so much better to orgasm.

However, it all stopped. The door bell had been rung and the suited man, free to move, went to open the door. Just before he left the room, he turned to the tied man.

“Stay!”

He left with a laugh.


He came back fifteen minutes later, followed by another man. The naked man, still tied, had almost fallen asleep and his cock had deflated. The voices brought him back to reality.

“So this is the boy?

– That’s right. Thanks for helping me.

– My pleasure. What shall I start with?

– His head, the way we discussed.

– Ok.”

The men walked around the table, looking at the prisoner. The newcomer put a bag on a nearby chair and took items out of it. He then grabbed the long hair of the prisoner’s head and collected it in one large ponytail whose base was right on the skull. The hair would be cut very short.

Scissors cut the hair with several snips and tears flowed from the prisoner’s eyes. However, the feelings were mixed. While one man was dispossessing him, the other was masturbating him. Very slowly, but with skill. And a dollop of warm lube. Psychological hell, physical heaven.

Trimmers followed, making his hair even shorter. And the hand kept on masturbating him until he was moaning.

Foam was applied all over his skull and a razor glided in many passes. The tied man knew he would come out of this room with a bald head. But the hand kept on masturbating him.

For a while nothing happened beside the slow rubbing of his cock by the expert hand.

“Please…

– Yes?

– Please let me cum.

– Oh no, not so soon. We are just getting started. My friend is far from finished. But don’t worry, none of us will get bored. He is ready for the next part.

– Please…

– Shhhh… Just enjoy your liberty in silence. Unless you want the ball gag?”

The single clack from his teeth was the only answer needed.


The next part was indeed ready. The barber came back to the table, pushing a small table on wheels. A weird smell was coming from it. Seconds later, the prisoner felt something hot and wet applied on a large band across his chest. He didn’t understand what it was, until a sharp pain followed the same path. A hand appeared above his eyes and when he saw what it was holding, he understood : he was getting a hot wax hair removal !!

For more than two hours, he received two tortures at the same time : getting edged non stop and getting wax at the same time. He thought he would go crazy if it didn’t stop soon. The pleasure he was getting from his cock was great, bringing him to the point of orgasm, but the pain from the wax bands stopped him every time. It was especially painful when the man waxed the bush just above his cock.

He was exhausted and let himself be turned so that he was lying on his front. He let himself be tied again. His cock was trapped under him, not edged any more. He saw the suited man come next to his head and talk in his ear.

“When we are finished, I will make you cum. This is a promise. You just need a bit more patience. And suffering.”

His back was also waxed. His whole back, from his shoulders down to his ankles, including the cleft of his ass. It went faster, as there were now four hands working on him. It went so fast that his skin could not rest. He felt like all of it was burning.


At last they were finished. They let him lie on the table for a while to rest, while they cleaned and stored everything they had used. The suited man came back to the exhausted submissive with a straitjacket.

“Get in there and I will bring you to orgasm.”

He obeyed and found himself bound once more. The man made him sit on his lap and his hand masturbated him again, this time to completion. He fell asleep almost immediately, still in the straitjacket.

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Prompts were : Edging and Hot wax.


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Day 30


“Today, we are visiting a brand new biome : the plains of Hell.”

Published on 30/10/2024
Tags: #gay #domination #anal #oral #supernatural #demon #consensual
Length: 1463 words.


“Welcome to this week’s episode of Life outside Earth. This is Paul, and today, we are visiting a brand new biome, never before shown on television : the plains of Hell.”

The voice was quiet, the tone regular. There was only one emotion in the words : curiosity.

“Let’s be discreet and observe the different life forms in their natural habitat. Usually, they come to our planet to have fun, but today we managed to turn the tables and visit them.

“Look, up here in the air! This is a swarm of imps. Look how they behave, flying together, yet fighting each other at the same time. This violence and the chaos of their behaviour is indicative of their demonic nature. Below the swarm are some pit spawn. Much bigger and more animal like, they are demons too, as chaotic and as evil as the imps. Pity the weaker creature that crosses their paths, it will die in agony and its whole body, bones included, will be crushed by the mighty jaws of the spawn. The imps are of not much use, being weak and untamable, but the pit spawns have their uses. No demon lord worth its name would build an army without at least one battalion of these beasts.

“The demon lords need these armies to fight agains each other and to make war to the devils. They might look civilised from the outside, building large habitations and having balls to entertain each other and their courts, but they cannot keep their words and they will change their allegiance with the bat of an eye. Their traitorous nature is a chance for their ennemies, the law-abiding devils. If the demons were to unite for long, their number and ferocity would allow them to crush anyone.

– Oh look, a documentary!” The videographer turned around quickly, almost falling. He saw, now in front of him, two humanoid creatures with blood red skin, four arms, large horns on their heads and not a single stitch of clothing. The man could see they were males. Very well-endowed males. One of them looked at the man and spoke. It was the same voice. “Is it for your only-fans page?” The man frowned. “No? Too bad. You would have made a fortune. Not with what you have been shooting till now. With what we are going to do with you. To you. This will be worth thousands.

– A… Are you incubi?

– Wow, you really did your homework. Right on the first guess.

– Are you going to…”

The human blushed. The incubi laughed.

“Dam right we are. You see, we are not fans of trespassers here. And this is what you are. You should feel lucky. When the roles are reversed and human catch one of us trespassing on Earth, they kill him. We won’t kill you. We will just fuck you. A thousand ways.

– Please…

– Don’t bother begging. We will fuck you, it is non negotiable.

– No, that’s not it. Please… Hhhmmm…

– What is it?

– Please keep shooting with the camera.”

The human let his head drop after this statement. The incubi both laughed again.

“Oh gods, you are hilarious. Ok, ok. Here, give it to me.”

The incubus took the camera while his fellow approached the human. The human looked at the camera, sometimes glancing at humanoid coming toward him. He spoke again.

“I have once again been spotted by my studies. Two incubi have caught me during the shooting.

– Haha, are you narrating your own first meeting with incubi?

– Psychologically, the creatures seem both threatening and facetious. Physically, they look like large humanoids with more limbs. They are taller but also more brawny and much more endowed than they should be if it was proportionate.

– Come here.”

One of the right hands of the incubus caught the human head and pushed it to the upper left armpit. The lower arm on the left snaked across the neck, trapping the human in the moist, warm and smelly place. And yet the voice still came, muffled.

“The incubus is a strong creature, able to move my body as if I were a newborn. The skin is rougher than the human’s one. The body is much warmer. The smell… The smell is…” The human inhaled hard. And blushed. “The smell is strong but not unpleasant. And it has side effects. Arousal. Horniness. A sense of physical emptiness.

– You are a good scientist and a smart documentarist, human. Don’t worry, we will fill you soon.”

While keeping the man in place with his two left arms, the incubus used the claw of his right hands to shred the clothing to tatters. He pulled the remains away and the man was now as naked as the incubi. He looked small and frail next to them, but never thought about struggling or refusing.

The incubus lifted the body of his captive and made him rotate, so that the head was still stuck in the armpit and the ass and crotch were easily available to his right hands. As soon as the human was in place, the incubus licked a finger then pushed it into the available ass. The human stopped talking. Instead he moaned. Loud.

However, it didn’t last long.

“The heat of the skin remains whatever happens. The inserted finger brings warmth inside me, almost too much to bear. And yet, the feeling of emptiness has abated. Still present but less demanding.”

The incubus holding the camera kept filming, but added his own commentary :

“Gods, will he ever stop?

– I think he needs more fillings.

– Yes. Start with his ass, I will take care of his mouth.”

The incubus used his four arms to restrain the human. One hand holding each wrist and each ankle, he spread the human in the hair, face down. And then, pulling his arms to him, he impaled the human on his giant dick.

Paul screamed. Denizens of Hell within earshot looked toward the origin of the sound and approached, but fled as soon as they saw the two incubi. Incubi were already formidable opponents at any time, and they became almost invincible when having sex. Attacking two of them was a death wish.

In the meantime, the incubus fucked the human as he would fuck a fleshlight : holding it in his hands and going in and out of its opening. The human was panting and moaning. His body had adapted to the size of the cock, helped by the pheromones. The incubus with the camera filmed it all from every angle, zooming on the face to show the ecstasy it displayed. It spoke using the same flat tone as the human.

“The human creature resisted well but is not equipped to fight our capacities, both active and passive. His brain is now out of order, shut down by the pain, the pleasure and the pheromones. Look how empty his eyes are.” The camera zoomed on the face. “And yet, the creature still can be useful. He still has one hole that hasn’t been filled. One can see him opening it. Let’s use it.”

The incubus walked forward, still filming, and used his own gigantic cock to fill the human’s mouth. The human was now spitroasted by the two incubi and couldn’t be happier. It showed in his eyes, which were caught by the camera. As well as his mouth being stretched and filled by a blood red penis.

“I feel comfortable in him. What about you?

– Same. Shall we give him our gift?

– And send him back to his home?

– Of course, it will be so funny to watch the aftermath.

– Didn’t we promise him a thousand ways of fucking?

– There will be time later. Let’s tag him with our juice first.”

While talking, the incubi had been taking their cocks in and out of the human’s body. They could do that for as long as they wanted, voluntarily keeping their orgasms in check, without any pain or exhaustion.

“On three?

– Yes.”

They counted and orgasmed together, filling the body of the human with their thick and scalding sperm. If his brain had been working, the human would have felt and witness the changes brought. Instead, he just came too and fell out of consciousness. The incubi let him fall on the ground and chanted a spell. The human and all of his belongings disappeared in a flash.

All inhabitants left and went back to their own lives.


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When Paul woke up, he was in his own bed in his own house. At first he thought he had dreamt it all. But his aching body and the video in the camera told him it had been real enough. The lust and the need for sex both growing inside him notified him that he hadn’t been unscathed.

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Prompt was : Demon / devil


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Day 31


Aftercare - Days 1 to 15

Published on 31/10/2024
Tags: #gay #bondage #romance #aftercare #help #salvation #BDSM #consensual
Length: 2724 words.


Cont'd from day 1

Several months later, the Gold Master congratulated his sub. Once again, they were in the office, the Gold Master behind his deck, his sub in the large dog bed, with his laptop on his knees.

“You did very well, Spender. Not only did you manage to save a lot of money, but you got into the habit of checking your bank accounts pretty regularly. I’m proud of you.

– Thank you, Gold Master. … If I may…

– What is it?

– I wanted to show you this.”

He pressed a button and there was a sound notification from the Gold Master’s computer.

“Did you just send me a mail?

– Yes, Gold Master.

– Let’s see… A budget? Is this a budget?

– Yes, Gold Master.”

There was silence. Then the Gold Master stood up, left the room and, upon arriving in the corridor, fell to the ground, sobbing and crying.

Seeing this, James ran. In the corridor, he sat down on the corridor and took his sub in his arms.

“What is it, sub? What is the matter? Talk to me, please.”

The sub tried to calm down his sobs.

“A w— A wedding ceremony? An— and— and a honeymoon?

– Don’t you want it? I thought you lov—“

The sub jumped on James and cut him off with a long and hard kiss. It was salty, tasting like tears. When he stopped, he looked at James with hard eyes.

“I do!! I DO!! But…

– Shut up.”

The sub obeyed immediately. James stood up and helped his sub do the same. Then he pushed him toward the office and stopped him just on the other side. They face each other, both Master, each in his domain. James looked him straight in the eyes.

“I want to marry you. I want to go on a long honeymoon, with you. I want to love you. Not as Master and sub, not as Gold Master and Spender. Just us, as husband and husband. I love you.”

James didn’t have to wait long. Arms reached him and held him in a tight embrace.

“I love you too. I…”

It was too much. The sobs started again. But James let them happen : he now was sure they were sobs of joy.


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Cont'd from day 2

On a sunday afternoon, after my short postprandial nap, I chose some clothes from his closet and laid them on our bed. I found him in the laundry room. I watched him work and when he was finished, he looked at me with question in his eyes.

“Go get dressed, I put some clothes on the bed. I’ll be waiting for you in the sofa.”

He left the room without a word. When he came back, he went to kneel on the floor next to me. I stood up and stopped him.

“No. Come.”

I still didn’t explain a single thing. We took the car and I drove us to the city center. I parked and we started walking through the streets. He was one step behind, as usual. I stopped, reached for his hand and pulled him to me.

“Walk with me. As boyfriends. Ok? Let’s walk for a bit, together.”

He didn’t answer but I felt his fingers tighten around mine. We walked around and made small talk. After a while, I asked :

“Would you like some coffee and pie? I see that you do. Show me where you want to go. I want to know the tea house you like best.”

His smile was enough to warm my heart. His tight hug was enough to warm my whole body.


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Cont'd from day 4

I called him to my office. I had been surfing on the internet and it had made me horny. Not as much as he was, but enough to warrant action. He arrived, naked save for the chastity belt.

“You have been a very good boy, lately.

– Thank you, Sir.

– Do you think you deserve a reward?

– As you wish, Sir.

– What do you think?”

I insisted on the pronoun.

“I… I don’t know, Sir…

– Don’t you? Or are you afraid the question is a trap?

– … I… I am, Sir. Afraid, I mean.

– Your honesty is part of what makes you a good boy. This is not a trap. I really want your answer and whatever it is won’t change a thing. Do you think you deserve a reward?

– I really don’t know, Sir. I hope I do, but I don’t know.”

I didn’t answer. I was lost in thought, staring into space. He didn’t move.

“I’m horny, boy. I think your tight ass would help me. I want to fuck you. Come here.”

I tapped my legs. He came and sat on my lap. With my left arm, I held him against me. With the other I grabbed a key. He gasped. He knew which key it was. Still holding him, I used the key to unlock his belt. Little by little, I dismantle it, freeing him. He didn’t talk. He was shivering.

“Stand up and finish removing it. Put it on my desk.”

When he had obeyed, I took his hand in mine and led him to the bathroom. We showered together, each of us washing the other’s body. We were both very gentle. I think it brought him out of his subspace. When I decided we had had enough, I stopped the shower. Once again each of us took care of the other, this time with the large towels.

At last, I took him to our bed and we made love, one man to another.


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Cont'd from day 6

In the morning, Coach untied all laces and removed the boxing gloves. He caught each boy in one of his arms and hugged them both.

“Listen, boys. And listen well. I am not your lover, understood? I helped you because you needed it and because I want to be as sex positive as I can. Now that you’ve both been fucked, now that you know, I won’t fuck you any more. Find yourself boyfriends, sexfriends, husbands, whatever. Just live your life as you should. As if no one cares. Do you understand?

– Yes, sir/Coach!!

– Good. Now, go shower while I prepare some breakfast.”

After breakfast, the two young athletes prepared themselves to leave.

“Thank you, sir/Coach!!

– You can thank me two ways : have happy lives and do your best on the ring.

– Yes, sir/Coach!!


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Cont'd from day 7

He removed all ropes and twines from my body. I still didn’t move. I waited until he also removed the blindfold, gag and ear plugs.

“Are you alright?”

I just nodded.

“I know you want to see the raw pictures, but I’d rather not show them before postproduction. I promise you will be the first to see them and you will have final say on which will be published.”

He looked at me.

“You’re the most gorgeous model I know. Would you mind showing me your wrist?”

I joined my wrist in front of me and displayed them. He took the camera again, taking pictures of the places where the ropes had left their marks. It only took some seconds.

“Go take a shower and meet me in the kitchen, I’ll prepare a snack.”


When I came back, still naked, wearing nothing but towel around my shoulders, there was a hot cup of tea and a slice of apple pie on the table. I sat and enjoyed both of them. As for him, he slid under the table and sucked my cock.

I may be a shibari model, but I deserve to cum as much as he does.


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Cont'd from day 9

Dave left the office of Dr Stone with swollen eyes and exhaustion. He started walking toward the next bus stop, when he heard a voice hail him. He lifted his head toward the voice. There stood Joseph, leaning against his car. Of course Dave ran to his Master.

“Master, I—

– Shhhh… Silence, boy.” Dave shut his mouth. “Good. … I wanted to know how you feel, but I can see enough. Jump in. I’m taking you to a dinner, you deserve a good burger.”

Joseph drove, with his boy next to him. He put a hand on the boy’s thigh and slightly squeezed it. Nothing was said until they reached a dinner and were seated. They both ordered. When the waitress was gone, Joseph spoke.

“Boy, I am glad you accepted to see Jasmin. I’m glad you accepted the help.” The boy opened his mouth to talk. “I’m not finished!” The mouth closed again. “I want to keep on seeing you. I want to keep on domming you. I want to keep on hurting you. But only because you and I both like and want it. Not because you think you deserve it. So, go to your meetings with Dr Stone, keep talking to her like I’m sure you did. Get better. I will still be there for you.”

There were tears in their eyes. Fortunately, the waitress brought their plates. Joseph and his sub welcomed the break and started eating. They often looked at each other, trying to convey through their eyes the feelings each had for the other.


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Suite du jour 10

Quelques semaines plus tard, Je me dirigeai vers la metropole la plus proche. J’y avais deux objectifs.

En premier je fis un passage dans un sex-shop un peu kinky et j’y achetai le petit boitier pour jeux électriques. Je m’assurai que sa batterie était assez chargée pour l’utiliser.

En second, je partis dans une banlieue limitrophe. Là se trouvait un centre aquatique de détente. Bassins chauds, bains à bulles, saunas, hammams, douches froides, piscines en extérieur, rideaux de pluie… La totale.

Je rajoutai le petit boitier électrique aux deux serviettes et deux maillots de bain que contenait mon sac à dos. Une fois installé dans un vestiaire, je l’appliquai sur moi et je l’allumai. Et aussitôt, nous fûmes deux. Nous finîmes de nous changer et nous allâmes vers les bassins.

L’eau chaude, les bulles, les hammams et les saunas me firent beaucoup de bien. Le fait de m’y retrouver en tête à tête avec moi-même, au sens propre, décupla ce plaisir. Je profitai d’être accompagné par mon autre moi pour m’exciter un peu, dans les endroits à l’abri des regards. Les bulles des jaccuzi cachaient les mains qui malaxaient les paquets. La pénombre et la brume du hammam masquaient les baisers et les caresses.

Je me chauffai tout seul et j’allais sans doute le regretter, pendant le trajet retour, mais le jeu en valait clairement la chandelle.

Le spa était deja un de mes plus grands moments de plaisir, il allait devenir ma drogue, tant que je gardais le moyen d’y aller en tête à tête.


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Cont'd from day 11

Mathias was starting to feel depressed. He had realised the loneliness of his life and the downward cycle pulling him lower. Until a new man joined the force. At first, Mathias didn’t think of it and welcomed him as just another colleague. He respected his new colleague, even though he was younger in years. The newcomer was however very fit, very self-confident and pretty commanding. Matthias unconsciously felt attracted to him. The new policeman recognised the behaviour of Matthias. And accepted it. He was looking for a boyfriend who would also be his sub.

So, with subtlety, the dom stirred Mathias’ desire. He invited him often, and each time added more authority to his behaviour toward Mathias. Until one day, when he used his hand to make Mathias kneel in front of him. At that moment, Mathias understood too. He looked up at his new Master and tears flowed down his cheeks.

“You’re not alone any more, boy. I will take care of you. You will tell me everything. You will let me come into your life. I will make sure you are well. I will make sure you feel loved. Because that is the truth : you are loved.”

Mathias, still kneeling, bowed down and caught his Master’s leg in his arms. He was shivering, but his answer was loud and clear :

“Thank you, Master! Thank you!!”


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Cont'd from day 13

For several weeks, Daniel was starved. Not of food or drink. He was starved of alcohol and human relations. He received enough food, he was led to showers, he was pushed to gyms. His body was kept fit. But his mind, his heart was starved. No one acknowledged him. No one talked to him. Even when he was put in place for free use. The men on the other side of the wall talked about him but not to him.

When the colonel thought it was time, he went to Daniel. He called him. Daniel, not used any more to anyone acknowledging him, felt lost. The colonel called him again. Daniel went to him. Slowly, unsure. When he reached the man, he was rewarded. A hand petted his head and the voice complimented him.

“Good boy.”

Something broke inside Daniel. From then on, he would follow this man anywhere in the world. And he did. Wherever the colonel went, if Daniel wasn’t restrained, he would follow. The colonel played on it. Once in a while, he made sure Daniel was restrained then left the room. Other times, he would talk to him like one talks to a well behaved dog. He commended Daniel after each and every shift he did at the brothel.

The colonel had placed himself in stead of any craving Daniel had before. Now Daniel craved the presence and the acknowledgment of this man. The man used this. He did not abuse it. And thus Daniel, although now slave to another man, receive a future, him who had formerly lost all chances at a good life.


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Suite du jour 14

Les premiers jours furent affreux pour Christophe. Son corps était empli de souffrance et semblait tordu, complètement inhumain. Son esprit luttait, partagé entre d’un côté ses mémoires et ses comportements précédents et d’un autre côté un instinct puissant qui le poussait à la violence et et à l’inhumanité.

Heureusement, Jacques et Samuel l’accompagnèrent. Ils avaient aussi vécu ce moment et savaient comment accompagner Christophe. Petit à petit, ils le ramenèrent à la réalité. Son corps avait guéri seul, ne souffrant plus, se sentant au contraire rajeunir. Et son esprit, guidé, dirigé, cajolé par les deux hommes avait réussi à s’accommoder de sa nouvelle part bestiale.

Lorsque Christophe eut repris ses esprits, ses deux nouveaux compagnons de meute l’entrainèrent. Ils lui expliquèrent quelques règles, soit imposées par sa nouvelle nature, soit imposées par leur humanité ou par les autres créatures surnaturelles. Mais surtout ils lui expliquèrent comment mener une vie quasi-identique à celle qu’il avait avant. C’était possible et ils connaissaient les astuces à suivre.

Enfin, ils lui expliquèrent comment se transformer. Christophe pouvait maintenant prendre plusieurs formes, de celle d’un humain à celle d’un loup, en passant par plusieurs étapes intermédiaires.

Bien évidemment, ils profitèrent aussi du corps de chacun des autres. Tout avait commencé par une séance de baise et, tant qu’à passer du temps ensemble, autant que la baise continue.

Cependant, le summum, le pinnacle de ces vacances et un des meilleurs moments de toute la vie de Christophe fut la nuit où, accompagné de ses nouveaux amis, ils partirent dans les bois, sous leur forme de loup pour une course en pleine nature, sans aucun autre témoin que la pleine lune.


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Cont'd from day 15

Hours later, back home, Aldric removed almost all restraints from Sam’s body. He left the cage in place. They took a quick shower and Aldric led Sam to the bed, where he tied him spreadeagled. Then he removed the cage. The hard nubs had left their traces and Aldric didn’t want to injure his boy. He used some lotion to calm the pain and hydrate the skin. Then he hugged the boy.

“Your punishment is not over, boy. Tonight was just a part of it. A hard part, but a part nonetheless. You had to ask for it. Well, now you will receive, whether you are ready or not. A full night of bondage is also part of it. I hope it will teach you not to tell everything that crosses your mind.”

Sam didn’t say a word. He had been taught to only speak when asked a direct question.

“I see you can remember your lesson. This is a good sign for your future.”

Aldric moved and kissed his boy on his lips.

“Good night, boy, sleep tight.”

Aldric chuckled at his own pun.

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Prompt was : Aftercare


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