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 : Domestic servitude - Submission
- Day 2 : Thiccness - Muzzle
- Day 3 : no text yet
- Day 4 : Begging - Denial - Sex toys
- Day 5 : no text yet
- Day 6 : Boxing gloves - Ass play
- Day 7 : Shibari - Sensation play
- Day 8 : Anal toys - Wrists to ankles bondage - One night stand
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.
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.
Day 3
to be published
Published on TBD
Tags: TBD
Length: N/A.
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
Day 5
to be published
Published on TBD
Tags: TBD
Length: N/A.
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
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
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.
