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Corey could barely make out what his uncle was saying. It was all distant squeaks. Though, having the tiny body in his underwear did make the young guy’s dick stiffen. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to be reduced to the size of his index finger, and pressed against a cock that was bigger than him, while soft. His uncle’s louder squealing was an indication of how much he wanted to avoid being part of that work out. Corey laughed, taking a seat in the man’s office. Leaning back to get comfortable, Corey lowered his shorts and jock front, revealing the tiny body stuck inside. “You’re so fucking small.” His laughter came out in a roar, as he reached for Benjamin and placed him on the tip of his already hard dick. “Look at uncle Benny. You're like a toy. My toy, and you're stuck like this.” Not really, just until Corey figured out how to reverse his shrinking powers. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm in my jock at night. How does that sound?” He picked up the older man and placed him on his hard chest, so he'd actually hear Benji's pleas.

this wasn't happening. nope. this was all just a bad dream, or tommy was smoking too close to the vents again and he was having a bad reaction to whatever his bartender was smoking. as much as benjamin wished that were the case, as he shaken around and jostled against corey's cock he had this sinking feeling in his stomach this was very. very. real.

"corey please," he squeaked out, his voice cracking as he tried to raise his voice loud enough to actually be heard now that he was small; and muffled by his nephew's jock. "can't we talk about this? you don't need to get even, we can..." grunting, and moaning a bit, benjamin experienced a very strange sensation as he felt corey's massive hand grip and massage at himself; smothering benjamin against his cock, and pushing the man into the thick bush of pubes at the base. "corey, don't." benjamin yelled out at the thought of being stuck in there at all let alone while corey worked out. "you wouldn't."

#vagabottoms benjamin

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Corey laughed at the sight of his uncle's size. And into the jock the older man went. Luckily, for Benjamin, he'd showered that morning, but it'd been a while since he shaved his pubes. "I don't want an explanation." He spoke into the jock, violently shaking his junk from side to side. The tight jock he was wearing would keep Benjamin from flying out. "I want to get even."

All Corey knew was that his uncle had made rules specifically prohibiting him from enjoying a night in the bar. "You're gonna be my personal crotch scratcher. You're gonna live in there from now on." He massaged his bulge, effectively pressing Benjamin against his dick. "I'll check on you, after I hit the gym." He waited to hear more of his uncle's squealing.

it might not have been fair but benjamin had gotten into the habit of turning his nephew away whenever he showed up at the bar. in fact it was written in the new rules he passed out to his bartenders that they weren't to serve him. he wasn't trying to wrong corey he was just trying to look out for him; crabby dan's wasn't a place he needed to be caught hanging out.

"corey," benjamin sighed when the door to his office opened and, once again, it was his nephew. "bud, i know you're mad at me but let me explain..." rising from his desk the man planned to try and explain himself but suddenly he was falling. no. he wasn't falling. he was shrinking. "what the hell is going on?" he cried out, his voice more of a squeak to match his comically small body as he was lifted up into corey's grip. "corey-- what are you doing? what did you do?" he barely managed to scream the question out before he was being stuffed into the young man's jock; his face, and entire body for that matter, smothered against the younger's flaccid cock.

#vagabottoms benjamin

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Marty's torso was long, smooth, covered in tight, pale skin. Slim, with some definition. Muscles had become more visible after working on the farm. His dick, while limp, was long and hanging completely over his balls. The only hair on his body was centered around his penis, and under his arms. Even though the young guy didn’t think it was anything spectacular, he could see the way Dante was looking at it. As if longing for it. At least, that’s the impression Marty got. 

There was a gentle smile on Marty’s lips as the older man apologized, and then continued explaining himself. He gave a simple head shake at the question about being weirded out, but didn’t speak, letting the man ramble on his thoughts. It was kind of funny, like Dante was trying to fill any awkwardness with words, but Marty didn’t feel awkward about being checked out, or being prodded by the man’s cock. 

Eyes continued lingering over the other man, until he finally said it was time for a drink. All the while he’d been thinking about what it’d be like to have his boss on his knees for him. Picturing doing dirty things with the man. Not just fucking, but exploring some of his kinks. Before he realized, his dick had shot up. Looking down at Dante’s hand on his hip, he let the man move him under the water. Sighing softly as the water hit his tender skin. 

“Go ahead.” He voiced, opening his mouth slightly. He took a breath before his next move. Reaching for Dante’s hard dick, he moved it up to press against his stomach, keeping his palm against the bottom vein to hold it there. “Now you can get as close as you’d like.” A playful grin moving off his lips as he let them wrap on the bottle. Dante had mentioned he’d be happy to see him be so bold. Marty had taken the words as an invitation, though he still wondered what was going through Dante’s mind now.

"I'm happy to hear you'd be so bold," Dante said, "Maybe we can find other ways to use that boldness." It was flirty, with a promise of days to come. There were plenty of weeks left in the ranch season. If this was a new level of intimacy they both enjoyed, there was no end to the fun they could have. Then Marty turned around, exposing his naked, glistening wet body to Dante's eyes. And the man fell for it hook like and sinker. Marty's eyes almost told him to look, and Dante's eyes couldn't resist dropping down the torso to get a glimpse of the younger man's bulge. His body was immaculate. So tight, so small, so young, but still a man grown. He was Dante's type and more. Dante felt his blood rising. "Guilty," he said, eyes flashing back up to Marty's. "Sorry I couldn't resist. I hope it's okay?" he asked. For a moment it seemed like he was asking forgiveness for looking at Marty's body. Then he glanced down at his own bulge. "I can't really get too close to you without this thing accidentally brushing up against you. Does that weird you out?" He asked it gently. Like they were dancing closer and closer together, but hadn't yet connected. "For some guys, when another dick touches them, even in a shower, they get really nervous and self conscious." Dante smiled, "It won't make you gay!" He joked, chuckling as the water continued to pour over them. "But I think now might be the perfect time for a drink." Dante grabbed one of the cold beers he'd pulled aside. He used the bottle opener to crack the cap off and threw it into the grass. There were probably hundreds of bottles caps out there buried under the grass and mud. "Now, you can pour your own beer, but it's not as much fun. Your body knows the cold is coming. It's better. So you're gonna stand here," Dante against put a guiding hand on Marty's hip, moving him so the hardest part of the stream of water was crashing against the back of his neck and the top of his shoulders. "And I'm gonna put the beer to your lips so you can drink it. Okay?" Dante said, moving the neck of the bottle towards Marty's mouth.

#realbcys dante

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James watched the hunky twink continue stroking his growing cock. He enjoyed watching the other unable to decide where he wanted his line of sight to go. The dominant man let him continue to struggle with that, as James began absentmindedly playing with his blonde locks. He was facing the submissive, one arm propped over the couch’s headrest, long legs extended and crossed at the ankles. His focus was primarily on Fabian, taking note of his facial gestures mostly, seeing how much pleasure this seemed to bring him, but occasionally looking at the way he touched himself. “Focus on the TV.” He ordered, voice direct and calm at the same time. “Watch Elliot’s messy blowjob.” 

The movie continued with the older man desperately trying to take James’ long veiny dick. Saliva spilling from the corners of the mouth, easily coating his face and James’ cock. The young Dom teased the submissive by pulling back, making Elliot work to try to get more of his dick. As the camera zoomed out slightly, it was shown that the man wore a thick leather collar. It was chained to the wall behind him. James chuckled, in the video, giving the man little tastes before pulling away. ‘What a desperate little cock whore you’ve become.’ He used his length to slap Elliot across the face. ‘Yes, Master. Need your cock. Please let me have more.’ Said the eager man.

James continued watching Fabian, feeling himself already hard. He would show restraint, for now, focusing his attention on the new submissive. Colored eyes eventually moved down to the man’s dick, noticing the pre oozing out of him. “Clean that precum with your free hand. Two fingers.” James leaned forward as he voiced the instructions. “Then bring it to your mouth.” He smiled, as he watched Fabian for a moment. “All the way into your mouth, and don’t pull them out until I say.” He talked slowly, making sure the instructions were clear for Fabian.

The shushing finger against Fabian's lips cut him off mid ramble. It was confusing at first, then Fabian heard the admonishment. Concise. He'd have to work on that, he guessed. "Yes sir," he said curtly, as his speech was corrected. But he said no more, remembering the first rule about not speaking. His underwear were now in James' hands, but James made no move to get undressed, and that thrilled Fabian as he was commanded to sit on the couch. He got up from all fours and sat, his bare ass pressed against the unusual sensation of the knit fabric. It was kind of scratchy. Some part of him already loved this. Just being naked on a space he wasn't usually supposed to. Sitting next to a man fully dressed. It was a rush. So when James put on the video, where a man was wearing a gag that forced his mouth open, and started to push a cock into him, Fabian was already starting to puff up. His cock was responding the same way it would at home, only this was hotter, knowing that he was seeing James' cock in the video, hearing his voice. He watched him gag this older man with his cock, then pull back and spit into the open mouth. And the man couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Stroke yourself"

The order came suddenly. Or at least, it felt sudden. Fabian had been fully engrossed in the video. James had chosen a good one. Fabian's head snapped to look at James, then down at his own still-flaccid -but-engorged bulge. "O-okay," he said, reaching down with his right hand to start playing with his cock. At first he used three fingers, hooking his index and middle finger into sort of a cradle, using his thumb to push his penis into those fingers, which he tightened down over the head to create a squeezing, tight friction. Fabian was surprised to find his cockhead immediately oozing precum. Then again, this whole idea had been incredibly hot since the moment he heard about it. He wasn't surprised that his dick was already eager to leak for him. Fabian kept doing this, rolling his cock against his fingers, as it started to grow a little larger. He was torn between looking down at himself, over at James, or back at the video. It was impossible to keep all three in view and yet he wanted to see all of them. Again, the obscenity of him stroking himself while someone else calmly watched was exciting in and of itself. The video of the man gagging on James' dick was a bonus.

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James remained seated, eyes attached to the twink. A half-face smile on his lips. He planned to remain dressed for most of this portion. He took in every new trace of skin he was introduced to. Every motion made by Fabian was devoured by the dominant man’s gaze. As eyes set on the man’s torso, Nico pictured an array of tattoos scattered over Fabian’s body. That’d look hot, he thought to himself. 

His smile grew when Fabian finally approached him on his hands and knees. Without a word or praise, he took the pair, raising them up, loving the bright color. When he heard Fabian begin, he finally set the underwear down. He listened to Fabian speak for a moment before James put a finger to the sub's mouth. “Concise.” He kept the finger there. “Messy blowjobs will do.” He added, on the stern side. He looked through his collection of videos knowing which one he was going to. When he found the video, he started it. “Sit back on the couch.” 

The video began with an older man wearing a spider gag. His face covered the entire screen. He was drooling all over his chin, looking up with lust. A veiny cock came into the shot, burying itself into the man’s open mouth. He went deep until the guy’s gag reflex was hit. He choked, then you could see James spitting into his mouth. ‘You’re getting better’, he said in the video, then pushed his cock in again. ‘Keep fucking yourself on my cock until you can take it all.” He brought the sub back on the cock, letting the man bob his head.

"Stroke yourself." Was James' simple order.

It began. Fabian tried to follow the rules. There were a lot of them. But he figured if he just did as he was told, he'd be fine. Right? So he just nodded, a quick "Yes sir," popping out of his mouth as James told him the proper way to address him. Some part of Fabian resented being made to raise his hand like a schoolkid, but he figured it was shorthand both of them could understand, and he didn't want to seem difficult on the very first instruction. So he just nodded. "Pinecone. Got it," he confirmed. Then he was commanded to get naked, which was...expected. The second bit about offering his underwear was a little more out there. But it would be no different than a guy asking to keep his underwear as a trophy so, he stood up and started taking his clothes off. First his shoes, which he kicked off effortlessly. Then his fingers undid the belt that kept his somewhat baggy jeans tight on his hips. Those pushed down almost immediately once freed, and Fabian stepped out of them, folding them up the bets he could (not very well) and setting them on the footrest that was indicated. He tugged his socks off and folded them into a little bundle inside-out style. Then he pulled everything on his upper body off in one motion. Hoodie, t-shirt, and undershirt all lifted up over his head, and once more he folded them with intention but not with much skill. He plopped that three-in-one bundle on top of his jeans. Then finally his underwear, and Fabian opened his mouth to ask 'these too?' but he caught himself in time. Of course those, too. He was supposed to offer them to James. He couldn't do that if they were on his body. So Fabian pushed down the pair of bright yellow boxer-briefs and stepped out of them. Fabian was now naked in front of this fully clothed man, and something about that excited him. He couldn't exactly place why. But it made him smile as he knelt down, and, having nowhere else to put his underwear, he bit down on one corner of the waistband, crawling on all fours towards James before pausing in front of the couch and sitting back with his butt on his ankles, holding the pair of underwear up on both hands, like a priest might offer something to a greek god. "I thought about the porn question," he said, once he was ready and in position. "I love ones with messy blowjobs. Gagging, drooling, spit. Stuff like that. I also like ones where the guy is blindfolded or gagged or has earphones in while people touch him. Or handcuffed." he paused, then nodded. "And the ones where the guy is tied up in a way that moving one thing makes a toy dig deeper or pulls on his nips or something."

#realbcys fabian

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“Well, I would’ve taken a shower with you on the first day with no hesitation.” Marty replied, though if that was true or not, he wasn’t sure. He’d grown so close to Dante in the last few weeks, he couldn’t remember not being so comfortable with him. It was easy to say he'd taken the shower the first day, now that they were currently doing it. 

Marty watched as the man picked up his sweaty boxers for him. He liked watching the older man do stuff for him, and being the one to give out the orders. He found he enjoyed this newfound intimacy between the boss and employee. “Ah, that’s nice,” he said at the first pressure on his shoulders. He could get used to this. Having the other man tending to him. Marty wondered if they’d keep it going beyond today, or what he could do to take it further.

Low sighs escaped the twink as the massage continued, eyes rolling back in pleasure. But it was the hand on his naked form that started turning him on. Something about it felt so intimate and hot. “Mhm.” Voice calm, nodding slowly. After a moment, he raised his brow, trying to identify the feeling brushing against his ass. “Is that you?” Marty asked, moving his hands to feel his cheek, just as he turned to see the only thing it could be was Dante’s bulge. “Oh, that’s right. We’re naked in a shower, standing closely together.” He added jokingly. As if the massage had transported him. He looked at the bulge for a moment, before turning his body fully to face Dante. Daring the other, with his look, to get a gaze at his own package.

"I would've told you that was inappropriate and suggested, in a playful way, that maybe I should get to know you first." Dante answered smoothly, like he didn't have to think about it. He'd probably had ranch hands who were exactly that forward. "Either you would've accepted that answer and ended up here, or you would've kept pushing after you were told no, and I'd know you didn't deserve to be right here. With me." Dante nodded. When told to pick his underwear up, Dante also didn't hesitate. He had made the mess. So he bent down, scooped up the underwear, and shoved it into the back pocket of Marty's jeans against the barn wall. Then he stepped back close to Marty, hovering just close enough to feel the warmth of the water coming from the spigot. After all, it was getting colder out as the sun went down, and he'd just stripped naked. Luckily, the shower had multiple nozzles close together, and Dante turned on a second one for himself. It was close enough that the two men would be bumping hips if they stood side by side. "I think that's an excellent idea, Marty," Dante said with a grin. He stepped closer to him, reaching his hands up and gripping both of Marty's shoulders. The hot water was doing most of the work, but Dante felt the thrill of contact against his skin, happily kneading the flesh of his shoulders and his upper back. "You're really tight, aren't you?" he asked, digging his hands in harder against his skin. He lowered one hand to Marty's waist to steady him while the other really dug into the sore muscles. He barely noticed that his cock had begun to puff up while he touched the twinkish boy, his bulge lightly tapping Marty's asscheek every minute or so.

#realbcys dante

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"Of course I enjoyed it. And I'm wanna enjoy a blow job like that every day from now on." He smirked, getting his weight off Jace. "Is that going to be a problem?" He reached for Jace's cock over his pants, just to see how hard he was.

Jace obeyed until the load exploded over his mouth and face. He swallowed down what he could in a few gulps since it was thick, slowly licking was was on his face as he rose to get up. “That tasted better than I thought it would. I hope you enjoyed it too.”

#themysticcircle jace

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Zeke grinned, thinking about the harness. Sure, he was unable to leave Niklas' side, for unexplainable reasons, but he wasn't clueless. "Fuck, I just wanna get inside you." He pulled Niklas onto his lap, kneading his ass. "Ride my dick." He voiced, undoing his jeans.

“Oh yeah? You really need to be careful with the online shopping babe…. You can’t always trust it…” he let the shirt be taken off of him, licking the drips of precum up his cock like a melting popsicle

#divineandmundane niklas

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The man who had put the O-ring back on the house boy got on his knees in front of him. He raised Brigg's head so the other was looking up at him. "You're so pretty with your mouth open for me." He grinned, pushing his hard cock into the open hole.

Briggs didn’t mind the degrading things being written on him, he was more upset about how difficult it would be to scrub the ink off after this party, his master liked his skin to be pristine, he had gotten all his body hair lasered off and had a rather expensive skincare routine he underwent to keep his skin smooth and supple

#divineandmundane briggs

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Steven smirked. "You're going to make a perfect cock-warmer." He pulled Vega's head back. "Now grab me a beer, so I can relax on the throne while you keep my cock warm in your perfect mouth for the rest of the night."

Vega followed the order obediently, staring up at his god calmly, continuing to suck with all his skill, even as his air was cut off, not struggling at all as he simply served his function

#divineandmundane vega

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Despite the frustration and desperation within the weirdo, Dakota’s eyes were filled with nothing but admiration and lust. A look of longing remained as he took in every inch of skin glowing in the dark in the dark room. When he looked Parker in the eyes, he wanted to see the same look in his eyes. Why didn’t Parker have the same look in his eyes!? Why didn’t Parker smile, like he had earlier that day!? Why doesn’t he want to love me!? In his deluded mind, there is no way Dakota could’ve misinterpreted the earlier interaction. 

The harder Parker struggled on the ground, the harder Dakota pressed on his back. “I love you, Parker.” He whispered in the other’s ear, kissing down his soft pale back. “You’ll see how much I love you.” The man’s legs were sloppily secured, but enough to keep Parker from using them. This gave the stalker the opportunity to secure his love’s hands properly, tying them together at the wrists. “I’ve dreamed about this for so long.” He gasped, thick fabric tape placed over Parker’s mouth. 

“I know you’ll love this.” He sat on Parker’s legs, kneading at the round ass cheeks. “You can trust me, baby. I would never do anything bad to you.” He affirmed without a hint of doubt. The twisted creep truly believed his words, that this was all to show his devotion and love. He spread the cheeks apart, letting a large wad of spit land between them, then he pressed his face into it. Licking up the crack continually, moaning, savoring his taste. “So good, baby.” He began to focus on the entrance, tongue licking around it.

Ironically, what made Parker tick might have even worked out nicely for Dakota under different circumstances. After all, being showered with compliments and attention wasn't exactly a turn-off for the blonde. Having a secret admirer, gawking at him from a distance, might have even been flattering to his ego. Creepy in some way, sure, but not something Parker couldn't get into. Hell, had he been aware of his stalker, maybe he'd even been tempted into provoking the other. Putting on a show for the mystery guy lurking in the darkness. This could have been a twisted fantasy - but the fact that he'd not seen this coming in the slightest made Parker realize just how scary it was in reality. Dakota might not have come across as intimidating to him under normal circumstances, but nothing about this was normal. He was naked, exposed, vulnerable... and the other boy was clearly obsessed out of his mind.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but-", he muttered angrily, only to stop talking all at once when Dakota raised his voice and told him to. For some reason, it wasn't until this very moment that Parker fully grasped just how far the other was ready to go here. There was no turning back for Dakota, that much was becoming clear. Until this moment, this could've been just some weirdly misguided attempt to act on a crush... but the blonde realized it was more than that once he was forced to the floor. His eyes had adapted to the darkness enough by now that he saw the rope as the other took it out of the bag, though there was no stopping Dakota from binding his legs even as Parker struggled to break free. "What are you doing?! Stop! Let me go!", he shouted, part of him knowing it would probably be smarter to give in, to try and pretend he was going along with this and hope that'd appease Dakota - but the panic was taking over, making it hard for the blonde to keep calm.

#assfcrdays parker

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“That’s cute.” Marty said with a soft smile. “I do, but I just like being naked in general.” Nobody had ever called Marty a confident man. He didn’t think his body was much to look at, but one thing the younger man appreciated was comfort, and he felt most comfortable when he was hanging out with minimal clothing.

He hung his dirty work clothes on the hooks, holding the beer by the neck. “And if, on my first day here, I had said to you I wanted to take a shower with you?” He questioned, eyes fixed on the older man, as Dante had a hand on his chin. Dante was the boss, so Marty understood why he couldn’t just go around having a shower with any ranch hand, but the younger guy wondered if he’d still be as shy if it was the ranch hand suggesting it. Though Dante didn’t seem very shy, the way he was looking at Marty. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you take a picture later.” Moving his fingers up to the older man’s chin in the same manner. Again, Marty didn’t think he was much to look at, but he liked that he had caught the attention of the older man. 

“Yeah, and it was not easy work.” Marty commented, but he wasn’t complaining. He had struggled the first week or two, but he was earning a living and he was proud of that. He let the steam hit his face, as he reached out to feel the water. That’s when he felt his underwear yanked down. “Geez Dante, if you wanted to undress me you should’ve said so. Now you get to hang them up!” He stepped out of the fallen boxers, but didn’t actually think Dante would take them to the hook. 

Since Dante hadn’t hidden the way he was staring at the younger's body, Marty felt he was free to do that same. Glancing over as Dante spoke, taking steps into the hot spraying water. When he took that final step, he set his beer away from the heat, somewhere in Dante’s reach. “You know what would be a nice reward to give your hard-working ranch hand?” He let the water run down his face for a moment, then turned around so it was hitting his neck just right. “I don’t know, maybe once you’ve brought them out here, you could give them a massage, clean them, make them feel good.” He hadn't thought those last words would sound so suggestive until he said them. What he meant was 'make them feel appreciated'.

"Let's just say I'm a little shy," Dante answered, clearly hedging his answer. "I don't like being naked in front of just anyone. So most of the time I keep my showers to myself." As he spoke, he unbuckled his pants, showing Marty a pair of hooks on the side of the barn. Usually they were for horse tack, or ropes, but tonight he hung his clothes on them as he stripped out, keeping them up off the ground while they took their shower.

"You gotta get to know somebody before you ask them to take a shower with you. Some guys, they aren't into that kinda thing. If you ask before you know them, you might spook off a great ranch hand. So I like to take it slow. Take a couple weeks to really figure out what kinda stuff you're made of." Dante playfully reached out, grabbing Marty's chin between his two fingers and shaking the boy's head from side to side. "The fact that we're both here, well, that means you passed inspection." Dante didn't hide the way he raked his eyes down Marty's body and then back up. Sure, it was part of the 'inspection' joke, but Dante was committing this slender waist and that sinful scoop of a belly button to memory. He inspected longer than any normal person making a joke would. "All my ranch hands are good workers, but the only the best men get to share shower beers."

Dante leaned over to feel the water coming out of the shower head. It stung against his hand, hot and hissing. The steam was visible as it escaped into the evening twilight. "Plus, this way it feels like a reward. You worked hard for all those weeks, and now you get a new privilege." Dante, in a fit of boldness, reached forward and tugged down on Marty's underwear, stripping the boy of his last clothing just to see how he might respond to that kind of sudden intimacy. Then, once Marty was naked, Dante shrugged out of his own boxer briefs, leaving both men standing bare-assed in the twilight.

"Now, the secret to an excellent shower beer," Dante said, as if being naked together was no big deal, "Is to keep your beer sealed and icy cold until after the water is warming up your skin." Dante reached into his pants hanging on the wall, plucking his bottle opener from it and holding it in his hand. "So come get under this water, and when the time is right, I'll crack the beer open. It's magical, you'll see." Dante spoke as he gestured for Marty to step under the showerhead.

#realbcys dante

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“It is indeed a kink.” James smiled in response. “I enjoy the occasional public play. Mostly in places designed for kinky activities, BDSM clubs, etcetera.” A chuckle escaped him as he remembered a time in a more formal setting. “There was this one time, this hot Norwegian guy took me to some art gallery opening. I had him drinking my piss out of his champagne flute all night.” Eyes flickered away in reminiscence, as he remembered the hot older sub. Looking back at Fabian a moment later, rejoining the conversation. “I didn’t think you were a virgin. You’re cute, adorable, even, but you also look like you like to get fucked good.” Pinching Fabian's chin, as he studied the twink’s face. 

James grinned when the boy finally answered. “Call me, Sir.” He voiced, getting more comfortable on the couch. One leg on the cushion, completely facing Fabian. “Now, we’re going to do some dominance and submission. I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to obey. You won’t speak unless granted permission. Though, I’ll let you ask a total of five questions at any time. You may raise your hand to do so. If I ask you a question, you will keep your answers concise. Your safeword is pinecone.”

A breath. “Now, stand, take off all your clothes, fold them, and set them on that surface.” Gesturing to where he would put them. “You will crawl to me and present your underwear as an offering.” The way one would present an offering to a god. “Begin.” He said as he reached for the remote. “Oh, and tell me. What kind of porn do you like, boy? Any scenarios or kinks that really get you going?”

"No, nope. Never." Fabian said, worried that might disqualify him, although James didn't seem upset by the knowledge. Still, he'd failed job interviews for less than 'total and complete lack of knowledge surrounding the job in question'. And this totally felt like a job interview. To be this guy's playtoy. What a wild situation Fabian found himself in. Even wilder, he found that he wanted this. In the last couple of seconds, his pride had been put on the line. Like somehow, in revealing his vulnerabilities, he now was determined to get the job.

"Like I said it's all been mostly normal stuff. Sucking and fucking. The kinkiest thing I've done...were like handjobs in a movie theater once. That's a kink right? Doing stuff in public?" It had been the other guy's idea, to jerk each other off during a showing of The Winter Soldier. Nobody noticed little moans and giggling in between all the explosions. Fabian had just gone with the flow that time, too. He always enjoyed the ride, no matter what that ride was. "I've done plenty of like, regular sex, though. I'm not like a virgin or anything. I just haven't done much kinky sex. I typically just do what my partner likes. I find what turns them on and do that." Fabian knew that every guy he'd had sex with ended a happy customer. He was proud of that. He just hadn't had a ton of adventurous or rough partners, not like James wanted to be. James highlighted exactly how different he was from Fabian's previous sexcapades when he described the upcoming "audition". Dom and Sub. Fabian had no idea what that entailed. Discipline, Fabian had an idea what to expect there and his ass was already mad at him for agreeing to this. Then "lots of fucking". Vaguely Fabian wondered how long this audition was if there was going to be Lots of fucking, but the question was quickly forgotten when James pushed onward. Only after that would they discuss kinks.

James had made it quite clear that all the other stuff: the bondage, the roughness, those were the baseline. The expected. Fabian was expected to submit to those without question. Something about this level of intensity, much higher than Fabian had ever experienced...turned him on a lot. This was some whole other world of sex. Something Fabian had never dipped his toe into. And he was going into the deep end butt naked. The experience was guaranteed to be exciting.

So when James asked if he was read, Fabian had a smile on his face as he nodded. "Yea of course. Strap me up boss. This is gonna be wild." If only he had any idea of just how wild it was going get from here on out...

#realbcys fabian

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Nathaniel’s chuckle was soft but knowing. He could see the flustered demeanor upon the other. He’d seen it before, on other students. Either, Jack was naturally bashful around teachers or he had a little crush. Which was perfect for Nathaniel. When the last student left, the professor walked to the door, and locked it. He closed the blinds. “There, now we can concentrate.” He moved back to his seat and after a few clicks of his computer he’d pulled up the the last assignment Jack had turned in. “Come sit.” He patted the empty chair next to him. "How do you feel about the subject overall?"

Jack watched as his classmates left the room as he listened to his professor speaking. He nodded at a few of his friends as they passed him until it was just him and Nathaniel alone in the room. This was Jack's last class of the day and was planning on heading to the gym before he had dinner, but when Nathaniel said about the score he would need and about him staying behind, he knew his plans would have to be on hold. When Nathaniel leaned in closer to Jack, he couldn't help but to feel his heart skip a beat for a moment. "I'd love to be with you." He just blurting that out without thinking. "I mean, yes I believe it would be beneficial for me." Jack said trying to cover up the fact he just told Nathaniel he wants to sleep with him.

#seductionofthefourthkind jack

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Anthony was a long-time ‘purger’, at this point, and this was by far the prettiest man he’d come across in here. An mischievous smirk spread on his face as he admired Leo's appearance, feeling a surge of excitement. “I’m doing whatever the hell I feel like doing.” He declared, giving Leo’s shoulder a tap, hard enough to ache. Just then another purger walked by. “Damn, you got a real nice one, man. You gotta let me play with it, later.” Suggested the other man as he continued on. Anthony smirked. “You know what… Go round up some guys, and we’ll have fun with this guy.”

Another harder slap went to Leo’s balls. “Look at this pathetic little dick.” Anthony laughed. “Now, repeat after me: I am Master Anthony’s slave, and I have a pathetic little dick.” He didn’t anticipate the man to cooperate. One of Anthony's favorite aspects of this place was the dedication everyone showed to their roles. Which he still very much believed Leo was playing as well; there was no reason to believe this man had snuck in. Anthony reached for the leather cuffs he would use to restrain Leo’s arms and legs, roughly fasting the first one to a wrist.

Despite being as rich as he was, having a powerful father...Leo could not help but be drawn to dangerous things and find thrills and interest in things beyond wealth. Like right now, in a place like this which truth be told could be just about anything in disguise. Who was to say it was just an intense haunted house? But either way, Leo found himself not exploring for that long before he found himself on the ground and a towering figure above him looking at him like a wolf would its next meal, its prey. Of course he struggled - squirming and fighting it as he was collared and overpowered - dragged off, cursing this man out as his heart raced wildly.

"Get your hands of me you-" He was cut off, his eyes catching the sight of a room they were passing of guys in cages. Some in similar collars, some bound and some calling for help. He had no idea if they were victims, paid actors or something else but soon enough Leo was dragged further off by leash and collar. Chained to the wall, the sound of fabric tearing off his body to reveal himself to Anthony.

"Is that your catchphrase? It needs work" He sneered, even now bound and naked he still had bite in his words. Now fully able to take in the man before him and what he looked like. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He snapped despite the adrenaline coursing through his body.

#courtesons leo

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He had no words as he notices Liam’s tearing up. The only thing he can think is how well he is making Corey look right now, and he wants to kick himself. He should be doing the opposite, making Liam hate Corey, so that the other man will dump him. That would leave Liam open to dating him when he returned to this original body. But as he heard Liam’s words, he knew he couldn’t bring himself to be mean to the other. Even if someone else would get all the blame. Instead he held the man tight. 

“Why I wanted to date you?” The words lingered in the air for a moment. Of course, he knew why he wanted to date Liam, but the question was why Corey wanted to date him. “I wanted to date you because you’ve got the prettiest eyes in town, and a body I just had to get my hands on.” He grinned, as he let his hands wander over Liam’s muscular form. That sounded like something Corey would say, he thought. “But I am still dating you because inside you’re just as beautiful. And that’s what I like the most.” He planted a quick kiss. 

“They don’t sound like very good teammates. It doesn’t sound like much of a team if they can’t even accept their best player.” You could say he was protective of Liam, whether he was pretending to be Corey or not. “Yeah, for as long as I’ve known you, it’s always seemed like football was your whole life. Do you have other secret interests?” He asked, trying to learn more about him. “This all sounds like something you should be telling your parents, though. Make them understand you’re not happy. If they love you, they’ll understand.”

For a moment, he worried if he had been a bit too honest and ended up offending Corey. It sounded like Liam was trying to change him and didn't love him for who he was. After all, he had known what he was getting into when they started dating. Now, it came off as if he regretted it but changed his mind, which he couldn't deny, especially given how attentive and loving Corey was being. Liam opened his mouth to apologize, but Corey beat him to it. Corey's words melted his heart and brought out butterflies in his stomach that he hadn't felt in a long time. Even his eyes began to tear up at how much it meant to him. "I think I'm the lucky one; I love you so much."

In any other situation, he might have pushed the other or told him off about manhandling him and trying to get more. Although Liam considered it more of an appreciation and a gift for being amazing tonight. His arms wrapped around Corey as he went in for a kiss. "You've never told me why you wanted to date me?" he asked; it had been something that Corey had avoided answering. The male hadn't even said 'I love you' yet, because he said he wasn't ready, while Liam had said it plenty of times. "The usual; they think I bought my spot on the team. They don't love the fact that I'm into guys. I'm apparently the coach's favorite. All while attempting to make me look bad at practice so I get sidelined," he said with a shake of his head, a quiet but audible moan leaving his lips when Corey began to massage him. "For a while, I haven't told anyone until now. I don't only want to be remembered for football," he responded. "It's everything, but especially my family, or rather, my parents. They put this pressure on me to be this perfect child, that I represent the family, so I have to be the best at everything. Mistakes aren't allowed."

#wildestxdrecms liam

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His thoughts briefly drifted, contemplating the potential outcomes if he revealed his true identity to Liam now. Liam had clearly sensed a difference and even jokingly referred to him as 'the boyfriend he always wanted.' If he disclosed the truth, would Liam choose him over Corey? However, instead of pursuing that path, he simply leaned in and whispered, "I'm done not appreciating how lucky I am."

On the bed, Corey's sturdy arm encircled his boyfriend. "I meant, right now," Corey clarified, pulling him to hover over his own body. One aspect he enjoyed about being in Corey's body was the strength it afforded him. "Fair enough. Just ask," he replied before focusing on the other man. "How or why have they been acting like assholes?" he inquired, massaging the man's skin. "And how long have you been harboring these feelings about football?" He smiled at the news. "Congratulations. But what about the stress?"

A wave of guilt washed over Corey as his boyfriend didn't seem to discourage him. Corey was taking responsibility and being reasonable, understanding and listening to him. Maybe he was wrong about the entire thing. "No, you don't, and I am sorry about that," he said with a sigh. "You're trying now, which I appreciate. I'm just used to your usual attempts. I don't know what happened for you to act this way, but I am thankful. This is the boyfriend that I've always wanted," he confessed, feeling bad about wanting his boyfriend to change. Although sometimes he did drive him insane and made him question why they were together, which happened more than he would care to admit.

A loving soft smile appeared on his face as he joined Corey on the bed. Liam leaned his head against the other male's shoulder. "I'm always up for making out. I would suspect that you finally lost your mind if you think we didn't kiss." A warm feeling washed over him. It had been a long time since Corey made him feel this way. "Okay, I can do that as long as you share your feelings too. Stressful. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy it, but not sure if it's something I want to do my entire life, you know? Some of the guys have been acting like complete assholes too. Good news though, we made it into the playoff," he said excitedly as Liam reached for the male's hand.

#wildestxdrecms liam