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[nymphykitti]

What if I dated a guy who I looked up to. Like, he was some sort of mentor or teacher. I would do so many sweet things for him - bake for him, buy him gifts, stay late at his place even though I have work early in the morning. But no matter what I do he's just so cold toward me, like I'm just not good enough. He could call me up and I'd come over at any hour bc im so desperate for just an ounce of attention.

He calls me at like 3am on a weeknight, I have work in just a few hours. He sounds really pained on the phone, like he really needs me. I'd speed there thinking something has to be seriously wrong but when I get to his place he's just sitting on his couch.

I'd come in frantically, checking to see if he's okay and he'd just laugh and push me softly to sit on the floor, right between his legs. "I just really wanted to see you... you know?" Ugggh butterflies! I knew he liked me! I'm so busy in my own world that I don't even hear his pants unzip, I barely notice when he shuffles to pull out his dick until he starts stroking it right in front of my face. He's doing this all so confidently, like it's so natural and normal, as if we've always done this... so I can't help but nuzzle my face into his crotch and lick tenderly, hoping he'll like it. "Mmm.. lower" his voice would be soft but his hands push me downward pretty hard until my eyes are below his balls.. I haven't done this before, I don't think I want to, I try to stand up but he pushes my face between his ass cheeks. "You look so sweet with your face under my balls... you might make me cum just from looking at you like this".

I start licking tenderly, nervously. I can feel my cheeks turn red feeling so embarrassed but wanting so badly to please him. "Don't act like you hate it, imagine it's your new boyfriend" I can almost hear him smirk as I try to lick faster, kiss harder. His balls start crashing against my face as he jerks his cock. Next thing I know I'm licking like my life depends on it, doing my best to make him like me.

Conflicting thoughts keep playing on my mind. Omg I'm licking his ass. I can't believe I'm doing this. This is so gross. But he really likes it.. if I just keep going maybe he'll ask me to be his girlfriend. He must like me if he chose me to do this right? Fuck why is this turning me onnn.

I'm panting from desperately licking and he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me up to force his cock all the way down my throat. I don't have a chance to gag, he just holds me there until I feel his cock pulse and he unloads. When he releases my head I can't help but cough and sputter. My face feels so sweaty and warm. I'm a mess. "Haha. You look terrible" He laughs at me and I embarrassingly go along with it. I ask him if he thinks he likes me and he laughs again. "You're really desperate for a boyfriend huh?" I blush, face still covered in sweat and slobber. "I guess my ass could use a girlfriend. Come over again this time tomorrow and we'll see if you're good enough".

I feel disgusted in myself... but I really like him. If I could just show him what a cool person I am, maybe he'll see. I'll make sure I dress super cute tomorrow. He won't be able to resist.

[kblackandblue-deactivated201907]

I just want a violent boyfriend who will beat me, rape me, and ultimately control every aspect of my life in a toxic and terrifying way. 

[pigslavetrainer]

Is there really any other way to treat you?

[desperatenymph]

Or at least I think he’s my boyfriend… he doesn’t tell me he loves me, we don’t go on dates, I haven’t met his friends or his parents, I’m not allowed to sleep in his bed either- just on the floor next to him. But sometimes we make out! Or at least he let’s me make out with him… but only after a long day when his ass is really sweaty am I allowed to make out with my…boyfriend. And he’s really respectful when it comes to letting me make decisions! He always gives me options like “hold it in your throat while I burn my name into your tits or I’ll fucking kill you”

[subfootboii]

I had just started my monthly deep clean when he woke up and wandered into the living room.

"Morning, baby."

Nico dropped onto the sofa and propped his foot on the table I'd just wiped down.

"I just..."

He wiggled his toes. I didn't have to finish. How was I supposed to argue with that.

He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, tucking his arms behind his head with a long exhale.

I went back to the kitchen, wiped down the counters, scrubbed the stovetop, cleared the grease around the back burners. Cleaned the sink, dried it.

"Did you do the microwave?"

"Yes Nico."

"Just asking."

When I got the vacuum out he reached for the remote and turned the volume all the way up. I vacuumed the whole apartment over the noise of whatever he was watching, running it along the baseboards, into the corners, under the dining chairs.

Then I filled the bucket and started on the floors.

The kitchen went fast. The hallway too. By the time I got to the living room he still hadn't moved, foot propped exactly where it had been all morning. I crouched down to get under the sofa. He shifted just enough to make me think he was going to lift his leg; then didn't. I had to work around him. His foot hovered near my face while I mopped the stretch between the sofa and the table and he said nothing, just watched the TV like I wasn't there.

"You're such a good boyfriend. What did you prepare for lunch?"

"Seriously Nico? I've been cleaning"

"Fine, I'll order something. Bathroom could use a proper scrub while you're at it."

I took the bucket to the bathroom. Scrubbed the toilet and got the tiles on my knees. Wiped the mirror down, the taps.

"Don't forget under the mat."

"I know."

"I know you know. I'm just saying."

As I was finishing the bathroom the doorbell rang.

"That's the food, baby. Already paid, just let them in."

I opened the door still in my cleaning gloves, took the bags from the delivery guy and brought them over to the coffee table. Nico glanced at me and reached up, wiping something off my face.

"You had dirt right there."

He patted my head and went back to unpacking the food, and settling into the couch.

"Bathroom done, baby?"

"Done. Finally."

"Yeah?"

He glanced around the apartment slowly, the way he does when he's looking for something to say.

"You get the trash? Kitchen and bathroom both?"

I didn't answer. Just pulled the bags, tied them, took them out, came back in.

"Now you're done. Come here then."

He wiggled his toes.

I got on my knees in front of him. He didn't look away from the TV.

His foot was warm from being propped up all morning. I brought it to my face and held it there, taking in the faint salt-musk smell. I pressed my mouth to his sole, dragging my lips slow along the arch.

I worked my way up to his toes. Took the first one into my mouth and sucked slow, then the next until I had all five in. I ran my tongue along them, between them, tasting sweat and skin. I cleaned every one.

He tapped my cheek with his other foot.

I did the same on his other foot, making sure I don't miss a spot.

He glanced down and pressed one foot against my face, resting the other on top of my head. Then went back to watch TV.

After a while he muted the TV.

He reached down and pulled me up by the wrist onto the couch and into his lap. He kissed me once, slow, with his hand at the back of my neck. Then he flipped me over.

He got my shorts down and fucked me slowly, his hand pressed flat between my shoulder blades, keeping me down.

"There you go."

He gripped my hip with his free hand, steadying me, controlling the pace. When I moved he pushed me back down.

"I've got it."

He kept that pace the whole time. Slow and steady.

"Good boy. Cleaned the whole place and still ended up on your knees."

When he finished he stayed there for a moment. Then he patted my head.

We showered together. He washed my hair without being asked, fingers slow at my scalp, both of us quiet. Afterward we lay in bed, his arm across my chest, my face turned into his shoulder.

The doorbell rang.

He didn't move.

"That'll be the pizza, baby."

I lifted my head and looked at him.

He smiled without opening his eyes.

[gearslut76]

[slaveboymatt]

He's at least 20 years younger than you, but he's already even more of a man than you could ever hope to be. So you booked the hotel room in the city for a couple of nights as instructed and thought this was finally going to be the night you would get to serve Him. After arriving first you got out the gear He had told you to bring, stripped naked, put on your collar and left the key to your chastity on the side. He arrived a little later and immediately dragged you to the bathroom by your collar. Scrambling to follow Him, you were shocked when He pulled some handcuffs from His back pocket. He pushed you to the floor and swiftly locked your wrists behind the toilet with no means of escape. "I'm going to a couple of parties. No idea when I'll be back, but I'll have the bed when I do return. This is ideal for you - sleep on the floor and when you need water just put your head in the toilet bowl and lap it up." He unzipped His leather trousers, took out His superior cock and pissed into the toilet bowl. "Flushing is entirely off limits of course, whatever is in there." Yes, Master" you replied meekly. With that He left the bathroom, closed the door, and turned off the lights. A couple of minutes later you heard the same from the bedroom as He left the room, leaving you there in the dark, naked, entirely under His control, and unsure whether you will be left there for a couple of hours, a couple of days, or even longer.

[trailer-park-darlings]

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[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Get over here faggot. I gotta piss. Don’t you spill a drop, or you will eat my shit.

Yes sir.

[boyssmokingaresohot]

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Make sure you lick my ass clean.

YES SIR.

[fagwhore4chavs-fitlads]

SFL617

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Crawl over here faggot. Time to eat my shit.

yes sir.

[ncsmokerdude-deactivated2015100]

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Just in time faggot. We need to shit and there’s no toilet paper so you’re it.

yes sir.

[theworldofkenbois-deactivated20]

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Get over here faggot . Lets see how good a toilet you are.

yes sir.

[its-a-bromance-thing]

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Serve me faggot. Drink my piss fag then you will eat my shit.

yes sir.

[texasfootman-deactivated2018121]

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Get to work faggot. Worship my feet, then you will eat my shit.

yes sir.

[musclesskinfilth]

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Wait for me in the john faggot. I need to shit and there’s no toilet paper so you’re it.

yes sir.

[its-a-bromance-thing]

[247master247]

www.recon.com/247master247

[onmyfaceinwaikiki]

Bout time you got here faggot. I need a toilet and you’re it.

yes sir.

[emesissy]

you have to let the princess eat out your ass

you have to

[ashes2caches]

the beautiful transfem princess is looking really blush and flustered as she asks if she can give you a rimjob.

[submissivetgirl]

It’s me 😝 I love giving rimjobs

[finbrro]

[lockedboi-deactivated20191001]

Chastity is easy, right?

Ready to Be Used …

On one hand, chastity is really easy.

One day your lover/Master/Owner locks you up in a chastity device and tells you to forget about touching, getting erect, or even cumming for the near future.

You’re turned on for a bit right from the get-go and you probably get resoundly fucked then fall asleep in each others arms.  You wake up a few times with some burning or pinching.  But, you feel good about living out your dream of being locked'n'denied.

That’s the easy part.  Then …

After a few days you start to miss touching, fondling your cock.  You miss that exciting feeling as it grows stiff in your hands.  And you say to yourself “God, I wanna cum.”

You figure your keyholder will be back on the weekend and he’ll let you out.  He’ll let you stroke your hard cock and bust a nut whilst he’s fucking your hole.  But Friday night comes and he’s tired from working all week and he just wants to have a nice meal, some cuddling and a good night’s sleep.

Laying in bed, spooning with him, you reach behind to feel his cock because you miss the feeling of yours.  Even though he’s tired, his cock responds … hardens in your hand.  It’s then that your cock suddenly swells in the cage … almost hurting.

He turns to lay on his back and you turn and duck under the covers.  You hold his hard cock at the root and bring his swollen, hot, soft cock head to your lips.  You breathe in the smell of him.  Your tongue darts out to touch the tip to find he’s already oozing.  You open your lips and let his cock slowly enter your mouth.

You start to suck his cock slowly, respectfully … enjoying the feel of it as your throat relaxes and more and more of it slides deeper down your throat.  There’s a deep sigh from him.

As you suck him your cock swells and fills every bit of space in your cage.  Your hole twitches and your mind suddenly screams in need.  You want to leap up and drop yourself on his pole, rape yourself on him.  Your body desperately needs release … you’ve never gone this long without cumming.

You’re a good boy and you focus on his cock. You feel it thicken, harden.  He’s moaning now. His body squirming.  You suck harder. You feel that tube in his cock swell.  He grabs your head with both hands and fucks your throat.

With several ecstatic grunts his load explodes in your mouth and you swallow every drop.

After a few moments letting his cock soften in your mouth you pull up while he turns away and falls instantly asleep.  Sated.

You’re left there, cock still swollen in its cage, hole still twitching, and your whole body yearning for the exciting, explosive ending.  You spend the next couple hours trying to get back to sleep.

Then it gets worse … 

You wake up in the morning with your cock trying to burst out of the cage with a morning hardon.  Groaning in pain you run to the bathroom … but you can’t take a piss cuz you’re all swelled up.  You splash some cold water on it, and that helps a little.

You jump in the shower and distract yourself with that at your cock finally calms down.  You relax and the piss jets out of you splashing everywhere and you sigh with relief.

Just then your lover opens the door to the shower, his turgid cock swaying deliciously.  He grabs you and kisses you passionately making your cock swell again - it’s been a whole week since it’s been free of the cage.  He puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down to your knees.  "Open" and you obey and open your mouth.

He puts the tip of his semi-hard cock on your tongue, sighs and a torrent of bitter morning piss jets like a firehouse making you choke and sputter.  His piss is everywhere, mouth, face, soaking your hair.

When he’s done he pulls you up and kisses you and rinses you.  He begins soaping your body and you are so turned on by him, by your need than you moan just from his touch.  You turn and present your ass to him; he knows you need his cock.  With a bit of soap for lube he works his hard cock into your needy hole.

Ecstasy spreads through every pore of your body.  His need is such that in no time at all he’s no longer making love to you he’s fucking you, shoving his cock as hard and deep as he can get it in you.  Your hands are gripping the shower walls.  You moan, whine with the aggressive fucking you’re receiving, and you hear yourself beg for more, beg for release.  Even though his pounding has knocked everything from your mind; your body remembers the dozens of times this exact same thing has happened but you were free to grab your cock and cum with him.

But no longer.

You feel him rush.  You can tell his cock is going to explode a load of his cum deep in your bowels.  He can no longer hold back and he screams his orgasm into your shoulder.  The two of you vibrate together in the final surges or cum and orgasmic energy.

He holds you  for a bit, gathering his strength, his heart rate and breathing back to normal.  He pulls out of you and a gush of his sperm squirts out, plopping on the shower floor.  He steps back a bit and rinses his cock.  He steps out of the shower and goes back to the bedroom.

And you’re left wondering when he’ll unlock you and let you cum…