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I wish I could wake up, find that all my clothes were gone and have no choice but to parade my naked body around.
Anyone got a lamp I can rub?
EMBARRASSING MAGIC TRICK!
Blakeâs Brothersâ Payback (Thursday Night)
Well itâs been some time, but Iâm back at last. You have @blakeyisnakey to thank for inspiring and encouraging me with his very cheeky antics. So this series is dedicated to him, and all the very naughty boys and non-binary babes out there... Flexing his bare feet on the coffee table between everyone's coffee and cake, Blake gave his nuts a tug through his favourite black basketball shorts and scratched his chest under his gaping tank top and yawned obnoxiously with his eyes on the television.Â
"Blake, honey, feet off the table, people are still eating" called his mother on her way to the kitchen to make coffee.
"Yeah mum, sorry mum" he called back, but didn't move his feet one bit other than to roll and crack his ankles. Scattered around on couches and chairs around the room, Blake's brothers were grinding their teeth in frustration at their youngest brother's blatant disregard for the rukes. Cohen, sat next to Blake, lifted one of his own bare feet and booted it against Blake's legs to get his feet off the table, which unfortunately sent a cup and a plate flying. This was Blake's exact plan.
"Muuuum! Cohen kicked me and spilled everything!"
"Cohen!" she yelled back, "clean that up *now* before it stains! What is the matter with you?!"
"Mum, I was trying to get Blake-" Cohen started.
"You leave your brother alone, I swear if you keep bullying him you won't be borrowing the car anytime soon!"
"Nah mum it was Blake-" attempted Eric the eldest, trying to keep Cohen the family hothead out of trouble.
"Don't you start Eric, you're the eldest I expect you to be fair and lead by example. Keep pushing me and you'll lose your own car keys!"
Blake had the biggest grin on his face, watching his brothers dig themselves into a hole again the way they always did. He knew any second now it would be peacemaker Drake, Blake's twin, who tried to make things right but always made things worse.
"Look you were both in the wrong, why don't you truce and both clean up?" he said, sending Cohen into a rage "why should I have to do anything?! He's the one who-" and Blake matched him volume for volume "he's the one who kicked me and spilled everything".
"RIGHT!! That's it! All of you to your rooms!! NOW!" blasted their Mum. "Leave your dishes in the sink - I guess  I'll clean up after you three slobs, instead of arguing you could've cleaned it up by now!".Â
This suited Blake fine, he'd already finished because he'd been given his dessert first, while the other three all had barely touched theirs and now had to go to bed hungry. The Austin boys were all big growing lads, and grumbly tummies were not going to make for easy nights.
Blake was feeling particularly cheeky this evening, and so he knew exactly what to do next. Instead of heading straight to his room, he hung in the kitchen scuffing his feet, looking down with fake remorse and right as Cohen passed he said simperingly "I'm really sorry guys". The Austin brothers loved each other as family but they knew how to drive each other to the brink of insanity too, and this fake ploy for sympathy enraged Cohen who promptly grabbed him by the nipple and twisted it hard, while Eric on the other side punched him in the arm and Drake palmed him in the forehead, sending Blake screaming - although a touch too early and loudly.Â
"THAT DOES IT! You are all grounded this weekend!" Mum came down hard, sending all four boys into arguments, shoving and grouching as Mum banished them all to their separate rooms, which they all stormed into and slammed the doors.
Later that night, Cohen was having one of those dreams where he was walking around his old high school, bumping into old friends, seeing his teachers at some kind of reunion turned variety show. He wandered into his old homeroom to find his crush he let get away there leaning against the whiteboard. "I was hoping you'd come, I've been thinking about you ever since graduation, wishing I'd had the chance to be with you". Cohen swooned at how corny and romantic it all was, and put his hand to his heart, brushing past his nipple...his nipple...Cohen looked down and saw he hadn't a stitch of clothing on, he was starkers from head to toe with a cock that was boning up at the sight of his teenage fantasy. He looked up in horror, clutching at his crotch. His crush looked confused and said in a suddenly very manly deep voice "bro, what the fuck?"-
Cohen's eyes snapped open to see Eric stood over him. "FUCK DUDE!" Cohen yelled in terror. "Ssssh shut up you'll wake up the whole neighbourhood" Eric whispered harshly back. Cohen tried to catch his breath, Â putting his hand to his pounding heart, brushing his nipple...his nipple...in his terror Cohen had forgotten he slept naked and had in the night kicked off his blankets. Throwing his hands over his nuts and dick that had swollen in his sleep, Cohen couldn't believe his dream had come true in all the wrong ways.
"Dude, what're you doing in here?! Give me my blanket, I'm naked!" Cohen whispered.
"Later, man, we need to talk" Eric whispered back.
"Dude that's weird!!" Cohen whispered loudly, getting up to cover himself, only to be pushed back on the bed by his older brother.Â
"It's only weird cos you're being weird about it, I'm only wearing my trunks so what's the problem?" Cohen hadn't really noticed, but realised looking over his brother's body it was also mostly bare except for some worn white (except in a few places) cotton underwear. Cohen's mind reasoned that Eric had seen everything anyway, both that night and ever since they were kids.
"Whatever, what do we need to talk about?" Cohen asked
"Blake" Eric said quietly.
"That little shit!!" Cohen raised his volume suddenly, Eric throwing a hand over his mouth and the other holding the back of his head.
"Sssh! Yes exactly, he's been such a fuckwit since his 18th party that destroyed the whole house and Mum and Dad just dealt with it. He needs to learn a lesson once and for all. I say this weekend we take him down more than a few pegs. What do you think?" Eric said.
"Count me in", came a dark voice from the shadows.
"FUCK!!!" yelled both Austin brothers when they thought they saw their bratty brother by the door, but once he stepped closer they saw it was Drake, not Blake.
"Ssssh shut up you'll wake up the whole neighbourhood!" Blake whispered as he strode across the room to perch on Cohen's bed. "Also, why're you guys like naked?" Cohen had lost focus and taken his hands off his groin, while Eric's tighty whities had slipped between his big hungry ass cheeks.Â
"Well what about you Mr Jimmie Jams" teased Eric tugging at Drake's pyjama top. "Yeah" Cohen sneered softly "real men get too hot for clothes at night, or are you still a baby boy?".Â
"Fuck off" Drake said, sulking. Drake and Blake may have been twins, but in moments like these the older brothers had their own mental link and they leaped at him.Â
"Nup" Eric whispered grabbing at Drake's top, pulling it upwards and breaking the buttons, baring his chest tug by tug, "only real men can get in on this plan".
"Uh huh" Cohen said under his breath, hooking his fingers under Drake's waistband and wriggling everything down to reveal a pair of blue briefs with cartoon spaceships on them "hahah look at these! You wanna play with the big kids, little boy, these are the rules". Drake's cries were muffled by the fabric of his top being yanked over his head, his thrashing arms coming out of the sleeves and his kicking legs helping Cohen bare his legs and feet. In a matter of seconds Drake was also wearing next to nothing.Â
Panting and chuckling, the Austin brothers set about inventing a scheme to make their youngest brother, sleeping soundly only a few rooms away, pay and pay good... Â Â This is going to be an unforgettable weekend...
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How could he have been so stupid? Steve had been jogging the same route all year before work and had never seen a soul. When he'd leave it would be pitch black out, and the sun would only just start to rise by the time he'd return.
So, feeling a bit daring, our embarrassed hero decided to go for his morning run butt naked. After all, he never once saw a soul.
Unfortunately for him, Steve forgot about the time change. When he got about halfway through his run, he noticed the sun coming up. He turned around and started running home, but heard cars - he could even see them! With nothing else to do, he stood against the wall in the park, trying to think of a way out of this mess. Preferably one that didn't end with half the town seeing him naked... or getting arrested.
Forgot my towel, now Iâm trapped in the bathroom butt naked. Freaking Mom and Dad are right outside the door in the foyer watching a movie. Dare I step out and dart past them? Freaking hard as a rock thinking about it. đ
âRace and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it canât just be on people of color to deal with it. Itâs up to all of us â Black, white, everyone â no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.â â Michelle Obama
Iâm back! And this time, Iâve got another one of my real followers ready to show off his hot body for a new series of mine. I have to be very careful with censoring, so head to my twitter to see the uncensored final photo there. So, get ready to enter the most exclusive fraternity on campus to meet the newest pledge on the scene- AnthonyâŠ
So, you think youâre ready to pledge Alpha Sigma Sigma?
Standing in the crowded lobby of the grandiose fraternity house in the heart of campus, I really tried to think through my answer. Iâd been a student at a small college for the past three years, but after a paper I wrote was published, I had received an opportunity to finish my degree at a larger university. More prestige and a full ride scholarship awaited me- the only drawback was starting over in a new town with new friends that Iâd hopefully gain.
So, I decided to rush a fraternity, a luxury that my old school wasnât large enough to have. Iâd done my research- avoiding the fraternities that had bad reputations or had houses overflowing with beer cans in the front yard. That led me here, to a lobby facing a double-sided grand staircase, in front of a well-dressed fraternity brother.
I do- I just transferred so Iâm ready to meet new people.
And with that answer, I started my week of rush where I visited six different houses before narrowing down my choice to the Alpha house. I received my bid, joining a pledge class of mainly freshman who were still figuring out how to survive outside of their parentsâ houses. A bit more confident, I was almost fully aware of who I was as a person. Iâd come out at my last college, and I knew that I had to be open here. Iâd been nervous about being honest at rush, but the two brothers I talked to, Jason and Brad, werenât even phased.
Donât worry, Anthony- youâll have no issues here.
As I was swept away into another conversation, I missed the shared smirk between the two brothers before they walked over to the chapter president, Nate.
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Carnal Career Fair
As I walked through the house, decked out in a banner above the door with that three-word phrase, I was unsure of what to experience for my first big college party. Weâd had house parties at my old college of course, but none of the houses near my old campus were three story mansions like the Alpha House.
The college career fair had been this morning, and as I walked inside the lobby, it looked like it had been extended- college coeds were mingling in formal wear with red solo cups in hand. Grabbing a glass, I headed over to the pledge master, Matt, to see what my role was. Apparently, each party was half run by pledges. Weâd have shifts fixing drinks or driving drunk girls home, but tonight, I was free to mingle.
Meet new people- weâre very friendly here!
He said it with a smirk that I couldnât quite understand, but he disappeared into another conversation before I could reply. So, I mingled. I talked to new people, and each one seemed to have a brand-new cup full of some strong mixed drink. And by the time midnight struck, I was properly drunk and sweating into my business casual. Brad and Jason were in front of me again as if they materialized from the ground in front of me.
Anthony, we like to help provide for our pledges, do you get that impression?
This free drink definitely says yes.
Well then, you see that guy over there, Blaze, in the blue slacks?
Craning my head around to follow their gaze, I saw a beautiful man leaning against the mantle- a man that Iâd never pursue on a normal day.
Yes- heâs fucking hot.
Well, we told him that you were looking.
Too bad heâs out of my league.
Au contraire, heâs already seen you tonight- heâs into you. But, he likes bold guys.
Bold guys?
Yes, you need to make a move. Something to differentiate you from everyone dressed up like this.
So, I should change outfits?
Precisely. We know exactly what to do!
Before I even had time to disagree, their hands were on me. Blocking me into a corner, their bulky bodies shielded what they were doing from everyone around us. Bradâs hands were quickly unbuttoning my black shirt, exposing my chest inch by inch. With a laugh, Jason fondled my nipples which made my body shiver under his touch. Before my brain could process what was actually happening, Jasonâs hands moved their way down to flick open my belt and unzip my khakis.
Brad had now pulled open the last button and flung my shirt over my shoulders. Jason too was very successful, and a chill ran through my spine as I realized exactly how often theyâd probably done this to become so precise. Now shirtless, I didnât even see where my shirt was laid down as I was too busy focusing on my bright red underwear being exposed in the dim room. They seemed to shine in the light as a beacon screaming that there was an embarrassed, half naked pledge in the corner.
Then, before I could even brace myself, every inch of my underwear and legs was now visible with my pants around my ankles. My brain yelled at me to run, but instead, my body dutifully lifted each foot so that Brad could pull my tight pants and shoes off. And then, as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, and my clothes went with them.
With nothing but a cup and a blush across my cheeks that perfectly matched my underwear, I was almost fully naked in the middle of the party. As if in slow motion, face after face turned around to see me and the laughter emerged. It wasnât too mean, and I realized too that this wasnât the first time that a pledge had been hazed right here in the living room. That thought terrified and reassured me, but still, I couldnât will my body to move until Blaze beckoned me over with a wag of his finger. Again, Iâm not sure why I didnât listen to my brain yelling at me to leave, but instead, I started weaving through the party towards him. Rubbing against bodies, and moving past some hands rubbing against me, I made it over to Blaze.
So, you ran into Brad and Jason, didnât you?
Too tongue tied to speak, I just nodded.
Theyâre both dicks, but theyâre great wingmen in a pinch. They told you I was into bold guys?
Again, all I could do was nod.
Thatâs their favorite excuse- Iâm just into guys who are sure of themselves, simple as that. And thereâs a space in my bed tonight if you want it, but there is a cover fee. You pass your underwear to me right now, give me time to make one more round around the party, and then meet me there in five minutes. Sound fair?
Of course that wasnât fair! But my mouth didnât betray me now, not when I was close enough to smell Blazeâs cologne and could see his muscular pecs pressed against his thin button-down. So, I nodded a third and final time as he bent down a few inches to grab onto my underwearâs waistband. Thankfully, everyone was behind me, so I couldnât see all eyes on me as my tight boxer briefs were dropped down my legs. It took about two seconds that felt like five years, but as he held up my briefs as some trophy, I realized that before my first major party was even over, Iâd been completely stripped naked in the middle of the fraternity house.
With nothing but a wink and a whispered room number in my ear, I was left alone. Turning around slowly, I held my cup in front of my crotch as tightly as I could to see everyone staring my way. No one said anything until Nate emerged from the crowd.
What a fucking legendary debut- you might just deserve to make it after all. Cheers!
As he held his cup in the air, my brain finally gave up trying to fight, and I realized I might as well own it. Lifting my own glass, cheers and catcalls emerged all around me as I fully exposed myself to the party.
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SWOOON!!
My friends Ben, James, Nick and I have been best friends since we met in junior high youth group. Always hanging out together and in pairs. My name is Andrew and I am closest to Ben. He was the one who pulled me into our little best friend group. Ben is nineteen just like the rest of us. We all decided to take a leap year before college and have been hanging out even more because of it. Now hereâs the crazy part of my story, Ben and I are virgins. James and Nick had been on the football team and each had lost their virginity at prom senior year. Ben and I didnât have dates and always joked weâd a perfect couple if either of us ever decided to come out. The truth was Ben was my dream guy, but Iâd never make the first move. Well today we were all hanging out in the park and sitting next to a duck pond when I got up to get a drink at the water fountain. I never saw it coming, Ben thought it would be hilarious to pants me right then and there. My basketball shorts and boxers hit the ground before I realized what had happened. I was bent over at the water fountain. I felt the cool breeze brush through my ass hairs on its way to my virgin hole. I heard the screaming laughter of James and Nick as I scrambled to pull up my shorts. When I bent down I saw Ben through my legs he was not laughing, he was staring at my hairy ass. Like it had finally hit him in the face, he wanted it. I laughed it off and pretended to be upset as we started to walk home. On our way I noticed Ben walking a few steps behind us, I turned to tell him that he wasnât going to pants me again, but as I turned I saw him staring at my ass, I turned back around immediately shocked. My best friend was still looking at my ass. My house came up first and as I walked up my front steps I turned around I watched my friends walk away jokingly nudging each other and laughing. Ben had taken his phone out and looked like he was texting. As I walked inside my house and back to my room my phone vibrated, it was Ben...
This is the first story Iâve ever posted! Let me know if you want me to continue.
One of my favorite people to chat with on here is finally jumping into writing his own stuff! Iâve bounced a lot of ideas and fantasies off of him in the past month... Letâs hype him up so we can get some more posts like this!
âThe most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.â
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THE DEATH AND LIFE OF MARSHA P. JOHNSON (2017)
History isnât something you look back at and say it was inevitable. It happens because people make decisions that are sometimes very impulsive and of the moment, but those moments are cumulative realities. â Marsha P. Johnson
Queens started being filed out and being put into police cars, and guns had been drawn. Molotov cocktails were flying. And Iâm like, âOh my God, the revolution is here. Thank God. Youâve been treating us like shit all these years? Uh uh. Now itâs our turn.â â Sylvia Rivera
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Happy Anniversary pt3
Time flies when youâre quarantined! Definitely been more of a consumer than a creator on Tumblr of late, but @naughtyjimmyfeinstein popped into my DMs to give me a good shake-up so this oneâs dedicated to that spunky account.
Neil hadnât gone a day without cumming since he first discovered the mind-blowing magical art of masturbating one evening after seeing Chad Michael Murray naked in some TV program when he was 15. As his third day in chastity dawned, he was almost slightly terrified of what would happen. Somehow in the night, he and Ash had pushed the bedclothes off, the air was humid enough. Neilâs cock in its cage was leaking underneath him, and his left leg was angled up, letting some of the soft winds tickle the hairs over his hole. He pressed his groin into the bed gently, feeling the wetness under him and the agony of it brought tears to his eyes. He didnât realise Ash was awake, until he felt his lovers fingers glide between his spread cheeks, and with a hot breath on his ear whispered âtodayâs the dayâ. Neilâs heart, hole and crotch exploded inside.
Neil felt a shift in the air as he went to breakfast. After being exposed at the pool, the other guests had been merciless with their taunting, goosing him under the water, pinching his nipples, pulling his hands away from his nuts when the robe had slipped open, some going so far as to âaccidentallyâ catch the robe in something as he passed so it came off, or just grabbing at it. A particular memory brought a flush over all four cheeks...
Ash had suggested they check out the resort gym, which seemed preposterous to Neil who had no workout wear to speak of, but he saw a few people working out bare foot and, in jock straps or short shorts with no underwear so he felt comfortable to give things a try. The lowest speed on the treadmill was enough to shake the robe open, so he came off that and spotted Tejal by the free weight, who offered to spot him for some squats. But no sooner had he lifted the bar, Tejal lifted his robe and spanked him hard. âThere you go, thatâll activate all your muscles, cage boyâ and let out a hearty laugh, reaching down to smack and grab Neilâs butt with every squat, keeping the robe lifted for the whole set. Neil felt woozy thinking about how sexy heâd found the whole experience.
But there was something different about today. No cat calls, no wandering hands, just furtive glances, whispers and winks. Breakfast was almost uneventful, and at lunch Neil knew something had to be up. Perhaps Ash had revealed all and so everyone knew that at some point Neil would be released from his cock prison and planned to punish his partner the hottest, sweatiest, sexiest ways he could imagine.Â
Ash had revealed all to the few friends theyâd made, whoâd spread the word like wildfire, but had gone one step further than that. Putting a wild scheme in place for both their pleasures...
It was mid-afternoon when they struck. Neil was sitting in the shade, snoozing slightly from the mixed scents of incense, ocean air, the few blunts being smoked and the musk of sweat. Suddenly he felt arms clutching everywhere, pulling him to his feet, dragging him closer to the pool. As his dazzled eyes adjusted to the sunlight, he couldnât believe his eyes. Every guest at the hotel was gathered, pulling off clothes and flinging them wherever they landed, in a frenzy of nudity. Neilâs captors were using their free hands to peel off shirts, undo drawstrings, tear off swimsuits. Neil was sure he caught sight of the hotel manager standing buck naked in the foyer watching the whole scene and tugging his own erect cock.
Neil didnât know where to look, never mind that with all the flesh laid out before him, his cock was fighting the bars that he was afraid it might cut. A flash of fabric moved between the exposed bodies clustered together. Ash. With the most fiendish grin, twisting a key in their hands. Neilâs breath started heaving as his body realised what was about to happen. His crotch yearned forward. With a flash of Ashâs eyes to the people holding Neil in place, they slipped the robe down over his shoulders and it pooled around his feet. Naked again, exhibiting everything, Neil realised all of these people would finally see something they hadnât seen of him after all: his throbbing, erect, leaking dick. Eyes focused on Neil in his final moments of imprisonment, feet moved closer to surround him, hairy limbs rubbed up against him, it was suffocating. Ash had one last treat for Neil in these final moments. In full view of everyone, Ash undressed, stripteasing for him. Grinding to unheard music, Ash undid the buttons on their cotton shirt, flashing nipples and a firm stomach all covered in tattoos. They kicked off their sandals which disappeared from view instantly, snatched up by hungry orgy-crazed studs. Neil freely wept as finally Ash pushed their shorts down, to reveal they were commando underneath, and then stalked toward Neil to unlock his chastity cage. Neil screamed with ecstasy as Ash gently poured a packet of lubricant so the cage came off smoothly, sending Neil into such a fierce, drooling erection, he almost passed out. The men holding him changed their grip to support his back and legs, easing him back to allow those nearest to caress and kiss him everywhere, as Ash descended to suck on Neilâs aching member. Ash could feel Neilâs balls tensing, and didnât want him to cum quite so fast, and so stood back up, poured another pack of lubricant onto Neilâs grown and worked his dick for all to see. Pressure changes, light slaps, ball tugs, mixed grips and directions kept Neil in blinding pleasure, until he heard his loverâs voice in his ear, slightly louder than a whisper to get over the moans, grunts and friction sounds of everyone around them pleasuring each other or themselves, âItâs time, my loveâ, and slid a condom over Neilâs dick.
The men holding Neil lowered him to the ground, his limbs were now too weak to work. All but one. Ash squatted down over Neil and took him inside, rolling and grinding. Neil knew he couldnât last any longer, and opened his eyes to see countless people standing over them wanking. As the first load fell across Neilâs chest he roared and bucked, charging burning gushes of cum into Ashâs clenching hole. Neil lurched as cum fell from the sky into his mouth, his hair and all over both their bodies, in a chorus of yells and whoops of pleasure. When at last their bodies shuddering collapsed over each other in incredible mess, hearing the gleeful splashes of people jumping into the pool to wash off. Ash leaned up to Neilâs ear.
âHappy Anniversary, babyâ
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Happy Anniversary pt2
Neil was sorely mistaken if he thought wildly bucking his bare body, gasping and grunting and breathless begging would result in the return of his clothes and his release from handcuffs attaching him to the bed and chastity device around his throbbing dick, still horny from the foreplay before this naked nightmare began.
If anything it just made Ash hornier, and more sure that this was the best way to spend their weekend at a queer resort where the clothing policy was not so strict as to get them in trouble for Neil being naked, but also not so lax that Neilâs nakedness wouldnât go unnoticed. Ash wanted to show off their prize.
âWell, when youâve quite finished, Iâll explain how this is going to goâ. Ash began.
âFuck you!â Neil strangled out, writhing like a panther.
âOh no, we donât talk like that to the key-holderâ Ash said calmly, reaching down to wrap a firm hand around Neilâs balls through the cage, âbecause we can do this the easy way...â, Ash trailed off, and wrapped a firmer hand around Neilâs cock bulging against the chastity bars, â...or the hard wayâ
âUunghâ Neil moaned, as his dick instantly hardened painfully but ever so tantalisingly, pushing against the bars.
âSo, the easy way is that I do have something for you to wear, and it is all you are allowed to wear for the next three days. Iâll be locking my clothes in the cupboard and keeping that key well concealed too so donât get creative. Thereâll be no relief for this fine piece,â Ash reinforced the point with a twist of a loose fist around Neilâs cock, âuntil the three days is over. Sound fair enough?â
Neilâs brain was flailing with too many sensations: furious indignation, complete confusion and pure animal arousal. He wasnât even sure the answer he responded with was human, but Ash seemed to accept it as agreement. Neil knew the predicament he was in, as every inch of his skin but the trapped four writhed on the smooth sheets. Ash strolled to the walk-in robe, reached in and emerged with a piece of satiny fabric, closed the door and locked it.
Approaching the bed, Ash leant down and looked right into Neilâs eyes. âLover, weâre only doing this if itâs fun for the both of us, so if itâs something you really donât want to do then just say and weâll call it offâ
But Neil felt an ache inside him, a scratched itch, a pleading sensation inside that urged him to submit. So he weakened his body and stared right back at his partner, whose sincerity switched to mischievousness again.
âIâll unlock you, and then youâll put this on. We have dinner booked at the restaurant in fifteenâ, and with that the handcuffs were unlocked and Ash strutted off to get ready. Neil picked up his weekendâs outfit to discover it was a satin robe decorated with artistic designs of flowers in reds and pinks. Not to his taste, but he figured that was the point as he put his arms in and draped it over himself. He stepped to the mirror in the room and couldnât believe how obscene he looked. The hem of the robe barely met his mid-thighs, and the tie to keep it closed was too slippery a material to work properly.
This was proven at dinner. As soon as he stepped into the restaurant next to Ash who was done up in gorgeous dinner wear of shirt, slacks, patent slippers and and coiffed hair. Heads turned to the stunning figure Neil was proud to call his, and then eyes slipped from Ash to Neil. Bare feet, strong and equally bare legs, a pink satin robe loosely covering the area the dining room was keenest to see, gaping at the chest to show the upper two abdominal muscles and full pecs. The robe was short sleeved to accentuate his workerâs arms and rough hands. As they stepped through the threshold, a strong breeze followed them and blew the robe - Neil turned just in time for the tie to be caught in the wind and the whole robe to blow up, but only his behind was seen, perfectly sculpted and clenched. A cheer rang out in the dining room as the couple were ushered to a table, Neil with a death-grip holding the robe closed, though it threatened to expose him as if it had a mind of its own as he sat, as he stood, as he tried to use the bathroom, as he waited at the bar.
The whole affair had Neil so frazzled, and so horny that by the time the happy couple got to bed, their usual sleeping position of spooning naked made Neil feel sick. And yet exhaustion from the ordeal soon put him to sleep, his penis steadily drooling through the chastity deviceâs bars onto his partnerâs ass through the night...
The next day, the sun was high and hot, and so Neil and Ash forewent their morning shower and headed straight to the pool, Ash in swim gear and Neil in the robe. The pool was full of the sexiest people either of them had seen all in one place, which made Neilâs cock try its hardest to get erect within its confines. Ash headed straight for the water, but Neil saw too many people in swimsuits to feel comfortable, so he took the opportunity to work on his tan, pulling his upper body carefully out of the robe so it sat like a mini sarong. Before too long, he even felt somewhat normal, as though no-one would even know that beneath the silky fabric, he was naked except for a series of metal bars fashioned to ensnare his tackle, that heâd managed to keep concealed from anyone but his partner.Â
He looked far too comfortable to Ash, whoâd been in the pool awhile chatting to some other guests. Pushing out of the pool area, Ash came over to Neil âBabe, come in, the waterâs beautiful!â. Neil hesitated, squinting up at his love. âIâll put my feet inâ he responded, admittedly because he was starting to roast. This seemed to satisfy Ash, who walked back over poolside to confer with the newfound friends. Neil gently put his arms back in the robe and headed over.
âEveryone this is Neilâ introduced Ash, âNeil this is Tejal, Piper, Sandy and Leeâ. All four offered their wet hands, which Neil had to lean down to shake, giving everyone tanning behind him a neck cramp from craning to see his ass revealed by the robeâs shortness, all of them drooling at the sight of a dimple in his crack which surely led to his sweetest spot...
âAbout time to cool off, Neil?â said Tejal, eyes twinkling.
âUh, yeahâ Neil chuckled
âWell in you go sweetieâ Ash said brightly before taking the collar of the robe with one hand and pulling sharply down, unveiling Neilâs naked body and caged cock for all to see. Neil was stunned as a wave of sunshine heated his revealed groin, tensing his penis in its prison. It felt like an eternity of a thousand hungry eyes on the completely starkers stud before Ash pushed on his ass with both hands and he went headlong into the water.
Happy Anniversary pt1
I missed you all, and I missed these characters. I hope you enjoy this one. I know I regularly do.
Neil looked up at the resort booked for his and Ash's first anniversary, raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but feel a swelling of pride in his heart and crotch. This place had come highly recommended, and Neil could see why: secluded and surrounded by tropical and lush nature, steamy with humidity and apparently swarming with sexy specimens everywhere. Ash looked back at Neil gazing up at the place and its surrounds in his white shirt sticking to his torso, red board shorts and black sandals, smiled a loving smile that disguised a wicked scheme, and beckoned him into the entrance so they could check in.
"Ah, yes" said the stud at the front desk, "our happy couple celebrating...what is that seven gay years together?" and winked at them before all three shared a chuckle. "And I believe we've got some pretty exciting things planned?" he said, looking at Ash, who looked at Neil and said "Absofuckinglutely" in a way that made Neil's knees go weak. Ash was by far the most beautiful person inside and out Neil had ever met, and he still couldn't believe they'd become a couple. He couldn't wait to get some privacy with the love of his life.
It seemed Ash had similar plans, for no sooner had they unpacked in their private bungalow, Ash emerged from the walk-in wardrobe, coyly with their hands behind their back, walking over to kiss Neil, first gently, then more earnestly, then hungrily, deepening the connection, pressing the full length of both bodies together. Jelly-legged, Neil was easily maneuvred and pushed back onto the bed, and Ash kicked off the anniversary celebrations by tearing the velcro on his boardshorts and pulling them down his legs, over his feet and flinging them away. Ash crawled onto the bed to straddle Neil, whose dick was straining in his white trunks. Neil sat up to kiss Ash ravenously, who responded by pulling roughly at his white shirt, popping buttons and ripping fabric until it came off in discarded shreds. Neil slid his hands down the back of Ash's shorts, reaching for a tender hole, but was pushed back down to lying on the bed. Ash reached into a pocket and pulled out something Neil wasn't expecting: handcuffs!
"Well, this is a first!" he laughed, bewildered, but absolutely excited
"Happy Anniversary, baby" came Ash's response before leaning in to kiss Neil while pulling his hands up to the bedhead and cuffing his wrists to it. Ash sat back, grinding into Neil's crotch while showing him the key, tantalising him by rubbing it all over their body, before there was a knock at the door. Ash sighed and climbed off Neil to get the door.
"Babe?!" Neil called, knowing that whoever was on the other side of the door would get a view to his predicament, including tented briefs with a very damp patch on them.
Nonetheless, Ash opened the door and said brightly, "just in time!! Come on through!"
Neil was mortified and completely bamboozled! "Ash!" he cried out before realising the visitor was the front desk dude, but he wasn't alone. About four men followed and walked quite casually into the room, looking upon Neil, cuffed in his underwear. His dick was under the impression a big orgy was in store, and hardened up, but Neil's brain wasn't so sure.
His heart sank and cock shrunk as he heard Ash say cheerily, "head on through fellas, it should all be in the wardrobe", and to Neil's amazement all five men headed into the walk-in wardrobe and emerged carrying all the belongings he'd brought - most notably all of his clothes! He sputtered and struggled against his handcuffs but was rendered mostly speechless by the situation unfolding - in a matter of seconds, four of the men had quite casually left the room with everything he had to wear and work and entertain himself with. As the front desk man left carrying shoes and underwear, Ash directed him to collect the discarded board shorts and scraps of shirt. "Oh wait!" called Ash, coming over to Neil purposefully, who started shaking his head, realising what Ash was about to do, even if his mouth wouldn't function. He stared with horror as Ash grabbed hold of Neil's trunks and pulled them in swift, smooth motion off his body, leaving him completely naked. Ash passed the trunks to the front desk man, who was brazenly staring at Neil's bronze tradesman body, sturdy feet, up wriggling legs, flopping cock and balls which he was trying to conceal by rolling away and baring his round ass cheeks clenching, tense abs, squashed pecs, bulging arms trying to get themselves free from the handcuffs. Then with a bite of his lip and a twitch of his hips, the man was gone, just in time for Neil to get his powers of speech back.
"What the fuck, Ash?! What the fucking fuck is going on!?!?!"
"Tut tut my love" cooed Ash, "that's no way to speak to your lover on your anniversary weekend. Especially when they've got the key"
"Let me out of these cuffs right now, Ash"
"Sure honey, but that's not the key I'm talking about"
And with that, Ash produced from another pocket, a device of several bars and a ring. Neil's heart rate levelled up, looking down at his dick, which had shrunk considerably in all the confusion and humiliation.
"Ash, baby, what are you doing?"
But Ash was focused on the task of gently placing Neil's balls and shaft into the chastity device and locking it. After inspecting that everything was in place, Ash leant down to plant a kiss on Neil's taint, stirring his cock to press against the bars.
"Neil, my love, I'm about to give you an anniversary weekend you'll never forget"
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