Parker St James

Congrats, slut. Seriously though congrats.

Thank you, dick. ;)

From the bottom of my heart. Thank you.

@partyboyparker

You're welcome.

Of course, I'm glad you got your happy ending.

charlie-fabray

Yes Sir. Exactly that kind of director. Or maybe it's more like a musician with an instrument. I think that can absolutely be arranged. Might have to avoid roses though. Wouldn't want to get pricked by thorns.

Talk about how every time you fill me up I've wanted to reach down and feel myself stretched around you. I've barely held back, Sir. Instead I just have to imagine what it must look like, my little rosebud stretched out practically to the point of splitting open. It hurts so much Sir. I know you like that and sometimes I worry that the fact that I love it so much takes away the joy of causing the pain from you. But I can assure you it hurts from the start to the finish. Hurts from the rim all the way deep inside. I cramp up after sometimes. I think it's my body trying to adjust to that baseball bat you've got in your pants even after it's gone. But I truly love it. Is that what you want me to talk about Sir?

Oh well I think you're a very, pretty instrument. And one I have adored playing every time I have my hands on you. So I can't exactly say you're wrong that perhaps it just takes the right hand to make you sing.

Hm, my darling boy. It doesn't take away from the fact it hurts just because you might enjoy it so much. While I want you to cry, and whimper, and whine, I want to lick those tears from your cheeks. Bend that cute little body of yours till pain racks though you- You're allowed to enjoy being filled up to the limits like that, enjoy my rougher touch and my need for violence.

But yes, that's exactly what I want you to talk about. That's want I want to hear- And makes me want to shove every inch of this "baseball bat" inside you once again.

Gordy's just...a brat, for lack of a better term. He's got a biting tongue, doesn't really hold back on the insults and he kind of thinks he's the hottest thing around...second only to you, though. (He wanted me to add that, Sir. He's properly obsessed with you, I swear. He'd have posters of you up in his room if they were available to him.)

Well, I have seen him in a slutty little skirt. Can't exactly say that tiny boy isn't one of the hottest things around. So maybe he deserves to have that ego. Oh? He's obsessed with me? Really? I should not find that so flattering. He hovering around your phone or something?

It wasn't so clear after we were done ;)

PM: I get insatiable when it comes to him, I swear to fucking God.

PM: That's true. You know him- Can't resist a fine dick all hard and wet that wants to be pounding his sweet ass. Plus, you two always managed to give a hell of a show.

That's for sure.

PM: Really? I hadn't noticed. You really kept that under wraps.

PM: And you''ve always enjoyed watching him get fucked blind. So, it worked out for all of us. So, when are you going to ask your boy to be your husband?

charlie-fabray

You flatter me Sir. I think it's more like an actor who has a really good director. I'll do one better I'll pick him some from the garden. Would you like some too?

Very big. Nearly impossible. Each and every time I doubt you'll get it inside and yet... Welp there goes the rest of my day. How am I supposed to concentrate on anything with that thought in my head?

If the director in this case is just working on making you moan so very prettily? Adorable. Depends, you going to appear at my door wearing very little while holding them?

My, my, I could hear you talk about it for hours. How i fill you up, how you can't handle me. How you whimper in pain as your fucked. Rather like the idea of you thinking about me all day, Fabray.

Oh, yes. Good memories. I can't think of a better way to celebrate the 4th of July, France Independence Day that being fucked out of your mind while hanging dangerously from the rail of a yatch, down the coast of Marseilles.

PM: He did, and very much so. The way he was hurting all over the following days spoke loudly. ;)

PM: When have you known me not being good at sharing? I let you have my brother whenever you wanted, when you knew how protective I was of him, heh.

Certainly was my favourite way to spend that particular holiday. Fucking two pretty twins till they were limp and whimpering over the side of my pretty boat over the crystal clear waters.

PM: Heh. Well... I did leave him him in quite a state. That ass deserved that harsh a fucking, though.

True enough. Though pretty sure your whore of your brother would have spread his legs for me anyway, even if you said no. But yes, always so very good of sharing.

Hvaing years of experience on this particular matter makes me a rare, unique kind of man, my friend.

PM: Wiser words have never been spoken.

PM: That sounded both hot and disturbing, haha. Imagine what could we get him to do if the both of us take him at the same time.

Can't deny that. And somehow the sex is just as hot as the first time I fucked you over the edge of my yaght.

PM: Well I have my moments.

Eh. I'm mostly teasing. I'm pretty sure he adored me fucking him to much to think of anything. But he does love you. Oooo

Not against sharing that boy while he whimpers.

Your favorite whore? My my... Someone is focused on making me swoon today.

PM: I'd say they prefer having your dick shoved down their throats.

PM: I'm hoping he does, heh.

Oh completely accurate, though, swoon worthy or not. Who else can I rail with every ounce of my sadistic intent?

PM: Well, everyone should prefer to have this dick shoved down their throats. How could he not? Hell, even when I fucked him, he was thinking of you, darling.

You are damn lucky that I love to be ruined by you. ;)

PM: I doubt you get too chatty with the several men you fuck on a daily basis, so you have a point, haha.

PM: I'm going to ask Elliott to marry me.

Eh. I'd say it's luck but I think you just love this cock. And being my favourite whore.

PM: Eh, Men aren't there to be chatty, they're to be holes to be fucked, Seb.

Of course you are. That's adorable. Congrats. He's gonna say yes.

You could never get enough of this, right darling? He has a keen eye for taking good shots of me. He is, and very much so.

PM: Can I tell you a secret?

Obviously not. Considering how much I've ruined you in the past. How cute.

PM: Sure, why not. Who I am gonna tell?

Elliott took that picture before we went out this morning, so I wasn't really planning on getting on bait mode for an unexpected shot. I know you're all about being au natural when it comes to me, and if you want that inage you should come here and get one yourself, St. James.

Oh what? Come over and make my own personal smythe porn? Nice that your love of your life took that picture for you. Adorable, really, utterly adorable.

Mmm, exactly - and while you're exhausting him, you can enjoy my mouth on you, helping to exhaust you, as well. Literally whatever you wanna do to me, Sir - I'm game. Don't be afraid to be mean. It'll only help me edge faster - and knowing Gordy, as the little mean girl he can be, he'll be totally into it too.

Well, that I understand from Sam. I also would adore hearing all those whorish stories you'll no doubt tell him. Well you do swallow cock like your desperate for it. Oh yeah? You want me to be mean and sadistic hm? Oh? Gordy can be a mean little girl huh? How's that? But sure, I'll smack you around, use you like a sex toy. Torture you a little.

@harper-darcy

@switchingolliesmythe

@partyboyparker

liked your photo.

Merci all of you for the praise. And you're absolutely right.

You could be more naked, personally speaking.

No, I'm playing with anyone that wants to use me, Sir! I'm just not cumming, that's all - but there's no restrictions on me making others cum. In fact, it's what Sam wants, really.

He wants you to be a whore. Fair enough, If I want to indulge my exhaustion kink, I can always make Gordy come again and again. You can, as always, service my cock.

Mmm, you do - and you do it so well, Sir - this month just comes with a special twist on what's usual for you. ;)

Damn right I do. So you're only playing with Sam or...?

So, for the entire month of July, I'm nothing but a cuck for my Dominant, Sam Evans - I'm not allowed to cum, but it is encouraged that I'm used to help others cum. It's also super, super encouraged that I sit by, edge and watch Sam with anyone else, and the more I get to do that, the happier I'll be.

So, take advantage of this month people, by taking advantage of me - please and thank you. <3

And here I thought I always took advantage of you.

You did, and if I had heeded your warning, maybe I wouldn’t be so strung out and needy for you right now…oh well, what happened, happened and now I need you, Daddy. <3 Oh, you totally do - all you gotta do is make those biceps bulge and my legs are fucking spread and my hole is on display for you to lick, fuck, whatever you wanna do to it, really.

Fuck…Sir. Please. It’s been a while since I’ve been used and treated like that. I need it so, so bad. I’ll safeword if I really need to, and you’ll listen to that…but until I do, just fucking take what you want from me like the hunky fucking brute you are, no matter how much a squirm and whine under that big, hot body of yours.

Okay, so I did just that, and…well…here you go, Sir.

[Attached is a video of Gordy, no taller than five feet, about 90 pounds in a slutty pair of fishnets, a criminally short skirt over them and a slutty, shredded crop-top to complete the look. He’s on his knees to start, looking into the camera with big, pleading eyes. “Please, Sir…I need a real man like you to use my wet little pussy. No one else can fuck me the way you can and I’m like, addicted to you now…please, please come and use me like a slutty, stupid fuck-doll. I want Mr. Owen to be sitting in the corner, watching you use me, watching me get my mouth and hands all over your body, worshipping you like the God you are..." Gordy moaned, leaned in and kissed the camera lens sensually, pulled back, fully drooling as he dragged his little hands down the length of his body and moved the camera down as he leaned back on the bed, threw his legs back toe expose his tight, quivering hole so that Parker could watch him rub at it and moan in the girliest little voice.]