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The boy kneeled on the inspection table, wrists and ankles cuffed, keeping him in place as the inspection handler stepped up.
“Oh, aren’t you a handsome one,” the man said, soaping up and washing his hands and forearms before snapping on a pair of latex gloves.
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- Part 1 of short stories
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“You better stay hard,” he teased, wiggling the small plastic cage over the thick, throbbing head of his boyfriend’s cock.
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- Part 2 of short stories
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The toy was a small metal bulb, less than an inch long, that could be cranked open into a blooming flower, locking it inside any ass it had been inserted in. It had a variety of attachments, different animal tails or endings that could be swapped out depending on the mood, but the most important feature was that it could be locked.
And it had keys.
Pup couldn’t remember the last time he had spent a day without the toy in his ass.
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- Part 3 of short stories
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Lewi heard the rattle of the keys in the lock before he heard the idle chatter of his owner and a stranger.
He perked up, pushing himself up off his dog bed with a yawn and a stretch as the front door to the house swung open and his Owner was stepping inside, immediately dumping a load of shopping bags on the counter before continuing his conversation with the newcomer.
Lewi cocked his head in confusion, sniffing as he tried to catch this new person’s scent.
It wasn’t common, but his owner sometimes did bring home strangers and hookups from bars that knew about Lewi’s . . . living arrangements. Most of the time they were fellow kinksters, like Owner, but they still made Lewi bashful and shy, wanting to hide in his crate until they were gone.
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- Part 4 of short stories
- Part 1 of puppy see, puppy do
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It was a hitch hiking incident gone bad. Or good. It really depended on who you asked. Cole had almost tossed Dai out of his truck when he realized the boy had a cunt rather than a cock, but he had given him a chance, and now, he couldn’t imagine living without the boy’s juicy, greedy hole.
And it had taken him a bit to learn his anatomy, so used to sleeping with partners that had a cock and balls that were similar to his own. The first couple weeks he had learned when made Dai flinch, how a crop across his cunt could make him squeal and gush, which parts made the boy pant with pleasure, and which ones Cole could slap to get him to obey.
Dai had screamed and begged for mercy as Cole learned how to give him orgasm after orgasm until he had collapsed, dehydrated and limp, passing out at the overwhelming pleasure.
And once Cole learned how to give him an orgasm, it was just as easy to learn how to keep them.
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- Part 5 of short stories
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Max Noble didn’t have time for pets.
He was a businessman on the go, in New York one night and Los Angeles the next, going back in time crossing time zones to be in Sydney, Australia and then be in Tokyo, Japan on the same night he had been in the States. Jet lag was for people who could afford it, and while Max Noble had money to spare, he had places to be and important people to meet, and their time was worth just as much money, if not more.
Max Noble didn’t have time for a dog or a cat or anything with fur. Dander made him sneeze and he didn’t feel like paying someone else to take care of, train, and feed a pet that he barely got to enjoy.
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- Part 6 of short stories
- Part 1 of unconventional pets
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Oberon Collingwood didn’t need an animal.
He was a prestigious French ballet teacher, notorious for the snapping cane he always carried with him, the tell-tale knock of it against the floor marking his presence long before he was even close. He was a tall man with sharp cheekbones and a quiff of brown hair, his countenance as severe as his teaching style, and he didn’t need some slobbering beast roaming around his sprawling villa.
He needed--demanded--discipline, and that only came from a student.
Oberon ordered his slave boy from a prestigious training center, making it quite clear what he expected and that he would only settle for the absolute best.
And when he was delivered, he was . . . almost impressed.
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- Part 7 of short stories
- Part 1 of suffering in silence
- Part 1 of Oberon's Care
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Seth stomped off his boots on the mat by the front door, the mud that had managed to dry flaking off, but overall the action was useless. Besides, he cleaned up his boots in a different way.
Still, it was a nice ritual to have right before pushing through his front door, and it was a good signal to anyone inside that he was home. Seth paused a moment longer and then turned the key in the lock with a heavy thud.
The inside of his living space was cluttered in a good way, the maximalist in Seth showing itself of the walls and counters, trinkets and odd pieces of junk and wood collected from one job site or another. The sink was half-full of dishes that needed to be done at some point but Seth was ready to relax after a long day of work at the construction site.
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- Part 8 of short stories
- Part 1 of grabby paws at trans bears
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It was like buying an expensive cheese--browsing the website’s denied and desperate boytoys.
The company covered a vast range of interests.
Some of the boys were allowed to edge, some were allowed to take toys in their holes and just weren’t allowed to cum. Some were fed aphrodisiacs and some weren’t. Some were kept caged, some were kept completely on no touch.
All of it fluctuated the price.
Sō indulged.
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- Part 9 of short stories
- Part 1 of itadakimasu
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“We need to break this bad habit of yours, pup,” Sir said, patting his thigh and calling his puppy to his feet.
Pup cocked its head, crawling over obediently and then sitting up, paws curled under its chin and its legs spread.
Bad habit?
It whined its question, and Sir chuckled, ruffling its hair and then busying himself with unwrapping the packages that sat next to him on the couch.
“Yes,” he said, his voice tilting up into that sort of half baby talk you usually reserved for a baby. Or an animal. “Yes, your naughty little habits. Come here, paws.”
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- Part 10 of short stories
- Part 1 of iykyk
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Andy Benson was struggling with the office uniform that was required at his internship.
The thick, heavy hobble skirt was made of a smooth, dark leather, the straps all the way up the back allowing it to be tightened and removed--usually against his own will with manager supervision. It was locked around his hips, an unbroken sheath that stretched all the way down to his ankles, keeping his feet together and making every step a mincing shuffle.
His shirt, if he dared to call it that, was an equally dark, formal bolero, consisting of a high turtleneck collar and handsomely cuffed sleeves with gleaming silver buttons. It left his tits, stomach, and back entirely bare, tempting for any groping hands.
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- Part 11 of short stories
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The pup, under no circumstances, was allowed to look up at Sir’s face or make eye contact with him.
By now, the only real way of recognition the pup had of Sir was his unique dress shoes or perhaps the beat up sneakers he occasionally wore.
His shoes were already the focus of his pup’s entire world, Sir mused. How much further could he take it?
The pup was already edged and all orgasms were under Sir’s control, which meant the pup hadn’t cum in months. And as much as Sir liked the enthusiastic blowjobs that pup gave when it thought it could work hard enough to impress him to earn a few touches on its dripping cock, Sir very much liked the idea of the pup losing that image of him as well.
He hummed, mulling the idea over, lifting his shoe to give the pup a stiffer angle to grind its cock against.
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- Part 12 of short stories
- Part 2 of iykyk
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The company dolls were expensive but worth every pretty penny.
They all came as blank slates with their personality magickly sucked out of them in an amorphous goop that could be molded into any shape you wanted. Typically, it was remade into a plug or gag, something that could be put back into a body and thus returning whatever personality it held into the body. Other times, it was shaped into a fleshlight.
Men paid good money to fuck the literal personality of a sweet nerdy boy who had been pulled from college at the peak of his academic career and turned into a mind-wiped sex slave.
James was doing that now, stroking the hot pink, jiggly fleshlight up and down his cock as he watched his newest purchase snuffle around in the crate that it had arrived in.
You didn’t always have to purchase the matching body and personality, but James had splurged. It was his birthday after all.
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- Part 13 of short stories
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Thomas blushed.
That was one new fashion trend he had got sucked up in. It was just so versatile! He had fallen in love!
The tight metal bands screwed in place around a bit of fat on the chest, making the wearer’s tit bulge out in a tight package. The wrist of each hand was threaded through a leather loop hanging on the side and tightened into place, effectively binding the hands close to each side of the wearer’s chest.
The hands naturally cupped the squeezed flesh, providing a bit of privacy for those who didn’t want to expose their nipples. The fingers could be rearranged in numerous different styles, even adjusted throughout the day if your mood changed.
It was the hottest look at the moment, and dozens of employees at Thomas’s workplace had taken up the topless look, him included.
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- Part 14 of short stories
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Rawlings narrowed his eyes a bit. “And you haven’t been training your ass, have you?” he asked.
Derek felt all the nervous butterflies jump from his stomach to his chest as his anxiety rocketed into fear.
“No! No, Sir!” he protested. “I . . . I would never!”
Derek’s ass was broken.
No, not broken. Trained.
He had a permanent gape, and the trainers who had originally kidnapped and worked on his education ensured that both of the inner sphincters of his anal passageway were so thoroughly ruined, that Derek had to be transitioned to a liquid diet, or he would constantly be soiling himself and sitting in piles of his own waste.
As humiliating as that was, once the trainers realized that this invisible leash worked so well on Derek, they allowed him to go free.
They provided him an apartment, well monitored with cameras in every room as well as remote controlled locks on every door and cupboard. Derek was allowed to get a job and return to the relatively typical life of a middle-aged man, except for a few attached strings.
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- Part 15 of short stories
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“Let’s see how wet your face cunt is this morning,” Henri teased, starting to unscrew the plug to open up Angel’s gaping maw.
Angel’s eyes teared up, and he whimpered.
The chain tugged on his nose, taking the weight of the plug as Henri let it dangle, cooing sweet nothings as he traced his fingers around Angel’s straining lips.
Angel’s tongue, pink and glistening, poked out of the hole, straining upwards as it chased Henri’s fingers.
“What a good hole you have,” Henri said. “Hm?” He fisted Angel’s hair, yanking his head up and back.
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- Part 16 of short stories
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“Soup’s almost done,” ▇▇▇▇ said, finally breaking the quiet tension that seeped into the silence.
He pulled his thumb away from the victim’s cheekbone, watching its throat bob as it swallowed.
He gave it a warm smile.
“Let me get you a bowl.”
He moved back towards the kitchen, using it to hide the way his cock was starting to throb inside his pants.
He couldn’t help it.
It was the thrill of pain, poking at his victim’s soft spots.
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- Part 5 of iykyk
- Part 17 of short stories